nealuchi | remember, this is helping.

Title: remember, this is helping.
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Character(s): Ritsuka, Anastasia
Pairing(s): Anastasia/Ritsuka
Genre: Humor/Romance
Word Count: 583
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Anastasia dresses Ritsuka. Isn't she just so thoughtful.
Notes:

Anastasia asks her if she needs help getting changed, and Ritsuka's instinctive answer is 'of course not'. She gets dressed every day by herself. Just because she has Servants doesn't mean she's going to treat them like, well, servants.

But there's a twinkle in Anastasia's eye, and Ritsuka is reminded that there's more than one kind of mischief.

"…Sure, if you don't mind."

Anastasia hums cheerfully. "I wouldn't have offered if I did, I'm not nice enough for that." She opens Ritsuka's dresser and begins grabbing parts of her uniform. Shirt, skirt, stockings, and…

Ah. She doesn't actually wear that frilly pink bra that Anastasia's pulled out of her drawers. Given the kind of activities she usually finds herself in, a sports bra is much more practical. But, well, if Anastasia wants to help put her bra on for her, protesting which bra it is seems a little silly…

"Arms up, please~" Anastasia lays the uniform out on Ritsuka's bed.

Like she does most nights, Ritsuka had worn a simple nightgown to bed. She raises her arms obediently, and Anastasia takes hold of the bottom hem - and traces her body shape much more closely than necessary, slowly brushing over the sides of her chest before pulling the nightgown off over her head.

Oh. Oh, it's going to be like that, okay.

Red-faced and only in her underwear, Ritsuka reflexively covers her chest with her arm. Of course she knew when she agreed to this that Anastasia was going to see her naked, but it's a much different vibe now than it was five seconds ago.

Anastasia clicks her tongue, picking up the bra. Her bangs don't hide where she's looking. "Now, Master, how am I going to dress you if you're like that? Even I didn't make things harder for my servants."

Ritsuka mutely lifts her arms again. Anastasia gets her arms through the straps and works her breasts into each cup, with much more squeezing than can really be helpful.

"These modern bras are so easy, you're really lucky." She pauses a moment to hook the fastener, then goes back to making Extra Sure that she's filling out the cups properly.

"I can - ah! - imagine," Ritsuka says, trying to stifle an embarrassing noise. When Anastasia picks up her fresh underwear, she squeaks. "I can do that myself thanks!!"

"Oh, too bad. If you insist."

Anastasia lets her change her own underwear, which gets pulled off and replaced as quickly as possible. Then comes the stockings, which of course means that Anastasia has to smooth her hands up and down Ritsuka's legs to make sure there aren't any wrinkles.

"Anastasia, that's, um…" Ritsuka's cheeks are bright red. This is incredibly embarrassing, but... not enough that she really wants to tell Anastasia to knock it off? Her hands are warm through the fabric, and Ritsuka's body is thrumming with something besides nerves.

There's a satisfied smile on Anastasia's face as she ignores her. "Skirt next, lift up please."

Ritsuka can't say it's surprising that putting her skirt on involves squeezing her butt, but it still makes her squeak. "Anastasia!"

"Did you say something?" Anastasia tugs Ritsuka's shirt on over her head, then steps back. "All done. Are you ready for the combat simulator?"

"…What, right now? Right after all that??"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Right after you get dressed is the perfect time for training."

If Ritsuka didn't believe Anastasia about being an irredeemable imp before, she sure believes it now.