liz tanner (soldierswife) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-10-26 12:21:00 |
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Liz walked through the racks of clothing, occasionally pausing long enough to flip through the costumes that were on display. They’d only been in the shop a few moments, but she’d already seen several costumes that she liked. Her opinion wasn’t the only one that mattered, though, and she looked to her companion as she continued to browse. ”Do you want our costumes to match?” she questioned. As she spoke, she pulled a costume free and studied it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be pirate for Halloween, but she definitely liked the way the costumed looked. Shane had seen plenty in this store in the short time they'd been in here that he wanted to see on Liz. The sexy nurse costume, french maid, Indiana Jane, etc. Though anything would look incredible on Liz, he certainly would not be complaining about watching her try on any or all of these costumes. He shrugged his shoulders. He honestly hadn't even started to look for anything for him. He had figured he would start by helping her find things to try on. "Whatever you want, baby," he answered, flashing her a charming smile. "As long as I don't look ridiculous I'll wear whatever you want, sexy." He meant it, too. Though Shane trusted that she wouldn't chose anything ridiculous for him. The idea was that they needed to look good together As the costume was freed of the others around it, Shane looked at it. "Can't wait to see that on you." To be perfectly honest, Liz had only been looking for herself. She was sure they would have no trouble finding something for him to wear, but she assumed that they would pick his costume once they'd found one for her. A large smirk moved over her features when he told her that she could have whatever she wanted. She most definitely liked the sound of that, but her mind dropped straight into the gutter. That would probably come as no great surprise, though, because she always wanted him. "Mmmm... whatever I want?" she flirted as she paused in her browsing to look him over. He was beyond attractive, but her attention returned to the costume in her hand relatively quickly. She liked it. As it was the first one she'd shown a real interest in it probably wasn't the one, but she intended to try it on at least. Another smirk moved over her features when he clarified that he would wear whatever she wanted as long as he didn't look ridiculous. "Does that mean I won't be turning you into a caveman?" she teased as she inched closer. "I would be your cavewoman, of course, and you could... mmmm... pull me around by my hair..." "Whatever you want, baby," he repeated, meeting her gaze. There was a smirk on his lips as he repeated it, with a lot more innuendo in his tone this time. Of all the girls he fooled around with, Liz was definitely his favorite. If she wanted his company on a certain night, whatever plans he had were no longer important. They were best friends and their relationship had really incredible benefits. The feeling was certainly mutual; Shane couldn't get enough of Liz either. "I do enjoy pulling you around by your hair," he mused as he gravitated towards her. He suddenly had an urge to get his fingers into that hair of hers. "Maybe we'll have to try that costume out. See if it it fits us," he added with a grin. The corner of her mouth pulled into a smirk when he quickly returned her flirting. She hadn’t expected him to respond any other way, of course, but she liked having it confirmed that they were always on the same page. “Good boy,” she murmured. It was a bit of an understatement to say that Liz had fooled around with a lot of guys since Shane had taken her virginity. He was most definitely her favorite, though, and she always chose him when she had a choice. In fact, she hadn’t spent a single night away from him since she’d come home. Who could blame her for that, though? No one could come close to filling his shoes. He was her best friend... and there was some amazingly incredible benefits that came along with that. Her amusement grew when he assured her that he enjoyed pulling her around by her hair. “Mmmmmm... I know you do, baby,” she answered as they drifted closer together. “I enjoy it when you pull my hair... and you could totally rock the fur tunic. If nothing else, we can give it a whirl while we’re in the fitting room.” Her eyes continued to move over the racks of clothing as she spoke, but it was obvious that most of her attention was on the conversation they were having. |