Fluttershy wants you to hug a bunny (far_too_shy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-07 15:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, fluttershy, james kirk |
So tell me about the buzzies
Who: Fluttershy, Kirk
What: Shopping for 'things that will drive Dash nuts'.
When: Thursday night.
Where: Victoria's Secrets, other places.
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for lingerie and adult stores they never went into. Warnings: Awkwardness and Mental Flailing.
Status: Complete!
Jim wasted no time in getting over to Fluttershy's home. Taking an attractive lady to a lingerie store was always fun. Taking a shy, attractive and easily spooked young lady was even more hilarious. He knocked on the door, not entirely certain she'd realized he was serious. It could be worse, Fluttershy, he could stop at an adult book store on the way back.
One thing that being friends with Jim Kirk did was prepare you for the fact that usually, no matter how potentially crazy, stupid, dangerous, or embarrassing the thing was that he was talking about doing? He was always serious.
So Fluttershy answered the door, in jeans and her most modest shirt, because she already had an idea where this was going, and she didn't want the ladies at that store deciding she was some kind of HUSSY or something.
"Oh... hello..." she whispered, as she opened the door. She walked right on through it and shut it behind her. Really, this could not be over fast enough for her, and there was no time to stall at her house.
Only a lunatic would think that Fluttershy was a hussy. Now some people would be shocked. SHOCKED. That they were shopping for a woman who loved a woman, but they could bite Jim's ass. He grinned, put an arm around her and guided her to his car, "So tell me about the buzzies."
Fluttershy almost tripped over her own feet at the mention of the word 'buzzies'. How had he known? HOW? Her face got a bit pink, and she ducked her head, "OH uhm... the buzzies... you know... they're ... How did you know about the buzzies!?"
"You actually gain a bit of confidence when she comes up. Like you're so excited you don't have time to think about being nervous," He pointed out, opening the door and ushering her in. Then he was in the car and driving them off! He wondered where the little rabbit was.
"Well I've been working on that a bit, because... well, she's so confident in herself, and... and Rarity thinks I need to come out of my shell more, and I don't want Dash to ... well... not like me as much, just because I get so shy..." Fluttershy trailed off, and looked down at her hands.
Talking about RD was probably the easiest thing she could find to talk about besides animals. She momentarily thought back towards the house and Angel, who she'd tucked into a little sick bed she'd formed out of old kitten beds, blankets, and a water bottle. She thought he'd be alright while she was gone, though.
She still couldn't believe she was doing this.
"I want it to be a bit more special this time," she added, randomly. Because that was important. And probably why she'd managed to get up the mental strength to even bother with this.
"Something tells me she likes you as much because you're shy as anything else, Shy."
He reached over and squeezed her shoulder, "Look at it this way. It IS special this time, because it's someone who really cares about you, and who you really care about. But it doesn't make the other time a mistake, just a learning experience."
He paused, then added, "I'm sure there are a dozen things Dash can do that will be new to you."
That just made Shy blush more deeply, "Oh I wouldn't really know... I mean I don't think it's about the ... things, really. After a while wouldn't it all just kind of be the same anyway? It was ... actually... really amazing, but I just think it would be more amazing with someone who... didn't scare me away the next day, that's all."
She ran a hand up into her hair nervously, "But I think you're taking me to fancy underwear, and ... that might not be a bad idea..."
If she didn't die inside the shop, anyway.
"When it's with the right person it's definitely not the same all the time," Jim replied, thinking of Isabela, thinking of Janice. Thinking of how he always seemed to mess up the really good once.
"And you're right." For in short order they were at the mall. And the underwear was indeed sexy.
Fluttershy's first instinct was to hide underneath the seat of Jim's car. Of course, that was impossible, because there definitely wasn't enough room in there. She eyed the store warily, "Are you sure this is a good idea..."
"I'm positive," Jim assured her. While he wasn't a lesbian, he figured anyone attracted to Shy would want to see her in something skimpy. Probably white and angelic, actually. Gently, he guided her into the store, where they were assaulted by a vision of naughty, naughty knickers.
In true Fluttershy fashion, she was soon hiding behind Jim and only peeking her head out from the safety of his back every so often, just in case she was missing anything important. This was already the most embarrassing moment of her life, at least this month.
A woman came up to them, one of the sales ladies working the floor, "Can I help you?"
When she noticed Fluttershy's head peeking out from behind Kirk's back she added, "Or your blushingly shy friend?"
Kirk grinned brightly, "We're looking for something angelic so she can impress her paramour."
He looked around and then pulled out something, "Or maybe something devilish."
"Mmm, well, you're certainly off to a great start with that if you're after something that would look great on your friend and be attractive, though I can't say it's all that devilish." The salesgirl said.
Considering the way Fluttershy was staring at it, gape-mouthed and obviously uncomfortable, however, the lady simply blinked her eyes a bit, "Or we'll try for something a bit more angelic... I think I have just the thing over here..."
The woman lead them through the shop, past several lacy and incredibly scant teddies on a rack. Fluttershy still wanted to somehow take shelter inside the wrack and hide from the world, thoug she wasn't sure that'd be possible, given how little cover they'd provide.
Jim followed, amused. Then he saw it, and it was like a lightbulb popped over his head. He took the perfect angel one and hid it. First, he wanted to have a little fun.
"Okay, Shy. this one? Or maybe this one?"
His very shy friend peeked out from behind a display of pantyhose at the things he was holding up, her face scrunching up a bit and the shade of her skin going even more pink. It was almost the color of her hair, now.
"Oh I don't ... I don't know about... that first one is kind of pretty, but maybe it's too dark but... that second one..." she squeaked, and pointed at how little it covered, "I don't. I don't understand... why bother wearing anything at all, but ... are those cat ears?"
Was the point to dress up like a sexy ... cat?
"This one?" Jim asked, feeling like he was getting closer to the perfect one. "No.no.. This one!"
Who wanted to dress up like a sexy cat? Who did that? Cats weren't sexy, they were for cuddling...
Fluttershy got lost in that train of thought for a bit, which rescued her away from her embarrassment, if only momentarily. The sales lady looked on, amused.
Then Jim held up the last one, and Shy's jaw dropped a bit. She pointed at it, and then pointed down at her thigh, wordlessly, as if to say 'that one would just barely show off my cutie mark but also kind of hide it away', which for some reason was a gigantic plus in her book.
It was also angelic looking and delicate. She stopped hiding behind the display to walk up and touch the fabric with her hands, "Oh.. oh that's nice..."
Sexy cats for sexy cuddling? Jim nodded his head. A barely concealed cutie mark would do just the trick to quicken Dash's pulse, "I thought you'd like it. Rather angelic. All you'd need would be matching wings. Dash will be speechless."
Jim picked up a pair of panties, "And these for underneath?"
Sexy cats for sexy cuddling? Cuddling could be sexy? Sex had anything to do with cuddling? Such concepts would break Fluttershy's brain, though Raven had done a bit of cuddling before they'd slept.
"Do you think I could find some wings? I keep wondering if I'll ever get any, you know... even if... well... I don't know how that would work, and I wasn't a good flyer anyway..." She asked, in a whisper, while inspecting the panties he held up. SHe thought they'd go perfectly, and was glad that he wasn't suggesting she go completely naked under there.
Jim was half thinking of Shy's modesty and half thinking of what he'd want to do if he were Dash - and pulling the panties down with his teeth was at the top of the list. He turned to the sales-lady, "Have any wings that might go nicely with that?"
"Angel wings? No, not here... the wings are all for show, sadly. But there's a place down the street you can get them," The sales lady wrote the name of the store onto a business card and brought it over, "We get people asking for them all the time."
Fluttershy took the card and nodded at the lady, "Oh thank you so very much, that's very kind of you to do that, you know..."
"No worries!" The lady replied. It was hard NOT to be nice to such an angelic pair, even if they weren't a couple. She thought they'd have made a cute one, though. It was a shame the man was gay.
"Are you ready to cash out?"
Fluttershy glanced at Kirk, "Do I uhm, need anything else?"
"Nothing we can get here," Jim assured her, then guided her over to the register to pay. He paid for the lingerie, slipping a card with his number under his credit card and giving the sale's lady a wink.
The sales lady was pleasantly surprised, and tucked that card adroitly into her pocket while processing the sale. Well, not gay then. That was good. She'd probably call him later.
Fluttershy was completely oblivious. She picke the bag up in her hands, though she wasn't sure why Kirk had paid or if she should have let him, "You ... you didn't have to do that, you know. I'm uhm... Why did you do that?"
"You're my friend, and you have more important things to worry about," Jim replied, leading her out of the shop. He grinned happily to himself, looking forward to the prank he was going to play on her.
She hugged the bag against herself and allowed him to lead her out. There was a bit of a bounce in her step, thinking of Dash's reaction to seeing her in such a naughty bit of clothing, really.
She wasn't sure how to get from here to there, though, but that could wait. For the right time. Or maybe never.
"What other things do I uhm... I mean, I have some pampering tomorrow, and then the gala, but that's all fun things, and the animals have to be taken care of quickly so we can close the shop early tomorrow, but that's more fun than a worry..." She rambled, as they headed for his car.
Jim nodded his head, "Just one stop, really. Then I can get you home."
"Is it the stop for the wings?" Fluttershy hoped it was.
"Two stops!" Jim laughed, correcting himself, "We'll get you wings and a halo so you'll really be an angel."
"Well where's the other one then...?" Fluttershy eyed him warily.
"Angel first," Jim said, cryptically.
"... you're hiding something, aren't you?" She sounded highly suspicious!
Shy had a right to be suspicious, but Jim wouldn't reveal anything just yet. He pulled into the shop with the angel wings, and waited for her to go inside and choose just the right wings.
The process took a good 10 minutes, but Fluttershy soon emerged with a bigger package in her hands, which included two very well made feathery wings. She held them up as if to say 'victory!' and then climbed back into his car.
After buckling, she turned to him, "Okay... now... home?"
"Halo? Or decided to skip it?"
"They didn't really have any halos that looked good." Fluttershy shrugged a shoulder, "The important thing was the wings, and I have those."
Jim smiled, putting a hand on her arm and squeezing. She had responded with a voice that was almost a normal whisper. Maybe she was finally coming out of her shell, and that could only be a good thing. Of course, he was about to spook her, but it was for a good cause. He pulled into the parking lot of a sex shop.
She was spooked the second he pulled up to it. So much so, that she opened her mouth to say something scolding to him about how dare he driver her such a place, and instead all that came out was a low-pitched squeaking sound.
She pointed at the shop, then pointed at herself, and then shook her head.
Jim laughed, "You don't want something to help you with Dash? We could get you a starter vibrator."
In answer to that came another low-pitched squeak, and a great deal of head-shaking.
The blushing on her face had long surpassed matching the pink of her hair and had moved on to crimson.
Mercifully, Jim pulled out of the parking lot, and as repayment, bought her a strawberry smoothie, "I'm sorry. I had to see your reaction to that. It's not bad, or scary."
"Well... well... well..." Fluttershy was close to hyperventilating. She took a long gulp of her smoothie and tried to go to some version of her happy place before continuing, in the tiniest of whispers, "I've never... you know... nothing... up there... ever..."
Jim's face scrunched up as he tried to contain himself, "Shy, there's a lot you can do with things that don't have anything getting stuck up there." He turned back onto her street, and slowly crept the car towards her home.
"... well I don't know how any of that would... really work, and... I don't know about any of that, I can't believe you were going to take me into one of those places and..." She ran both of her hands up into her hair and squeaked again. Her smoothie was, thankfully, sitting in a cupholder at that point.
"I'll talk to Dash," Jim promised, teasingly. And maybe he really would. Grinning, he parked in her drive way, and turned in his seat, "Look. Listen. Relax, okay? Things will go fine with Dash. She genuinely seems interested in you, more than sexually. She seems like a strong, daring woman and she trips over her words when typing at you. She's probably as nervous as you are. Just let things come naturally when they do, don't try to rush it."
Fluttershy took his words in and took a few very deep breaths, nodding her head repeatedly as he spoke. When she was done, she repeated some of it back to him, "Relax. Take my time. Don't rush it... Okay..."
Smiling, Jim leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Most of all, have fun."
She gave him a rare hug in return, then collected her bags, "Thank you, Jim..."
"Anytime, Shy." Calling her by her 'real' name just seemed wrong at this point, "Hey, can I get a picture of you in that lingerie?" Grin.
Mock shock covered her face, and though she was blushing a bit, she slapped his cheek teasingly, "How dare you, Sir?"
"A man has to try." Was his somber response.