Title: Socks, And How To Acquire Them.
Disclaimer: If I owned the show I would have done you better then dancing bears. Unfortunately, I do not.
Notes: Yes, well it was the bubbles or the bears or the socks. The socks were easy.
1.
They've been together a few months and she's never had to do his laundry until today.
He only owns black socks.
With holes in them. Big gaping holes near his toes and one which is nearly torn in half.
She debates tossing them in the trash or in the laundry.
Or she could egg him about the holes for all of eternity.
Or she could make him buy new ones.
Stripey ones. Fluorescent ones.
The thought makes her smile.
2.
"Do you know that all your socks have holes in them?"
He doesn't look up from perusing his sock drawer (the bottom one on her nightstand.)
She keeps staring until he looks her in the eye.
"Perhaps. Why aren't there any socks in the drawer?"
Then it clicks and for a moment she can see doubt in his eyes.
"You tossed my socks?"
She grins and explains again, the holes.
"But they were good socks."
She kisses his cheek and promises to make it up to him.
3.
Shopping is not Nathan's thing.
Especially not the kind one does at the outlet mall.
She dragged him here at the crack of dawn when they could have been doing other things.
Much more fun things.
He lags behind her as she looks at shirts and trousers and winter coats.
"Thought we needed socks?"
"We do, but I didn't say only socks."
She flashes him that mischievous grin that he's never able to resist.
After much hemming and hawing and him trying stuff on they finally come near the sock display.
Not a black pair in sight.
Just socks in every fluorescent shade, stripes, blocks, dots. Sometimes a mix of them all.
He picks the stripey ones, blue and black and the most neutral ones available.
Apparently, he's also allowed a six pack of black and grey socks to ease his suffering.
She looks proud of him.
After, he finds that shopping for lingerie for her is so much more fun.
The end
