Disclaimer: Not mine.
Bombshell Blonde
"That blonde, she's a bomb, she's an atom bomb,
Rigged up and ready to drop,
The bad news, I'm a fuse and I've met my match,
So stand back it's about to go off"
"How big would you say you are?" Andrea asked, glancing at the man net to her.
The man almost choked. "Um, what?"
"What size do you wear?" She held up a pair of pants. "Jeans?"
"Oh, uh, I don't really know."
"You don't know?" she asked with a laugh.
"Whatever fits, I guess."
Andrea rolled her eyes and motioned for him to turn around. She slipped her fingers into the back of his pants, noticing how he jumped at her touch and read the number on the tag. "You should really learn your size, would save me the trouble of looking next time." She smiled at him.
"Well, we don't shop much," Sam said vaguely.
"Yeah and why is that again?" She stuffed a few pairs of jeans into a bag and turned to face him. "You two show up out of nowhere with an arsenal in your trunk. And it's not just guns and blades but wooden stakes and I swear I saw a harpoon gun in there." Sam laughed. "So what's up with you two?"
Sam looked at his feet. "Let's save this talk for another time, okay?"
She looked at him suspiciously before shrugging. "Alright, but I won't forget." She pointed at him seriously.
Sam smiled a little. "I'm sure you won't."
A/N: It's short, but I don't really expect anyone to read this anyway since this pairing is nonexistent outside my brain. Oh well. ~JLL