A/N: This is just a Patch/Nora one shot, it's not set in an AU :)

Number 9 - The Shop Assistant

"Um," I said. "Is there anyone else I could see?" I asked.

"'Fraid all of the other people are busy. What do you need?"

"I don't think you could help me," I said to the dark and incredibly handsome attendant – aka Patch Cipriano. "I'll just wait until someone's free."

Patch smiled. "Don't worry about it. Just ask," he said.

My cheeks were bright red when I muttered, "I need a bra fitting."

I was hoping that he hadn't heard what I had said, but he grinned. "Of course," he replied. "I'll just get my tape measure."

"What?" I said.

"For the fitting," he explained.

"You're not doing my fitting," I said incredulously.

He rose an eyebrow. "I'm the only person here right now that's qualified," he said.

"I think I might come back later," I said uneasily, about to walk away.

Laughing, Patch said, "Do you really think I would do anything to my flippant Bio partner?"

I bit my lip. "I'm not comfortable with a guy measuring my boobs."

"I'm qualified and I'm pretty sure we're both mature enough to get through a necessity such as a bra fitting," Patch said in monotone. "I can even help you pick pieces from our stock after."

Damn Patch. Damn him, treating this as a joke. Damn him.

I turned to leave the store but his fingers had wrapped themselves around my wrist. "I'm sorry," he said, but he was wearing his Class-A Jerk half-smile. My teeth gritted as I tried to pull myself out of his grasp.

"Let go," I snarled.

He dropped my hand before leaning against one of the racks of clothing. "Help me out here, Nora. I'm trying to keep my job." My eyes went from furious to his face, and he appeared to be sincere.

"What?" I said.

He ran a hand over his jaw. "I'm going to lose my job soon. Unless I'm seen as an asset to the place. My boss' been breathing down my neck recently. Come on." This time he held his hand out. "Help out your bio partner."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm not comfortable with you measuring me. You're a guy. I don't even know how you could have gotten this job."

Then he smirked. The kind of Do you want to know? smirk. Ew.

"But here I am, Nora. And here you are. It's not like we're going to have sex. Unless, of course-"

"It'll be awkward," I said interrupted, not wanting my cheeks to flame brighter. I didn't want him to measure me. I didn't want anyone to see my cup A's (which I was praying had morphed into cup B's). I was sure he had seen bigger. But it wasn't about what he had and hadn't seen for God's sake, I didn't care how many boobs he'd seen. It was weird. He was my bio partner.

Patch had a hidden smile on his lips. "Only if you make it that way."

I was silent.

"Come on, Nora. Help out a friend."

"I'm not your friend," I snapped.

"Course you are. Why else would you spend your time having enlightening conversations with me?"

I gritted my teeth. "You're an arse."

"You make it too easy." Now he had a full-blown smile on his face. "Follow me." It was a challenge, and I couldn't let him win.

"If you just take your top off so you're just in your underwear," he said while I avoided eye contact at all costs. I could hear his grin. "I'll wait outside."

I nodded in affirmation, dropping my bag in the corner of the dressing room. He closed the door behind him and I took a deep breath, taking my button-up off and leaving my camisole behind.

There was a knock on the door. "I'm ready," I said, my back towards the door. I watched his cocky gait through the mirror.

"You can turn around, you know. I'll only bite if you ask."

"I'll never ask," I snapped, turning around to him sliding the tape measure from his neck.

He looked at me as through his lashes as if he knew a secret. "The measurement will be better if you take your vest off," he told me, his hands curling around me as he took the tape measure over the swell of my chest, his pinky grazing the bare skin my camisole was too low to cover. His lips were at my ear as he whispered, "And I'll be able to see where that blush ends."

I wanted to jerk out of his grip, to slap him and report his arse and then strongly insist to Coach that I had to switch Bio seats, but his scent invaded my nostrils and I couldn't move.

His lips grazed the shell of my ear, one of his hands running down my side before residing on my hip, the tape measure fluttering about us. His tongue pressed on the heated flesh below my ear, taking it between his teeth. I couldn't stop the breathy moan that escaped my parted lips.

Lips moving lower, wet kisses, more sighs. His teeth softly sunk into the base of my neck and I tipped my head back, grabbing his shoulder and digging my nails in, unable to stifle my moan.

He pulled away abruptly. "I'm pretty sure I said I'd only bite if you asked," he told me, leaning down to pick up the tape measure, and I could hear the laughter in his words. "My apologies."