Ladies' Choice
Danny was miserable, to put it bluntly.
He had been ordered around all day like a dog, being used as a coat rack, a servant, and a carriage at different times throughout the day. He knew he was going to be in for this kind of treatment, but he never knew Sam had so much… energy.
For their five-year anniversary, Danny had said to Sam, "We can do whatever you want for the entire day."
And Sam had taken him up for that offer. At first it was fun; they went to an early movie (only people in the theater at 9:50) and had a ridiculous lunch of milkshakes and different colored M&Ms with a Girl Scout troop at a candy shop. However, after their high-sugar lunch, Sam had whipped out her debit card and given him a devious smile. It was two-thirty then,
It was eight thirty-five now.
Laden down with several full shopping bags, Danny leaned against a shelf, noticing the perspiration on his forehead for the first time that day. He had to hand it to her; she was certainly a zealous shopper. Must have been something she inherited from her mother, he thought. Or maybe just her wealthy upbringing.
Granted, most of her purchases had been for her dorm room at her new school; sheets, pillows, clocks, coverings, yadda yadda. But as soon as he thought he had been dragged into every store she would want to go in, she surprised him by dragging him into one of those giant we-have-everything megastores.
"What're we doing in here?" Danny asked, hoping it didn't mean more bags for him to carry. Card in hand, Sam just gave him that smile again.
"Something for you this time," she said, heading off into the store. "Go the way I went in twenty minutes; I told you I had something special in store as a thank-you." And then she vanished.
Danny was comfortably sitting on the linoleum floor next to a toy aisle when he realized twenty minutes had gone by. Sighing, he stood up; grabbing all the bags he had been forced to carry.
He wandered down the path, looking at all the shelves. This store really had everything, didn't it? And what could Sam possibly be buying here that would benefit him? He was in the misses' section.
As he walked, he noticed a rack of random sale clothing that was all red or hues of red. And on top was a piece of paper folded over with his name scribbled on it. Confused, he picked it up and unfolded it, seeing a hastily written note.
From a few racks over, just as Sam was finishing her purchase (with cash, so her parents couldn't see this purchase), she saw Danny notice the note. She moved away from the cashier and watched, hidden. She smirked and felt her face grew hot as she saw his eyes widen, his jaw drop and his face turn as red as the rack he was standing next to. He almost dropped the bag he was holding in his hand.
She giggled. She was curious as to what his reaction would be to reading such a bold note. Especially when she told him of all the things they could do... or rather, the things that he could do to her...
As hastily as he could, he shoved the note inside his jacket, his eyes darting around nervously, wondering if anyone had seen. Sam laughed and ran over to him, kissing his cheek and taking his hand in hers.
"Did you—?" he started, still red in the face. Sam winked and yanked on his arm, running out of the store with him following. Danny noticed a white bag hanging from her elbow, and upon closer inspection he noticed something black, silky and lacy inside the bag.
Suddenly Sam stopped out on the dark sidewalk and turned to her boyfriend, running her hands over his shoulders.
"Did you read the back of the note?" she whispered. Blinking down at her, Danny shook his head and pulled out the note, turning it over.
On the back, written in Sam's cursively scrawl, it said
My parents won't be home until tomorrow morning.
Ahaha. Ever since I heard the song "Ladies' Choice" from Hairspray, I've been dying to write something inspired by it. And when I listened to the lyrics more closely, I realized just how much of a suggestive song it really is, thus this. Random shameless fluff, once again inspired by a song from Hairspray sung by Zac Efron. Ugh. Anyway, a little OOC, but hey. I also have a drawing in the works inspired by this ficcie. Heh.