I was gonna try and make you wait for something to happen between these
two, but an opportunity presented itself and I just couldn't help myself.
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After she had paid for the dress they headed to a little coffee shop for lunch. They had a sandwich and coffee each. John had a large coffee, claiming he needed something to help him through the next couple of hours.
'You know what John? This was a really good idea. I do feel more relaxed.'
'Good. What do we do now?'
'Did you never go shopping with Barbara?'
'No, I was lucky enough to have married someone with plenty of friends to go out with.'
'Leaving you to do the manly stuff, like, say, putting up shelves and fixing the tumble drier.' 'Exactly.' 'Well, usually I'd hit the shoe shops after lunch, but since it's your day off too, how about we go look for some clothes for you.'
'What's wrong with my clothes?'
'Nothing, it was just a thought.'
After a few moments contemplation he announced, 'You know what? I could do with some new jeans and a couple of tee-shirts.'
'John! Come out of there.' They were back in changing rooms, this time of a men's clothes shop that way also very empty, probably more because men didn't come shopping that often, rather than because it was a work day.
'No way. These things are way too tight.'
'Let me be the judge of that. Now, get out here.' A sheepish looking John opened the door and left the safety of the cubicle to allow his partner a look at his outfit. He was right, the dark jeans were tight, very tight, but the green and black tee-shirt looked good. It just wasn't what he was used to.
'Maybe the jeans could be a size bigger, but I like the tee-shirt.'
'Yeah, I didn't really think it would look any good, but it doesn't seem too bad.'
'I'll go and get the next size in those jeans while you try on the next stuff. What size are they?'
'I dunno. Have a look at the tag.' Monica stood and walked over to where he was in front of a full length mirror. He lifted the tee-shirt to let her look at the waist of the restricting garment. She first looked to see if it was un-tucked anywhere, but when she couldn't find it, decided she should better ask him before sticking her hand down his trousers.
'Where's the tag?' He spun round fast, not realising quite how close she was standing and they ended with their faces just a few centimetres apart. Their eyes met and the gaze was held again as it was earlier that day in their basement office. This time neither broke it, instead John leaned in a little closer, so close he could practically feel the heat radiating from her. He stopped when there was almost no space between them, suddenly aware that she may not want this, but Monica quashed his fears when she closed the tiny gap and initiated their first kiss.
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After she had paid for the dress they headed to a little coffee shop for lunch. They had a sandwich and coffee each. John had a large coffee, claiming he needed something to help him through the next couple of hours.
'You know what John? This was a really good idea. I do feel more relaxed.'
'Good. What do we do now?'
'Did you never go shopping with Barbara?'
'No, I was lucky enough to have married someone with plenty of friends to go out with.'
'Leaving you to do the manly stuff, like, say, putting up shelves and fixing the tumble drier.' 'Exactly.' 'Well, usually I'd hit the shoe shops after lunch, but since it's your day off too, how about we go look for some clothes for you.'
'What's wrong with my clothes?'
'Nothing, it was just a thought.'
After a few moments contemplation he announced, 'You know what? I could do with some new jeans and a couple of tee-shirts.'
'John! Come out of there.' They were back in changing rooms, this time of a men's clothes shop that way also very empty, probably more because men didn't come shopping that often, rather than because it was a work day.
'No way. These things are way too tight.'
'Let me be the judge of that. Now, get out here.' A sheepish looking John opened the door and left the safety of the cubicle to allow his partner a look at his outfit. He was right, the dark jeans were tight, very tight, but the green and black tee-shirt looked good. It just wasn't what he was used to.
'Maybe the jeans could be a size bigger, but I like the tee-shirt.'
'Yeah, I didn't really think it would look any good, but it doesn't seem too bad.'
'I'll go and get the next size in those jeans while you try on the next stuff. What size are they?'
'I dunno. Have a look at the tag.' Monica stood and walked over to where he was in front of a full length mirror. He lifted the tee-shirt to let her look at the waist of the restricting garment. She first looked to see if it was un-tucked anywhere, but when she couldn't find it, decided she should better ask him before sticking her hand down his trousers.
'Where's the tag?' He spun round fast, not realising quite how close she was standing and they ended with their faces just a few centimetres apart. Their eyes met and the gaze was held again as it was earlier that day in their basement office. This time neither broke it, instead John leaned in a little closer, so close he could practically feel the heat radiating from her. He stopped when there was almost no space between them, suddenly aware that she may not want this, but Monica quashed his fears when she closed the tiny gap and initiated their first kiss.
