I smirked as I tilted my head to the side, pinning the small phone to my shoulder as my large nimble fingers thumbed over hangers, looking for something not so…little. Years of admiring different types of women had long ago given me an idea to the types of taste they had. And Claire was an innocent type.
"Hello?" the ringing sound was interrupted by the hoarse and agitated deep voice I had expected.
"Big brother, I had a few things to ask you?"
"Where the hell are you?" He hissed, and I could hear him muffling the phone. "Better yet where the hell is she?"
"Oh we're just shopping- buying a few things. Nothing to worry about."
"Don't you think you ought to tell me these things before you just abduct her? I mean for Goddess sake Kai, you have Harris wanting to call the FBI. The head of our security thinks she was kidnapped by terrorists or something."
"Not really. I mean this way I skipped all that arguing and your refusing me the privilege. And Harris always thinks someone is out to get all of needs to relax more." At my words the man on the other end of the line took a deep breath- in exasperation or to calm himself I wasn't sure. "So what do you prefer Gray, silk or lace?"
"W-what?"
"You know- what do you like to feel. Lace or silk?"
She would probably be suited best with a baby doll, or a long gown. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I found in my hand a long red spaghetti gown. I smirked and pulled it from the rack, also grabbing a few other pieces, and a few baby dolls.
When I stepped into the fitting room Popuri was leaning against the door, grinning at me. I handed her the items, as my brother finally found his voice once more.
"I'm sorry- I don't think I understand…"
"You know what I mean- when you have her on your bed, or in your arms, and you're undressing her, do you prefer her to be in something silk or something lace?" I drawled out, much like it was an everyday boring conversation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at the ragged intake of breath on the other end of the line.
"I don't know what the hell you're getting at, but that is none of your goddamn business," he growled, just as my phone beeped. I pulled it away from my ear, seeing the flashing message icon from my lover and opening it. I snorted at the image, poor Claire clad in the long red gown, her face flushing as Popuri took the picture in the mirror. I immediately forwarded the message to my brother.
"Well…I'm doing my best to give you a surprise," I muttered, feigning hurt feelings. I could hear the soft beeping as his phone received the message, followed by his muttered words. That was until everything on the other end of the line stood still.
"Where in the hell have you two got her?" he snapped, and I chuckled in response.
"Ah so you got the message. Good. I'll have her home shortly. More than likely before you get home. No worries Gray, I'll take good care of her." Before I could make out his shouted protest I was closing the phone and leaning against the wall, waiting for the two women to join me.
It was easy enough to mute the buzzing phone when it began to ring again, and I opted to turn it off at my brother's consistency in attempting to contact me. "Such a worrywart, that man," I mused to myself, smiling when the blushing blond made her way out of the dressing room, a small innocent white piece of lace in her hands.
"We found a keeper," Popuri giggled, her arm wrapped loosely around Claire's shoulders. "It fits her- very innocent."
"Good. I'm sure she looks amazing in it," I chuckled, fingers trailing down the middle of Popuri's back, smirking at the goose bumps that came up over her visible skin. "Let's get her back home then. I'm sure he'll come looking if we don't get her back."
I waited for the women outside the store as they paid for their items. For some reason Claire didn't want me in there, though I suppose I could understand. She was very conservative, and she knew me well enough to know I would be asking Gray about it. And if I knew the details of the garment, it would infuriate the man. Which disappointed me that I wouldn't. I did love to goad my big brother.
"I've got something for you, too." The sultry whisper had the hair on the back of my neck standing up, and I turned my face towards the lingering scent of her perfume. Ruby eyes twinkled playfully up at me while pink bow lips were pulled back into a large smile.
"I guess we need to hurry home then, hmm?" I replied, my eyes drifting to her bag and finger going to the paper edge to pull it open. I was thwarted when she snatched it out of my reach, wagging her finger at me and tucking the bag under her arm. "Ah, a surprise. I do love your surprises," I chuckled, seeing Claire approach from the corner of my eye.
"Ready."
I wasn't sure if it was the determined look on her face or just how firm the woman's usually soft voice had come out, but either way I snorted at it. There was a little bit of a sex fiend in there after all…
Yay, You guys know what this means? Next chapter is a lemon~ rofl. Not sure when I'll get it up. But I got to update two other fics on my weekend, so I need to get writing! Thanks for reading.