Model Them for Me
WC: 481
J is for Jeans
Timeline: Haruhi is twenty-three and Kyoya is twenty-four.
"Wait, what do you mean you're not coming out?" Kyoya said.
"You heard me. I just wanted to buy a couple pairs of jeans, I didn't ask you to come with," Haruhi answered through the changing room door.
She had located more solitary changing rooms farther back in the store, so she didn't have to meet the rush of all the other girls trying on clothes. Except when Kyoya was there, most of the girls forgot that they originally came to try on clothes and just stood there flirting with him, creating a traffic jam.
The jeans were white, with a boot-cut flare and a shooting star design on the pockets.
They kind of look cute, she thought, turning around so she could see them from all the angles. With her dark blue blouse, it almost looked fancy. Not that she had ever gone to a party or ball in anything other then a dress, but sometimes it was nice to dress up at home.
"I'm still waiting out here," Kyoya said from outside the door.
"Well, you better keep waiting, then," she said.
"I'm not buying them if you're not going to come out and model them for me," Kyoya said, making Haruhi roll her eyes.
"Then I'll buy them. I was originally going to come here alone to buy some, but then you tagged along. I do have money, believe it or not."
"Do you have your purse in there with you?"
Haruhi paused in trying on a dark gray jacket, looking down at the floor and feeling the absence of her purse weighing into her stomach. "No," she mumbled, pulling the jacket on, "apparently I don't."
"Then how do you expect to pay for the clothing?"
He was probably just holding her purse, dammit. Or worse – and more likely – he had had one of his personal aides come and take it, so she couldn't try to manipulate it back from him.
She opened the changing room door, stepping out with a grumpy stride in her step. She did a tight turn, then put her hand on her hip and stuck her tongue out at him.
She saw that he did still have her purse. She reached her hand out, lifting her eyebrows.
Kyoya sighed, walking forward and giving her the strap of the purse.
"Thank yo— " Haruhi's speech was cut off by Kyoya moving in closer and placing a hand on her hip. His other hand went deeper and cupped her groin.
"I think they're a little loose here," he told her.
She jumped away from him, looking around to see if anyone was near. Heck, anyone in the vicinity of the store was too near. Her face was hot and flushed.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, smiling. She realized that he was still holding her purse.
Not that it mattered anymore. She was making him buy them now.