victoria's secret... then yours and his
WHO? : percy jackson WHAT? : fluff HEED! : suggestive language, smutty implications
"Oh, this one's cute," you muttered, running your fingers along the silky material. "It feels good, too."
Stretched between your hands was a fancy pair of black panties with a lacy hem—you'd been searching for another few nice pieces for a while, though nothing yet had quite caught your eye here. You looked up at the pricing signage to your right and frowned before putting it back quickly.
From your birthday last week, you'd got a hefty amount of money, so you figured you'd treat yourself to a nice mall trip. Yet, still, you needed to tread careful, considering you had already exercised the limitations your wallet. This was probably the last store before you and Percy went home.
He tilted his head slightly at your sudden rejection, then glanced halfheartedly at the placard without actually reading it. His hands, hauling your ridiculous amount of bags, shuffled together while he spoke up behind you.
"Hey, don't let the price stop you, princess," Percy reminded gently. He took a proper look at the price and grimaced because shit it was really overpriced but he'd already spoken up and he was a good boyfriend. He continued, now with a little less resolve, "You know I'm always here to treat you.. or, um, y'know.. I'm sure there's a cuter one that costs a little less..."
A soft snort left you. "They call you Mr. Subtlety in school, don't they?" you huffed, grinning, heading toward another section.
He smiled proudly. "Mr. Eloquence, actually, and I did slam po—... hey, look at that."
You looked at Percy first, wondering what had been so important to interrupt his thought entirely, to which you found his aquamarine eyes completely entranced. Then, your own gaze followed his, toward the object of his focus.
On a mannequin to your right laid a sheer chiffon babydoll set. Delicate ruffles purled on the hem of the panties and down the sides of a poofy midriff. Embroidered lace patterns drew soft swirls on the bust. White bows adorned themselves on the sides of the hip and between the bra.
And it was a soft, powder blue. Of course.
It was very pretty. Its graceful tailoring already had you envisioning how you'd look, hugging your body and billowing gently while you sprawled out on your bed like a princess. And maybe while you got princess treatment from a certain somebody...
"It looks expensive," is what you settled for.
"I can pay for it," he responded almost immediately, all the reluctance now gone from his voice. Whatever happened to subtlety and eloquence?
You felt the corners of your lips curling up slightly, gravitating toward it with Percy alongside you, taking the set in closer up and picking up the one in your size. It was expensive. You glanced back at him to find him looking directly at you now with those slightly off-focus eyes that meant he wasn't paid full attention to the present.
"You sure you can pay for it?"
He startled slightly. "What? Yeah. One hundred percent."
A soft chuckle left you as you stood on your toes to peck his cheek, his face heating up considerably like you'd never done that a billion times before. You looked at the lingerie, then back at him, ideas blooming in your head.
Shifting your weight to one foot to lean in, your voice lowered as you whispered in his ear: something you'd never say out loud in public, and something just vulgar enough for him to squirm.
A soft flush warmed up the tan on his cheeks considerably. You grinned, then pranced away toward the counter.
Percy would be down sixty-five dollars, after all, so the least you could do was give your gratuity in return, right?