OOM: Paris
Sep. 17th, 2006 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lvpd_sidleSara normally hated shopping. She didn't like dealing with other people, and she certainly didn't like the tedium of searching for whatever it was that she needed. Clothes shopping was the worst. She was naturally thin and store clerks would often point her out as an example of what women were supposed to look like.
(She did enjoy bursting those bubbles whenever she could.)
But since she and Mark were in Paris, she felt that not taking advantage of the stores and boutiques would be wasteful.
She didn't plan on buying any clothing. Maybe souvenirs for friends back in the Bar or in Vegas.
But she had found it. Something that made her break her own rule.
"What've you got there?" Mark asked her, peering at the box in her arms.
"I'll show you." She disappeared for a few minutes, taking the time to brush her hair, put on a slight hint of makeup.
And she stood at the door, one arm resting against it. "Like it?"
Mark was silent.
"If not, I could always take it back--"
Emphatic head-shaking.
"You do like it."
Emphatic nodding.
"Would it be better like...this?" Brushing against him.
Time passed without conscious thought. Then, a soft, slow, lazy voice spoke.
"Guess that's a yes."
(She did enjoy bursting those bubbles whenever she could.)
But since she and Mark were in Paris, she felt that not taking advantage of the stores and boutiques would be wasteful.
She didn't plan on buying any clothing. Maybe souvenirs for friends back in the Bar or in Vegas.
But she had found it. Something that made her break her own rule.
"What've you got there?" Mark asked her, peering at the box in her arms.
"I'll show you." She disappeared for a few minutes, taking the time to brush her hair, put on a slight hint of makeup.
And she stood at the door, one arm resting against it. "Like it?"
Mark was silent.
"If not, I could always take it back--"
Emphatic head-shaking.
"You do like it."
Emphatic nodding.
"Would it be better like...this?" Brushing against him.
Time passed without conscious thought. Then, a soft, slow, lazy voice spoke.
"Guess that's a yes."
