This scene has haunted me for weeks so I finally got it down on paper. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it but in the meanwhile, I'm sharing this with you, my lovely, happy little Drew + Fable fans.
You guys, I miss them so much. So here's a Mother's Day present to me, to you, to everyone who loves Drew + Fable. I was inspired after walking through a particular store a few weeks ago and thought, "What the hell would Drew do in a place like this?"
Well, here you go:
I enter the
store—the very well known lingerie and underwear national chain store I’ve
never dared step into before in my life—as if compelled by some unseen, magical
force.
A force that says,
you want to see Fable in sexy lingerie
during your vacation, right? Well, get in there and buy her some.
Intimidated is the
perfect word for what I’m feeling as I walk around. The place smells good, the
lighting is perfect, casting everything on display in a sparkling glow and the
song playing overhead is familiar yet…not. I’m surrounded and I mean literally
surrounded by little scraps of fabric, sheer and lacy and bright and colorful
and my brain is awhirl at the idea of Fable wearing any of it.
All of it.
And then me
stripping her right back out of it.
I stop at a table
that has black lacquered trays full of panties in a variety of colors. Reaching
out, I run my finger along the waistband of one, the silky lace soft to the
touch and I imagine Fable wearing them. Emboldened, I grab them, notice that
they’re pretty skimpy and her ass would basically be fully exposed, which isn’t
a bad idea if you ask me because hey, easy access and…
“Sir? Do you need
some help?”
I drop the panties
as if they set my fingers on fire and whirl around to find a woman dressed all in
black standing before me, a pleasant smile on her face, a discreet nametag on
her shirt. “No, just looking,” I answer, my cheeks hot with embarrassment.
I’m such an idiot.
I can’t even shop for panties for my freaking fiancé without looking like a
complete bumbling dope. I need to man the hell up.
Her smile grows.
“If you need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask. My name is Lara.”
“Will do. Thanks.”
I nod, swallowing hard, still feeling like an ass. But I resume my search the
moment Lara walks away, my gaze alighting on the skimpy little set I first saw
in the window. The set that drew me into this torturous, way-out-of-my-element
store in the first place.
Little ruffled
panties and a matching ruffled bra top with a flowing, sheer piece that would
cover her stomach, it’s lacy and sweet and sexy as hell all in one. I check the
size, see that it’s a medium and wonder if it would fit. Glancing around, no
one’s paying attention to me so I pull the lingerie off the rack and examine
it, knowing it’s too big for my girl.
I need a small, or
maybe even an extra small. But her boobs are pretty big so maybe a small? Hell,
I don’t know her bra size, not like I pay attention to that stuff, I’m usually
too eager to take it off and get her naked. But I need to know this, right?
We’re getting married. We’re going to be in each other’s life forever and I
should definitely know if she wears size small or extra small panties and if
she’s a B cup or a C.
Totally figuring
she’s a C, what with the way they fill my palms…
“What are you
doing?”
I set the hanger
back on the rack with a loud clatter and look up to see Fable standing before
me, looking infinitely amused at my expense. Her arms are crossed in front of
her, plumping up her breasts so I get a plentiful view of her cleavage peeking
from the neckline of her bright pink tank top. Her lush, glossed lips are
quirked in a secretive smile and her long blonde hair is pulled into a high
ponytail, she looks fresh and pretty and pride fills my chest because she’s
mine.
All mine.
Not even thirty
minutes ago, we’d walked into the mall together before going our separate ways.
Now I’m drinking her in like I haven’t seen her in hours. Days. My hands clench
at my sides and I wonder how much longer she’s going to make me hang out in
this lame ass mall before we can go back home.
And I can get her
naked in bed.
“Checking stuff
out,” I say nonchalantly, feeling like a kid who just got busted shoplifting.
“Uh huh. I didn’t
think this was your type of store, Drew.”
“When I’m shopping
for my fiancé, it is.” I flick through the hangers, find a size small and pull
the lingerie set out to show her. “What do you think of this?”
Her eyes meet
mine, that sexy little smile still curving her lips. “I like it. What’s the
special occasion?”
“Our vacation? You
need new stuff to wear to bed, right?” I shrug, curling my fingers tight around
the hanger when she takes a few steps toward me, until she’s invading my space
and standing so close, her breasts brush against my chest. She grips my hips
with her tiny hands, standing on tiptoe so she can whisper in my ear.
“For our vacation?
I planned on wearing nothing to bed at night,” she murmurs, her breath hot
against my cheek as she slowly pulls away.
Time stops as we
stare at each other. In a week we’re going to be all alone on a tropical island
far away from here. Owen will be either at his friend’s house or Jen’s. Fable’s
comfortable knowing someone she can trust will be keeping an eye on her
brother.
We need this time
together alone. I can’t freaking wait to leave and neither can she. I don’t
know what she’s thinking but my mind is suddenly full of about a million
different, equally dirty thoughts and I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
“Guess we don’t
need it then,” I say as I blindly reach out and set the hanger back on the rack
where it belongs, entranced by the adoring glow in her eyes as she gazes up at
me.
Fable grabs my
hand, leading me out of the store and I follow her. I’ll always follow her. She
owns me.
And she knows it.
