Young & Wild & Free

“I just need a few things, then we can get out of here.” Blake smiled as she and Taylor walked through the entrance of the Brighton Mall, swinging their hands a bit between them. She sipped her Starbucks tea as he held his coffee in the mall that had definitely seen more crowded days. It was fairly sparse for a weekday afternoon and she needed to run into a few stores quickly.

“No worries.” Taylor shrugged. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to a shopping mall – he did a lot of his shopping online or in specialty stores. He walked alongside her as they entered H&M.

“I saw a really cute sweater on their website last weekend, I hope they have it in store.” She mumbled mostly to herself. Taylor perused the men’s side, picking up a pair of black boxer briefs before wandering over to the women’s section. A red beaded tank top caught his eye and he picked it up, thumbing through to find a size medium and taking the hanger off of the rack.

“This is nice.” He held it up in his hand above the racks. Blake turned over her shoulder to see her boyfriend holding up the tank top that she could have gone without.

“Sure babe!” She smiled, watching his face transform from excitedness to surprise to a deep pout as he set it back down. She giggled as she turned back to the sweater in front of her, grabbing the mint green cable knit in her hand before walking further along the wall where she found a very dapper looking navy blue blazer. She added up the two prices and kept in mind the other things she had to buy that day and set the blazer back. Her next purchase was going to be a little spendy and she had to be responsible with her money.

Paying for the sweater, she took her white H&M bag in hand before finding Taylor again. He stuck his smaller bag with his underwear in hers before taking it himself. He took a long sip of his coffee and raised his eyebrows as they walked hand in hand into Victoria’s Secret – something Blake didn’t even think twice about.

“I’m going to be by the yoga pants.” Taylor announced, making a bee-line for the Pink section near the front section of the store.

“I’m going to check out some bras.” She mumbled, her attention already caught by a display on the wall. Taylor changed his course of direction and followed her instead.

“What kind of bras?” He asked, lacing his fingers through hers once again.

“Whatever, I got this coupon in the mail and they’re super expensive, so I usually only come when I have a coupon. Plus I have 2 free panty cards.” She held up the three cards from her pocket.

“They just send you cards for free underwear?” Taylor asked.

“Yep, any 2 from that table over there.” She pointed, watching as his head followed her finger. He snatched the two cards out of her grasp and wandered over to the table. She picked up a bombshell bra off of the table, checking the size and checking the different colors to see what she liked. She picked up a midnight blue version with a small bit of gold lace along the tops of the cups.

“I like these two.” Taylor came back fifteen minutes later, holding two “no-show” panties in his hands, one being dark blue and the other being ivory with red polka-dots.

“We match!” She grinned, holding up the bra that went well with the free undies.

“Great minds.” He laughed, picking up the bra and checking it out before placing it against his own chest. “Don’t think it’s quite my size, though.” Blake rolled her eyes, grabbing the bra and stepping into the next room over to check out a new pushup bra. Taylor, however, beat her to it, walking right up to the table and picking up a pink and leopard print bra. “This one, I like this one.” He insisted.

“Eh.” She shrugged, not caring much for the color scheme. Taylor checked the tag on the blue bra in Blake’s hand and traded the leopard bra for the right size.

“Well now I know what size you are, so I don’t even need you.” He shrugged, taking the leopard bra and walking away. Blake shook her head and continued to check out a few of the demi’s on the wall. She picked up one more white bra she could wear under t-shirts before going on the hunt for Taylor. She found him ten minutes later in the fragrance section, smelling a bottle of lotion with a basket full of undies, bras and a pair of yoga pants.

“Tay, what are you doing?” She asked.

“This is your smell, right?” He asked, holding up a purple bottle.

“Mhm, love spell.” She nodded, checking out the basket in his hands. “Babe, what is all this?” She asked, picking through the items.

“Just some stuff.” He started pulling down lotions, body sprays and massage oil in the same scent. “This stuff is the shit.” He mumbled, looking around at the other things.

“Nuh-uh, come on, babe, this is too much.” She reached for the basket and he promptly turned to his side.

“I don’t know what you mean, these are for me.” He said flippantly, walking up to the cash register and setting the basket down. Blake rolled her eyes and walked up to the register beside it, setting down her two bras and two pairs of undies. She rang up her total and watched as the giggly girl behind the counter wrapped up each individual item that Taylor bought before placing them in a giant pink striped bag.

“Have a nice day.” She smiled at Taylor.

“Oh, we absolutely will.” He winked, making laugh as he reached for her hand once again.

“You’re ridiculous.” She shook her head as they exited the store.

“I want to see you model each and every one of these for me.” He whispered into her ear.

“Only if I get to see you model those briefs.” She whispered back before pressing a kiss to his earlobe.

•••

“Ow, ow! Mr. Hall!” Blake threw her head back with a giggle when Taylor stood in the doorway of his bedroom in just his black boxer briefs that hugged his thighs. “Meow.” She purred, making him roll his eyes, but he stood and flexed in his doorway nonetheless.

“Soak it in.” He laughed, feeling like an absolute tool before taking a running leap at the bed, grinning at the way Blake curled up into a ball and squealed as he was mid-flight. “Mm, this is my favorite one.” He ran his tongue along the top of her black lace bra that pushed her boobs up to kingdom come.

“I figured, this kind is supposed to make your boobs look two sizes bigger.” She explained. Taylor cupped her breasts in his hands wide eyed.

“D’s.” He practically salivated.

“Oh hush.” She hooked an ankle around his knee and pulled his lower body down to hers where she was covered only by her new red polka dot panties that Taylor was so insistent about.

“Enough fooling around.” He whispered in her ear. “I made some solid investments today, but now I’d like to appreciate the package under them.” He kissed down her neck. A small stone of guilt settled in Blake’s stomach as he licked and sucked on her neck, his hands wandering down to her panties.

“Wait.” She bit her lip and he paused to look up at her, a pout on this thick lips. “I have to tell you something.” She said, leaning up against her elbows, “before we go any further.”

“What is it?” Taylor asked.

“That night in Chicago when I was at the bar with Patrick and some of his friends…” She could feel her stomach quivering in anticipation of how Taylor was going to react. “I hooked up with Patrick.” She whispered.

“You had sex with him?” Taylor asked, his chest turning red again with heat.

“No. We didn’t have sex.” She shook her head. “I… we… he went down one me.” She flushed bright pink as she whispered the words.

“Did you blow him?” Taylor asked, knowing that it could have been a lot worse.

“No, he did… that – and then he took me back to the hotel.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. Taylor looked up at her deep dark eyes and could tell she really was sorry.

“We weren’t together, you don’t have to be sorry.” He insisted, crawling back up her body and wrapping an arm around her.

“I know, but I can’t help but feel bad.” She whispered in reply, pressing her nose into his cheek. “I want to be perfect for you.” She added, closing her eyes in embarrassment of how silly she felt saying it – even if she was being honest.

“You are perfect for me, Blake. Every – part – of – you.” He kissed down her neck to her chest. And when I’m done with you, you will have forgotten all about him.” He gave her one last glinted grin before peeling her new panties down her legs.

And he was right.

An hour and a half later, Blake came up for air, using the restroom quickly as Taylor called in an order for pizza - a barbecue chicken bacon for Blake and artichoke and goat cheese for Taylor. It was going on eight o’clock and Blake had already called Phoebe to tell her that she was going to be staying at Taylor’s for the night.

“Babe, grab my yogas.” Blake called from the couch in the family room. Jordan was due to be back any time and she didn’t want him to walk in on her just hanging out in the family room in one of Taylor’s v-necks and her underwear. Taylor brought out the new yoga pants from Pink and she slipped into them like a second skin – tight all the way down to her ankles.

“Yoga pants.” Taylor sighed, slipping into the open space beside her on the couch, their feet up on the ottoman as a new episode of Game of Thrones started on the television. Their legs entangled and she was just getting curled up on his chest when her phone vibrated with a new message. She glanced down where her phone rested on her thigh and knew that Taylor could see her texting Patrick.

From: Patrick
what are you up to tonight?

Blake bit her lip, wondering if her idea was mean at all, but it would be effective nonetheless.

To: Patrick
spending time with my boyfriend.

She typed the reply as Taylor pretended to watch the screen in front of them. His chest filled with pride and a bit of possessiveness when he glanced at the text.

From: Patrick
so everything’s good again with that oiler?

Blake rolled her eyes but grinned at his response. She switched apps to her camera and turned on the inside viewfinder to show herself on the screen. She pressed a kiss to the under side of Taylor’s jaw as he looked ahead at the TV when she snapped a photo before sending it off to Patrick.

From: Patrick
he’s a lucky kid.

To: Patrick
trust me, he definitely is.

Blake read the next message and tossed her phone onto the recliner beside the couch before snuggling down into Taylor’s side with her blanket.

From: Patrick
let me know the next time he screws up. he won’t get a third chance.