The pile of clothes is building up on the bed as one by one I pull outfit after outfit from the wardrobe, look at it for a moment and discard it on the bed.
"I can't find a single thing to wear for the party tonight!" I shout to you in the next room.
I hear a mumbled reply so walk in there to find you sitting with a beer watching TV. I can tell that you're completely uninterested in my complaint as you just nod and reply nonchalantly that you're sure I can find something.
"That's it, I've decided that you're taking me shopping... no, I don't care, you're taking me!" I exclaim as you try and stop me, pointing to the TV like it's more important. I pick up your wallet and car keys and grab your hand pulling you up and towards the door.
We've been walking around for 2 hours, looking in too many shops to remember, trying on countless dresses when finally I find one that I really like and go to try it on in the changing rooms. I pull open the curtain and you go to walk in behind me but I turn around and stop you, shaking my head and pointing to the chair just outside.
"So I don't even get the fun bit of watching you change to brighten up the trip?" you complain, but it's useless, I tell you to go wait over there anyway.
I close the curtain behind me standing facing the mirror ahead of me and start to undress. You soon notice that I haven't quite pulled the curtain across and you can see me standing there in my underwear, stepping into the dress and slowly pull it up, running my hands up my body, smoothing the dress over my curves. As I turn around you quickly look away, trying to act like you hadn't been watching, mesmerised, while I smile slightly, knowing full well that you saw because I wanted you to.
I pull open the curtain and stand sideways and ask, "Does my bum look big in this?"
I watch the small moment of fear in your eyes before you pick up on the hint of humour in my voice before telling me I look beautiful. I smile and walk towards you, slightly hitching up the dress so that it sits around my thighs. Straddling across your lap I lean towards you, hovering for a moment, teasing you before letting my lips meet yours, firmly. Your hands running up and down my back, over my bum, pulling me closer to you as the kiss gets more and more passionate until I break it. Standing up I pull the dress back down and walk back into changing room. Pulling the curtain closed behind me I hear a moan and sign come from behind me, from you, I know the kiss has got you slightly frustrated, I smile to myself as I change back into my own clothes.
I pick up the dress and take you by the hand leading you to the front counter to buy the dress. I hand it to the sales assistant who smiles politely and takes it from me. While she bags and rings it up, I stand there smiling, playing with your hand, stroking the tips of my fingers over the palm of your hand, along your fingers.
"That'll be £165 please." came the voice of the sales assistant, placing the bag on the counter. I smile at you and we stand there for a moment before you get the picture and reach into your back pocket. Sighing you hand over your bankcard, a small chuckle coming from both myself and the sales assistant.
"Well," you say with a tone of relief in your voice "it's almost worth it just so we can go home."
"Who said anything about going home just yet?" I reply while leading you out of the store. This time as I walk through the shopping centre, I walk with a little more determination, I know exactly where I'm going. After a few minutes we arrive outside my favourite lingerie store, smiling at you we walk inside.