His thanks for her efforts are returned by burying his face against her neck, and she revels in the moment with her arms around his head, letting her fingers run against his shaven hair.
"Feel better?" she asks in a whisper.
He moans and massages her neck with gentle sucking.
"You ready to go shopping?"
Taking a deep breath, "Since I'm not doomed to the floor this time, sure," he replies.
Snickering at him, "Go get your shirt on then," kissing his lips before letting him go.
He smiles and heads to the dryer to retrieve his shirt as she takes a seat on the couch again to slip her shoes on. He makes his way back, buttoning up his shirt while she secures her shoe straps.
Glancing at his status, she doesn't see any problem right away.
"Your shirt looks fine hun. What button did you think was missing?" she asks.
"One of the top ones," he says, holding up the spot where one is absent.
"Oh geeze! It's not even a super important one!" she giggles. "You look fine without it," she adds, standing up to adjust his collar.
"Well I wasn't exactly aware of the fact that I'd be getting new clothes today, so I was trying to keep it together."
"I see. Well, that's why we're going to fix it, right now in fact." Patting him on the chest, "Come on, get your shoes on."
"George missing butt flap," he says slipping into his loose shoes effortlessly.
"What?" she replies with a confused look.
"Butt flap," pointing at his waist. "My undies are M-I-A."
"And this is bothering you now? You went from the dryer to the floor and back to your feet without it being a problem."
He recalls her point briefly, but still shrugs his shoulders as though wondering what should be done about it.
"We'll get you a new....butt flap," she says laughing, turning him towards the door. "God, you are seriously the biggest dork sometimes," grabbing her keys and mini purse and following him out.
"Ahhh-hah, this feels so weird," he says, pulling awkwardly at the crotch of his pants on his way to the car.
"I thought you got used to living on the wild side," she calls back to him, unlocking the doors with her key fob.
"Well yeah, kinda, but the boys aren't used to flapping about in the wind like this."
She smiles, "I think they'll live," she says getting in.
Following suit on the passenger side, Brian feels unusually violated by his clothing as it rides up on him the more he tries to relax in the seat.
During the drive, he randomly fidgets around, which Cindy can't help but notice.
"You ok over there?" she asks.
"My pants are flossing my crack," he replies, subtly lifting himself off the seat.
After a good laugh, "Just sit still! You're making it worse by moving."
She continues to see him twitch out of the corner of her eye as their trip progresses and decides to take matters into her own hand, literally.
Without warning, she reaches over and grabs him between the legs and forces him against the seat. "I said, sit still!"
She's not gripping tight enough to make him scream, but she does have his full attention, and he does remain still until they reach their destination.
"See? Not so bad now was it?"
"No thanks to your persuasive grip," he sasses her, pulling her hand from him.
"You liked it, don't lie," she teases back.
He grins, blushing slightly before getting out of the car, giving his pants another tug once he stands up straight.
Once in the store, he heads straight for the underwear aisle with as much haste as his legs will allow. Being a guy, he grabs the first thing he sees that he knows will fit and hugs it dearly.
"Ahhh, butt flap....in a ten-pack! Relief has never looked so good," he says to the package.
Cindy smiles as she catches the double meaning. "Would you two like to be alone for a minute?"
He chuckles along with her, "Har-de-har...no."
They continue browsing and she finds it a little strange how he holds it close, as though he's concerned about losing it. Following him around, she notices that he only picks up one shirt and a set of pants and inquires about it.
"Is that all you're going to get?"
"Well, I wasn't planning on staying this thin forever."
"Mm, makes sense I suppose, but why not give yourself a few options anyway? We can always donate them when you grow out of them."
Glancing at what he's chosen so far, "If you say so." After a brief thought, "Maybe you can help me look then. Perhaps find something you'd like to walk on?"
She smirks a little and leans in close, "You don't need clothes for what I like to walk on. Thought I made that clear in the bathroom."
"Ok, fine. Let me rephrase that then. Help me with finding something for walking on me in public. You and Christie can't walk on me everywhere with minimal clothes."
"Oh really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow along with a curious grin.
Brian pauses for a second, recalling what he just said. "Ok, you can, but you know what I mean. Just help me look."
Amused with how he's stumbling over his words, she giggles, "Don't worry, I got this."
She proceeds to pick out several different types of shirts, pants, shorts, and any other seasonal stuff that may suit him for the time being, then leads him over to the fitting rooms.
Sifting through her selections, she sets a shirt and pair of pants on top of the pile he's holding, "Put these on first," she says.
"Why?"
Taking a seat on a bench just inside the waiting room doorway, "I'm curious to see how they fit."
