I watched Morgan walk over to the staircase, picking up a stack of clothes off the banister. As he returned to where I was considering a dark blue shirt that would look fantastic on Nick, he began unfolding something.
�Hey, Nick, try this one on. I think it�d look good on you.�
Nodding, Nick took the hanger from my outstretched hand, looking over my head in quiet confusion at whatever Morgan had. Slowly I turned, preparing myself for some kinky lingerie or a bondage suit or something else equally embarrassing. Imagine my surprise when I saw him holding up a pair of�
�Fatigues! You got some in!�
Rushing over to him, I pulled the camouflage pants from his hands, examining the wide legs and pockets scattered all over the material.
�So are those like the ones you�ve been looking for? They�re guy pants, I must warn you, so they�re going to be huge on you even though they�re smalls.�
Aah! My pants!
�Yes! These are exactly what I�ve been looking for! Thank you!�
I heard Nick snickering behind me. Spinning towards him, I looked at him in mock disapproval.
�What? You don�t like these?�
His face turned red when I held them up, laughter he�d been holding inside finally pouring out.
�I�m sorry Kara. I just� I can�t see you in pants like� those. Just� you�re all cute and preppy in a casual sort of way. Those are� not.�
Stay calm Kara. He�s only known you for two days. He�s not seen me in my every day normal clothes.
�Kara? Preppy? Oh girl� this guy doesn�t know you very well does he? Don�t hit him.�
I won�t. Couldn�t hurt him if I wanted to. Unless it�s involving handcuffs and a whip�
Where the hell did that come from?
�I won�t. He is unaware of the sin he�s just committed. I�ll punish him accordingly though.�
My words had their expected effect, Nick�s eyebrows nearly flying up off his forehead. I think the added evil smirk and squint also brought about their desired reactions
�And� what would be an according punishment?�
�You�d like to know, wouldn�t you?�
*
YEAH!
You can�t� just say that and not take me into a changing room, showing me exactly what this punishment you speak of would be. Otherwise, I�m gonna have to take you right now, right here, right in front of Morgan.
�Try on the pants Macintosh and stop taunting the guy.�
No, no� keep taunting the guy.
Glancing down at the price tag, her playfulness washed away, a frown replacing it.
�No, I better not. If they fit, I�ll want them even more and I don�t have that much money on me.�
Try them on. Fall in love with them. I�m paying.
�Oh come on, Kara. Try �em on. Show Nick what everyday Kara Macintosh looks like.�
Yeah, I want to see you in every capacity possible. If �normal Kara� is something different, I want to see it. Just like �naked, sweaty, nicely fucked Kara� is something different I�d like to see.
Stop Nick. Stop now.
�But��
�Come on Kara. I wanna see what�cha look like in pants. Only seen you in shorts and that� very nice skirt.�
Did I just ask her to cover up her legs? Am I nuts?!
She smiled at me, a small twinkle coming to her eye.
�Well, I guess� I can�t buy them though, Morgan.�
I caught the other guy�s eye, signaling that she wouldn�t be buying them, but I would be.
�That�s fine. Just� hey wait. I got the perfect shirt to go with those! Sierra finished that tank top she promised to make you.�
Finally, Kara knows a girl!
�Cool! Yeah, go get it.�
Kara started bouncing on her toes, hopping up and down. I had to laugh. She looked so adorable when she got all excited like that, almost like a hyper little kid.
�Hey, Kar��
Still hopping, she turned around to face me, a pleased grin on her face.
�Yeah?�
�I�m gonna try on some of this. When you get done, tell me, alright? I wanna see.�
�Of course.�
Sucking on her juice box some more, she picked up her jacket that had remained on the floor, tossing it into a chair outside of the three separate dressing rooms.
�But you have to model for me.�
Model? Me? No, that�s Kevin.
�Alright. But be honest� I think you�ll have a better idea of what looks good than I will. I have horrible taste I�ve been told.�
*
Yeah, you do. Hawaiian printed shirts made with bright orange flowers on a yellow background? Who hates mankind enough to even make something like that? And who hates Nick enough to give him that shirt?
�Of course!�
Skipping over to the velvet chair, I lounged casually in it, gesturing for him to go into the nearest dressing room. Looking at me curiously, he shook his head and walked into the curtained off area.
Yeah, I don�t know where all this sudden energy came from either. Probably the sugar-laden Hi-C.
�Hey Nick��
�Yeah?�
From under the blue velvet curtain that blocked his stripping self from me, I saw him yank off his jeans after kicking off his sneakers. Oh jeez� he�s not wearing any pants. Right this very moment, all that�s separating me from a pants-less Nick Carter is a blue velvet curtain.
�Uh��
Re-gain your ability to speak�
�How big is your family?�
Where did that come from?
�Huh?!�
He sounded as confused as I felt. I know how big his family is� why am I pretending like I don�t?
�Just wondering. You�re really good with the freaking out girls. Figure you have a sister or something.�
Nick yanked the curtain back, making me jump at the sudden movement while I�d still been dwelling on the thought of a nearly naked Nick.
�Yeah� I have three. Oldest of five. Well� I have an older half sister, but we don�t see her that much.�
�Five? Whoa. I didn�t know people had families that big anymore.�
I�m proud of myself for retaining my capabilities of speech despite Nick standing in front of me, studying himself in the three sided mirrors, in distressed jeans that were very nice for his ass and a tight maroon t-shirt with gray long sleeves.
�Yeah. I guess they do. We�re sorta spread out. My brother just turned fifteen.�
This is a set up for me to ask him how old he is, so he can ask me. Nu uh, not falling for it.
�I like that.�
Spinning around quickly, he stared at me with the weirdest look I�d ever seen on his face.
�That I have a fifteen year old brother?!�
What?
�Huh? Oh wait� nooo!�
I started laughing as his face loosened up a little.
�I was talking about the clothes. Those are good. I really like those pants.�
He slapped his hand over his glasses.
�I feel stupid now.�
�No, I didn�t really make myself clear. I can see where you thought I�d� oh god, no I wasn�t talking about your brother. Tad too young for my taste.�
Nodding, he turned back to the mirrors.
�God, thank you for telling me to put my hat back on. This looks awful. Even I can tell that.�
He rubbed his hand over his head roughly, just making his hair stick up even more. Suppressing laughter, I watched him continue to fight with it, only making it worse with each new trick.
�Nick, baby, I think the only way to fix it is to wash it.�
Turning slightly to me, he raised one eyebrow and smirked.
�Is that an invitation?�
I could get used to this flirty sexual innuendo filled banter.
�Only if I get my massage first.�
�Yes ma�am.�
Heavy footsteps sounded across the loft second story as Morgan ran towards us.
�Here ya go. Nice clothes. I think those work for you. Can�t say I�m the best for judging male clothing - you�d want to get Xander in here for that - but� good taste. I have a pair of those jeans.�
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