nothing.

"mm, maybe after this i'll try that for you."

not maybe, but definitely, if his smirk is anything to go by.

tugged onto the next section, it doesn't take them long until he has a few different outfits lined up for him to try on. so, as he approaches the changing rooms, he tugs her into one of them as well, not minding the closeness.

his voice lowers.

"right. which one should i try first?"

giada morgan

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[attr="class","giada i"]"maybe?" she feigns hurt, expression shifting into a childish pout. "mean." not really. she enjoys the chase just as much as she enjoys him.

once there's enough clothes to form a handful of outfits to pick from, he's dragging her into one of the changing rooms. closeness is a welcome occurrence for giada. although... the workers might not enjoy it quite as much.

"this one," she leans to run an idle hand across one of the outfits. it looks similar to another but... it has red and she's a sucker for the color. plus, it almost feels like alt style... yum.

CIAN MAHER
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the works are definitely disapproving, but it's not the first time cian's been shot those looks. it's the first time for this particular store, however. maybe.

"you got it."

slowly, he starts undressing, taking off his shirt before giving her a quick kiss on her cheek. after a few moments, he's donning the red outfit.

"thoughts?"

giada morgan

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]you know, the workers have probably dealt with worse... maybe?

she lets out a soft hum of approval as his shirt is shed. and when he presses a quick kiss to her cheek, she's flashing a bright smile. it's returned with a lightness, although she tries to press it to his lips instead amidst the flurry of changing into the red outfit.

"spin," she murmurs when he's finished. the shirt's definitely cute. it fits in the right places but is loose enough to not be constricting. a quality shirt.

she may or may not simply want to see his ass in those jeans though... hehe.

CIAN MAHER
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the kiss is warm, affectionate, and it makes him smile.

spin.

"yes, ma'am."

he spins, feigning innocence in the way he leans forward slightly, just enough to accentuate the curves of his ass. cian doesn't lift, but he definitely works out.

"it's a bit tight..."

giada morgan

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[attr="class","giada i"]a very pleased hum escapes when he follows instructions and spins. and maybe her smile shifts into something a little more affectionate but it's not like he can see when he's double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon.

"is it?"

her hand reaches, then, and gives a cheek a light tap. a snicker follows and she's tugging at the back of the shirt to turn him back around.

"looks good to me," she purrs softly. her head tilts slightly, eyes dropping to the pants again. "if you want another size, we can grab it."

CIAN MAHER
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a light tap? that's all he gets? oh, well. she can make up for it later, he supposes.

he spins back around, smirking as he peers down at the pants.

"nah. i like it if you like it."

from the selection of clothes she picked for him, he pulls out one of the t-shirts that on her would, no doubt, look oversized.

"try this on for me, will you?"

giada morgan

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]he'll get more later. while public shenanigans are thrilling, she's not trying to get banned from this store without buying clothes for him.

"you sure?" her head tilts slightly, as if weighing the thought. eventually, however, she merely smiles.

he's passing a t-shirt, then, and she's looking more confused than she probably should. it's a cute shirt, one she'd probably steal from him if given the chance.

"why? aren't you supposed to be the one trying on?" so he can keep undressing for her hehe.

CIAN MAHER
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"i'm sure."

it's a very cute shirt. good choice.

"i just wanted to see what you'd look like in it."

and then he's leaning in to whisper.

"we both know you're going to steal it eventually."

giada morgan

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]the thought makes her pause, makes her stare. and then, a probably too bright smile follows.

”okay,” she murmurs. hands reach to begin pulling her sweater up and over her head.

”is it really stealing if you give it to me to wear, though?” although, when or if he breaks her heart, then she’ll be stealing the shirt. no doubt.

CIAN MAHER
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his head dips in approval when she pulls her sweater up. naturally, a hand reaches out to brush against the bare skin of her waist, unable to resist himself.

"it is if you never return it."

giada morgan

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]a hum of approval rises and bubbles out of her throat at the touch. she leans into it with the ghost of a smile, arms shifting to pull the sweater off over her head.

”who says i won’t give it back?” realistically, him, her track record, and her sticky fingers. for him, though? she’d consider it.

CIAN MAHER
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"thieves aren't known for returning things."

he leans forward, brushing past her cheek to whisper into her ear:

"you can keep it. if you're good."

giada morgan

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