Love and Leather

Chapter 91: Can't Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

Clementines POV

My eyes narrow as I listen to Vanity talk about all the stores she wants to check out. We were at the mall to do some weekend shopping. Well, in Vanity's words "that big check from Mötley signing a new record deal finally hit Nikki's bank account and he told me to go shopping." Or at least that's what she told me he said.

I watch as she moves overly priced clothes on the rack, my eyes glancing at the size marker with a bold S on it.

"Do you always wear a size small?" I question her as she glances over at me, popping the pink gum bubble between her lips.

"Um not typically. But sometimes if it's a stretchy material I can fit in it. I usually wear a medium, sometimes a large if I really like it."  She tells me while looking at a shirt.

"What about underwear?" I ask as my hand drifts over the materials and the other rubs my bump.

Van chuckles, giving me a strange look "Uh, usually a large. Why?"

"Oh no reason." I tell her as her eyes stay on me for a moment before she continues looking at the clothes.  My mind goes back to the underwear that was clinging to Tommy's jeans, "So never a small?"

Van laughs, "A small could never fit over these hips. What's with the weird questions? I know it's not Nikki putting you up to it because he knows what I wear."

"I'm just curious that's all."

Vanity again, keeps her focus on me for a moment as I give her a smile. We continue looking around the store as she starts holding skirts up to her waist and looking at herself in the mirror.

I could see how Tommy found her attractive. She was beautiful. Slender shoulders, natural breasts that were perky and just big enough for a man to take a second look. She was an average height for a woman, but she had long legs. She was blessed with curvy hips. Of course, her eyes were piercing and  her lips were full.

"Do you think I would look okay in this?" My eyes meet hers as she turns around to look at me, "I think it's super cute but I don't know."

I hated when she asked me questions like that because she looked good in everything she wore. Jesus, pregnancy has me feeling very insecure today.

"Duh, Van. You'll look good in it. You can always pull of leather skirts." Did Tommy like leather skirts? Maybe I should try them out.

"Okay...so why were you staring at me? I can see you through the mirror ya know?" Van smirks a bit as she puts the skirt over her arm to hold it.

"I don't know, I just feel blah today and you look so pretty." I tell her as she laughs, pushing her hair out of her face.

"Clem, you're literally glowing and I look like death because Arianna was up at the butt crack of dawn. Are you okay? Is something on your mind?" She questions me as I sit down on the bench near the heels.

"No...well-" I take a breath as she stares at me, "It might be really weird to ask, but when was the last time you slept with Tommy?"

I look for any sort of reaction, but I can't tell if she just has a really good poker face or not.

"Tommy? Uh, I don't know. It's been a few years.." Vanity shrugs, "What brings that up?" She asks me as her eye brows are pulled together in confusion.