All I could do was giggle as I pushed the shopping cart down the aisles of the store. Jared made no effort to hide our relationship anymore, so I got to enjoy having a natural and normal relationship for the first time. "...And you said this would never happen." I chuckle at him as he comes up behind me and grabs the shopping cart on either side of my hands, trapping me.
"What did I say would never happen? Never is a pretty strong word, and not one I would use lightly." he replied, nuzzling his face into my hair. I could feel his lips on my neck and it sent shivers up my spine, the man was sex itself.
Backing myself against his chest I turn my face to kiss him on the cheek. "You said we would never have a normal relationship." I whisper in his ear.
With a growl, he drops a hand off the cart and wraps it around my middle, pulling me in tighter; we ceased walking and I was putty in his arms. "Are you saying this is normal? I would say that this is pretty fucking amazing. I'm kinda glad our relationship is out in the world now." He was drawing the attention of onlookers, all of which thankfully didn't seem to recognize him behind his aviators.
"Jay, you're making people look at us!" I say, pulling his hand off my middle and wiggling away with a laugh. "I want to enjoy this shopping trip, let's not make it end too soon."
Growling he lets go to walk beside me. Glancing over at him, all I could do was appreciate the man next to me. His smooth golden skin, glyphic tattoos and strong shoulders, shown off by the sleeveless shirt he was wearing; I felt instantly aware of the tongue in my mouth and my eyes dropped south.
Jared cleared his throat and I look up at him, flushing red. "Now who's the one making a scene Becks?" He pokes me in the ribs with a smile and I felt a part of me die of frustration inside. "So whats on this list of yours? Keep in mind, some things I may already have at home."
His words punched me in the lower stomach, wondering just what he had hidden away, and I gulped as I read out the list. "Um, cheap sheets, various scarves, baby oil...and paraffin candles." I said the last one with a gulp and I was rewarded by his rich laughter in my ears.
"You're so sweet Becks, assuming I don't know what you're up to." We had started walking down the aisles again towards the bedding section. "I also have plenty of scarves, which you should know."
"Oh I know" I said to him, sticking my tongue out. "But this is going to get messy and I don't want to ruin something nice. Plus, you wouldn't tell me if it was a $5 or $500 scarf we were destroying." Reaching the section with the sheets, I grab a half dozen king size sets of cheap, white top-sheets.
Incorrigible as usual, I turn around for one second and turn back to discover a roman in full toga, wearing aviators. Jared had masterfully wrapped a white sheet around himself with a skill that spoke of many parties. With a face that was totally stoic, as if born to the absurd outfit, he walked past me down the aisle.
Opening my mouth to say something, I miss my opportunity as he disappears around the corner. All I could do was groan and rub my face with my hand as I followed after him. He was going to get us kicked out of here and we hadn't even reached the candles yet.
Pushing the cart down the main section of the store, I glance down the aisles as I walk past them, looking for the lost Patrician. Finding him standing and staring at shelves full of candles with his aviators on his head, he was adorable. "What are we looking for again?" He asks as he reads the back label of a jarred candle.
"Not those, the pillar candles are better; they have higher paraffin content so they aren't as hot when they melt. At least that was what I read on the website I found."
