Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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One Week Later

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Over the past week, Lucious and Violet have been able to make living arrangements work. She still didn't have any sort of personal key yet and instead used the spare, but she did successfully purchase extra necessities for herself.

Sometimes, the tension was difficult. They kissed only every once in a while, and rarely was it on the lips. But that didn't mean that Lucious didn't want to do it. How could he resist touching her when they're sleeping in the same bed? He maintained his composure when they would spoon, but often times this method was the only way she could fall asleep to avoid having nightmares about Elijah.

Speaking of which, there hasn't been any contact between them as far as Lucious could tell. Violet was almost never on her phone, not unless she needed to be. She spend most of her time reading a particular book from Lucious' collection and bundled up in a corner of the couch underneath a blanket. He felt like that was good for her.

Today, it was all about her. Lucious told her that he would help her start over, and so the first place they went to was the mall.

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Violet went to the mall but never by herself. She only went when someone was with her because she didn't have the confidence to ask questions or to openly express her tastes through the clothing. So when Lucious pulled into the parking lot, the fear that accumulated in her chest was unable to be missed by him.

He stared at her, then reaching out and gently placing his hand onto the back of hers. "Are you nervous?" He asked. "I just...never go to the mall alone. I can never enjoy it the way other people do..." She mumbled. "Well, you will now. Because you're going for you." He said. She stared back at him, and he had quite a comical grin on his face before he opened the car door and got out.

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"...but...I don't know what to shop for..." Violet said quietly, trailing behind Lucious as he peered through the items hanging on various racks of the clothing store. "When was the last time you shopped for yourself?" He asked. "A few years ago...I think. It does not take long to find something...because my outfits were very reserved." She said. "For...obvious reasons..." She added.

Lucious looked over at her for a moment, but said nothing. He had his hands folded behind his back and took off in another direction in an observant manner. She following behind him closely. "I'd prefer that you pick your own clothing, but it seems that you have had a style that you considered 'safe' that you have adjusted to. Feel free to choose anything, but remember that you are starting over, not staying in the same place. Consider how much freedom you have while you choose your outfits." Lucious said.

She nodded, then rubbing the side of her arm. "It's okay...if you want to pick some things for me too, Sir..." She said. A small smirk formed on the side of his lips while he took a glance at her. "Very well. I hope you like what I choose." He said. "And outside of work, you don't have to call me a work title. Plus, I'd think we're past the point of being simple coworkers, aren't we?" Lucious asked with a grin, then turning and walking away.

"O-oh..." Violet mumbled. She then saw Lucious shake one of his hands at his side, indicating that he was inviting her to hold it. She scurried behind, intertwining her fingers with his. "So...what can I call you?" She asked. "Lucious, of course. Or anything else you want. "I'm open to it all. As long as it isn't corny." He joked. She laughed, and he kissed the back of her hand. "Let's go find you something you like."