The Twins' Princess

Yay, Shopping... Not!

I'm baaaaaack! Miss me? Haha! I'm in a great mood. It may sound weird, but I just read my last (actual) chapter and nearly fell off my bed laughing. Don't know if you found it funny, but I did. I honestly forgot I wrote it and nearly voted for it! (Not trying to be egotistical or anything.) Anywho, let me give you what you really want.
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"THE FUCK?!"

I know, I know. Not very lady-like. Nor is it the best thing to shout in front of a King and Queen!

Let's go back a little bit.

-a few hours prior-
Justin and Paul call for their limousine to come pick us up and take us to the castle. When it finally arrives, the boys walk with me out to the car and sit on either side of me.

"Walsh, stop off at La Déguisements before we reach the castle, please." Paul calls.

"Yes, Your Highness." He nods swiftly, then returns his focus to the road.

"Why are we stopping at 'La Fancy-Shmancy'? I thought you needed to get to the castle?" I look at Paul, then Justin, waiting for one of them to answer my question.

"We are going to introduce you to our parents. And we figured that you would want to sport something a little more... - Conservative? Appropriate, perhaps? - than my shirt. Although, you do look damn sexy in just that..." Paul's playful grin becomes a smirk as he runs his hand up and down my bare thigh.

I shiver at the feeling.

"Dammit! I want you so badly!" Justin and Paul growl in unison.

"Oopsies..." I give a nervous laugh and move to the seats opposite Justin and Paul. "So, what did you have in mind for me to wear?"

Paul has to pinch the bridge of his nose and look out the window. And judging by the way he was shifting ever few seconds, I knew why.

"I was thinking of a dress? Something simple, yet something that will make a statement. Really, it's up to you. You are the one who has to wear the clothing..." Justin jokes.

Paul's head snapps back to me, eyes pitch black. "If I had my way, not only with you, but this whole situation, you wouldn't have to wear the clothes for long. In fact, you wouldn't need to wear anything," Paul growls before Justin slaps him upside the head.

It's cute how they keep each other in check.

"Calm down. We can't just yet. Let her ease into this first, okay?" Justin reprimand Paul; a real role reversal. "Oh, we're here. Come on, Aspen. Pick anything you like."

The driver opens the door for all of us to get out. Justin is on my right with his arm around my lower back and Paul is on my left with his arm around my shoulders. As we are walking the 20 feet from the limo to the shop's door, I got 7 dirty looks, 2 cat calls and 6 disapproving shakes of heads. The boys got 4 wolf whistles (haha, I get that now!) and a near groping.

By the time we enter the shop, I was ready to destroy every female on Earth. Ahhh... so this is what Marlee meant when she said I had to watch out for jealousy.

I feel Paul and Justin's vice-like grips on me, causing me to wince a bit. "Guys?" I look them both in the face. Their eyes are a dark red, jaws locked. Oh, shit! They must have heard and seen all that crap outside.

'Comfort them. Say you're only their's.' Marlee prompts.

"Paul, Justin. Though this might seem early, I really do like you guys. You are my mates after all. No one will ever be able to replace you guys. You have my heart 100%, so don't worry about me ever leaving you. I'm yours. Now, and forever." I smile sheepishly. Had I really just said that? I feel a blush creeping up my neck.

"Aw! Babydoll!" they cry in unison, both planting kisses on my cheeks.

Suddenly, we hear a woman clear her throat. "Can I help you?" she asks in a sickly sweet voice.

'This skank better stop eyeing my men. Just because I've beat down 1 bitch today don't mean I won't take down another one,' I think to myself.

I feel Paul and Justin shaking beside me. The lady just stares at us.

"Uh, yeah. I need something fancy, yet classy. A few skirts, shirts and dresses, perhaps?" I'm not really sure what I need, but this lady is going to help me, I'm sure. I notice her badge reads, 'Eline'.

"Alright, I have just the things. If you'd just go to dressing room #4, I'll be right there with a few items." Eline rushes off to various racks around the shop.

The boys and I make our way to the dressing rooms. Before I reach dressing room #4, a bubbly brunette pops up in front of me.

"Hello! I'm Chrissie! Eline asked me to help you since she is so busy. But it's really because she is an old cranky bat. And she is super jelly over your perfect figure!" she gushes.

I give an awkward laugh. "Still getting used to it. So, where should we start?"

An hour later, I have at least 40 bags. Literally! Chrissie picked out a lot of things. They weren't what I'd normally wear, but then again, I'm not normal anymore. I have 12 dresses of varying lengths and colors, 8 blouses, 3 pairs of dress pants, 6 dress skirts and 11 pairs of shoes. I don't see why everything needs it's own bag, nor why I need so much junk, but the boys won't let me put them back.

If I had shown the slightest bit of interest in anything, they bought it. If they liked something for me (*cough cough* lingerie *cough* Those pervs!), they bought it. I only managed to get them to put back 1 item because it was way too short for my taste, and I convinced them that if they bought it, I would only wear it if I was going out without them. Although I was bluffing, it seemed to do the trick.

"There you go. All set and ready to go. Have a great day!" Chrissie smiles brightly at me and I return the smile.

Back in the car, I decide to ask the boys what they were laughing at earlier.

"Oh, we heard your thoughts... We weren't trying to, but you were projecting. We really need to teach you how to block your thoughts." Justin explains.

It didn't take much to learn that Paul is the impulsive one, while Justin is the rational one.

"Hey! I can be rational." Paul pouts.

"Oops. Sorry." I grin. "Now turn away. I'm getting changed." When neither of then turned away, I slowly crept the shirt up my thighs. Then my hips, and stomach and chest. And finally over my head.

When I look over at the boys, they looked like they were about to take me on the spot.

I quickly get dressed and blush. "I told you to look away. Now you'll just have to be uncomfortable," I tease.

"You are really lucky you can't hear our thoughts yet..." Justin says smirking.

"What are you two thinking?" I ask suspiciously.

"Trust me, it's better that you don't know." Paul answers. "Anyway, are you ready to meet our parents?"

And just like that, my stomach began it's gold medal worthy gymnastics routine...

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(Edited 16/2/17)