Lavender

Shopping Center

Episode 9

Shopping Center

The pack shopping center is far more than 'a few stores' how he put it! This place is huge! When we walk in, there's a map with all the stores listed, he asks where I want to go, but none of these places look familiar to me. He just grins, takes my hand, and leads me down the walkway. We come to a*****e that has dresses and skirts and all the frilly things inside. He looks at me expectantly, but I shake my head no. He takes me inside anyway, a look on his face that tells me not to argue. I follow along, pouting the whole way. Towards the back of the store, there are some very nice dresses, full-length ball gowns, short cocktail dresses, party and dance clothes. He looks around for a moment and pulls out a black, full-length, body-hugging, silk dress. It is so beautiful, I can't wait to try it on. He keeps looking and finds a few nice shirts for me to try on. One is a midnight blue with long lace sleeves and one is a deep green with sequins heavy on the top and fading towards the bottom. Both would look great with jeans.

He guides me towards the dressing room and takes a seat on a fluffy chair to wait. I put on the dress first and my mouth drops open. I never thought I could look this beautiful, the dress accentuates curves that I didn't even know I had, and my purple eyes are popping against the black. I blush at the thought of wearing this in front of him, then I remember, 'Brats get punishments', and a devilish smile comes over my face. I walk out of the dressing room barefoot and go right over to stand in front of him, hand on my hip. He looks up and his eyes go wide, he looks me up and down, then back up again for extra measure. He makes me giggle. "Beautiful. What do you think?" "I love it." I can't help but grin at him. He smiles back and shoos me to the dressing room. I give my hips a little extra toss as I walk and look back to see him staring.

We move on and continue shopping, hitting store after store. A little later, I have an entire new wardrobe; jeans, shirts, dresses, shoes, panties, bras, pajamas, everything you could think of. I'm most excited about having more than one bra! He says we have just a few more stops to make. I don't know what else I could possibly need. He takes me to a place filled top to bottom with makeup, I try just pick out the basics, but he insists on the full treatment. He speaks to a lady at the counter and she comes over with a bright smile. "Hi, Gwen! It's so nice to meet you! Let's get your foundation matched, shall we?" And she rushes me away. I now have foundation, primer, blush, a full palette of eyeshadow colors, waterproof and regular mascara, liquid and regular eyeliner, an eyebrow pencil, and something called contour that I'm not sure how to use yet.

Next, he takes me to a jewelry store, but I have no idea what I'm doing, so I let him pick it all out. I tried to protest, but he said I needed to 'accessorize'. He stops in front of a hair stylist and says this is the final stop. He again speaks to the girl at the desk, and she comes flouncing over to me. She shows me a few pictures and I decide on a trim with layers, adding some swoopy bangs, and we put a little blonde and red streaks on my black hair.

I look like a completely different person, I don't recognize myself at all, and I feel amazing, confident, beautiful. I step out of the chair and walk to the front area where Dean is waiting for me. I walk over to him, sit in his lap, and give him a hug with all the strength I can muster. He's surprised but wraps his arms around me. "Thank you so much. I don't know how to thank you. You're such an amazing man for doing this for me, all of this." He kisses the side of my neck quickly, "I'd do anything for you baby girl, absolutely anything. I said we'd heal you emotionally, and I meant it. That's first on my very long list." I lean back and he smiles at me. I don't care anymore, about our ages, about whether I'm ready or not, about what happens after this. I don't care about anything as long as I'm with Dean. Before he can stop me, I quickly lean forward and touch my lips to his. The electricity is now a complete raging fire, and it's taking me over. He doesn't pull away, in fact, he pulls me closer. I've never kissed anyone before, so I hope I'm not ruining this, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. I move my mouth against his, he touches his tongue to my bottom lip. Heat wrecks my whole body, my heart is pounding. I push my fingers into his hair, close to his scalp, and grip it tight in my fists, holding him to me.

He groans and pulls back, we're both out of breath. "f**k, baby girl. I wasn't expecting that." He has the biggest grin I've ever seen. I follow his gaze to the side and see the hair stylists all turned and watching us. I giggle and hide my face in his chest. His laughter rumbles against my face, and he stands up, taking me with him and setting me on my feet. He really looks at me for the first time when he puts me down and clearly appreciates my makeover. "Gorgeous." He walks over to the ladies and pays before coming back to me. He picks up all the bags, takes my hand, and leads me out of the shopping center.

It's already dark outside, we must've been in there for hours. He pushes the button on the fob, opens my door for me, then throws all the bags in the back of the SUV. He keeps his hand on my thigh while he drives, and I set mine on top of his. I never noticed how big his hand is until I saw it in comparison to my own now.

He drives back to the house like he's truly on a mission, he's silent the whole way. We get there in what seems like seconds.

After he parks in the garage, he comes around to the passenger side and opens the door for me. Once I step out, he pulls me against him. He uses one hand to pull my hair, "I like this..." He says, voice husky. His other hand grabs one of my butt cheeks and I gasp. He grins and says "I like this too..." And then he moves his hand from my hair to the back of my neck, "And I like this more..." Then his mouth is on mine, greedily, hungrily. I try to match his enthusiasm, reaching my arms up and around his neck. He picks me up, gripping my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes my back against the car and I wrap my fingers in his hair.

He moves his mouth down my throat to my shoulder and puts a small bite there. I let out a loud moan and my body moves against his. He groans and neither one of us can catch a breath when his mouth clashes back to mine. I never want to let him go, I never want this to end. The thought makes me want to give him everything, to please him, no matter what.

Suddenly, he pulls back and sets me down. I give him a pout, trying to catch my breath. "Why'd you stop?" He smirks at me, "Brats get punishments remember?"