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"what the fuck." you mumbled to yourself, thumbs slipping under the cloth of the newly bought panties you're now wearing. most of your ass were practically out, the panties doing anything, but actually covering you as you turn your back towards the mirror to look at yourself. "did it shrink on the way home or what?" you question, a frown etching on your face when you move your hands down to cup the leftovers of your ass.

"now, what do we have here?" rafe whistled, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as he look at you with a knowing look on his face. instead of going along with his teasing, you ended up getting annoyed, the day getting worse by the second for you. "i think they got the wrong measurements for my size or something, i don't know!" you huffed angrily, a pout tugging on your lips as you look over towards him.

he held his hands out in defense, surprised by your sudden outburst as he walk over towards you. "i'm sure that this is solvable." he muttered, a hand cupping the back of your head pulling you against him, making you bury your face into his bare chest with his free hand going to wrap you up in a hug as he comforts you.

"let me see," he removes the hand on the back of your head as he reaches out for the untouched panties sitting on the vanity chair that are in the same set as the one you're wearing. he chuckled to himself when he sees the tagging on them, and you remove yourself so fast from his hold, offended. "why are you laughing?" you pushes at his chest although he doesn't budge, making you even more pissed than you already are.

"baby, you got the wrong size. it's a size smaller than you normally wear," he was laughing now, showing you the tags as he shook his head when you practically ripped them away from his hands. "but i took them from the rack—" you cut yourself off, letting out a breath of annoyance as you threw them back on the vanity chair.

rafe was still laughing, amused by the way you're actually pissed over a small mistake. he thought that you actually look cute this way—all grumpy and pouty—and it only made his smile bigger than it already is. he reaches out for you then, a hand cupping your cheek as the other went down to your arm to soothe the skin there in a way to calm you down. "take a deep breath for me, baby." he demonstrate, urging you to follow him as you do what he says.

"it's not that serious, yeah? you didn't do anything wrong," he assures you, thumb moving against your cheek making your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. "but i had a long day running errands, and i thought that i did something useful by actually getting everything done on my list in a day just for this to happen." you were rambling now, telling him the thing that's actually stressing you out. he didn't say anything then, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he listens.

and when you were finally done, you let out a sigh of relief, feeling like a weight has been lifted from your chest after telling him everything that's been bothering you the whole day. "you did something useful today, you always do. it's just an honest mistake, okay? it's not your fault they weren't doing their job right," he cooed, tilting his head to the side to look at you better.

you huffed again, "now i feel bad because we're blaming them for my mistake." as you bury your face back into his bare chest, arms snacking around him to pull him closer. he lets out a soft laugh at that, shaking his head at your antiques before making eye contact with the mirror that's facing the two of you—specifically your ass that's practically out—an idea coming up to his mind.

"well," he drags the word out as his hands that were wrapped around you are now moving down to cup your uncovered skin. "i don't actually mind seeing you like this every once in a while." he said it almost too proudly, the smirk on his face telling you more than words can explain as you pushes him away, again. he faked hurt then, a hand coming up to his chest after you had harshly pushed him away although it did nothing to him.

"seriously, rafe?" you call out, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as you look away from him, crossing your arms against your chest, "you're a freak." but it only made him smile wider, pulling you back in with both his hands on your waist.

he nudges his nose with yours, "yeah, but i'm your freak." before leaning in to kiss you, hands not staying long on your waist as they make their way down to cup your exposed ass.