“Are you here to help me fold the clothes?” Caleb asks as his hands diligently work on folding the freshly washed laundry.
The smell of linen welcomes you as you set foot into your shared bedroom, you look around the room in disinterest, “not really, I’m just looking for something.” You walk towards the dresser, rummaging through the drawers in hopes of finding what you’re looking for. The time you spent looking is done so in silence, until you sigh when it’s unable to be found.
“Well since you’re here, you can help.” you watch as he purposefully crumples your shirt as he pretends that it’s folded correctly.
He smiles as if he knows that his actions bug you, and he knows you too well. You suppose he would after being together for so long. And so you huff while walking towards him. You snatch it from his hands and join him on the bed, maneuvering your way through the sprawl of clothing. “I guess I have to since someone’s horrible at folding clothes.”
He peeks a coy glance at you, “There’s one thing I think I’m good at folding.” His large hands sift through the pile of laundry until he pulls out a single piece of fabric. Dangling from his hands are a pair of your panties. He holds them from the waistband in the air right in front of his head, admiring them. “Ahhh.. yeah these are niiiiice..” he teases.
“Ah- CALEB!” you squeak as you reach over the pile of clothes, arm extended out to grab your underwear out of his perverted hands, but he dodges, pulling back and taking them out of your reach. “Give those back!” you cry out.
He ignores your pleas, “hmm, did I buy you this pair? I think I did.” he inspects them for a moment more until he’s confident that he was the one to buy you that pair of underwear. “I’m gonna hafta take these back.” he grins lopsidedly.
Your mouth gapes open, “you are so weird. I’m not letting you take my underwear!” you screech as you move closer. But it’s of no use, Caleb manages to escape your grip each time. “What do you even need them for, you creep.” you say as you give up trying to take them back. You cross your arms in indignation.
“Relax babe,” he draws out, “I’ll buy you a new pair. Think of it like a trade, give in the old to get something new. If you don’t wanna trade, then you’ll have to pay to get these back.” he smiled smugly. “I don’t really need them for anything, just to take em with me when I’m leaving for missions. Wanna have a piece of that cute butt with me all the time.” he snickers.
You groan but give up when you know there’s no way you can convince him to give them back. You didn’t want to offer to pay him, knowing full-well he wouldn’t be asking you to pay him back with money. So you let it go. “You better buy me some expensive panties in exchange for that one.” you grumble. “I won’t accept anything cheap.”
He shoves your panties in his pocket and leans over to squish your cheeks. “Don’t worry pips, I’ll get you the best of the best.” he says and ends it off with a chaste kiss.
pspspsps i mayhaps have a spicier panty fic for caleb…. if anyone is interested in that………
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