This choice: To just walk around her apartment in his underwear. • Go Back...Chapter #8To just walk around her apartment in his underw... by: quesarito   The idea of spending an entire wash cycle in the bathroom wasn't appealing, at least less appealing than walking around Fran's apartment in his skivvies. He figured if it was okay with her, then it can't be all that bad. He gathered up his clothes and stepped out of the bathroom, holding his shirt in one hand and jeans in the other.
"Goodness..." Fran whispered, looking down at his boxer briefs. "Tighter than they first looked..."
Embarrassed, Dan covered his boxers with his clothes. "Your washing machine?"
"Oh yeah... follow me." She started to walk off, looking over her shoulder. "We just need to go through the kitchen."
Dan followed her, keeping a bit of distance between them and keeping his boxers covered from her view. She kept looking back at him, making quick glances before looking forward again. Dan felt she was acting very odd today. Almost as if she was enjoying seeing him half-naked. He wondered if maybe she'd return the favor... but discarded that idea. She may have not been too shy to see him, but she was definitely too shy to show off.
They made it to the very small laundry room. It seemed large enough for the washer, dryer, and maybe two people. "Let me just move my laundry into the dryer and free up the washer for you." She said as she opened the washer lid. She finished transferring the clothes and stepped aside, giving Dan space to walk in.
Dan walked over to the washer and dropped his clothes in. With his back turned to Fran, he could feel her staring at him, feeling a little uneasy. "Fran? Where's your detergent?"
"Under the sink in the kitchen. I'll pour you some." She squeezed past Dan, her hand running against his lower back. He could almost swear he felt a finger tuck under the band of his boxers.
"Um... you feelin' alright, Fran?" He asked as she grabbed some liquid detergent from under the sink. It was missing the cap, so she resorted to pouring it into a measuring cup. "You don't seem like yourself..."
"I'm fine." She said looking over at him, and at his boxers again. She absentmindedly filled the whole 3 cups of the container with detergent, while some spilled over.
"The detergent..." He pointed at the overflowing cup.
"Hmm?" She looked and stopped pouring immediately. "Oops! Well... I'll clean it up later."
"Isn't that too much soap for a shirt and jeans?"
"It'll be fine. Can't get TOO clean..." She started walking over, cup in hand. "Gah!" She tripped, again, and spilled the contents all over Dan's chest, stomach, and boxers. "Oh no! Not again!" She said, voice half dismayed, half delighted.
Dan groaned. "Just isn't my day..." He looked at his now wet underwear, which was dripping with soap.
"Well! Let's just wash 'em with the rest of your clothes!" She said hurriedly. "It's shouldn't take long!"
"But I have nothing else to wear..."
"I know... I mean! I know what will help! Why don't you take a shower?"
"How will that help? I still won't have any clothes."
"You can shower that detergent off while my laundry dries. I have a towel in there so by the time you're done, you should have a nice, dry towel waiting for you. I'll just bring it right to you."
Dan thought about it. A shower would be nice at this point. And he would be away from Fran's eyes for a while. "Sounds good to me. I'll take that shower. I'll head back to the bathroom and leave my boxers out the door for you."
"Or you can just take them off here and drop them in the washing machine." She said, rather bluntly.
"... What?" Daniel was in awe at what he heard.
"I mean... you're here already... and that soap is dripping off you. I don't want you to slip and hurt yourself. Go on and take them off. I'll cover my eyes."
Dan wasn't sure if he could believe her or not. A few minutes ago, he had to rationalize walking around in his underwear, now he's been given the option of getting completely naked in front of Fran. Even with her eyes closed, he's not sure if he can do it. Her idea did make sense from a logical standpoint... and he could at the very least convince himself she wouldn't peek at him. He gives it a little thought...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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