When it normally came to shopping with the oversized hunter, Sam never minded the amount of time you ate up or what you chose to wear (he was a great protector, after all). He'd just stand by your side, admiring quietly as you raced through various stores. But, only one store managed to tense those broad shoulders and make his cheeks burn enough that he'd want to hide in his jacket.. and you had pulled him right in like an owner requiring their support puppy. Of course, he'd follow, but it never stopped his nervous demeanor.

With the scenery changing to black and pink walls, each holding large displays of matching lingerie sets while bins and modest shelves flashed panties and bralettes, Sam could feel himself just sprouting more embarrassed. Each flimsy piece of fabric meeting his gaze was replaced with the image of you in it, so much so that the hunter finally stuck his stare onto the floor and somehow continued to follow you.