Groceries

This is part of a series of vignettes I did a couple years ago. I've yet to finish the series...

It always rains in England; sometimes hard, sometimes just a drizzle. Somehow, though, it always managed to pour every time John and I needed to go to the grocery and actually had the money to do so. So, as wet dogs, we would rush down the street, trying to beat the rain just enough to get back to the flat without ruining the food.

We had just finished running up and down the aisles at the local Shoppi, just down the road from our flat. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough money to pay for all that we were going to buy, so John told me he'd put back some of the things.

Well, I purchased our groceries and John came back over, moments later.
"Let's go." He demanded, which caused me to raise a brow.
"Bag these groceries, then," I instructed, but John just shook his head.
"I can't. Christ, Flora, hurry up."
I did not catch on to waht he meant, but did as he instructed anyway. The whole time, he stood there, furiously tapping his foot and looking around.
"Come on, Johnny," I encouraged, tugging at his sleeve.
"Don't!" He snapped then looked around a bit more, "Come on, come on! Let's go!" He rushed out the door and into the rain. I followed him, wondering how serious wet groceries could possibly be to him considering we'd eaten much worse in better times.

After making it back to the flat, completely out of breath, John jumped up and down.
"Come on, come on, Fidget! Open the door!"
"Shut up, John. I've got to get the key out first. What's the big rush?"
"Just open the pissing door!" he shreiked.

I could have been quite the evil cunt and kept him waiting, but instead, I opened the door with haste. The moment we were both inside and the door had closed, John sighed with great relief.
"Thank Christ." he cried and let his arms fall to his sides, releasing all the groceries we hadn't had the money to buy from his shirt and jacket. "Whoops." he stated, unconvincingly with a sly grin on his face. My jaw dropped.
"Holy shit, Snags!" I yelped.
"Dinner's on me tonight, huh, Fidge?"
"You crazy fuck!" I cried and pushed him to the couch. He laughed and grabbed me, taking me with him and smothering me in kisses. I battled to break free from him, but he knew that I really didn't want him to let go.
"You think I'm the greatest. Admit it. Ad-fucking-mit it and I'll let go!"
"No!" I snapped, struggling against him, but he just laughed and shoved me off of the couch then stretched out like a king.
"I win, again!" he cheered, pleased as pie with himself. I shook my head and pulled him to the floor with me.
"The lady always wins, John. Unwritten rule."

He let his crooked teeth shine through in a queer smile and shook his head,
"Some lady." He sneered and I shoved him.
"Jackass, I'm royalty." this widened his crooked grin.
"Oh, yes, I keep forgetting."
I fought a smile and rose from the floor to put away the groceries.
"Come on, help me with these, please."
John groaned and got up then started to rummage through the bags.

"Aha!" he shouted after finding a loaf of bread.
"What?" I asked, turning to face him. He grinned broadly and called me over to him with his finger.
"I've got something for you."
I raised a brow, put down a package of noodles, and went over to him.
John had that silly grin plastered to his face as he opened the bread, grabbed my left hand, and wrapped the twist-tie from the bread package around my ring finger. I looked down, utterly confused.
"What's this thing on my finger?" I asked him as he went back to putting away the groceries.
"It's an engagement ring."
I looked at him, appalled.
"John! It's a fucking twist-tie!"
"Yeah, well, count your blessings. I got our groceries and your ring in one stop to the store. Now we're fucking broke. But it's lovely, isn't it?"
I shook my head and moved my hand back and forth.
"Oh, yes. I just love how the wire glitters in the lamplight." I leered. John dropped the groceries and howled.
"And it's fucking adjustable! So if you start to get sausage fingers, it's no loss to my bank account."
I made a face at his words.
"How the piss can I get sausage fingers if we live off of bread and water? Christ, Johnny, it's like we're in prison." I retorted.

John just smiled and wrapped his arms around my middle, pulling my backside against his pelvis.
"Yeah," he began in a husky whisper, "but at least when I bend you over and shag you senseless, it's consensual."
His lips trailed down my neck causing me to shiver deliciously. I dropped the groceries in my hand and sank onto the couch, taking John with me.

I'll be damned if that man didn't win me over every time he tried.