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Now Kim is a lot of the things I always imagined her to be when I knew her as Wik.
Sexy? Check.
Even sexier when she takes off her rings as soon as she gets home!
Cool? Check and then some.
I didn’t expect my leather jacket wearing badass girlfriend to also have a huge Disney movie obsession. Even finding a Flounder tattoo on her left butt cheek.
A dream come true? Absolutely check!
I couldn’t imagine a better girlfriend than Kim.
She can be caring, like how she always gets all my favorite snacks after exams at university. She can be adoringly possessive, despite the one incident where the guy who cat called me ended up with a broken finger. However, she can also be soft and cuddly. Kim often falls asleep with her head in my lap and wakes me up with kisses on my face.
What I never thought, could have even imagined in my wildest dreams was Kim being a clingy panty thief!
It all started when yesterday on laundry day I noticed most of my underwear was missing. While it isn't the first time my underwear has gone missing, I couldn’t ignore the fact I only had four pairs left now. The next day, I was racking my head all the way over to Kim’s apartment. I couldn’t shake the feeling of how weird this was. I had cleaned every nook and cranny of my bedroom. Porsche had cleaned the house just a few days ago in an angry frenzy, when he got into another argument with his new boyfriend Kinn. There’s no way, even the most unlikely event of them getting misplaced happened.
I unlocked the door to Kim’s apartment, feeling grateful she gave me a key last week. I wasn’t supposed to come over until tonight, but my friend, Perth, canceled our plan last minute. I was met with the darkness of my girlfriend’s apartment. The only light coming from the huge living room windows.
I sat my bag and shoes neatly in their specific place-my original habit to just throw them wherever was replaced due to the neat freak I’ve learned Kim to be. I was going to raid her fridge and watch tv until she got home; however I heard the faint sound of music. I tiptoed towards the bedroom, following the noise. I silently prayed I was quiet enough not even Kim and her supernatural ears could hear me coming.
I nudged the door fully open, my eyebrows pulled together when I saw the door was already left slightly ajar. Kim was hyper vigilant, although dating me has caused her to become more relaxed. It still wasn’t normal for her to leave a door open like this.
My jaw would have dropped to the floor had it not been securely attached to my face. There was Kim laying in bed sleeping soundly. Her dark locks were messily pulled into a ponytail and the dark circles under eyes more prominent than usual. A tale-tell sign she pulled another all nighter in the studio again. The cut on her bottom lip only further proof of her all nighter. I had been trying for months to get Kim to break her lip biting compulsion when frustrated. She wore an oversized t-shirt, from a band I had never heard of. While, all of this made me want to capture this sight in my mind to replay over and over again. What shocked me was the underwear Kim wore, clearly visible with her knee pulled higher than the other as she slept.
I walked over getting a closer look at the underwear. The tiny Chay’s and images of fruit printed all over it was all the confirmation I needed. “Kim!” I didn’t need to shake her awake, my voice alone would’ve startled her; but she always relaxes faster when she feels my hands. “Angel?” Kim’s eyes are smaller from sleep and she opens her arms inviting me into them.
I smile and let her follow my gaze. Before she can react to being caught red handed, I pull on the band on my underwear; letting it snap back against her skin.”Chay this isn’t what it looks like!” I cock an eyebrow at her and then snap the band against her skin once again. “All mine were dirty, you left them here.” I crossed my arms and walked over to the empty laundry basket in the corner of her room.
“You’ve never missed a day of laundry since I met you, Kim.” She gulps and her eyes are everywhere. When she trains her gaze on a drawer for a few seconds longer than anywhere else, I get a gut feeling. “What’s in there?” I point at the drawer and Kim's eyes go wide. “That’s just my sock drawer! You know that.” I took a step towards the supposed sock drawer and Kim flinched looking ready to lunge to block the drawer from my sight.
“Kim?” She looked between my outstretched hand and the drawer. Before her eyes met mine again. “Angel. Let’s just not do anything impulsive!” I pretended to think about it and then jumped, yanking the drawer open. Kim was beside me in a flash. She tried to cover my eyes, but it was far too late.
“Kim! Why do you have all of my underwear?” Kim’s face was bright red and she kept playing with the bracelet I gave her for our one week anniversary. (Kim teased me all day about celebrating a one week anniversary, yet the next day had bought me a matching bracelet for our “one week and one day anniversary.”) “Wow, my girlfriend is a thief. Wait sorry, correction panty thief!” I crouched down to where Kim was trying to put all her stolen goods back in the drawer and pinch her cheeks; letting myself laugh loudly.
“Chayyyy..” Kim rolled her eyes, whining from her embarrassment. I could feel the heat of her skin, where I now cupped her face. “Tell me why you’ve decided to start your career in panty thievery?” Kim closed her eyes and I felt some sympathy. Offering her a little mercy, I kissed each of her eyebrows, then her nose, and continued all over her face until she came out of hiding. When she opened her eyes again her bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout.
“Don’t be like that, Kimmy.” She only averted her gaze. Kim looked aggressively cute all red, her hand gripping on my shirt like she was scared I would run, and at the same time her eyes refusing to meet mine like she was desperate to escape.
I leaned forward and lightly bit her pouty lips. Kim jumped, hand instinctively touching at her mouth. “Adorable.” I voiced my thoughts out loud, watching as Kim blush started to spread to her chest. I had to fight the urge to pull the shirt lower to see just how far the color traveled down her skin.
“I missed you.” Kim whispered barely audible enough to make out her words. It all clicked into place so fast I felt my head spin when my heart sped up with the realization. “Is stealing my underwear the weird Km version of stealing your girlfriends hoodies?” She shut her eyes again and hid her face in my neck. “It is, isn't it? Do you wear them when you miss me? Wait, did you go to sleep in them thinking about how much you love me?” By this point Kim had resolved to hide her face in my lap.
“Chay, please? It was just an accident your underwear ended up in there.” I pushed Kim’s hair to the side exposing her face. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s really cute.” She huffed indicating she didn’t agree. “I’m serious! I love knowing this side of you. I steal your shirts and your hoodies. Also I stole that necklace, the one with the K pendant.”
Kim lifted her head, seeming a little more relaxed. “I’m kinda hungry.” She smiled softly and raised her eyebrows at me. “Oh no. We’re not having pizza again!” Kim had slipped my phone from my pocket without me knowing and started dialing the pizza place. “My love, no please? I beg you?” She put a hand over my mouth telling them her signature pizza order, raisins, and all.
I grumbled complaints, while Kim danced around in my underwear finding pants for when the delivery guy got here. When the doorbell rang, ten minutes later, and a whole argument about pinnacle vs raisin pizza toppings. Kim jumped up, removing her legs that had been using my lap to lay on. “I’ll get the food!” She practically sang. “I’ll get the plates and drinks.” As she disappeared out of the bedroom, the thought of my girlfriend's weird but cute thieving came to mind again. “I love you.” Once again voicing my thoughts out loud.
I stood up following the sound of my heart who was currently signing a made up song about Pizza.