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If Claire noticed that Elle was feeling uncomfortable, she didn't show it -- probably because she knew that the best way to eliminate awkwardness was to ignore it and act completely comfortable. Plus, clinging onto Elle's arm was a good way of keeping her own mind from acknowledging that she was out shopping for the first time with friends since ... probably Jackie Wilcox.

She tried not to look too awkward at the casual discussion of Elle and Dean's bedroom activities, but it was hard for her, especially because she was planning on getting something for herself. She hadn't even begun to think of what it should be, expect that Dean had suggested red or black and lacy. With garters. She scrunched her nose, not seeming to notice that her thoughts on the matter were showing plainly on her face.

"Corsets are always cute. What kind of costumes were you thinking?" She realized that she still hadn't decided whether or not she was handing over her cheer uniform for Elle to borrow. It would probably be a good idea to talk that over with Sam, though, now that she thought about it.

Claire had gotten used to shopping with others again thanks to Serena and Buffy, so this little outing wasn't all that weird to her. It was just something she had gotten used to again, and was glad for the fact, because feeling awkward about shopping ontop of feeling awkward about picking out lingerie for Elle was a little too much for one day. Unlike her other self, she was taken a little by surprise at the mention of a costume, although she tried to not let it show too much. "Costumes?"

She could only begin to wonder what kind of costumes Elle already had, and her nose wrinkled as she attempted to shove those thoughts out of her head entirely. "I've never actually worn or looked at any of this stuff, so my opinions aren't really going to count for much, sorry."

She realized that she was like the baby of the group, the third wheel who was behind the others. It wasn't something that left her feeling jealous, it was just a fact that she was quickly becoming acutely aware of. Oh well, maybe she could just pick something out too. Just in case she ever were to need something, she'd have it on hand. And that way, she could keep up with the other two and trying on cute little things.

It was kind of amusing, watching both of the Claires tense up a little at her casual mentioning of her sex life with Dean. It was nice to have an area that she was actually more experienced in. There wasn't too many of those, really, considering how sheltered her life inside of the Company had been.

"Well, he requested a nurse outfit, but I'll probably pick a couple more too. He got me a police officer one for his birthday, he even let me use the handcuffs on him." Once again, she was probably oversharing, but tact had never been Elle's strong point. Plus, it was kind of fun to watch the other two squirm.

She turned to the second Claire, smirking a little at her admission. "Don't worry," She cooed in a voice that wasn't quite comforting. "We'll help you get more used to looking at stuff like this."

As far as all the sex talk went, it was a brave new world for Claire, and so she was battling between being severely disturbed by the mental image of Dean in handcuffs and being fascinated by it. Not the Dean part, but -- Well. She had some development issues when it came to all of the boy stuff, and missed out on discovering this stuff herself in high school, but that came with the GED territory. Looking past Elle, she smiled reassuringly at her other self.

"I haven't worn any of it either, but it'll be fun to try it on." And, Sam seemed really excited about the idea when Elle mentioned it, and Claire had a hell of a time saying no to his puppy eyes. Besides, having things that she could look cute in would be nice. Hiding them from her family when she went home for the summer would be less so, but she'd figure it out. Her attention shifted to Elle.

"I'm going to try and ignore the fact that you're talking about Dean anytime you mention this stuff, just so you know. He's like my brother, I don't need the mental images."

"Oh God, me either." Claire agreed, her nose wrinkling up even more. "Not your Dean, but mine is. It's hard enough knowing he and Buffy do...probably the exact same thing you and Dean do, minus the electricity." And not believing she had just said that out loud, her cheeks turned red and she found staring down at the coke in her hand to be the most interesting thing in the entire world.

"And something isn't entirely reassuring about the fact I'm going to leave here feeling comfortable around corsets and g-strings." At least she didn't have to bring anything back to school with her, explaining things to Gretchen would have been entirely awkward.

"It's way fun to try on, I promise," Elle assured them with a grin. Cute clothes and lingerie was how she had often asserted her power back when watching people at the Company. But the Claires didn't really need to know about that little detail.

"You know," She continued with a devious grin. "The more you tell me not to talk about it, the more I want to," she taunted them. "And for the record, Dean really gets a kick out of my electricity."

Which was true. They didn't need to know that, but it was true.

"And there's nothing wrong with being comfortable with your body and what you choose to put on it."

"Don't you ever worry you'll get ... " Claire chose her words carefully, "over-eager and hurt him on accident? With the electricity, I mean." She started sipping from her coke awkwardly, suddenly interested in a shop window that they were passing. Suburban family life did not encourage openness with sex topics, and here they were talking about it like the weather. Private was supposed to stay private, but Claire's curiosity was stronger than that.

"Yeah, I'm just hoping I'm actually comfortable enough to wear this stuff outside of a dressing room. I mean, putting it on and thinking it's cute in the mirror is one thing. But, in front of Sam?" She turned a dark shade of red.

Claire turned dark red just listening to Other-Her talk about wearing it in front of Sam. She couldn't even begin to imagine wearing it in front of someone at this point, her fragile little mind couldn't wrap around the idea of actually being brave enough to.

"What's the point in getting it, anyways, if it's all going to come off?" She figured there were less expensive ways to get a guy in the mood. Actually, she was praying there were, because she wasn't sure she'd ever have the guts to wear anything they were about to try out outside of the dressing room either.

She glanced up at Elle, almost amused, finding the entire situation surreal. To have Elle not only be alive, but talking sex while lingerie shopping in the company of two Claires was almost laughable. Too bad she was currently feeling too awkward and embarrassed to actually do so.

"I have better control over my sparks than that," Elle said a little defensively. After all, she had spent most of her life perfecting them. But then that confident smirk spread across her lips. "Besides, it's fun to hurt him a little. I think he even likes it."

Really, Elle could care less where they were or how appropriate it was or wasn't to be talking about these things in public. She couldn't help herself. No one had ever taught her proper social cues.

Elle didn't really understand why Claire wouldn't be comfortable showing off herself to Sam in lingerie, but she had never really been ashamed of her body. She had been using it as bait for the men in the cells at Primatech too long to have much modesty left.

She tilted her head curiously at the second Claire's question. "It can be fun to tease them before hand. Besides, there's something alluring about the presentation. It can make things more fun."

The explanation made Claire nod thoughtfully, lips pursed somewhere between mild disgust in the over-sharing of information and satisfied curiosity. Then, she started laughing to herself, chuckling around her straw. She turned to smile at the other two blondes.

"That just reminded me -- Dean, not Elle's Dean, tried to convince me to get," she scrunched her nose, shaking her head, "dominatrix gear." After a brief pause, she hurriedly said, "I told him there was no way that was going to happen. I just thought it was funny that he even felt it was worth mentioning."

Claire looked downright horrified at the mention of dominatrix gear, if only because she couldn't imagine herself in something like that. Her mouth dropped open and she slowed herself mid-motion as she was bringing her straw into her mouth to take a drink. She stared over at her other self for a long time before bursting out with laughter. Not because the idea of Other Claire dressed up was funny, just because it was so like Dean to suggest something like that.

"Thankfully, I don't think my Dean will ever suggest something like that to me. He's more inclined to beat someone up for suggesting that I do."

She glanced back over at Elle then, returning to the previous subject at hand. She was still laughing a little, which ruined the serious moment, but she really couldn't help it. "So, I should definitely at least look for something, then? I mean, I didn't think that I'd need anything like that, especially not for a first time, but maybe it'd be a good idea just to hold onto something."

"My Dean would probably like something like that though," Elle commented, grinning as she took another drink of her Slush-O. "I should ask him about that for the future. It could be fun." She was mostly just saying that because it was way too much fun to fluster the other, younger girls.

Foccusing on embaressing them definitely kept her mind off her own awkwardness.

"You should get something. Even if you don't have anyone to show it off to right now, it can be fun to have nice underwear, even just for yourself."

"Oh, that's ... that's great, Elle. I'm glad I could impart that idea onto you." Claire was a brilliant shade of red by this point, sipping her soda to the point that the annoying slurping noise was being made by the ice as she got to the bottom. It was a bad habit, but it was better than looking at Elle or Other-Claire at this point. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her embarrassment from rushing her tone.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not getting it for right away but I was thinking sometime in the future, I might ... You know." A sudden self awareness made her just stop trying to explain.

Claire laughed a little and reached over to poke at her other self's side. "I know what you mean, don't worry. I'm assuming we're both going to have sex at some point in the future. You before me, so you better get something today." Her cheeks turned red as she actually said that out loud, and she looked away from the group and at store windows. Awkward conversation was now awkward.

"Have you done the whole cheerleader thing yet, Elle? Maybe Dean would like that, I always had Deans hitting on me when they found out I was a cheerleader back in high school."

"Look at you two, being prepared for the future. It's kind of cute," Elle teased in an almost condescending tone of voice. She couldn't resist giving them a hard time about things. It was too much fun. Especially when they got so easily flustered about things.

And with the second Claire's question, she got the chance to embaress and fluster the other two girls even more! Yay! Today was shaping up to be pretty awesome after all. "No, not yet," She started out with a dramatic sigh. "Mostly because someone hasn't given me an answer about whether she's going to lend me one of her cheerleader uniforms or not. A real one would be so much better than just picking up a costume."

"It's a very important decision!" Claire complained at being called out be Elle on not providing her cheerleading uniform. So, she was sentimental -- not having to turn them in because she hadn't stayed through the end of the year at either school had been pretty nice for that fact. She wasn't entirely sure she was ready to give one of those mementos up to whatever bodily fluids would doubtlessly find their way onto it during Dean and Elle's shenanigans. Claire shuddered at the mere thought.

"I really like my Union Wells uniform, it has history for me." And, the Costa Verde uniform was blue, which just happened to be Sam's favorite color. It was truly a conflict. "It's just a tough choice, okay? I'm still thinking." Luckily for Claire, they reached the store and she stopped short at the threshold, staring up at the sign. It was definitely not somewhere she'd ever pictured herself being, lingerie shopping -- let alone with herself and Elle.

Claire was so glad to be in the store, so glad for the cheerleading portion of the conversation to be over. She didn't want to imagine Elle and Dean playing around in either the Costa Verde or Union Wells uniform, and she really didn't want to imagine herself doing the same thing with Sam. Both were like brothers to her, as were her other self and Elle, and so it was just all around creepy.

She noticed other her hesitating to go inside, and she went over to take her by the hand and drag her in. "Come on, time for us to grow up." She teased, giving out a laugh. "You don't want Elle to humiliate us more, do you?" Because she had a feeling that was going to happen if they didn't stop lurking around the outside of the store.

"Well if the Union Wells one has so much history, why not give me the other one?" Elle asked with a raised brow. It seemed pretty simple to her. "I promise I'd get it cleaned before returning it, if that's what you're worried about." She wasn't that inconsiderate.

As they got to the store, Elle couldn't help but giggle a little as one Claire tried to coax the other to go inside. They were like a couple of kids. "Take your time," She cooed, stepping around them to enter the shop. "I like having even more reason to tease you."

Begrudgingly, Claire allowed them to goad her inside, though she visibly tensed up, almost like she was afraid to brush the racks of 'clothes' -- though they were hardly serving that purpose -- as she walked through. She looked back over her shoulder to address Elle.

"I'm not sure I'd want to wear it again, even if you did get it cleaned. That would just be a little weird." She paused for a brief moment, considering this assertion. It wouldn't be that weird, as long as it was cleaned, right? She gave Elle a conflicted look, then finally nodded. "Okay, fine. I guess you can borrow it," she decided finally, sending a skittish look in the other Claire's direction that said 'please tell me I didn't just agree to that.' Distracted by trying to get this across wordlessly to her other self, she walked right into a rack of garters and knocked herself onto her butt.

Claire's eyes widened and she shook her head as other Claire gave her that look. She wasn't going to let her cheer outfits be used for kinky sex games, no matter how many times it was cleaned before it was returned to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but then other Claire plowed right into a rack of garters. Claire's jaw dropped and her eyes widened even more, and she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Smooth move." She lightly teased, and crouched down to pick up the few items that had fallen, and offer her bff a hand in getting up. "Come on, we can't let Elle have all the fun, we have to show her up a little."

She glanced back over her shoulder at Elle, offering the woman a grin. "We'll be right there. Really!"

Elle giggled as she watched one of the Claires walk into a rack of garters. They really were just lost in this place, weren't they? It was kind of endearing and more than kind of hilarious.

"Take your time," She called out, unaware of the conspiracy against her that was going on. But for now she began to go through a rack of bras, looking at the different styles and colors.

Slowly, Claire climbed back to her feet with Other-Claire's assistance, picking up a few hangers that she'd taken with her on her tumble down, putting them back on the rack after giving them a quick, confused look. She was trying to picture how to get them on and failing miserably. This entire outing was starting to feel like a bad idea. Giving a quick smile of 'I'm okay' in Elle's direction, she quickly noticed that the other blonde was too busy with bras to care, and instead looked to her other self.

"Show her up like how?" She held up one last hanger for emphasis. "Do you know how this goes on? Because, I don't. At all." Setting it back on the rack, she sighed.

She shook her head hopelessly, having no idea whatsoever how to put most of the things in the store on her body. At least not properly, she was sure she could find some creative way to put the things on. Even still, she put on her brave face and went to look around, finding it much more comfortable to look over at the brightly covered table of panties instead of any of the more intimate items that were scattered across the store.

She picked up a few pairs to buy, and headed over to join up with Elle once again. "Find anything yet?"

Elle knew how to put most of the things in the store on. But it was safe to say she had more experience in these matters than both the Claires combined. It was kind of nice. There was so much of life Elle had missed out on, it was nice to have something she knew better about for once.

She shook her head lightly at Claire's question, turning her head to look up at her. "Not yet. Guess I'll have to keep looking." She didn't want to get anything too similar to the stuff she already had or anything like that.

Claire had lagged behind a moment, disappearing behind a stand of corsets that she was sifting through. She came back with a lacy black number (http://images5.yandy.com/Products/Satin-and-Chiffon-Bustier-Set-with-Sequin-Lace.jpg) with a slight scoop neck, holding it up to herself and successfully interrupting their conversation.

"You don't think this would make my boobs look even smaller than they are, do you? I really like the lace." The goal here was not at all to actually pick out an outfit, but rather to prove that she could act like an adult about this. Hopefully the conversation would be a short 'yes' or 'no,' though, because Claire wasn't sure she could go on about it further.

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