"Pick?" Cooper said. "What am I gonna ... oh." He had been too distracted by watching Sarah's expression change from sweet to devilish to notice where they were going. It was only when he looked up and saw the racks spread out like a farm field of satin and silk that it sank in.<br/><br/>"Oh, my, my..." He let out a long, soft breath and scanned the store. If there was one rule he had always thought absolute, it was that you should never buy lingerie for a girl - you were bound to pick out something that was too obviously nothing like her taste, and it was more like a present for yourself anyway. But then it was Sarah who had suggested it, wasn't it? He gave her his own small, wicked smile. "All right then. But I'll want to see them on you, of course."<br/><br/>Now, where to start? Not the "enhancing" stuff, that was for sure. Sarah's spectacular bust didn't need any help, thanks very much. No, what this called for was a color that suited her sunflower hair and blue sky eyes, and a cut that showed off her assets. Coop wandered through the forest of unmentionables until a set caught his eye. Black - so much for his little color theory - but with a suggestion of pattern in the fabric, almost a damask. He lifted one bra cup and turned it this way and that, watching the play of light across it, imagining it filled out with Sarah's curves.<br/><br/>"Let's try this," he said, then looked back to the bra. "Um ... I ... sorry, Sarah, I don't understand these sizes. Is this yours?"