Author's Note: I wrote this for a little drabble meme thing over on tumblr today, so I thought I'd update my drabble collection with it!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Except for this plot.
prompt: no angst!
rating: t
"Seriously Bells, this is the seventh store we've been in. You still haven't found anything to wear to Jessica's wedding?" Jacob complains as Bella skims a rack of clothing for the umpteenth time that day, a look of clear impatience evident on his face.
Jacob Black did not like shopping.
She shoots him a look. "It's not my fault she's making all the guests of each party wear a specific color. None of the stores have even had anything remotely close to what she wants." Bella picks through the rack and frowns dejectedly.
"Hey, here's an idea. Let's not go to the wedding, send Jessica and her new Ken doll a card instead, and then we can spend the whole evening doing what we want." He raises his eyebrows and smirks suggestively.
Bella smacks his arm (hurting herself more than Jacob). "We are not skipping the wedding. I promised her I'd be there. But," - her tone turned playful and quiet - "I will buy something to wear after the wedding reception. I'll even try it on for you." She winks and trails her finger along his bicep as she leaves him speechless (literally) in the women's department and heads off towards the lingerie.
After they leave the store thirty minutes later with a yellow sundress and two lacy bustiers with matching garters, Jacob Black thinks that he just might like shopping after all.