~A/N Blame it on the ladies on Tricky Raven for starting up conversations about hot Quileutes in kilts. Not sure how that would ever really happen, but here's what I came up with. Enjoy!

Title: Exposed

Pairing: Jacob/Bella, Paul, Quil

Genre: Humor/Romance

Rating: T for flashing and language

Word count: 500

Prompt: "It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear." - Damon Suede

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Exposed

I wouldn't do this for anyone else, but Charlie was worth the sacrifice. The town was about to witness a huge celebration in the form of a parade. Small town cop turned national hero. He was credited for busting up a notorious drug ring. The accommodations were handed out in DC the week before.

It was a long story how Paul, Quil and I got on the force. Once the secret was out when Bella left the leech at the altar, he thought it made sense. Charlie wanted to utilize our abilities to clean up Clallam county. We'd done our best over the years. It was good to see him get the recognition he deserved. We all thought we'd watch from the sidelines like everyone else, but the special detail from Seattle had an outbreak of foodborne illness. They were short three guys. The leader said all we had to do was march. He handed us the uniform.

Paul held up the plaid fabric. "What the hell is this? A dress? I'm not wearing a dress."

I used my alpha voice, "You damn well will. We want this to be nice for Charlie, besides he told me a true Scotsman goes commando. That's what makes it a kilt."

I was naive at the time Bella came to her senses...certain it meant she was choosing me, but she left for school soon after the canceled nuptials. I need to find myself, Jacob, but I'll come back when we've both had a chance to grow up. I missed her so much.

We were about ready to get started when I felt a sudden draft.

"Dammit, perv why are you looking?"

"I was making sure, bro."

Paul snickered, "Quil just showed your ass to that entire group."

I turned around to see if anyone noticed and that's when I spotted her. She was there, back in Forks, no doubt to support her father, but part of me hoped for other things too.

Bella approached looking slightly embarrassed. She'd seen.

"Hey boys, this is the last thing I expected."

"What...us wearing dresses? Quil flashed her his backside, "not dresses, kilts."

She covered her eyes, but whispered to Jake. "Yours is better."

"Hey, that's offensive."

"Not as offensive as your bare ass, get out of here Quil. Wanna see mine to make the final comparison?" Paul inquired. I shoved him off along with the other idiot.

"Sorry about all that. Comere, honey." I lifted her up and spun her around like old times.

We expressed a few sentiments. I asked if she was going to the private celebration later.

"Yes, of course."

"Then it's a date...you and me can catch up."

"Only if you promise to wear this Black. I'm liking this look on you."

I told her it was a loner, so no luck. "I'll still be commando in case you're wondering."

She bit her lip, but lowered her voice and made it so sexy. "Good to know...tonight should be epic."

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And it was.

~Thanks so much for reading.