DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or Pitch Perfect *sobs*
Beca cast a concerned gaze to Jesse in the mirror. The strange old woman (whose name was Dotty- rather fitting) had quite literally stuffed Beca into a very tight dress that was definitely not appropriate for a wedding.
"I feel like a sausage." She explained poking at her sides. Beca was nowhere near big, thanks to her mother who was short and slim like Beca, but she felt triple her size in a dress that looked small enough for a child.
"Yeah… I don't think that's working."
"What am I going to do if I don't find a dress?" she huffed and sat down on the stool only to stand directly back up when she felt her stomach being cut in half by the fabric.
"I'll go see where Dotty is. Maybe I can find something more…breathable."
"And no sequins!" she called. On this, apparently unsuccessful afternoon, Beca had seen enough sequins and rhinestones to last a lifetime.
So far she had tried on twelve dresses, not one of them up to her liking. Jesse mentioned his favourite being a black dress that she put on at the start, but the neckline was a tad too revealing for a family gathering where there were likely to be a lot of old people and children present.
"I'm getting tired of black" she complained, pulling at the fabric just below her boobs that she could've sworn needed to be two inches higher than it was.
"Wow, Beca Mitchell, scary alt girl getting tired of black. Never thought I'd ever hear it!" He laughed her glare off and started to unzip the dress for her.
"Beca!" Jesse called from the other side of the velvet curtain. "I think you need to see this."
"Jesse, I swear to god if it's that black dress again I'll-"she poked her head around the curtain only in her bra and panties. "Oh my god it's beautiful." The curtain fell free from her grasp and she reached for the skirt of the dress.
"It's perfect right?" Jesse felt the urge to smirk but relaxed into a warm smile when she stared wide-eyed up at him.
"Did you find this?" He nodded and held out the hanger for her to take. She removed it from the hanger and slipped into it, letting the soft material glide over her body. She held the bodice piece as Jesse carefully zipped her up. She turned to face the full length mirror and was shocked at her reflection. She looked…well…stunning.
The dress was a rich crimson colour that complimented her dark hair and pale skin. It was strapless with a gentle sweet-heart neckline that was incredibly flattering against her petite frame but kept all of her chest inside the dress, the bodice was composed of three twists in the fabric, one making up the bust part while the others were aligned below with space between them for two small panels of red lace. The skirt was soft and flowy against her bare thighs and fell to the knee, a length she deemed appropriate for a church service.
"Wow, Beca you look…" he trailed off, speechless at his beautiful girlfriend who wore a smile that rivalled his.
"Absolutely breath-taking." Dotty had appeared beside Jesse, her cold arthritic hand rested on his forearm fondly.
"Yeah." He breathed.
Beca was not the sort of person to get emotional over anything, let alone a piece of freaking fabric, but a lump the size of Jupiter lodged itself in her throat when she saw the way Jesse was looking at her in total adoration. He'd smiled at her like that so many times but she felt as though, in this dress, she was seeing things in a different light.
His arms wrapped themselves around her tiny waist and he nestled his head into her hair, placing a kiss just below her ear.
"I love you." He murmured against her skin and she felt Jupiter grow.
"I love you too."
"We'll take it." He said to Dotty when they ended their little moment in the lavender scented changing room. She gave Jesse a small nod and pulled the curtain on the two of them.
"Look at you, being all fashionable." Jesse barely had to apply any pressure on the zipper, it obeying loyally, and she stepped out of the dress careful not to tread on the precious fabric.
"I have my moments." He took a seat on the stool and handed her jeans to her once she'd hung it on its hanger.
"Stacie's going to go crazy when she sees that. I'm going to need to lock it up so she doesn't steal the damn thing."
"I don't think you need to be worried about the dress being stolen," she raised a questioning eyebrow pulling the cotton t-shirt over her head. "I'm not leaving your side all night to be sure no one runs off with my beautiful girlfriend when I'm not looking."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry I'm not running off with anyone." His fist rose Judd Nelson style and she bit her bottom lip to conceal her laughter. "Not unless Alex Pettyfer walks through the church doors, then it's see ya Swanson."
"Is it the accent?" he questioned. She bit down on her lip harder and tied her lace painfully slow. "Because I have abs too Beca!" Picking herself up off the floor she balanced herself on his knees and entwined their fingers.
"I know you do and I love them very much." Kissing his pouting lips, she stood and admired the hanging dress once more.
"Come on lets go pay." Jesse led her over to where Dotty stood at the register, bag already prepared with an abundance of tissue paper for the dress.
"How are you paying today?" she asked, neatly folding the dress and tucking it into the bag.
"Cash." Beca replied at the exact same time Jesse said "Card." Dotty looked between the two in an intense stare down and fiddled with the already straight bow on the bag.