Hello! This was originally posted on ao3 under the same title and username, and I thought I'd post it here, as well as a few other one-shots I've written. Hope you enjoy!

Finally finding the book she was looking for, Giselle rounded the corner, intent on finding her way back to Robert. She quickly froze, however, when she spotted him, and her smile fell.

There was a woman beside him, far too close for Giselle's comfort, and they appeared to be talking. Or rather, she appeared to be talking, while Robert quietly nodded along. She knew him well enough to know that his smile was fake, that he truly did not want to be talking with this stranger. And, ordinarily, seeing him stuck in a conversation like this would make her laugh, but something about the particular scene in front of her only seemed to… frustrate her.

A strange feeling began bubbling in her stomach, and her cheeks grew warmer when the woman laughed at something Robert said. Giselle watched as she pushed his shoulder playfully, and her heart began to thump a little harder when she saw her fingertips dance across his forearm.

Noticing him awkwardly shove his hands into his pockets, Giselle gripped the book in her arms, and made her way towards them, trying not to growl when she heard the woman laugh again.

"Hi." Giselle wrapped her fingers around his bicep, and Robert turned, a genuine smile forming on his face.

"Hey." He instinctively leaned closer, resting a hand on her hip. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes." Realizing she was still holding the book rather tight, she took a breath, and forced herself to relax. "I am ready to go home now."

"Okay."

Robert gave her a questioning look, then nodded to the woman he'd been conversing with, smiling politely. Pressing her palm against his, Giselle linked their fingers together, and pulled his arm a bit rougher than intended as she began dragging him down the aisle. He laughed quietly behind her, and she fought the urge to sigh, trying her best to ignore it.

"Why are we running?"

"We're not." Robert squeezed her hand in response, and she slowed her pace, hoping she appeared nonchalant. "I just want to go home."

"I thought you wanted to stop by that other fabric store first."

"I did. But I do not anymore."

"Are you sure? We—" Giselle stopped abruptly, causing Robert to nearly bump into her, and turned, her eyes locking onto the sleeves of his shirt. Slowly, she began rolling one of them down, much to his confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Rolling these down."

"I can see that. Why?" She ignored him, and successfully rolled the other one down with a satisfied grin. Taking his hand again, Giselle tried to start walking, but he refused to follow, a quiet huff escaping his lips. "Why'd you do that?"

"I—" She shrugged, then gestured to his shirt. "This shirt just looks much nicer with the sleeves rolled down; don't you think?"

"It's hot." Pulling out of her grasp, he began rolling the sleeve back up, and Giselle bit back another growl. Reaching over, she tried to grab the material, and he huffed again. "Giselle, I'm hot."

"It looks nicer—"

"Stop it." Robert stepped back; his brows furrowed. "Why are you acting weird?"

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are." He finished rolling one sleeve up, and began working on the other, which only frustrated her more. "What's the problem? You haven't had an issue with my shirt all day, why is it—"

"There is no problem. I told you, that shirt simply looks nicer with the sleeves rolled down." Giselle could feel her cheeks growing warm from both embarrassment and irritation, and tried once again to reach for his arms.

"And I told you," Robert took another step back, a frown forming on his face. "I'm hot. And until you tell me what's bothering you—"

"Nothing is bothering me."

"I'm keeping them rolled up."

Clenching her jaw, Giselle nodded, and threw her arms up dramatically. "Fine!"

Spinning back around, she began walking away from him, and could feel her heart starting to beat faster. Hearing a sigh from behind her, she tried to quicken her pace, but a hand wrapped gently around her wrist, bringing her to a stop.

"Giselle." Robert's voice was soft, and she sighed, feeling the tension finally start to leave her body. "Can you please tell me what the problem is."

"I am fine."

"You're clearly upset." Stepping closer, he took her other hand, and turned her around, trying to get her to look at him. "Will you please just tell me what I did to make you so mad."

"You have not made me mad." Giselle mumbled, tugging awkwardly on the material of her shorts. "No one has made me mad."

"Did something happen in that other aisle?"

Robert's thumb brushed against her inner wrist, and she took a breath, feeling her eyes start to burn.

Jealousy was a relatively new feeling for her, and one she decided early on she really did not enjoy. There was no reason for her to feel this strongly about the way that woman was looking at him or touching him. He was incredibly handsome, and charming, and it wasn't uncommon for people to stare. And, despite the attention he received, she knew just how much he loved her, that he only ever had eyes for her.

Still, the feeling wouldn't go away, and all Giselle wanted to do was push Robert up against one of the nearby bookshelves, and have her way with him until she forgot all about it.

"You're obviously upset about something I did, but I don't know what it is, which means I can't fix anything unless you talk to me, Giselle." Robert's words broke her thoughts, and she sighed, shaking her head. "Just tell me, please. I want to fix whatever I did."

"I told you, it is nothing you've done."

"Then what are you upset about? What happened?"

Swallowing, she looked down at the book still tucked under her arms, and turned it over, hoping the words on the back might help distract her. He squeezed her wrist gently, and she shook her head again, embarrassment washing over her.

"Is there… something wrong with my shirt?"

"No. I told you this morning you look very handsome in it." Giselle watched as he carefully pulled the book out of her hand and placed it on the shelf beside them. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "It's— It's silly, and I don't want to tell you."

"If it's upsetting you this much, it's not silly."

"You are going to laugh at me."

"No, I—"

"I know you, Robert." Giselle finally met his gaze, and felt the corner of her lips quirk up, despite still feeling frustrated with herself. "You will start smirking, and it will irritate me."

As if on cue, a smirk started to form on his lips, and she tried her best not to groan. "Were my arms tempting you again?"

"No!" She pushed his chest, a quiet chuckle escaping her throat. "They do not always tempt me, believe it or not."

"I don't believe that." Robert's smile grew when she laughed again, and he stepped closer, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I won't laugh, I promise."

"Or smirk?"

"Or smirk. I'll just stare at you. No expression." Giselle's eyes narrowed as they looked at one another, and he slowly raised his other hand, holding out his pinky. "I promise, I'm not going to laugh or smirk."

Sighing heavily, she linked her finger with his, and felt more embarrassment crash over her.

"I was jealous." She mumbled, averting her gaze.

Robert was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed with confusion. "Jealous of… what?"

"That woman."

Turning, he looked around the empty aisle. "What woman?"

"The one you were just talking to!"

"I—" Robert turned to face her again, his head tilting slightly, and a blush spread across Giselle's cheeks. "Giselle, you're the only woman I've talked to today."

Whining, she ran her fingers through her hair.

"When I came around the corner, you were talking to a woman. Or rather, she was talking to you. And she kept— She was touching your arm, that one specifically. And she pushed you, the way I always do, and I did not like it." Giselle refused to look at him, knowing there was a smile growing on his face, and crossed her arms. "It is silly. I know it is silly, so you do not need to tell me it is. That woman meant no harm, she does not know you are my true love, but I am still bothered by it, so I was rolling your sleeves down in hopes that she would not be able look at your arms again."

Robert didn't respond, and she took another deep breath, gripping her biceps tighter.

"So, there. Now you know. I really do not like feeling this way, so, if you don't mind, I would really like for us to go home so we can kiss, and I can forget all about this."

"You were… jealous?" There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, and Giselle groaned, pressing her hands over her face.

"You promised you would not laugh!"

"I'm not laughing."

"Yes, you are." She pushed his shoulder, and tried to walk away, but he grabbed her hand again, pulling her closer.

"I'm not laughing, I promise I'm not." Giselle instinctively leaned into him as his arms wrapped around her, and buried her face against his chest, knowing there was a smirk on his lips. "I can't believe you're jealous."

She could hear the smile in his voice, and sighed dramatically, shaking her head.

"This is why I did not want to tell you."

"I'm sorry." Robert cleared his throat, though it did nothing to mask the laugh that came out, and she let out a whine, pinching his side. "I'm sorry. I've just never seen you jealous before, so this is a pretty interesting discovery."

"I should not be feeling this way. She had no ill intent."

"Well, ill intentions or not, you're allowed to be jealous. It's a normal, human emotion."

"I do not like it."

"Jealousy isn't bad, Giselle. You're allowed to be upset she… touched my arm." More laughter escaped his lips, and she sighed again, feeling him hug her tighter. "I'm sorry, I'm trying really hard not to laugh."

"I do not believe you." Giselle grumbled, pressing her face against his neck. "I think you are taking far too much pleasure in this, actually. Another reason I did not want to tell you."

"No, no. I'm— There's nothing funny about it." Robert cleared his throat again, a grin still plastered on his face. "In fact, I think your solution, hiding my arms, was a pretty smart move. I'm sure my exposed wrists are what really had her interested."

"Oh. Hush!" Grabbing his hips, she tried move out of his embrace, but his hold only tightened.

Kissing the top of her head, his smile softened. "I really love you; you know that?"

"I do. And I love you." Giselle gave him a quick squeeze before pulling away, and lightly trailed her fingertips across his forearm. "Will you please roll them down?"

"Giselle—"

"Please?"

"I'm hot." Robert whined, and she nodded, grabbing the material.

"I know. That is precisely why you must roll them down." He tried pushing her hand away, but she swatted his wrist with a grin. "Just until we leave! You can roll them back up once we are outside, I promise."

"You're ridiculous." Cupping her cheeks, Robert brought their lips together softly. "You are the only one this obsessed with my arms, Giselle."

"That is not true."

"Yes, it—"

"Just," Huffing, Giselle grabbed the sleeve again, and yanked it down dramatically. "Roll them down! And keep them down, or I will bite you."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

Blinking, she pondered his question for a moment, then slid her arms back around him, and placed her hands on his butt, pulling him closer.

"Both."

Thanks so much reading, and I hope you enjoyed! You can find me on tumblr (roberrtphilip) or ao3 (vantrisha) !
- Emmett