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laniew1A short ficlet (or missing scene if you like) set between Every Good Plan… Has A First Date and Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
It was the leather pants that got the first response. Britney had licked her lips and made him spin twelve times while she got a good look at them on him.
“I already have two pairs of leather pants,” he’d argued futilely.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has A Shopping Spree – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has A Shopping Spree
It was the leather pants that got the first response. Britney had licked her lips and made him spin twelve times while she got a good look at them on him.
“I already have two pairs of leather pants,” he’d argued futilely.
“Not like these ones,” Britney winked at him. “One look at you in these and we’ll have to administer smelling salts to Justin.”
“They’re just leather,” JC twisted and turned in front of the mirror. Whatever Britney was seeing he was obviously the wrong sex to witness it.
“They’re leather that’s doing wonderful things for your ass…” Britney drew a finger along the waistband, as if she could judge the tightness just from that. “You won’t be able to wear any underwear. Maybe a thong…” she mused, her eyes glazing over as she thought.
“I have thongs already,” JC cut her off before she could name a store. With the luck that he’d had so far she’d want him to model them for her. And that would just be wrong.
“Spoilsport,” she gave a quick glance around and stuck her tongue out at him. One that he returned, ignoring that fact that it was childish and made them look an arguing couple.
“So what now?” he asked once the leather pants had been paid for (by Britney because he’d won that thousand bucks from her fair and square) and they were exiting the store.
“Shirts,” she said as she linked her fingers together with his. They were slowly getting comfortable with the handholding and the impromptu kisses. By the time Justin arrived they might actually be able to convince him that they were together.
“I have shirts.”
“Not shirts that you can wear with those,” Britney had obviously decided on their next stop, pulling him along as if he were a recalcitrant child.
“I’m pretty sure I can wear anything with those pants.”
“You need something tight, something that shows off your… attributes,” she smirked.
“I’m still pretty sure that I have plenty of shirts that do that.”
“Okay you need shirts that don’t say things like Rock Star or Porn King or something inane like that.”
“I don’t have any shirts that say Porn King.”
“Do you want one?” Britney smirked. “How about a shirt that wasn’t purchased from the women’s department then?”
“I have never in my life shopped in the women’s department,” JC said slightly miffed. “All my clothes were bought in the men’s department.”
“The gay men’s department maybe,” Britney muttered under her breath as she continued to drag him along behind her.
“I think I’m offended on the behalf of my clothing.”
“Oh stop… ooh that’s pretty,” she made a quick detour. Dropping JC’s hand as she held a cute sundress up to her. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think it’s my color,” JC grinned.
“Not for you, for me.”
“We’re shopping for you now? I didn’t think we were done with me yet… oh that’s cool,” JC’s eyes widened as he flipped through the rack.
“’I don’t shop in the women’s department’,” Britney mumbled behind him.
“Shut up, I was talking about for you,” JC held it up to her, eyes narrowing as he studied it against her slight frame.
“It is pretty,” she admitted.
“As long as you don’t make us wear matching outfits ever, we’ll take it out of the thousand.”
“That was once and Justin agreed to it.”
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It was the pink dress shirt that put Britney over the edge. Especially since she could find absolutely no proof that they were in the wrong department.
Pink shirts in the men’s department… what man other than JC wore pink in public on purpose, because she had to admit that there were the ones that had to wear it because of some laundry mishap. But they obviously didn’t buy their shirts like that.
Unlike JC who it appeared was secure enough in himself to do so.
“You are not buying them while I’m still here and breathing,” she finally announced the third time that she’d plucked them out of his hands and shoved them back on the rack.
“I won’t wear them with the leather pants I just…” JC tried to move around her and grab them again. But Britney was quick; she was a pro-shopper and boyfriend distracter and grabbed his hand firmly pulling him along behind her.
“They’re pink Jace,” she grumbled.
“I like pink…”
“You own enough pink.”
“I’ll come back and get them on my own,” he warned her.
“Then at least I won’t be here to witness it.”
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edited because I'm an idiot and posted the wrong version. :)
It was the leather pants that got the first response. Britney had licked her lips and made him spin twelve times while she got a good look at them on him.
“I already have two pairs of leather pants,” he’d argued futilely.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has A Shopping Spree – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has A Shopping Spree
It was the leather pants that got the first response. Britney had licked her lips and made him spin twelve times while she got a good look at them on him.
“I already have two pairs of leather pants,” he’d argued futilely.
“Not like these ones,” Britney winked at him. “One look at you in these and we’ll have to administer smelling salts to Justin.”
“They’re just leather,” JC twisted and turned in front of the mirror. Whatever Britney was seeing he was obviously the wrong sex to witness it.
“They’re leather that’s doing wonderful things for your ass…” Britney drew a finger along the waistband, as if she could judge the tightness just from that. “You won’t be able to wear any underwear. Maybe a thong…” she mused, her eyes glazing over as she thought.
“I have thongs already,” JC cut her off before she could name a store. With the luck that he’d had so far she’d want him to model them for her. And that would just be wrong.
“Spoilsport,” she gave a quick glance around and stuck her tongue out at him. One that he returned, ignoring that fact that it was childish and made them look an arguing couple.
“So what now?” he asked once the leather pants had been paid for (by Britney because he’d won that thousand bucks from her fair and square) and they were exiting the store.
“Shirts,” she said as she linked her fingers together with his. They were slowly getting comfortable with the handholding and the impromptu kisses. By the time Justin arrived they might actually be able to convince him that they were together.
“I have shirts.”
“Not shirts that you can wear with those,” Britney had obviously decided on their next stop, pulling him along as if he were a recalcitrant child.
“I’m pretty sure I can wear anything with those pants.”
“You need something tight, something that shows off your… attributes,” she smirked.
“I’m still pretty sure that I have plenty of shirts that do that.”
“Okay you need shirts that don’t say things like Rock Star or Porn King or something inane like that.”
“I don’t have any shirts that say Porn King.”
“Do you want one?” Britney smirked. “How about a shirt that wasn’t purchased from the women’s department then?”
“I have never in my life shopped in the women’s department,” JC said slightly miffed. “All my clothes were bought in the men’s department.”
“The gay men’s department maybe,” Britney muttered under her breath as she continued to drag him along behind her.
“I think I’m offended on the behalf of my clothing.”
“Oh stop… ooh that’s pretty,” she made a quick detour. Dropping JC’s hand as she held a cute sundress up to her. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think it’s my color,” JC grinned.
“Not for you, for me.”
“We’re shopping for you now? I didn’t think we were done with me yet… oh that’s cool,” JC’s eyes widened as he flipped through the rack.
“’I don’t shop in the women’s department’,” Britney mumbled behind him.
“Shut up, I was talking about for you,” JC held it up to her, eyes narrowing as he studied it against her slight frame.
“It is pretty,” she admitted.
“As long as you don’t make us wear matching outfits ever, we’ll take it out of the thousand.”
“That was once and Justin agreed to it.”
It was the pink dress shirt that put Britney over the edge. Especially since she could find absolutely no proof that they were in the wrong department.
Pink shirts in the men’s department… what man other than JC wore pink in public on purpose, because she had to admit that there were the ones that had to wear it because of some laundry mishap. But they obviously didn’t buy their shirts like that.
Unlike JC who it appeared was secure enough in himself to do so.
“You are not buying them while I’m still here and breathing,” she finally announced the third time that she’d plucked them out of his hands and shoved them back on the rack.
“I won’t wear them with the leather pants I just…” JC tried to move around her and grab them again. But Britney was quick; she was a pro-shopper and boyfriend distracter and grabbed his hand firmly pulling him along behind her.
“They’re pink Jace,” she grumbled.
“I like pink…”
“You own enough pink.”
“I’ll come back and get them on my own,” he warned her.
“Then at least I won’t be here to witness it.”
edited because I'm an idiot and posted the wrong version. :)