“Whoever the fuck told you I was wearing that was lying.” Abby tells you, her eyebrows raised as she scans over the very sparkly, very pink two piece set. Something she’d never be caught dead even looking at for herself. She thought you were joking. You in fact were not.

You’d dragged her out shopping today; going through one of your “cleansing” stages where you get rid of half your closet and go on a spree to replace it. She’s never minded it—hell, she gets a sexy fashion show out of it. Gets to watch her pretty little girlfriend parade skimpy outfits for her and oh so sweetly swipe her card after.

It’s great. Usually.

…This, though.. yeah, she’s not with it. Not in the fucking slightest.

You laugh out loud, holding it higher up for her to see and then putting it into her hands. “Please? We don’t even have to buy it!” She huffs then and puts it onto the nearest rack—a little harder than necessary.

“Baby. No. I dunno what’s gotten into you, but I’m not—no.” You look so sad afterwards. She never outwardly tells you no like that. And you really did want to see it on! Maybe… buy it after, but she doesn’t need to know all that.

You shoulders sag as you groan and give a little “okay”, turning back on your heel to continue your own shopping. Abby’s resolve barely last a few minutes before she crumbles.

“Fine. Fine, okay, I’ll wear it. Let you see it. But I’m not buying it.”

The smile you give makes her roll her eyes, all your sadness disappearing as fast as it came. Abby just sighs.