Oneshots

|| Dancing in the Rain ||

October, 1952

God, I hate this!

Jack squirmed again, and received a chiding remark from Jackie.

"Jack, please. I know this isn't your favorite thing to do, but you need to get this done."

"Jackie," Jack let out a frustrated huff of annoyance. "I have plenty of suits. I don't need to buy another one."

"You have lots of suits," Jackie agreed, and Jack smirked, and began to say,

'What did I tell-" before Jack could finish, Jackie covered his mouth with her hand.

"You just don't have any suits that fit." Jack rolled his eyes, frustrated by her affirmations.

"Listen. You have plenty of suits. I know that. Now, I'm just going to get you some that fit."

Jackie paused for half a second, as she stepped back to observe Jack's appearance. The suit seemed to fit his body nicely. Jack watched as Jackie put her finger to her lips, and looked at him in concentration.

Jackie soon began to circle around his body slowly, and Jack could feel Jackie occasionally pull at the fabric if it was bunched up, or seemed to not fit appropriately.

Jackie came back to face Jack, and she let her hands rest on his chest, and slightly adjusted his tie.

Jackie giggled. "In your closet, you have suits that swallow you in its fabrics, and others look too tight and uncomfortable. I want you to look your best."

Jack rolled his eyes, but he didn't complain. He knew that Jackie only had his best interests at heart. The race to the Senate was getting closer. The elections were in November, and it was nearing the end of October.

Ever since Jack had raided his closet back in August when he was sick, and without his permission. She had become obsessed with finding the right clothes for him.

As the campaign had drawn closer, Jackie had done some poking around in various shops and tailors. With about only two weeks left to go, Jackie had come in and swooped Jack away to New York for the weekend.

Although Jack had protested, saying that he was missing ample campaign time, that didn't help the matter.

"I want for you to look your best. Your image is part of your campaign. I need to have you with me to see if things will fit."

Jackie's voice rang back in his head. No matter how much he tried to fight Jackie, she always won.

Since they were in New York, Jack was staying in his own suite paid for by his father in the Carlyle Hotel, and Jacqueline with her father. Jack had offered to Jackie several times for her to stay with him, but Jackie refused. She knew that her father wanted to be around with her, and this was the closest time that they could be together. However, Jackie and Jack still spent plenty of time together.

"Jack, come look at yourself." Jackie's soft voice cut through his thoughts.

"Hmm?" Jack asked, and Jackie giggled in response, and grabbed his hand.

"I said, come look at yourself silly. I want for you to see how you look."

Jack nodded, and let Jackie guide him to a full-length mirror, and Jack had to admit, he was pretty impressed with the work that Jackie had done in picking something out for him.

"Oh, Jackie." Jack was surprised on how good he looked. He found that his body filled the suit out nicely, where the shoulder pads rested where they belonged, instead of them hanging off the sides and giving him a more baggy appearance. Again, Jack found that his suit jacket fit his nicely, and the material wasn't popping off of him either, and when he had buttoned the jacket, he found that he wasn't forcing it to clasp.