Note: Came across an old French textbook which inspired a quickly written fluffy 482 word drabble.

French Kisses

"Jem apple Jacob."

Bella tried not to laugh. They were sprawled on the living room floor. She turned her French book toward her to see what Jacob was trying to read.

"That's je m'appelle Jacob."

"What does that mean?"

"You're telling me your name. You're saying, 'I am Jacob.'"

"Hmmm." Jacob wrinkled his nose, disgruntled, as he tried another one.

"Bawn… sawyer."

She giggled. "That's bonsoir. It means 'good evening'."

"This is stupid, Bella. Why don't you take Spanish? They don't talk all weird with spellings that aren't pronounced at all how they look. And they sound like they have allergies the way they talk all nasally."

He shut Bella's French book he'd been trying to help her with. "I don't like French."

"Well, you'll like it when we go together one day and see the Eiffel Tower and drink champagne on the Champs-Elysees, and take a boat ride down the River Seine," she teased.

"We're going to go to France one day?" Jacob perked up considerably and re-opened Bella's textbook.

"Mmm," she played along. "We could go to Paris."

"Isn't that the city of lovers?" He cocked one eyebrow, intrigued.

Bella briefly shook her head before she lowered it, her cheeks turning red. "I don't know about that," she mumbled, knowing perfectly well that it was.

"Here," she told him, pointing to the page. "This is an important word you should know when we go. Say 'please'."

"That's not 'please'. It can't be - that's three words, Bells."

"It's please, trust me."

"Sill… voos… plate."

Bella let loose a peal of giggles.

"I'm not gonna do this if you're gonna make fun of me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right, Jacob. That's not nice. It's s'il vous plait. Say it."

"S'il vous plait."

"Good. See, you've got it."

"How do you say 'kiss'?"


"Why do you want to know that?"

"Just curious," he shrugged.

"Ummm, I think it's uh, I think you say 'embrasse'."


"Mmm-hmmm." Bella turned the book back toward her and began to leaf through it as if she were looking for something.

"Bella?" Jacob said casually, pencil poised over his own English homework. "Embrasse? S'il vous plait?"


"Did I say something? Did that actually mean something?"

"You said," her voice dropped to a whisper. "Kiss, please."

She dropped her pencil in her nervousness, and Jacob hid a grin.

"Now if we were in Paris right now, how would you answer me?"

"Er, ah, oui?"

"Er-ah -we? What does that mean?"

"No," she couldn't help but snicker. "Just, oui."

"That's… yes?"

"Mmm," Bella dropped her head again, nodding slightly.

She looked up just as Jacob leaned toward her. His lips touched hers in a very brief kiss. He pulled back and resumed his homework as if nothing had happened.

Bella looked over in astonishment as she heard Jacob's whispered sigh.


Bella had to agree.


A/N: I'm very confused about the word used for "kiss". I originally used the word "baiser". Something told me to google it and was told that if Jacob had used that term, Bella probably would have slapped him, as 'baiser' means 'to f**k'! So I googled on, and changed baiser to embrasse, as this little fluff drabble was never meant to contain a lemon. I did not get very good grades in French, so forgive me if I have massacred the language interpretations - I wrote this in 20 minutes and on a whim.