#alittleshybutsharingitanyways

[cros-s]

3h & 01:09

• ol' fake couple trope • suggestive • you x captain

"Three hours?!" you exclaimed. "Ughhh..." disappointed, you turned to him and handed him your phone to show the text.

The informant texted you that the auction has been postponed for another three hours, just when you two were about to walk out of your suite.

A week-long of waiting for this moment, just to be delayed for another three hours.

Great.

Six days ago, you two were (suspiciously) assigned by the Wizard King to retrieve a cursed artefact – a pair of wedding rings – that has been stolen from a certain domain.

According to the brief he gave, the domain was a grave of a couple who used to lead an ancient town that used to be a part of the Grand Magic Zone. To stabilize the area, they had sacrificed themselves and these rings were the final seal to completely lock everything, but now that they were stolen, the domain is now leaking currents of mana that's causing its surroundings to be unstable.

To successfully and peacefully retrieve the said artifact, the two of you has to join the auction, pretending as a couple from the noble capital and for some reason, the Wizard King had managed to convince you two to be the perfect pair for this mission.

At first you tried to reason out, as it would not be healthy for your already pining self, as you have no prior experience working with another captain, but he has his way of convincing you, and now you are here.

You sighed and kicked your floor length dress that's been hugging your body for the past hour, your thigh sticking out of the slit as you walked towards the mini bar inside your suite to pour yourself a shot of alcohol.

His eyebrows arched lightly as he reads the entire text and absentmindedly followed you behind. "I just hope that the small trouble being mentioned here isn't going to interfere with the mission at hand." He said softly before grabbing your wrist just when you're about to down your drink, which he quickly stole from you, and replacing the glass with your phone. "No drinking before the mission" he said, his eyes showed a hint of amusement that betrays his stern tone.

"Just one shot, Captain serious. What are we even supposed to do for another three hours?" You retorted.

Setting the glass aside, he stood in front of the mirrored column beside the minibar, adjusting his necktie for the nth time already. "Make sure things are perfect." He answered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, looking him up and down in his tailored suit, noticing how it accentuated his features and the color of his eyes and... stop.

You shook your head lightly and cleared your throat softly "like... like how you've been checking your tie for a hundredth time already?"

"Well... I admit, I'm not particularly confident with how I did it." He answered and faced you "So what do you think?"

You gave him an amused look before eyeing his tie as if studying it closely, then you stepped forward and reached for it "You're right, it's a little crooked". You chuckled and began loosening the knot, pretending to fix the thing, which he notices right away "You're messing with me"

"Mmm, maybe. We have time anyway" you laughed lightly and proceeded to fix the tie around his neck differently. He sighed and shook his head lightly. "You're insufferable" he said, as he pinch the bridge of his pink-tinged nose.

That made you let out a soft laugh as you finished the Eldredge knot. "How about mine? Does my preparation pass your standard of perfection?" You asked while turning around slowly, giving him time to check.

He looked away with a sigh while lightly scratching the tip of his reddening earlobe. He has already checked you out earlier, maybe more than he should, but that was for quality assurance purposes, or so he told himself.

He knows though, for the past six days you've been doing it –teasing him–and two can play the game. "Almost." He answered, his tone drips with mock skepticism.

Your eyebrows furrowed in amusement "almost?" You asked, head tilting slightly to the side.

"Too red" he smirked, but with a flutter of instant regret inside his chest, he breathed in and continued "Too bold, you'll most likely attract attention than avoid it" wanting to defend his first statement, but somehow, he felt it didn't really save him.

You let out an amused huff "Are you talking about my lips?" You asked, with an eyebrow raised at him.

"What else?" He answered. It's not like he could back out from that anymore.

"Well... yours are too pale..." you trailed, a glint of mischief playing in your eyes "wanna fix that?"

Damn.

For six days, it's been getting worse. This play pretend had started awkward for the first... was it two days? No one remembers, because after that, everything else had been convincing – too convincing.

Somewhere between the shared meals, stolen glances, and playful teasing, the lines had blurred. He knew it. You knew it. Yet, neither of you had dared to address it.

And then this.

Too much.

You stepped forward, smirking. Leaning closer, slowly, just to tease him, you thought. You could see the way his pupils dilate as he kept his stance. And you find that amusing.

He kept his ground and his sharp gaze on you. His jaw tensing as he struggled to keep his restraint, but as nanoseconds tick away, so was his resolve, still you didn't stop.

You leaned closer, your breath passing through his nostrils, and unbeknownst to you, that intoxicated him.

You stopped, expecting him to back away but before you knew it, he had already closed the gap. His lips pressing against yours firmly, while his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as though he had been holding back for too long.

It was supposed to be a quick one, but you responded, and... restraint crumbled. You slid your hand on his chest and fiercely clutched onto his collar as you pulled him closer. His hand digging on your sides as if making sure you've nowhere to go, but to where he's taking you.

Your back hit the edge of the minibar, and you softly bit on his lips, making him grunt softly. He pulled away, just a little, to continue his ministrations onto your neck, latching hungrily as if he had already lost it.

You gasped as the waves of euphoria started to cloud your mind, fingers tangling his hair, your scent filling his nostrils.

His hands roamed lower, causing an eruption of goosebumps and then a thought revisited. Was it you who asked this? 'What are we even supposed to do for another three hours?' and it made you chuckle in the midst of the sensation.

"Ticklish?" He asked, his voice raspy and thick with desire.

"Mmm-hmm" you hummed, nodding slightly with your eyes closed, not wanting to explain things further.

"I guess three hours won't be that long"

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