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⇨ when you found out about rdj's costume party, you already had the perfect costume in mind. and, lucky for you, you'd bought it ages ago as a little surprise for your sorta-boyfriend-but-not-really, chris.
⇨ your relationship with him was odd, to say the least. you weren't exactly friends with benefits, and the two of you were wholly committed to each other. but there was no label. nothing that made your relationship distinct.
⇨ both of you knew that making your relationship official would make things complicated. you both were household names and your lives were analyzed under microscopes.
⇨ the second that you made it official, you knew that someone was going to find out and it would suddenly be everyone's business. honestly, it was almost amazing that there was no suspicion that the two of you were anything more than friends.
⇨ but, still, you wanted to be his girlfriend. you wanted to have a life with him, even if it meant that people would constantly be speculating about it. and, sometimes, you felt like chris felt the same way, even if he wouldn't say it out loud.
⇨ enter the costume party.
⇨ it was the perfect opportunity to test his boundaries in a relatively harmless way.
⇨ so you shimmied on that sparkly red dress with the plunging neckline, did your makeup just like jessica rabbit, and added the finishing touches with all of the little accessories.
⇨ chris was going to fall head over heels for you when he saw you. you just knew it.
⇨ you arrived at the party before he did and began mingling with the other guests, saying hi to your fellow castmates before going to get yourself a drink.
⇨ as you sipped on a margarita, you felt a presence beside you and turned to see Sebastian.
⇨ "you're gonna kill him, you know," he chuckled, giving you a once over.
⇨ "oh, i have no idea what you're talking about," you said innocently.
⇨ "i don't believe that for a second. everyone knows that chris is crazy for you."
⇨ "is it that obvious?" you asked, trying to hide the hints of insecurity. as confident as you were, you still worried that chris might not like you as much as you liked him, that he was just biding his time until he found the perfect girl.
⇨ he reached over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "he's fucking crazy for you, y/n. he'd do anything for you. you should never doubt that."
⇨ "you're damn right i will. so you better get your hands off her."
⇨ chris's voice could cut through ice. you whipped your head around, seeing him dressed in a white toga complete with sandals, a sword, and a fake chest plate.
⇨ sebastian raised his hands, backing away slowly as if to mock chris. "relax, man, wasn't trying to make a move on your girl."
⇨ "good, 'cause you wouldn't know how to take care of her anyways."
⇨ before you could even begin to protest, he was taking sebastian's place in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you in for a kiss.
⇨ "he was right, though. you are driving me crazy in that dress, pretty girl."
⇨ you ran your fingers through his hair. "yeah? and what're you gonna do about it, hercules? gonna make me yours?"
⇨ "you're already mine," he said, leaning down and brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. "but if it matters so much, i'll make you mine. i'll make you forget any other man even fucking exists."
⇨ you smirked, pulling his head back so you could press a kiss to his lips. "then meet me in the bathroom upstairs in five minutes."
⇨ "oh?"
⇨ "yeah, gonna need a little...sword practice," you teased, glancing down at his growing erection. "you think you're up for it?"
