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* possessive behavior and smut *
You could feel Diane's eyes making holes in the back of your head from her position across the room where she was getting drinks for the two of you.
You were at your job's annual Christmas party, and you brought Diane as your plus one. Diane had left you alone while she went over to the refreshments table, grabbing both of you drinks. You were talking to one of your coworkers, Henry, about his plans with his family for the holiday. You leaned against the wall, Henry flashing a smile at you as he talked about his mom's apple pie.
Henry made a joke, and you threw your head back laughing, your hand coming out to swat at his arm playfully. You suddenly felt a warmth behind you.
"They didn't have white, so I got you red, honey," Diane spoke as she handed you a wine glass. Her empty hand wrapped around your waist, fingers resting casually against the fabric of your dress as she took a sip of her drink. "And who are you?"
You sputtered on your drink and whipped your head to face Diane. "Diane!" Her lips turned into a smirk as she took another sip of the wine.
"I'm sorry, Henry. My girlfriend can be a bit much." You politely smiled at him.
"No worries, Y/N." Henry chuckled. "I'm Henry, and you must be the Diane."
Diane's eyes widened, her gaze darting between you and Henry. "'The Diane?' Am I often the topic of conversation?"
Your face turned crimson as Henry carried on the conversation. It was true that you talked about Diane constantly at work, your close friends at work enamored with your relationship. Henry went on and on, recalling how you gushed about the redhead each morning while at your desk.
"Even as her work husband, she's all you talk about at work," Henry added, laughing to himself.
You felt Diane still behind you, her fingernails digging into your dress. "Work husband?" Her voice had an edge to it, turning to face you.
"It's just a joke between us." You responded, laughing at the end of the sentence and looking up at Diane with pleading eyes. Pleading eyes that begged Diane not to stir up a scene here in front of your coworkers and supervisors. The redhead raised her eyebrows and nodded, a tight-lipped smile on her face.
You almost forgot about Henry until he cleared his throat, both of your gazes snapping back to him. A blush formed on your cheeks, and the three of you drifted into another conversation, Diane's nails continuing to dig into your waist, the reminder that the two of you had a long evening ahead.
