Fake Marriage | John Price x Reader

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How did you make your every movement graceful? It never matter what tedious act you were doing, it was like a dancer taking each well practiced step for a performance. Pulling him in with each beat you moved to during your own song.

John's hand left the steering wheel to turn up the song you'd been silently singing to, a heart filled laugh escaping his chest when your hand went to your mouth as a makeshift microphone. Weaving through traffic he tried to stay focused on the road but you made it so damn difficult just by sitting there being... you.

John knew this mission would be difficult, he weighed every pro and con during the last hour of being stuck in traffic. How this could be his one and only chance, how you could reject him, how things could change for better or worse.

"Hey there old man.." his body stiffened and his breath caught when your hand brushed against his arm. "You're zoning out. Did you forget to take your memory pills or something?" You joked, a taunting grin pulling at your lips.

John's eyes rolled, even when you were trying to get under his skin you couldn't. How can you dig yourself deeper into something you're already imbedded in? "Now look here doll, this old man is your husband for the time being so maybe you should play a little nicer, hm?" He retorted, hearing the words roll of his own tongue had his heart refusing to catch up with the beat it was racing at.

The soft hue of pink that dusted your cheeks had a grin splaying across Johns features. His gaze traced the stray hair that had fell out of your messy bun, fingers instinctually reaching and pushing it back behind your ear. If only you know how tight you had him tied around your finger.

Maybe this would be his chance, his hand pulled away swallowing the dryness that had suddenly coated his throat. Pushing his door open he stepped around the vehicle opening your own door before you could even try.

"Didn't know you were such a gentleman, John." The amusement in your voice had him physically ready to fall, a simple shrug of his shoulders followed him to the back seat grabbing both of your luggage and outfits.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me darlin." He mused, trying desperately to avoid the way your tongue slipped out to wet your lips. With a nod John stepped beside you leading into the hotel.

The keycard was quickly placed in his hand as you two approached the front desk, the sound of the worker referring to you both as Price had fantasy's filling his head until reality came crashing back in.

This was fake after all.. at least for now, until he could find the courage he always lost around you to speak up. If he ever did. "Go ahead and get out your laptop, get ahold of the boys so they can give us any details we've missed." John muttered, fighting back the smile threatening to form from your wide eyes and curious fingers tracing random contours of the exquisite suit.

"I think I like you better when you're a doting husband." You mumbled the words catching his ears like a sweet symphony. "Would you like me to be your doting husband the whole trip?" He retaliated doing well to hide the silent beg hidden beneath his words.

Let be your doting husband for the rest of your life.

"I might take you up on that offer.. old man." You shot back pulling him from his inner monologue. John paused when hanging his suit and your dress taking a deep inhale through his nose. The clacking of the board beneath your fingers gave him time to calm his racing heart.

Peering over his shoulder he traced the curve of your hips as you sat. The way your shoulders slightly slouched with your back to him, too lost in your work to notice the way Johns steps silently thumped the floor until he was standing behind you.

Your head tilted, the soft gasp pushing past pouty lips as his hands landed on your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the small knots that had formed. "You can't call me old when the tension in your shoulders feels like a grannies." He teased, ignoring the sweet sound you made each time he applied pressure to the right spots.

"Touché." You mumbled through soft breaths, the static on your screen followed by Gazs voice had your eyes darting to the commotion. "It's about time you two called we've-" Gazs words got cut off when Soap chimed in "Ah com' on, she gets a massage but I get yelled out. Not fair cap'n!"

Reluctantly Johns hands fell from your shoulders along your arms until his hands were resting against the table in either side of you. His breath fanned along your neck as his chest pushed against your back. "What do you boys have?" John quickly questioned, not even daring to hide how focused he was on your pulse point through the camera.

Your eyes darted between the boys and him on the laptop unsure of the feeling that seemed to turn in your stomach. "Nothing new, party will be held downstairs of your hotel. Nice little ball room they got goin there." Gaz continued as ghost stepped behind popping Johnny on the back of his head.

"Everyone we suspect will be there. Laswell will be connected to your earpieces, if you guys sense any trouble then fuckin call her and we will be there. Got it?" Ghost bit out, causing John's body to push further into your back.

"Watch your tone son." John ground out, his thumb tapping along the wood beneath his fingers trying to ground himself to the mission ahead instead of letting his senses fog with the smell of your shampoo.

"Yes sir." Ghost mumbled giving both gaz and soap a pop on their back of their heads again for laughing before the screen went black, leaving you too in silence.

Relishing in the close proximity John stood motionless for a moment not willing to feel the physical ache he always did when pulling away.