Fake Marriage | John Price x Reader

Mine

Black suits and flashy dresses brushed passed your bodies, the clinking of flutes and soft chatter of obscure things mingled. The large chandelier above didn't compare to the sky window surrounding it displaying the perfect view for you of the stars above.

Not the perfect view for John though, his was the way your body weaved, the tail of your dress following your heels. The confidence that radiated off your body when every head shot in your direction, his heart plummeted to his stomach when he caught glimpse of your hand.

Quickly his hand wrapped around your wrist twisting your body into his as he leaned back against the bar. "What're you doing?" You hissed, the irritation in your voice making his chest swell with satisfaction. Using his free hand he reached into his pocket pulling the slim diamond incrusted band between his fingers.

"You forgot your ring darlin'." John cooed against your ear, the ring glided over your finger. Your thumb traced over the shape trying to familiarize the feeling, with a slow deliberate motion he raised your palm to his mouth allowing you to catch glimpse of the shimmer.

The scratch of his stubble brushed against your hand as he pulled away. "What about yours?" You mocked narrowing your eyes. "Oh love, I'd never forget such a thing." The back of his hand brushed against your cheekbone, letting you feel the cold metal slide against your heated skin.

You playfully rolled your eyes when laswells voice came through a lot smoother this time. "Naturals. Absolutely beautiful. Great show.." she started sarcastically, "Now can you two actually do what you were sent to do?" John's jaw ticked from the words, of course he was sent out with you for the mission but something nagged at his brain making him feel as if he was sent to this world for you.

"Go mingle. I'll get us drinks love." John muttered, shifting his hand to your hip and giving it a playful nudge. "I can get my own drink." Your nose tilted up with a playful pull at the corner of your lips.

He watched as you gracefully turned, pulling a flute between your fingers from one of the nearby trays. Each step graceful even in the heels that were too high for most women to wear.

"She's gonna be the death of ya John." Laswells laugh caused Johns own breathless laugh, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb to conceal how words "I sure hope so."

John turned his attention to the bar, finding place beside one of the very out of place men. The longer the conversation went on the more antsy he became. Of course he was getting basically any and all information he needed from the loose tongued fool, yet his body yearned to be close to yours.

Bringing the slim brimmed glass to his lips he nodded in acknowledgment to the words that were so freely flowing. John couldn't help but glance around, catching glimpse of your body so casually leaned against the wall. Your hand delicately brushing down the man's arm in front of you as pearly whites flashed with your laugh.

She's not yours. Fake marriage. Don't...

John's thoughts cut off when the man's hand curled around your waist guiding you to the dance floor. He quickly set his glass on the bar and just like a gods sent Laswells voice came back through. "Nice work. We have what we need."

John didn't need to hear anymore than that before his frame was parting bodies, not caring of the aggravated groans and shocked gasps as he was only focused on his destination.

The closer he got the further away you felt. Your curls flowing with each twirl of your body, your hips swaying with the rhythm of the song, your hands on a body that wasn't his. 

John's body stiffened as he stepped behind the man's body, each muscle twitching to go back towards a more primal route of beating the living shit out him for touching what was his. Going for the alternate, John's hand rested along the man's shoulder giving a warning squeeze.

"Thanks for keeping my wife company but I think I've got it from here." John could care less about the intense glare you were burning into the side of his head, reluctantly John shot a charming grin at the man as he apologized and stepped away.

A wave of satisfaction rolled over johns skin, quickly followed by irritation when your body tensed under his hands curling around your waist. "The hell was that about?" You hissed, causing johns eyes to roll until he was pressing his chest flush with yours. Subtly taking steps that forced yours to follow, instinctually your arms curled around the back of his neck.

"I'll ask you a simple question doll. Who are you here with?" John questioned as he tilted his head down enough for his breath to brush against the length of your neck. "You?" His hands dropped lower to your hips as the beat carried you across the floor in perfect rhythm.

"Who's room are you sharing?" Johns voice turned to a husky whisper as nose brushed against the shell of your ear. "Yours." He could tell your teeth were clenched from how dismissive your response was.

"Who's ring are you wearing?" He prodded, fingers squeezing into the soft silk until he could feel the indentions sink into your skin. "Yours, but-" John cut off your words when his hand quickly shifted to your lower back, dipping your body until you two were nose to nose.

"But?" His breath faltered when he watched your hair fall from your face and drape towards the floor, your lips parted looking so inviting. "I'm not yours." You breathed out breaking John from the trance you always held him in.

He couldn't help the way his jaw ticked from the words alone, physically displaying the way his body physically wanted to reject the statement. Bringing your body back up, all words he constantly yearned to say stuck to the roof of his mouth.

John's hands ran through his hair, pushing it back as the clacking of your heels faded across the room. "Maybe you should-" Laswell words cut off when John discreetly pressed the button in his ear.