Blood & Marriage🩸Feyd Rautha x f! Reader

Date Night, Spice Dens and Dancing, part 3

aight MY BEAUTIES, i wrote this hard, (no breaks just keyboard) and wet,..n-no not wet, just...i had wet hair and had just done a night shift sooo, sorrry BEAUTIFULS for any sloppy spell checks and maybe a dialogue contradiction or some such. TY. ILY. may we see glimpsed of Feyd in Messiah. 

The meal had been nice.

Actually very pleasant.

You'd found a dish suitable for you, pasta like, SLATHERED IN REAL CHEESE AND SPICY HERBS WITH GARLIC. Win.

He'd held your hand. Win. You'd laughed and argued but then laughed again. Semi-win.

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen had cupped your face, told you of your beauty, used a napkin to gently dab your messy little pasta lips and genuinely said he didn't mind they looked like your brothers still he hoped any children wouldn't inherit them.

So when you got back in the car and he'd snaked an arm around your shoulders at a respectful ten thirty at night, you'd closed your eyes, nuzzled in against his warm body,

and guessed with confidence it was the end of this 'date'.

So when the diver pulled down a lane lit with purple glow globes, you'd popped your head up with brows furrowed.

And your husband had said, 'one last top, my dark eyed Atreides."

You'd guessed a theatre, maybe some observatory, a nice coffee haus that smelt like old books, y' know, stereotypical romantic settings like all the normal girls got.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, nothing about your life was normal.

This was a large, old building, one story long, a bungalow. The guards to it bowing deeply.

In front of the reinforced doors you pursed your lips, what the FUCK was you gonna do in a brothel looking bungalow, trying to get your arm out of his. He wouldn't let it happen.

Not to mention the time. You'd never been out this late.

Feyd went to step, but you resisted, his longer body turning. "what is it, do you sense danger?"

"oh haha, I sense you're up to some shadowy shit, Rautha," you could hear music, exotic, Fremen like, music that women in silk short skirts danced to, and the scent, "why can I smell spice?"

The na baron exhaled, "wow."

"..."

"This is a spice bar?" you did a double take, voice cracking halfway between scandal and awe, your dumb little face all gawping.

still glued to his side like some overwhelmed debutante. YOU WERE A STAGE 5 CLINGER, SLIGHTLY AFRAID. "You've actually brought me to a spice bar?! ..." you gasped at him..."Aren't these illegal?!"

fifteen people had been executed last week for this

"Oh, very," Feyd's grin split slow and sharp, one black fang catching in the neon reflection. "Where else, Atreides? " he trailed a rough finger down the back of your neck, stroking callus pads around a particularly ticklish spot.

"I don't know, maybe the zoo?" your breath came out in steam, a bad vibe all around. "What possessed you to bring your wife to an illicit drug den in the middle of a sketchy street?"

"..." He narrowed his predator eyes, "I'm a Harkonnen."

"That's no excuse."

With a loud groan he crouched, "pretend we are on a very important mission, intelligence gathering," he raised a brow. "Top secret."