( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

[chatona]

the 'fake married' meme

be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you are pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over?

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[ex_ammunition215]

[ ward looks at fitz's hand for a beat before brushing their fingers together, and then lacing fitz' through his own. watching the glow shift orange. ]

You can touch me however you want.

[ it's embarrassingly broad permission. what he doesn't add is that he won't touch fitz anywhere without an invitation, won't push like that. that's not really anything new: ward's continual obedience may have been tainted by the revelation of where his loyalties lay, but that doesn't make it any less real. ]

Whatever it takes.

wasn't this fake married what happened here

[technologist]

[ it sounds sincere, embarrassingly honest. enough to cause his heartbeat to catch slightly, make it more difficult to hold ward's gaze.

he still can't trust it. if ward wants to play loyal, like he's suddenly still part of the team or a decent friend, fitz doesn't want to put stock in any part of it. that doesn't make it any less useful.

still, easier said than done. his gaze finally drops to their hands, and he tightens his grip when he realizes his is trembling slightly, isn't entirely sure if it's because of ward or... well, because of ward. the next step's obvious. more touching. maybe even just holding hands, except the idea of it's ridiculous, too innocent and tender to have any place in this. he spends enough time being treated like he could break, feeling like he's about to; this is only control in the most fucked up definition, but he's still desperate enough to take it.

when he looks back up, the anger's there, just at the edge of his voice. ] Kiss me.

we have failed at the meme that's what.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ there's a frisson of electricity down his spine at the contradiction between fitz' command and the look in his eyes. there's still so much hate in there, blame and fury and pain. and ward wants to respond to those edges with edges of his own, but that won't get them anywhere. ]

[ he touches fitz' face, first, just clinically, to tip his chin up, angling his mouth where ward wants it. he lets go after, hand hovering short of touching as he leans down and obeys orders. ]

[ it's gentle and not at a all chaste. he remembers how to do this, fit his mouth to fitz' just so, damp lips and a brush of his tongue, the promise of more and deeper, of ward's mouth however he wants it. ]