happily taken;

[gameofsocks]

the fake married meme

be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you're 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?

( taken from here )

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Jake Jensen | The Losers (2010) | ota

[letsgogirls]

[seriously. he's open to anyone, canon or crosscanon. I see it as part of a cover for a mission]

/tags this embarrassingly fast

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa isn't exactly the world's most comfortable with intimacy but she guesses she can fake a little intimacy for the good of her government. This is a coalition, of sorts, between the US and UK and she's been paired up with Jensen for the next few months while they spy on their trafficker-across-the-way.

"I really don't know why we couldn't just do all the monitoring via aerial camera," she says, looking over at him. It's been a few weeks and she's...not entirely repulsed by Jake Jensen. In fact, he's rather handsome when he doesn't have his mouth open and while she's the face of this, he's very much the genius behind the scenes.

"You do everything from your computer anyway. I have no idea why I have to make nice with the bastard in person."

[letsgogirls]

Oooh, the ice queen can curse. How vulgar. Jensen sighed as he finished typing before he looked up at Sansa, squinting a little. It took him little to switch from looking at a screen to looking at a person and the sun was bright in the room. Was her dress see through?

"Yes, because unlike me, you're much better with a consistent act. I improv too much and can't keep the details straight for long. I do enough to get me in and out, you're better at long term."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa gives him a Look before sighing a bit and taking up her binoculars again. She can't particularly see anything at the house across the way and after a few moments, she puts down the binoculars and turns to him. No point in observing now. There's no movement and they have others who are looking out during the day.

"We've got to get into that house. There's no point in just looking at it from the outside. Do you suppose we ought to suggest couples game night or something equally ridiculous?"

[letsgogirls]

"Makes me wonder what you like to do if games are ridiculous." Jensen said dryly as he stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up over his belt.

"Ever heard of asking to borrow some sugar or taking over a covered dish? My mom would do that sometimes." He didn't say she did it if the new neighbor guy was attractive. He rested his hands on his hips not noticing his shirt was trying its best to cover his shoulders, the tat peeking out from under the sleeve.

"I'll even cook so you can doll yourself up. Hacking makes me hungry and I think they need a casserole. I'll do up a bug for the carrier bag."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa gives him another look, though this one is milder in tone than the previous one. She's less than amused at the idea she needs to doll herself up more than she is currently; Sansa has a certain standard of dress and she's well-exceeded it today. What more does Jake Jensen want from her?

"Is there something wrong with how I look at the moment?"

[letsgogirls]

Well maybe to be a little less ice queen for sure. Maybe look at him like he's something other than trash on the bottom of her shoe. Or kiss him. He's easy.

"Thought you would want to freshen up. It isn't as if you'll deign to do dishes while I cook. Might wreck your gorgeous manicure." Jake strolled off to the kitchen, hands tucked behind his neck.

"Wear red. He loves chicks in red."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa rolls her eyes and chooses a black dress solely to be contrary. She pairs it with red lipstick, though, and sleek black stockings and red heels. She manages to change quickly and comes downstairs, not bothering to tug down her hem.

"Am I acceptable enough for you?"

[letsgogirls]

Jensen's eyes swept over her, pausing at where her hem stopped. Christ. She has legs. He always did like the long legged ones. He turned back to the casserole he was making, with a half smile.

"Not me you have to please, but the mark. But yeah, that will do it. I just need to put this in the oven to bake, so I'll do the bug while we're waiting. Do you think you'll need a personal bug?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I will," Sansa says, crossing over to him so that he can place it. He's better at the audio/visual than she is and she wants to be sure he places it in a place where it can pick up their mark's words without any interference.

"We're going to want it hidden. My bra, you think?"

[letsgogirls]

She was trying to kill him. Flashes of that night before he knew who she was filled his mind as she mentioned her bra in that accent that made him want to see how vulgar she could be.

"Yeah, that'll be good. He goes for panties first. Not the way to start with a woman in my opinion." He said, the tip of his tongue stuck out as he concentrated on making sure the bug was set and he didn't touch any more of Sansa than he needed to. He wasn't sure he could cope with not being able to do more.

He stepped back as soon as the bug was placed and fiddled with his little receiver. "It's live. It's got enough juice for a couple of hours." Jensen wandered off to the oven, pointedly not catching Sansa's eyes, setting the device down before grabbing hot pads and pulling out the dish.

"Hand me the carrier, please? It's on the table."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa arches a brow at him. She remembers all too well the night she'd spent with him before they got this assignment and she thinks she wouldn't mind spending another with him - provided he doesn't open his mouth. She gives him the carrier, holding it open so he can drop the dish in it.

"He's not getting into my panties, Jake. I won't let him."

[letsgogirls]

Because only he should be getting in them, Jensen thought viciously as he carefully settled the dish inside the carrier.

"Good. You know the code in case he gets stupid and kiss you? He might get his tongue stuck to you and we can't have that, can we?"

Oh he was feeling mean today. First time in weeks he got to touch Sansa and she was dressed for someone else. Never him. Not after he found out she was his boss for this fucking mission and obviously wasn't interested in him anymore even after that amazing night. His skills weren't up to her high standards, apparently. Fine. Fuck her. Literally and figuratively.

[vented]

So which one of us wears the pants?

[Because that was a thing, right? Established married partners always had one that wore the pants and one that wore... what the hell did the other person wear? He didn't look like the skirt or tutu type, but then again, she didn't know much about this one.

Eliot had set this up, called in a favor from her to play along, since she was one of the few women he knew that, quote, "Could both handle the op and your new partner, no matter which way it turns." Aww. Eliot trusted her. That made her all lukewarm and not so spiky.

But here she was, planning a new gig, but this one had a taste of military to it, if the way this guy walked and had scoped out the exits as soon as he'd entered the borrowed house had been any indication. Military, but... off. Not like her, off, but off all the same.]

[letsgogirls]

I'm an equal opportunity person. But not many others are going to be that way. They're gonna expect me to be the one in charge. So I guess I'll do it so no one thinks it weird. But I'm not doing anything without your input. Deal?

[he had an idea of the idealized, 'normal' marriage, so he knew what people would expect to see. Well, he would give them that so they can do this mission with the least amount of fuss.]

[vented]

[Parker did not have a very good grasp on what was ideal outside of what she saw in movies. Her most recent foray into the cinematic married life? Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Good luck with that, Jensen.]

Deal. What would you need my input on?

[She moved over to the window, peeking around the corner of the curtain without moving it, seeing the quiet little suburbia around them and feeling a chill go through her. She was wearing pastels again. She hated wearing pastels.]

[letsgogirls]

[Oh dear. Please don't shoot him, he doesn't need more holes in his body.]

Like how you want me to act around you. Gotta tell me that. Just a little direction on what you want and don't want. Simple.

[vented]

[Guns weren't her things. Now, forks and knives, on the other hand...]

... Like a married couple. Duh.

[Yeah, no. She was the wrong person to outline the logistics here, Jensen.]

[letsgogirls]

[No stabbing. He's too pretty.]

[He stifled a sigh. That's not working the way you wanted, Jensen. Use your goddamn brain]

Like pet names, or where I can touch. Or not touch. Things not to say. Like do you want me to not cuss as much?

[vented]

[He didn't hurt to look at, she could admit that much.]

... Where are you supposed to touch? I mean... in public, since that's the whole point of the ruse, right? Pet names are stupid, but if we're not using our names, it doesn't matter, does it?

[letsgogirls]

Like where you don't mind he putting hands. Your shoulders or back, someplace like that. We have to show we're normal married people. Well married people who like each other I mean. People don't notice shit like that, so they won't notice us as much. I like not being noticed, even though I'll have a cute girl with me.

[he winces then blushes, looking really awkward.] Um. Anyways. Pet names or endearments is what I meant. I'm just going to shut up right now.

[vented]

[Well... that made sense. At least he was asking about it. And if it was for a cover, it made sense that there'd be touchy-feely aspects. She'd done the same with Hardison, after all.

So in answer to that, she gave him a bit of a shrug, then came over and began walking around him, looking him over as she did.]

Wherever people touch in public, I guess. Do married people make out and grope each other? Or is that just horny dating people?

[letsgogirls]

[he had to stifle the laugh, but his smile's definitely amused.]

Some do. Which can be really embarrassing for people made to watch. I'll keep it clean and for all audiences.

[vented]

That'd be great torture for those people, then. Get them in a room and just have people grope at each other. I could get them to talk in seconds.

[There was a cheery thought, one that had her brightening and bouncing a little on her toes before she went to go check out the rest of their surroundings. One always needed to know the exits, entrances, vent shafts, and possible security systems. Just in case.]

[letsgogirls]

You are a scary woman, Parker. [that's said with some admiration] I like how you think. [he watched her scope out the rest of the place, noting how she looked for every possible way in and out of the joint. She's definitely a pro.]