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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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A week, good lord. Then his crew should get on their assignments tonight, not to mention his own preparations. Was not going to growl.

"Molly girl, you just said we don't have that kind of time. Come here," flexing his muscles and bigger size, he pulled her into his lap, to straddle and face him. "You need to be comfortable with me, so take a look, see what you need to see. I won't bite tonight."

"Oh!" She let out a squeak of the word as he pulled her into his lap, facing him. She at least caught on enough to settle a leg on either side of him. She laughed wryly and ducked her head down - not so much out of embarrassment but more out an attempt to flirt, as her eyes much more clearly said.

"Well....what if I want you to?" The bold words from her lips made her face flush but she managed to keep eye contact. Other Tom had been reluctant about things like that, she thought.

Laughed, flashing white teeth, "I only said for tonight, I didn't promise anything of the sort come tomorrow. Nor did I rule out tying you up and teasing you mercilessly, but that may be where your friends arrive and chase me out deciding that I'm a very bad influence. Examine me like you would your unfortunate patients," still grinning "without sharp instruments, if you please."

"Oh, you'd prefer blunt ones? Kinky," she giggled. "You do realize I don't normally process people from their lap? A Y-incision at this angle would be rubbish!" She lightly traced an outline of one with her fingertip across his shirt.

"I like many things, Miss Molly. But you don't get to use knives on me until I'm actually dead. At that point you are welcome to salvage what you can and study or burn the rest. Sprinkle me over Potter's Field or it's equivalent." Smiling, his tongue touched a canine before vanishing into his mouth.

Besides, my father doesn't want me back, but he didn't say that.

"As for my lap, consider it an exercise in how you are growing used to me. After all, you and Tom are quite close. Might have to sneak off during the celebration just to keep tongues wagging."

Was it simply word association or her own curiosity coming to the surface that brought the mental image of snogging to mind? She tried to push the thought back, but it lingered only half covered in the corner of her mind. "Yes, I know, you're right. I just don't usually...straddle people before I know more about them."

Even though she knew it was to prepare for a game of pretend, it still felt like she was doing things backward. And the fact that she had to teach him to be Tom when she knew so little about his actual self...

"Do you dance?" Molly asked it suddenly, then tried to shrug casually. :There's...probably going to be dancing. Reception and all."

"Oh but you know all about me, especially that I am proficient in all of the classical ballroom steps. I have had a classical education, after all."

There would definitely be 'snogging' not that he would have used that word, her lips were perfect for that kind of activity and a few others besides. Nearly asked what drink she preferred, which he should know, but suddenly realized why Tom was so familiar, "Your Tom was a barrister?"

She tuned out for a moment, her eyes tracing the shape of his lips. His question hung in the air for twelve seconds before she finally snapped to.

"What? Oh, yes," she nodded. "...did I mention that before?"

No, she didn't. Jack spotted the man when attending the trial of one of his people and wanted to know more about the new barrister. Had him followed - apparently he had a jump start on knowing this Tom already.

Tilting his head, he leaned forward just a bit to kiss those lips that kept pressing themselves together as if practicing this very thing. Kept himself soft and gentle for now, just tasting - was it strawberry lip gloss? - and seeing exactly where she was comfortable. Except the light hold of his arms tightened around her drawing her in. Was correct about those lips...they were perfect.

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