— KILLER QUEEN —

❝—f i f t y words for murder, and i'm every one of them.

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

hudson students + halsey [part one]

goddamn right, you should be scared of me

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

cakes on a plane // gemma & andrew

@gemmaswest

Gemma’s a disaster at the piano.

It’s almost laughable, how bad she is at it, and Andrew’s still pretty amused at how she demanded to know how he managed to be so good at it, and looked almost offended when explained that he’d been playing since he was about four years old. It’s obvious that she’s not used to not being exceptional at something.

Which is why Andrew’s picked baking as the next activity on his hobby hunt for Gemma. It’s fun and relatively simple, and you get to eat the finished product. After his last time baking with Will, Andrew picks something that can be eaten almost immediately after it’s taken out of the oven. Everyone likes Devil’s Food Cake, right?

He grabs the last of the ingredients from the store, grins at the nice lady at the counter, and heads off to the kitchen, where Gemma is already waiting for him.

“Hey, you’re early,” Andrew sets his bag down and starts to pull the measuring cups and cake tins out from the cupboards. He wants to ask if she’s baked before, but he’s pretty sure he already knows the answer. “Could you pre-heat the oven? Three hundred and fifty degrees.”

[gemmaswest]

Gemma looks up from her phone when Andrew walks in, hopping down from her seat on the counter to make room for all of the stuff he's brought with her. She still can't believe that he convinced her to bake, of all things, but he'd told her it was either baking or yoga, and baking seemed like the lesser of two evils. At least it wasn't the piano again.

She eyes all of the stuff he's got laid out on the counter warily. Who knew baking a simple cake required so much work? Gemma's starting to wonder whether baking actually is the lesser of the evils; she can't even imagine how all of the ingredients are supposed to come together to make a cake, of all things.

Andrew's words snaps Gemma out of her thoughts, and she glances between him and the oven in front of them. There's a lot of buttons and a few knobs, and she has no idea what any of them do. And none of them say preheat or anything remotely similar to the word. What the fuck is preheating, anyways?

She debates whether or not telling Andrew that she's never touched an oven is embarrassing or not. But it's Andrew, and it's not her fault that she's never had to know how to cook, so she decides that it's probably better to admit it. Besides, they kind of need the oven in order to bake, and the sooner they finish with the cake, the sooner she can never have to bake again. "Yeah... Maybe you should do that."

[codenameeagle-blog]

Early Morning Hours [[Will && Gemma]]

[codenameeagle-blog]

Will pulls out glasses and Will’s head turns sharp, looking at them. She slips them onto her face without saying anything, and Will can’t remember ever seeing with her with glasses. She still looks pretty, which s fucking absorb because Will wants to call her a dweeb or tell her she looks twelve years old with glasses on her serious face but she isn’t and how is that fucking fair, at all?

“The great Gemma West doesn’t have perfect vision? Here I thought The Wests would have put you through robotics surgery to have perfect vision at one hundred yards away.” It’s lame but it’s what he settles on, because it’s not her fault she needs glasses but Will needs to nitpick something about her. He’s running out of things to make fun of, and it’s annoying because he used to ave entire lists of insults, dedicated to Gemma West.

“You kind of just did,” Will points out. It was a guess, before, but Gemma’s immediate and defensive rejection of the idea just makes him think he’s right. Even when they were sharing a room, Gemma stayed up far later than he did, and was usually up before he was. If Will didn’t know better, he’d think Gemma was a goddamn robot, sent to Hudson just to make him feel inadequate.

“You tellin’ me I’m special, Princess?” Will draws as they reach the doors for the kitchen. He holds one open for her because it’s the polite thing to do and follows her into the room. Just as expected, it’s devoid of Hudson students because it’s four in the goddamn morning.

[gemmaswest]

"You're hilarious," Gemma deadpans. "But no, apparently robotic eye surgery didn't make it onto the Wests' list of weird things to do to their kids." Her tone is matter of fact, eerily calm despite the fact that the topic is one that she wants to steer clear of. She doesn't know when Will got so easy to talk to, but here she is, spilling tiny bits about herself like it's nothing. And she doesn't even have alcohol to blame this time.

"My sleeping habits are none of your concern," she says as she purposely walks through the door that Will isn't holding open for her. "And you only wish you were special." Okay, so maybe the last comment was a little harsh, but Gemma's telling herself that she doesn't care. It'll hopefully make Will shut up, at the very least.

Gemma makes a beeline for the industrial-sized refridgerator on the other side of the kitchen, walking quickly to put as much space between her and Will as possible. She isn't even hungry; the kitchen was just supposed to be an excuse to avoid talking about the real reason she was up so late. But now she's standing in front of the fridge at four in the morning, and she can feel Will watching her expectantly.

She closes the fridge door— there's nothing in there but raw meat and vegetables, anyways— and turns to the freezer instead. Her eyes land on a tub of vanilla ice cream and she makes a grab for it. It doesn't sound like the most appetizing thing this early in the morning, but it's something.

"Before you ask," Gemma starts, hopping up onto one of the counters, "I can't cook. So if you want something else, you're going to have to make it yourself." She grabs a spoon and pops the lid off the container, helping herself to a spoonful. "And you can get your own spoon."

[codenameeagle-blog]

Early Morning Hours [[Will && Gemma]]

[codenameeagle-blog]

Will opens his mouth with a smart ass comment, because she’s lying. He could have bought it, too, if she hadn’t been walking in the opposite direction of the Cafe and wondering around as aimlessly as he was, too. But Gemma turns, and there’s relief when Will doesn’t have to look at her face any more. He can feels his resolve breaking and it’s a terrible, awful feeling. He doesn’t like who he becomes around Gemma West, even though she’s shaped a lot of his early training and has made him stronger. Who he is because of Gemma is much different than who he is around her, and it makes Will sick to his stomach as some realization finally settles in.

“I have better things to do with my time than stalk you, Princess.” Will answers, pretending his his eyes don’t trail up her legs and back before he starts walking. He falls into step next to her, which is weird. The last time they walked side by side, Gemma was hanging all over him, looking up at his face with those pretty eyes and - no. Will’s too tired for this. They walk in complete silence, Will biting back half a dozen rude comments that she doesn’t deserve. He wants to lash out at Gemma even though she hasn’t done anything. But somehow Gemma is under his skin, even when she’s out of view, and Will kind of hates her for it.

“Is this why you’re so bitchy all of the time?” Will finally asks, eyes cutting over to her. “Because you don’t sleep?”

[gemmaswest]

Gemma rolls her eyes at Will's comment, but she's relieved when he falls into step beside her. She hates him, completely detests him, but she isn't sure how well she would've handled being rejected by Will Davis, of all people. Gemma isn't completely sure if she would have cared if he'd simply walked in the other direction, but something tells her that she would've.

They walk in silence, and in an effort to keep from fixating on how incredibly close Will is in proximity to her, she decides that her walking around half-blind is much more annoying than she'd expected it to be. Usually she kept her contacts in until she was really and truly about to sleep, but tonight she'd decided that maybe she could trick her brain into sleeping if she took them out. Obviously it hadn't worked, and Gemma was just grateful that she'd remembered to slip her glasses into the pocket of her shorts before wandering in the dark as she put them on. It didn't do much to help with the muted light of the hallways, but at least what she could see was in full focus.

After walking in silence for long enough, Will's voice jars her. The small shock is gone in a flash, though, as she registers what he said and her guard goes up. "Who says that I don't sleep?" she snaps, shooting him a glare as they enter the kitchen. Gemma's aware that her reaction is probably proving him right, but she doesn't care what he thinks about her. At least, that's what she can assume, considering it's what she's chanting in her mind.

"Maybe I'm bitchy because I'm just a bitch." Gemma shrugs; she's been called a bitch enough times since she started at Hudson. The word doesn't affect her anymore. "Or maybe it's just to you. Y'know, how you're only an ass when you're around me."

[inkbloomed]

lost it to trying ( gemma + cora )

[inkbloomed]

“Mine works. My roommate should be working with Jude for a bit on the next list of tracks for this weekend.” It wasn’t unnatural for her to have company over. Usually, it wasn’t for such straight forward purposes. There wasn’t social exchange a part of it. But honestly, what could she say? She was curious of Gemma. Dwelling with her personality behind closed doors would be even greater. She tilted her head towards the door, brows raised.

“Come on, princess. Pack up and I’ll patch you up if you need it.” She shuffled off of the mats, plucking up her gym bag. Her bandaged hands were tinted pink - something common with most of her attire.

[gemmaswest]

Gemma bristled a little when Cora called her princess— had the entire school adopted Will's stupid nickname for her?— but she quickly covered it a cool nod at Cora's knuckles. "Looks like you're the one that needs patching up," she stated. The blonde hadn't even known they were sparring with enough force to draw blood, but her body's mild protest at bending down to pick up her gym bag confirmed it. She was just glad that she'd learned how to keep her features neutral years ago; Gemma wasn't going to let Cora know how much she was dying to flop on the ground and not move for a few hours. "Lead the way."

[codenameeagle-blog]

Early Morning Hours [[Will && Gemma]]

[codenameeagle-blog]

“You look…” Will trails his eyes over Gemma. She has circles under her eyes but fuck her she still looks beautiful and it pisses Will off. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, scoffing and using it as an excuse to look away from her. She looks like only Gemma can at four in the morning running on no sleep. What a bitch.

“Whatever.” Will says, pretending like he’s just out and about for a walk around campus. His arms cross over his chest, mimicking her body language. It makes Will looks bigger than he actually is when his biceps are over his chest, not that he wants Gemma to check him out. He feels unprepared, like a firefighter running through a burning building, except he forgot to gear up beforehand. They stand in a weird sort of stand off, where Will is desperately trying not to look at Gemma West and then desperately trying to figure out why he doesn’t want to see her.

He glances over her face again and Will feels his mouth run dry. It’s like he’s Rick all over again but he’s not Rick, not even a little, and Gemma is far from Allison. It leads to just one conclusion that Will has been skating around for fucking weeks now. No.

“You out here just to make my life harder than normal?” Will asks, the underlying question, ‘you can’t sleep, too?’ going unasked. He wants to know if Gemma misses sleeping next to him, too. If she’s been having trouble, too. And if he’s the only idiot with dreams. Probably, is the answer, and Will doesn’t want or need the rejection. Especially not from her.

[gemmaswest]

She's not going to let him know how terribly she's been sleeping since the mission. She refuses to. Will already has enough ammunition, what with her drunken rambling by the lake. And who could forget how easily he made her blush at the resort? No, she wasn't about to give him anything else to use against her.

"I was heading to the kitchen," Gemma lies, though she keeps eye contact with him to try and convince him that it's the truth. Even if he bumped into her walking in the opposite direction from the cafe and kitchen. "Midnight snack." It's a stupid excuse, but she hopes it'll work. At least it makes it seem like she was out and about with a purpose, and not just wandering around because she can't sleep because her thoughts are running wild. Not about Will, though. Obviously.

She turns around on her heel— a feat that's slightly more painful when she's barefoot— and starts to walk in the true direction of the cafe when she pauses and turns back to Will. Now that he's there, she doesn't really want to spend any more time alone. All she'll do is fixate on trying to not think about him, which usually backfires and just makes her think about him anyways. At least with him physically around, she can focus on the stupid things that come out of his mouth rather than how warm he is when he sleeps, and how nice it feels to lie down next to him.

Gemma sighs, crossing her arms again and nodding in the direction she's headed. "You're always hungry, and I'm sure you'll wind up in the kitchen soon enough." She doesn't—won't— say it, but the invitation is there. Come with me. "So either walk beside me, or follow me like a stalker. Your choice, Davis."

[romanwest]

“I can go with that. We’re all wires, frayed and electrocuting people constantly.” He smiled in amusement, sitting back in his chair in a relaxed position while Gemma fussed over his laptop.  “Don’t know what to do with the motherboard one, though. This computer poem’s gonna end up pretty lacking. Guess it’s a good thing I’ll never be able to publish under my own name.” 

“I think if I was in a movie, I’d prefer a foreign gay romance. French maybe. Something real cliche.” He thought on the idea for a few moments, though he knew his life as a movie would probably be some weird demented version of Annie. “I’m offended, Gemma. Me? Whiny? Never.”

[gemmaswest]

"You're the whiniest person I know," Gemma insisted. She rolled her eyes at all of Roman's comments, cracking a smile at how ridiculous they were. Frayed wires, motherboards, and clich French gay romances? People could say what they wanted about her brother, but he had some interesting thoughts running through his head.

She noticed him relaxing a chair, and realized that she was still messing with his laptop. "I'm not doing your homework for you." Gemma practically shoved the computer at Roman. "I'll help you, though," she added, eyeing her brother warily. "As long as you stay focused and don't bring up foreign gay romances."

[codenameeagle-blog]

Early Morning Hours [[Will && Gemma]]

Will drags his feet as he walks through the halls of the Hudson. He’s outside, briefly, before he walks back through another building. It’s three forty-seven in the morning and Will can’t sleep. There’s a scuffing noise as his shoes slide against the floor of the dorm halls, searching for nothing in particular. It’s an aimless, exhausted sort of wandering, and Will’s just happy he remembered to get dressed and put shoes on. He forgot socks, and he’s technically in an undershirt instead of an actual shirt, but he’s fully dressed.

It’s quiet, probably the quietest Will’s ever seen Hudson. For a school with just around forty people, it’s amazing how crowded Hudson feels during the day. There’s a constant steam of people crawling over the campus. But not at around four in the morning. There’s no crazy party going on and Will’s not near the training room, where people like Alaska and Cora prefer to train and work out where no one else can bother them.

Will hates it. he just wants to sleep. On the night he’s seen Cora since the mission, he got a rested eight hours in her bed, but every other night aside from that has been pure hell. Will falls asleep, after a lot of tossing and turning, and only stays knocked out for a couple of hours. It’s up and down, over and over and over, before it’s time to go to the shooting range, or get a big breakfast in, or even just go to class. No matter what the day is Will goes to bed lonely and wakes up feeling exhausted. 

He blames Gemma. He got used to sleeping and existing next to someone for three days and now he craves it back again. In college, it was easy to find a warm body to sleep next to. LSU was a campus of thousands of anonymous faces that Will never had to see again. But Hudson is small, and Will has a reputation to protect. He sees Roman, in his room some days, but he never stays the night. His relationship with Cora could be described as a hurricane, sweeping Will around and around until he’s confused and dizzy. And although he’s slept with Andrew before, it doesn’t happen all that often and he’d rather just hang with him. That leaves no one else for Will to take selfish solace in, so he wanders, and he wanders, until he runs into someone.

“Fuck,” he says, loud enough for her to hear, because the absolute last person Will wants to see right now is Gemma West.

[gemmaswest]

Gemma didn't think that her sleeping patterns could get any more screwed up, yet here she was, on the second day without sleep, wandering around a ghost town version of Hudson at nearly four in the morning. She'd thought she'd even been improving— it'd been a good while since she'd gone multiple days without sleep— but then the mission had happened and suddenly she was back on the sleepless train again.

She finally got annoyed with tossing and turning and watching the moonlight shift shadows across her ceiling, and got up to do... nothing, apparently. She's too tired to do any kind of training, but she's too restless to stay still. So she's walking around like a ghost. Until she runs into Will, of course.

Gemma takes a step back, wondering how she didn't notice him coming towards her. Then her thoughts shift to wondering why he didn't notice her coming towards him, and then they're asking why she'd want him to notice her anyways.

Her gaze glances him up and down quickly, taking in his haggard appearance. "You look like shit," she states plainly, arms crossing over her chest. She could just walk away. She should

[gemmaswest]

under pressure, pt. ii || gemma &&. will

[codenameeagle-blog]

Will feels his heart jump in his throat when Gemma’s lips press against his neck. It gets him way more flustered that it should, but it’s all part of the act. Rick’s a newlywed, and his single-minded focus on Allison is just what his character needs. He ignores her comment, focusing on keeping the blush from his ears and how soft Gemma’s lips are against his skin. It’s ridiculous, and Will’s already done with this mission.

Gemma’s already pressed against Will, so when his biceps tense and he bends at the knees, the fury on her face almost makes him start laughing. It was just an idea before, but now, now Will has to do it. The glimmer in her eyes is all too good to ignore, and the fact that Gemma forbids it is the final nail in the coffin. It’s her fault, really, and Will leans in so they’re almost nose to nose again. His smirk is one-hundred percent Will, without any Rick in sight, and he can see the cogs clicking into place behind Gemma’s eyes and she’s so incredibly pissed that it’s beyond amusing.. Her fingers dig into his chest and Will knows she isn’t going to go into the pool alone.

“Hold on, Princess,” Will says with a laugh as he runs towards the pool, not giving her a second to detach from him. There will be hell to pay, later, but this is Will’s hail mary, his win for the day. Gemma may want to kill him, but right now she’s Allison and has to play the part. They fall into the pool with a large splash. Water floods up his nose and Will kicks his powerful legs, bringing them to the surface of the pool.

[gemmaswest]

As soon as they resurface, Gemma detaches herself from Will, coughing up water and pushing wet strands of hair out of her face. She should've seen it coming— she did see it coming— but he hadn't given her much time to do anything, much less hold her breath before they hit the water. And the fact that she saw it coming did nothing to curb her annoyance that he actually went through with it.

But she can't be as annoyed as she wants to be. She has to be Allison, so she swims over and clasps her hands behind Will's neck. A smile graces her features, and she leans in closer than she really wants to, eyes glancing down to his lips. There's only a breath's distance between the two when her gaze cuts back to his eyes, a glimmer in her own. "You shouldn't have done that," she whispers before giving him a shove so that he ducks back under the water.

[gemmaswest]

Text // Gemma

Roman: im not hiding anything from u

Roman: im trying to hide things from everyone else

Roman: u kno how i get sometimes

Gemma: Yeah.

Gemma: As far as I'm aware, Daniel's the only one who's seen the feeds.

Gemma: Just try to calm down before you blow up on him, okay? He's just doing his job.

[gemmaswest]

under pressure, pt. ii || gemma &&. will

[codenameeagle-blog]

“I’m sorry, baby. There were some great guys at the bar and I got distracted.” The small crowd that Gemma’s been talking to disperses, and whatever actor pool Hudson decided to hire from this time are on their A game. They don’t leave Will or Gemma alone for a second, forcing them to keep up this ridiculous cover for the entire weekend. He’s already sick of being in love with Gemma and they still have the entire night to get through. There aren’t enough drinks in the word for this to be worth it, but here they are, trying their damnedest not to fail. Will can’t afford to fuck up another mission.

So when Gemma invades his personal space and Will fights the urge to glare at her. They don’t fit on the chair together but Gemma squirms her way over his lap and Will’s hand hooks around her back to keep her steady. Her ass is kind of bony and the look in her eyes says this is definitely pay back for the kiss. Whatever. Will makes sure that his hand trails down, touching the bare skin of her back and glancing over her thighs. Gemma’s warm, and Will swallows, hard, when he realizes how close they are. He could lean in and just kiss her. The urge is strong and fucking ridiclous, but Will just assumes it’s all Rick so he does it, again. This kiss is longer. He lingers there, putting on a good show as he slips his tongue into Gemma’s match. This is a game she isn’t going to win, and Will knows that. It’s about time that Gemma realizes that too.

“I missed you, too,” Will answers, his tone much louder than Gemma’s in case someone’s listening. Will brushes a piece of hair out of Gemma’s face. He can’t remember the last time he saw her wear it down. It suits her cover. Allison is gorgeous and simple. She doesn’t have to worry about someone grabbing a handful of it in the middle of a combat scenario. Will nuzzles into her neck, his words just loud enough for Gemma to hear as they keep playing through the charade.

“The auction starts at eight-thirty, sharp. I got two bugs down, one on the scumbag CEO, and another one on the guard behind me. Everything is set into place.” Will settles in his chair, taking a sip from his screwdriver. He does the best to pretend that he likes the pretty blonde woman draped over his lap, eyeing the pool. They have a lot of free time, and no real technology on them. Gemma’s outfit doesn’t really allow for pockets, after all. It would just take one quick motion, scooping her up in his arms, and about ten steps to get them into the pool.

[gemmaswest]

"Babe, we're in public," Gemma says, her voice lilting with a forced giggle as she pushes Will away from her. Between the second kiss and the cuddling, she's ready to strangle Will right then, and her eyes convey the message loud and clear. It's obvious that she is in way over her head with the war she's started with Will, but she's not about to let him win, either. She's committed now, and it looks like she's going to have to keep up the charade until the auction starts, so she quickly downs the rest of her wine. Part of her wishes Will had gotten her something stronger, if only to give her more of a buzz than the wine is.

Despite her— well, Allison's— previous protests, Gemma leans in, pressing her lips to Will's neck, right above the collar of his ridiculous shirt. They're the picture of love, and it's disgusting. She can't help but notice how nice he smells as she trails kisses up his neck, though she pushes the thought out of her head as soon as it enters. At least, she tries to, but it lingers at the back of her mind as she pauses beside his ear. "I hate you so much," she hisses, voice barely above a murmur, and her eyes flash another warning of imminent murder before she moves to rest her head on his shoulder.

She follows his line of sight towards the pool and instantly reads his mind. Her head snaps up, and she turns towards Will, the murderous look now prominently displayed on her features. "Don't you dare," Gemma warns, louder than she'd anticipated. It's alright, though; Allison doesn't want to get her hair wet, and Gemma doesn't want to get thrown into the pool. Either way, both versions of herself don't exactly feel like taking an impromptu dip.

"Don't you dare," she repeats, her voice quieter and more menacing as she leans in close to Will again. Her hand, resting on his shoulder, tightens in a vise-like grip, nails digging into his skin to emphasis her threat. "I will kill you if you even consider it, Davis."

[romanwest]

“Maybe we’ve switched places. I’m doing homework and you’re reading Harry Potter and wearing glasses,” Roman teased, a small smile coming to his face. Gemma was the worst choice to sit next to if he wanted a good distraction from his homework, but it was still worth a try. “Because tech just isn’t enjoyable,” Roman explained, knowing Gemma wouldn’t understand. She did nothing for enjoyment, and he was the opposite. “Too many wires, not enough contemplating humanity. It’s boring.”

“We have the tech people to do all this shit on the field, it’s not that big a deal. Besides, in what dramatic movie does it show the protagonist learning all their skills? I’d prefer true movie style, where I’d just pick up a laptop and automatically know how to hack into the pentagon.” Roman knew he was whining, but it wasn’t like he ever did anything else with his time. If it didn’t actually matter, he’d whine about it, and poor Gemma was usually the one who had to put up with it. 

[gemmaswest]

Gemma shrugged off Roman's comment, keeping her attention on his homework. She tried to get him focused back on the laptop as well, though she knew she was mostly serving as a distraction for him. "Make something up," she said. "The wires are a metaphor for humanity, or something. Motherboards represent society. I don't know. You're better at the far-reaching interpretations than I am."

She shook her head at Roman's whining. "Pretend it's the prequel, where you watch them learn how to be the amazingly talented person they are in the original. Or you're in a training montage. Those are things that happen in movies, right?" Gemma honestly didn't know. It wasn't as if she'd watched that many in her lifetime. "Either way, suck it up and do your homework, whiny."

[takexshelter-blog]

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[gemmaswest]

Text // Gemma

Roman: ok c'mon everyone finds andrew cute. hes like a puppy

Roman: a hot puppy

Roman: this is different ok

Roman: u kno i like my privacy when it counts

Roman: if hes cyber stalking me then he knows way too much about me

Roman: and hes been lying to me about this 4 weeks

Gemma: I'm electing to ignore those comments.

Gemma: If he knows too much, then you're obviously hiding something. You can tell me now, or die when I find out through somebody else.

Gemma: Like Daniel.

[gemmaswest]

under pressure, pt. ii || gemma &&. will

[codenameeagle-blog]

Will follows Gemma without answering her. She didn’t really ask a question for him to answer. The change is scary. Like a switch being flipped, Gemma is this happy-go-lucky person that Will’s never seen. She has a warmth in her eyes and a slight flush on her cheeks, and when he looks at her he really has to blink to make sure it’s still Gemma there. Gemma, who would rather punch him in the chest than listen to him talk. Gemma, who ignores his existence seven days a week. Will puts a dopey smile on his face, Rick’s signature look, and lets his arm glide over her shoulder. She tucks right into his side and they’re practically glued at the hip on the way over to the pool.

He can see the relief in Gemma’s eyes when they separate, and Will has to keep from rolling his eyes. They don’t have to be that affectionate, but Gemma insists on it and it works for their cover. They’re there for not even five minutes and Will has the entire area already memorized. The blueprints help and Will’s got tit visualized, as well as four of their intended targets for the night. When Gemma pulls on Will’s hand like a small child, he does his best to look at her with adoration.

“Alright Ali.” Will can feel eyes on them. They’re young, and although it’s a beach resort this isn’t a peak time for vacationers. Spring break is over but it’s too early for summer, which means most people under the age of thirty are in school or stuck at work and can’t travel. Will leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Gemma’s lips, mostly just to annoy her and see if he can get another blush. It’s one of the only contexts he can really annoy Gemma without her bashing his face in, and Will’s grin is genuine when he pulls back, a playful look in his eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises before heading to the bar. He positions himself right in between the second CEO and the drug cartel’s bodyguard, waiting to catch the bartender’s eye. He orders himself a screwdriver, and a white wine spritzer for Gemma to sip on. Will grins over at the CEO, whose drinking out of a martini glass. Pretentious bastard. Will ‘accidentally’ bumps into him, tucking a bug into his front suit pocket as he uses the misdirection. He’s not small and lithe like Gemma, and a lot of his stealth work plays off the innocent, boy next door vibe that he gives off.

“Sorry there partner. We hit the mini bar early this morning.” Will nods over to Gemma and her skimpy little outfit, grinning as he shoots her a wink. This part of the mission is fun. The mark just lets out a soft chuckle, eyes greedily taking Gemma in. Will feels a defensive spike in his chest but he pushes it back. Of course Rick is going to be defensive of some creepy old guy staring at his new wife. He sparks up an innocent conversation that last a coupe of minutes as Will fishes his first screwdriver and picks up another one. He moseys back to Gemma, her drink and a fresh new one for him in hand, and hands it off to her.

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Gemma freezes when Will kisses her. It's nothing like the one they shared by the lake— this one is more of a peck than anything&mdahs; but it's exactly what she had been hoping to avoid all weekend. Apparently, Will had other plans. Gemma's just glad that the blush doesn't spread across her cheeks until after he's already heading towards the bar.

She keeps her eyes trained on him, watching him walk away until her attention is diverted by a chuckle coming from the lady sitting beside her. "It's so nice to see a couple so in love," the lady comments, a smile on her features. In love? More like in seething hatred, Gemma thinks, but she goes through the motions of small talk with the woman. She explains the details of their cover, answering every question the lady poses with a giddy smile. When Will comes back, she has the attention of every old person in a three-chair radius as she details their fake wedding.

"Oh, honey, about time," Gemma laughs, taking her drink from Will's hand. She's relieved when her elderly audience takes the hint and goes back to whatever they were doing previously, giving her and Will some hint of privacy.

When Will sits down, Gemma decides to forgo the original plan to keep her distance. Two can play at whatever game Will's decided to start. She takes a long sip of her drink and gets up, only to plop down beside Will in his chair, draping her legs over his. There's definitely not enough room for the two of them in one chair, and she's basically half-sitting on top of him, but it's all the better. Gemma fights the impulse to put more distance between them, leaning in closer instead. "You better have gotten some good info," she says in his ear, voice soft so others can't hear. "I'm not about to sit around and listen to audio feeds for another four hours."

[gemmaswest]

under pressure, pt. ii || gemma &&. will

[codenameeagle-blog]

His shin is incredibly sore. There he is, just sleeping like innocent people do, until Gemma decides to try to break the bones in his legs. He’s just as unhappy as she is when he wakes up spooning her, of all people, but you don’t see Will getting violent about it. He rubs at the sore spot where her heel slammed into his leg and grumbles, a lot, about how much he dislikes her to an empty room. It’s disorientating, waking up in a bed that isn’t his own. It’s even more disorientating when he’s getting assaulted first thing in the morning.

“Chill,” Will mumbles out, still trying to brush the sleep from his eyes. Gemma disappeared for ten minutes but Will still hasn’t gotten out of bed yet. There’s no rush for anything. The auction isn’t happening until much later and the more time they spend in public, the more they have to pretend to like each other. Will gets out of bed with a stretch and wanders towards his suitcase. He grabs the outfit for the day and heads straight for the shower, knowing it’s what he’ll need to wake up.

He’s in and out of the shower in five minutes flat, looking way more awake than before. Will glances over at her, trying not to laugh at how unhappy Gemma looks. The outfit looks good on her, not that he would admit it, but it’s so opposite of Gemma that it’s comical. Bright, flashy colors and skimpy material are not what Will thinks about when he thinks about her. Not that he thinks about her, of course. 

Will’s outfit is a nice pair of swim trunks and one of those island-themed collared shirts that makes you look like a loser if you wear it buttoned or a douchebag if you wear it open. Will opts for douchebag today. Slipping into a pair of flip flips, he’s pool ready for the day if nothing else.

[gemmaswest]

Gemma schools her expression into a neutral one as she gives Will a once-over. She's glad that he looks like a total prick, because it makes it that much easier to remind herself that she hates his guts and wants nothing to do with him. Even if he pulls of the douchebag look extremely well. Especially because he pulls it off well. Only true pricks could make themselves look that way.

She shakes her head clear of the thoughts, running a hand through her hair. It's loose and around her shoulders, which she hates, but it looks decent and she can't be thinking about getting into a fight all the time. Allison wouldn't think about her hair being used against her in a fight. All she'd think about is her new husband, which Gemma abhors. It was going to be a long day.

"Let's get this show on the road," she says, gliding past Will and into the hallway. As soon as she's out of the room, Gemma's in Allison mode, her attention solely on Will, a bright smile on her lips. She fits into his side again, their height difference significantly bigger now that she's in a pair of sandals rather than heels, and it's all laughter and fake giddiness until they're down by the pool. Gemma notices that his touch has stopped sending shivers up and down her spine every two seconds; the hotel must have gotten their air conditioning under control. Either that, or she's getting comfortable around Will. She opts to believe in explanation one.

Gemma makes a beeline for a pair of chairs as soon as they reach the pool, eager to put the space between herself and Will while still looking as though she's madly in love with him. It's a repeat of the bar from the night before, with other guests cooing about how cute they are and how in love they look. Just like the night before, Gemma has to fight the urge to laugh at the idea of her and Will being in love. It's absurd, completely and absolutely crazy. They're just really good actors, obviously.

Her gaze scans their surroundings as she settles into one of the pool chairs, picking out targets and exit strategies. She finds the bar tucked into the corner of the pool area, and notices a couple of auction attendees sipping on cocktails. One of them has to go over there, either to listen in or bug them. Gemma reaches for Will's hand, ignoring how warm his palm is against hers, and tugs on it to get his attention. "Babe, why don't you go get me a drink?" she asks, eyes trying to convey what she wanted him to really do.