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You weren't sure what possessed you to ask Gator Tillman of all people to accompany you to your family gathering. But they had been asking you day in, day out when you would be bringing a boyfriend with you, your sister was married, your brother had his pregnant girlfriend, and they absolutely loved to remind you of it.
So, that led to now, with Gator standing next to you with a wine glass tight in his hand, and a fake smile plastered across his face as he spoke to your grandfather about crops. Of all things. Gator's hand lay on the small of your back. You hadn't asked him to do any more than accompany you, but he had taken it upon himself to act the part, he held your hand as he walked you to the front door, he guided you around the room with his hand on your back. He'd even made up an overly romantic story about how he asked you to be his girlfriend, one that involved chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne.
It was pissing you off.
It was beginning to feel less like he was acting the part, and more like he was making fun of you. Detailing all the romantic things that had never happened to you. Painting a picture of a life and a relationship that was out of grasp, just to rub salt in the ever growing wound.
“...If you think that was romantic, you should just wait till you see what I got planned for puttin' a rock on that finger.” He laughed, the noise was fake, but seemed to convince your father, who joined in with his laughter.
“Oh I ain't say that out loud, did I?” He grinned, winking at your father who shook his head and chuckled again.
He glanced down towards you as he noticed your shoulders tense, his fingers pressing into the small of your back as if to ground you, but it only made things worse.
“Excuse us.” You said, taking his hand and pulling him from the party, up the stairs towards your designated room for the night.
Your father smiled, and shook his head fondly. “Ahh. Young love.”
“The hell are you doin’?” Gator said, gesturing his wine glass that had miraculously kept hold of all of its contents as you dragged him up the stairs. His eyes locked on you as you slammed the door and moved to your overnight bag, lifting it and dropping it on the bed. Singular. It hadn't occurred to him before that your family would obviously expect you to be sharing a bed.
“You're getting on my nerves.” You mumbled, rummaging through your bag.
Gator's eyebrows furrowed, and he gestured vaguely, irritation flaring in his chest. “I'm gettin' on your-” he cut himself off and sucked his teeth. “M’here doin' you a favour, an’ you're gettin' all pissy about it.”
You glared at him, straightening up from the bed and crossing your arms. “Oh you're doing me a favour are you?”
“What else would I be doin'?” He gestured again with his wine glass. “Over here actin’ like you didn't ask me to come pretend to be your little boyfriend for the night-”
“Well I didn't ask you to embarrass me.” You cut in, swallowing thickly in the silence that followed.
“What are you talkin' about? I'm not embarrassin’ you?” His eyebrows creased further as he set down his wine glass.
“You're down there naming all this ridiculous romantic shit, when you damn well know I've never had any of that shit happen to me.” You snapped, your chest rising and falling a little quicker than before. Gator's eyes widened, his eyebrows softening slightly as you continued. “You're just going around spouting out all this… stuff that I'll never have. All this unrealistic, romance movie shit.”
Gator watched you, he didn't speak, just kept his eyes on you as you went back to unpacking your bag just so you didn't have to look at him.
“I mean… you think I'd have had to ask you to come do this if I had anything like that going on? Like, it's embarrassing for me. Being the only one without anyone, and then here you come, mocking me by being this, over the top, show off asshole.” You continued, forcefully throwing down your pyjamas on the comforter.
“I'm an asshole?” He asked, his mouth twitching at the corner as you finally looked up towards him. “That's hardly fair.”
“That's what you're gonna take from that.” You deadpan. He inhaled slowly, and stepped towards you, rounding the edge of the bed until he was standing in front of you. Close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him.
“No. That ain't what I'm takin’ from that.” He murmured, lifting his hand to brush a lock of hair that had come loose during your aggressive unpacking back behind your ear.
His hand didn't drop, it lingered by your face, his knuckles brushing your cheek gently. Your heart skipped a beat, thumping irregularly in your chest.
“What are you doing?” You asked, the words coming out of you in a rushed breath.
“Was hopin’ you'd asked me for a reason.” He hummed, his palm resting against the side of your neck. “That after all those times you caught me starin’ across the pen, you finally got the fuckin’ hint.”
He didn't give you time to respond before he was leaning towards you, his lips caught yours slowly. They were rough, and chapped against your own. Your hands lifted to your sides uselessly as you inhaled sharply, finally closing your eyes as you registered the taste of wine, and tobacco, and something purely Gator underneath it all.
Your hands finally settled on his shoulders as he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he backed you towards the bed. He fell down over you as you landed with a huff, all the air rushing out of your lungs. You giggled slightly at the noise you made, and in return, he let out a breathy laugh against your mouth before pulling back to look at you.
“You're still an asshole.” You muttered as you looked up at him, the few strands of hair hanging free from his slick back. He rolled his eyes.
“Ain’t ever claimed otherwise, sweet.” He leaned back down but you lifted a finger, placing it against his lips. He frowned.
“Still a whole party going on downstairs.” You said
“Fuck ‘em.” He said, leaning back in, but groaning when you pushed him back up again.
“Gator.”
“Fine.” He huffed, standing up and grabbing your hands to pull you up with him. “But we're makin’ proper use of this thing later.” He said, kicking the leg of the bed frame.
“Gator!” You scoffed, your eyebrows shooting up in shock. He grinned, and shrugged nonchalantly.
“What?” He said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “S’a big bed. Lotta room.”
“Oh my god, come on.” You groaned, tugging him by his shirt, he willingly followed you back down to the party, his hand against your back settling into something less practiced.
When the party was over, Gator had you pressed against the mattress underneath him, his lips and hands exploring your skin. Your legs around his waist, his breath hot against your neck. Your back was arched, your chest against his, his fingers in your hair as he kissed you deeply, pouring everything he hadn't been able to say into the kiss, into his movements, into the way his hands delicately skimmed you.
After, you lay against his side, his fingers twisting in your hair as his mouth rested against your forehead.
“I think I were a pretty good fake boyfriend.” He mumbled, and you let out a soft huff before lifting your head to look at him. He smiled as his eyes traced your face.
“You were alright. Six out of ten.” You grin, biting your bottom lip.
“Six?” He raised his eyebrows, sitting up slightly. “Nah I'm takin' that personally, sweet. I can do better’n six.” He said, rolling to hover above you again.
“Prove it.” You smiled again, welcoming his lips back against yours as he intended to do just that.
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