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You loved how unconventional he was socially speaking, if you’d put him in a room full of extroverts he’d stick out like a sore thumb— Completely out of his element. And that’s how you found your way in to his life; by him being the usual mystery that he is. Sparked up a conversation with him at a bar and bam, you were completely enthralled by his short yet intriguing answers. Above all, his distinct sense of humour, It made you smile. Despite being the polar opposite of him, you managed to win him over somehow.
When he wasn't "hunting down bad guys," as he put it, he had a normal married life, two years to be exact of pure domestic bliss with you. He insisted on taking more breaks and stressed the importance of not missing out on you or any other more important aspects of his life. Every time he said it, you got butterflies in your stomach.
“Do I have to wear anything special?” you looked over at him with unease in your eyes, you wanted to make a good impression.
“It’s just a dinner, y/n.” The blond man timidly smiled at you from the bed he was sitting on. Observing how much of a wreck you were trying to pick something out from your closet.
“I know! But what if your boss doesn’t like me—“ You flung your hands in the air as your back faced him and you shuffled yet again through the mountains of clothes.
You then heard a chuckle and a heavy set of boots approaching you, your neck immediately getting goosebumps as he lazily laid his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his muscular arms all around your chest— keeping you in a lock.
“I like you, ts’ all that matters.” he mumbled, closing his eyes and swaying back and forth with you.
You scoff, a blush pooling your cheeks. “I hope so, we’re legally bound. No take backsies.”
“You’re my husband. He’ll have to swallow it.” he mumbled.
“Does he know?” you questioned, “Also, don’t say that phrase.” you blushed.
“That i’m married? yes. Why? Did I say something wrong?” he teased, tightening his grip around your hips.
“Court…I swear to god…”
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The restaurant was fancy alright, you felt like you just entered some rich people event. Chandeliers everywhere, long staircases, it didn’t even seem like a restaurant. You finally settled on a simple tux with a bow and Court well, he wore something completely eye candy. A red suit with a white dress shirt underneath, you were trying your best not to stare but it was beginning to be impossible.
As you approached to what appeared to be a circular table, you saw a man with white hair and beard, roughly maybe in his 60s. He was sitting next to a black woman— you assumed they were both his associates or bosses? Either way, your nerves started rising and you didn’t know yet how you were going to act around them.
When you approached the table with Court at your side, he instinctively pulled a chair out for you and you immediately went red in the face but sat regardless and mumbled a shy thank you.
“You know a hello would be nice, Six.” the white haired man gazed at Court about his usual dry behavior.
The two in front of you didn’t stop staring and sported the biggest of confused faces on this planet. Court rolled his eyes and took a seat right next to you.
“Boss.” he nodded his direction, “Boss.” he looked over at the woman.
They both nodded back with a certain level of stiffness while trying to figure you out and not looking at Court. Court of course took notice of them staring at you like statues and cleared his throat so they would shift their gaze.
“Fitzroy…” he looked at the older man, “this is Y/N. Cahill… this is Y/N.” he then looked at the woman with a slight smile.
“Yes- Hi.” You stumbled over your words, stretching your arm over the table and taking their hands in for a shake.
“Y/N…nice to meet you, although i’m a bit confused not going to lie.” Fitzroy chuckled a bit.
Court shifted in his seat, scooting himself more in to the table and at your side. Placing a warm hand on your nerve ridden thigh that was under the table as some sort of emotional support, he could see how nervous you were.
“…about what?” Court said nonchalantly, raising his eyebrow at him.
“I thought you said you were going to finally bring your spouse, let her have dinner with us.” he took a sip of his wine cup on the table.
“Fitzroy…” Cahill said lowly, looking over at the unaware man with a knowing look that only screamed ‘you’re a dumbass.’.
“What?” he nervously laughed, “Why did you bring a buddy over?”
At this point you didn’t know if you wanted to run out or scream.
Court laughed for the first time, but it wasn’t a joyous laugh it was a bitter sarcastic laugh.
“You’ve been on this field for decades and you can’t tell what’s right in front of you?” Court slid his hand from your thigh all the way to your hand and brought it up on the table, clasping his fingers through yours, laying it on the table and showing the man the ring that lived on your ring finger for two years now and then his. Still, as he laid it there he didn’t let go and held on to it proudly.
“Oh-“ Fitzroy gasped, “Ohhhhhh. I’m so sorry about that, you see i’m an old timer and I easily miss modern…traditions. That’s my fault.”
“Yeah this is my husband. Not my buddy, not my friend, my husband.” Court fiddled with the ring on your finger.
“Honest to god, I didn’t mean to offend.” He put his hands up laughing.
All the while you couldn’t help but have the biggest cheesy smile on your face, he really just went all out without any shame. Not that he ever had any when it came to you, but it always made you swoon. Court looked over at you momentarily and sent you a sly wink before opening the menu.
“Fitzroy has nothing but bolts in his head. Shake it hard enough and you’ll hear them clashing against his skull.” Cahill said in a sarcastic tone.
You couldn’t help but lightly snort, “I wouldn’t be too harsh, im sure it was a simple mistake.” you tried to be as understanding as possible.
“I need to know something though, how do you deal with the number (Court)? How did you tame such a nonchalant machine?” Cahill continued with curiosity.
“ha. Well, I don’t think it has anything to do with me mam-“
“Don’t be silly.” Court spoke up, “I’m like a lovesick puppy— it’s bad.”
“I always knew you were a softy on the inside. Those blue icy eyes don’t fool me.” Cahill laid back on her chair.
“Tell me about it, had to hold him while I showed him Lion King for the first time.” You looked over at him, he was beet red, trying to hide his face behind the menu.
“OK- OK stop it. You’re ruining my carefully built reputation of a tough guy.” He said lowly, but you could tell he was smiling.
“My niece would agree, she cried during Lion King— begged me to watch it with her about 300 times.” Fitzroy finally chirped in after his embarrassment earlier.
“You have a niece?” you said with a smile.
From then on everyone got pretty relaxed and everything went smoothly, all the worries you had melted away and Court made sure of that. By either massaging your back, your thigh, grasping your hand on top of the table with no care in the world. You were over the moon.
As you were both about to leave, split checks to pay with the other two and finally said your goodbyes, Court instinctively held your hand in his and guided you out, with no worries, no rush. No matter who was staring. As you both stood outside you shivered as a cold wind hit your figure, making your teeth tremble.
“Want my suit?” he asked with worry and didn’t even wait on a response, immediately laying his red suit over your shoulders.
“All this PDA…” you mumble, turning red.
“What?” he scoffed, “I can’t love my husband in public?”
“No, it just…even after two years, it makes me feel like i’m dreaming.” you look away from his soft gaze.
He walked in front of you, wrapping his suit more tighter around you. “That’s my plan, sweetheart.”, he leaned in and pressed his soft lips against yours.