Disclaimer: I don't own 'American Horror Story' anything related with-to the show, plot(s) franchise or characters. I'm just a fan of the actors and writers' because they outdo themselves each season.
Pairing: James March/John Lowe
M note:This is AU-ish, the characters are likely ooc. I found a bunch of 1920's slang online so I'm totally going to use it-some.
"James Patrick March, I am the owner of the Hotel Cortez. Welcome to my palace." James kisses her hand and Alex is wondering if these two are on their way to a costume party.
"Alex Lowe, John's wife..." The words 'for the time being.' Are left unspoken but it's obvious that is where her next comment would have headed.
"This is Elizabeth, my Queen. She's my wife." James leans on his cane as he speaks, avoiding John's look of realization at being made a fool on their whim.
"Ex- You were never enough for all of this." Elizabeth doesn't mind putting James in his place or on the spot because she has never stringed him along, he knew what he was getting into when he involved himself in her life.
"Ouch dear, your proclamation would have embarrassed me had I bothered to care for your opinion on the matter."
She raised an eyebrow at his sudden boldness, apparently John's presence is affecting James on a cellular level.
How strange...
She's not about to admit it but can't help being a little jealous, he can't just go find his 'one' before she does.
It is not fair.
He's still talking, she had decided to ignore him for a couple of seconds but he speaks a little louder as if wanting to make sure he's heard.
"Why don't you try saying that to those on your seemingly unending list of lovers. I'll bring up the most recent because God knows I've missed more than a couple handfuls."
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Oooho Alex has been married long enough to know that shit is about to go down and that she doesn't want to stick around to hear their argument.
She nudges John hoping he'll take the hint otherwise she'll make the first move.
Elizabeth glares at James, two seconds away from canceling the farce they call 'date night'.
Actually now she's kind of hoping that he does push it. She'd rather spend that time doing something productive, that she actually likes.
Her day would be a thousand times better spent singing effortlessly made up lullabies to Bartholomew.
Now that her mind is on the subject her dearest baby might feel neglected.
"Say, Ramona. Tristan or my personal favorite, Donovan."
She doesn't register the words for a moment but gives them careful consideration and fakes a look of indignation at his acrimonious grievance.
"Leave my creations out of this."
John stares at Alex while wondering if he should just take her hand and walk away because these people are freaks.
"We're perverts." Elizabeth smirked something evidently fake as James looks shameless about his admittance.
"This is like foreplay, only instead of sex-"
"-I ignore him for a couple months."
James noticed the way John relaxed against Alex' touch because her hand is on his arm and James is licking his teeth while mentally saying 'nope, girl you lost your chance.'
"Right, bye." John lights a cigarette and starts walking away with Alex right beside him.
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A couple of hours have past and they're still arguing in the hallway by the time John and Alex get back.
They're in the middle of half caring half not because James and Elizabeth are being unnecessarily loud.
He's still not done putting her on blast and she's not taking any of his shit.
John and Alex are unsure of whom to root for but forget about it a second later because his hands are still on her ass and she's cupping him through his jeans.
They make their way back to the elevator when they remember that they're wasting time watching this when they could be getting back to fucking each other.
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"Yes, I could never compare to your precious Valentino. I know you never cared for Natasha, so I have a gift. Donovan, another. Ms. Evers told me all about it."
Elizabeth frowns, unsure about what he is getting at bringing up her lost love and his wife like that but she's feeling unsettled because he's looking self-satisfied, all calm but smug.
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"I dropped her off at a friend's house, told her she could spend the night." Alex looks over her shoulder at his direction when he hands her a towel."
His boxers hang low for a moment but he pulls them up with one hand as he brushes his teeth with the other then wipes the fog like steam off the mirror.
"Are you planning on staying yourself? It's late, you might as well. I'll take the couch if you want."
"John, it's 6:52. I can't afford to be late to work tomorrow and neither can you so get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." She kisses him slowly as he buttons up her shirt because her arms are around his neck.
Her phone rings and he backs up to put on some loose clothes.
He doesn't plan on going anywhere tonight, maybe he'll just watch a movie then read a book or go to sleep.
"Scarlett called. Saying she wants to go home. That I should order pizza and let her have a sleep over with some friends at home because they live closer."
"Good luck with that." Alex rolls her eyes as he gives her a teasing smile then she grabs her purse.
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"Di mi." James nibbled on his tongue after having lost composure and pointed an accusing finger at his future prodigy and almost lover.
Seriously though, he needs to get on that like today because he's never enjoyed being patient.
John is unsure of what to do because he's just leaning against the door while James looks like he's struggling internally.
"Pardon, I didn't mean to cast a kitten. You see. I should have known better. This was expected John, your quite the sheik. A bunny sure but a hit on all sixes. Of this I'm certain. You're the one."
"One what, exactly?"
"Never you mind. I talk to myself sometimes...does it bother you?"
"No. Should it.." He says the second part more to himself and James demeanor changes slightly, he looks more relaxed as a little smile plays on his face.
"Whatever, come in." John stares at him as he walks past him and takes a seat on the couch.
He had been in the middle of eating some reheated chinese food when Alex left and James knocked.
That was awkward for everyone and he hopes to never relive that again.
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"You want some chow mein? I've got spring rolls and some egg rolls. The orange chicken is right there, the rice is to the right of that. Here's a fortune cookie."
"Thank you." James looks at John as he picks up some chopsticks and he seems confused for a second but grabs a plastic fork and a plate.
"I was going to eat this for breakfast tomorrow but-" he clears his throat then drinks some soda and mumbles the words. "I worked up an appetite."
"About earlier...with Elizabeth..I have some explaining to do, I suppose."
James unbuttoned his coat then leans back on the couch as he eats some shrimp and John gets some hot sauce for his beef and broccoli.
"Alright, shoot."