Amerigirltn Tumblr prompt: An Agent Grantham prompt: Mary and Matthew have to go undercover (literally?) as lovers.
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Agent Grantham vs. the Fake Boyfriend
"Why are you wearing that?"
Mary looked down at the t-shirt she'd nicked from Matthew's case, her legs protruding from beneath it.
"You're supposed to be my boyfriend, so why wouldn't I wear your shirt to sleep in?" she questioned, settling on the corner of the bed. Matthew rolled his eyes. "What? It's part of my cover!"
"Well, it hardly covers a thing," he retorted, eyeing her bare thighs. "Plus, I only brought one, so what am I supposed to sleep in?"
"That's not my fault," she replied, climbing under the covers.
"Yes, it is-it's entirely you're fault," Matthew said huffily. He sighed, tugging off his shirt. "I suppose I'll just have to sleep naked."
"You have pants! I saw them in your bag," she objected, pulling her eyes away from his well-defined chest. He slipped out of his trousers and she covered her eyes. "I saw pajama bottoms in there."
"But you're my girlfriend," he said, struggling to say the word through his laughter. "That means I don't have to wear pants, doesn't it?" He slid into the bed beside her and Mary pulled away, afraid he was actually naked, but not sure since she hadn't opened her eyes.
"Relax, I have pants on," Matthew said.
"I don't trust you," she retorted, still closing her eyes.
Matthew grabbed her hand and she struggled to pull it from his grip, horrified as he put her hand on his hip.
"Thank God," Mary sighed, opening her eyes after touching the cotton of his underwear. Matthew rolled his eyes dramatically.
"It wouldn't against our cover if I slept in the buff-actually, it would be rather appropriate," he replied with a smirk, snuggling under the covers. "What if someone burst in here? Or there was a fire and we had to evacuate the building?"
"Then I would push you into the fire," she retorted, pulling the blanket up to her chin as Matthew flicked off the lights, laughing loudly.
"Well, goodnight, sweetheart," Matthew said.
"Do shut up," Mary entreated. "Hey, stay on your side!"
He'd rolled toward her, his bare leg touching hers. "It's part of the cover," he whispered through the dark.
"I'm going to strangle you with that pillow case," she retorted, kicking his leg away.
"You will not," Matthew murmured, smoothing his hand over her hair. "What if someone comes in?"
"Then I'll kill them right after I kill you," she said, shoving his hand away.
He laughed again, rolling back onto his side. "Fine. Sleep tight."
Mary lay silent, her eyes on the dark ceiling as Matthew fell asleep, her heart racing while the spot where his toes had brushed against on her leg feeling as though it were on fire.