#jfkpilled

president kennedy as your husband ۫ ꣑ৎ.ᐟ

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ despite how busy he was, jack always made time for you somehow. even if it meant pulling you into an empty hallway in the white house just to kiss you for a few seconds before another meeting.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ he loved hearing your opinion on speeches before he gave them. late nights in the residence would often turn into the two of you sitting together while he read drafts aloud, loosening his tie halfway through when he noticed you getting sleepy.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ jack was incredibly protective over your privacy. being first lady meant the public wanted to know everything about you, and he hated how invasive people could be.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ even during tense political moments, he always tried to keep things light around you. teasing you under the table at dinners, whispering jokes during events, grinning whenever he managed to make you laugh in front of important guests.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ he constantly stole little moments of affection whenever possible. a hand on your waist while walking past, kissing your knuckles during car rides, pulling you closer beside him during long flights.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ even though the sex became less frequent when he got into office, he still takes his time with you, worshipping every part of your body like you're a goddess.

auction! w/ jack kennedy

"$300 going once... $300 going twice..." everybody noticed the strained look on the ambassador's face. he was at table 3, elbowing his smirking son. jack, you remembered. since the appointment of his father as ambassador to the court of saint james, the kennedy family has infiltrated every society page this side of the mississppi. a large, irish catholic brood of children with toothy smiles constantly plastered on their faces. however, only one was present tonight. and he was seemingly responsible for his father's uncharacteristic generosity.

"sold! to ambassador kennedy" the booming voice of the auctioneer interrupted your thoughts.

someone had given jack an auction paddle. and in a room full of important, wealthy people, there was nothing joe kennedy could do when his son started raising it.

jack did not look like he expected his bid to win; his expression displayed a mix of smug, surprised and nervous. whatever, the money is for charity. and his father will get to take home a wonderful 300 dollar tea kettle as proof of his contribution to whatever cause this fundraiser is for.

the auction continued and eventually dinner resumed, but you kept glancing at jack. his table was across the room, granting the perfect amount of inconspicuousness as you observed. the lopsided smirk creeping onto his face as he ignored the paled expression of his notoriously frugal father. the way he nodded along as some old woman talked his ear off, but clearly couldn't understand a word she was saying. the shifting in his chair. fidgety, wasn't he?

as plates were carried away by tuxedoed servers, the 214 guests made their way to the ballroom. the band went largely ignored as men made their rounds around the room, ensuring that everybody who was somebody had been greeted.

camping out in the bathroom was sounding like a pleasing option.

"it looks as though we are the only date-less people here," an unmistakably boston voice came from behind.

you startled, turning to meet none other than the man you had spent half the night thinking about. you could see why society pages love him.

he grinned, "i didn't mean to startle you"

neutralizing your expression, you met his eyes.

"i'm jack" he said, before hastily adding "kennedy"

your name was said in response to his, with some mumbling about being pleased to make his acquaintance. his eyes were fixed on you. were they green or blue?

"i saw your little antics earlier with the auction paddle."

his smirk widened.

"i can think of a few less honorable uses for one," he teased.

maybe he will just think you went overboard with your rouge this morning. faces can easily be red for other reasons, right? someone must have cranked up the heat in the ballroom.

he continued, "i did not think i would actually win that vase-"

"tea kettle," you interrupted.

"yeah. well i just meant to up the ante a bit. play up the stakes. but i suppose there is nothing my father can say about it. it's for charity, after all."

"right. charity."

he laughed a little at that. it wasn't that funny.

"do you want to get out of here?"

you stared.