There’s something about you in one of his shirts that drives Jubal a little crazy. He’s not sure if it’s the way you wear nothing underneath, save for a pair of black panties, the fact he can see the dark silhouette of your nipples through the fabric or it’s because you wearing his shirt is a stark reminder that you’re his, that you’ll always be his.
Today though it’s a problem because you’re currently in the JOC liaising between his team and Remy’s and Jubal, he can’t take his eyes off you because you’re wearing his blue shirt, the one that makes your eyes spark just right when he presses you into the mattress.
You’d gotten in early this morning from Pennsylvania, there had been no time to stop at home for a change of clothes, so you’d grabbed a quick shower in the locker room downstairs, borrowed his spare shirt instead. Your hair is still damp, tied back into a mess bun as you stand in front of the screens listening to Remy talk, the pencil you’re holding tapping almost manically against your arm.
“What do you think Jubal?” You ask, your voice breaking through his thoughts, bringing him back to room.
“You know what I think.” He bats back at you, crossing his arms over his chest because this, this is exactly why the two of you don’t work together anymore. You’re a distraction, a beautiful, wild one that managed to capture his heart all those years ago.
“I do.” You say with a knowing look and he feels the heat start to raise in his cheeks. “I really do.”
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Were they still keeping secrets or outright lying? Y/N didn’t know anymore, they had been doing it for that long. They had met 5 years ago, during a conference on human trafficking, and the rest is history. Stuart was working out of the Boston Field Office at the time, and Y/N was the ambassador for the Irish embassy-- who had been in the states for a few months. They had gone out for drinks after the first day ended to talk, as Y/N had gotten a Masters degree in psychology with a focus in human trafficking survivors.
After the pints kept coming, their conversation migrated from professional to personal. Then it led to them waking up in his hotel room naked the next morning. Not feeling ashamed, Y/N had ordered them coffee and was sitting out on the balcony in his hotel bathrobe when Stuart woke up.
“I am surprised.” He stated, voice husky from sleep.
She looked up at him, calmly taking a sip of coffee. “What surprises you this early in the morn?”
He took the seat next to her. “You are still here, most don’t stay.”
She raised her eyebrow at him. “You do this a lot?”
He shook his head, taking a long sip of his coffee. “Not anymore. I am actually looking for something more… serious.”
She smiled. “Me too.”
The rest was history, I guess.
For the next two years, they would rotate making trips out to visit the other as he had to go back to Boston and she was working at the NY embassy. They kept things a secret, so that neither of their governments would think that they were sharing national secrets. It wasn’t until they had gotten married, three years in, that anyone had found out about their relationship. Y/N had decided to apply for dual citizenship with her permanent residency being in the US. Stuart had just been transferred to the New York Field Office, so Y/N had taken it upon herself to get them settled into their new Brownstone.
She hummed as she stirred the beefy stew, music playing in the background. Y/N placed the lid on her pot as she turned the temperature down on the stove. Now, it just needs to simmer. She thought, moving to take a sip of her wine.
“I am guilty about everything I eat…” Y/N sang softly as she made her way into the living room. Stuart was supposed to be home any minute and she wanted to be there to greet him as he walked through the door.
Stuart limped as Jubal helped him up the steps of his brownstone. The hospital had given him some pain medication, so he was a little out of it. So out of it, he forgot to mention that he had a wife and that he had not told her anything that happened. Jubal wrestled the keys out of Stuart's hands, as he was struggling to get the key into the lock.
“It’s going to be okay, Scola. Let’s get you inside.” Jubal muttered, trying to get him into the open door. As Jubal led Stuart through the door, a delicious smell hit them full force.
Stuart sighed, happily. “MMHM. She made her famous beefy stew..” He rubbed his growling stomach.
Jubal frowned. “Who?”
Stuart shot him a wide grin. “My wife! I have a wife and she is a fantastic cook!”
“You have a wife? Since when?” Jubal asked, looking around the entryway.
Stuart giggled, which drew the attention of said wife, “We got married last year. She is a fiery firecracker with biiiiiiiiig boobies.”
Y/N gasped as she stepped out of the living room. “STUART SCOLA!”
Jubal blushed, trying not to look up from the floor.
Stuart grinned, happy to see his wife. “Y/N! My love!” He moved to hug her, but was quickly denied which caused him to pout.
“What in the bloody hell happened to you? And we are going to have to talk about how you describe me to your friends, love.” Her tone was both irritated and worried.
He looked down in shame. “I am sorry, lovie. I got shot on a case and they gave me the good pain medication.” He yawned, rubbing his eyes like a small child.
Y/N sighed, not being able to stay mad at him. “It’s okay, sweetie. Let’s get you into the guest bedroom, can’t have you walking upstairs right now.”
“Will you stay with me?” He asked, sounding like a sick child.
Y/N nodded. “Yes, love. I just have to turn the stove off.” She turned to Jubal, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway. “I am Y/N, Stuart’s wife. You can come in, I will make you a takeaway container of stew for your trouble.” Her accent thickened as Stuart leaned into her.
Jubal tried to deny it, but Y/N shot him a look that almost made him shit himself. “I will not take no as an answer.” She muttered, leading Scola into the downstairs guest room.
After she got him comfortable, she moved to lead Jubal into their kitchen. “I am sorry you didn’t know about me. We’ve been keeping our relationship a secret.” She stated as she pulled out a large Tupperware container.
He shrugged, “Everyone has secrets.”
She froze as she scooped the first spoonful into the container. “We’ve been doing it for so long that it is natural for us not to say anything to anyone. Even after we didn’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”
“Why’d you have to keep a secret anyway?” He asked, hoping that he didn’t sound nosy.
“I was working for the Irish embassy, when we first met. They have this stupid rule about having relations with the citizens of wherever we are working.” She placed the lid on top, before moving to place a couple of crusty bread in a baggy. He nodded in understanding. “I left the embassy after receiving dual citizenship, to open a private clinic for human trafficking victims.”
His eyes widened. “Serious?”
She nodded. “Yup, Stuart actually suggested it.” She slid the container and baggy across the counter to him. “He is real supportive like that.”
Jubal grabbed onto the warm container, “I am learning that about him.”
She smiled warmly at him. “There is so much to learn about him.” She lead Jubal back to the front door, wanting to show him out. “Thank you for bringing him home.”
Jubal nodded and left.
“Hey!” Y/N called as he made his way down the walk away.
“Yeah?” He asks, turning to face her.
“Do you mind keeping this a secret?” She asked, pleading with her eyes.
He nodded with a small smile on his face, getting into his SUV without saying anything more.
Now. She thought, closing the door. Time to take care of my high husband.
tfw you’re already having to reconsider your sexuality bc you started fucking one of your coworkers but his friend who agrees to talk to you about it is stunning
and now you’re like oh no, do i prioritize my sexuality crisis or the crisis about coming between these lifelong best friends
(robbie’s face more or less stolen from this photo on flickr)
