#tenna.defernull

Tenna is soooo easy to rile up like this. He's already looking at you and paying attention anyway. All it takes is a satisfied groan when you sink into a chair, stretching to let him steal a look at your shirt riding up, an admiring comment; he's putty in your hands. He feels so bad for it too, like a dirty old man, creeping after someone far out of his league. His antennae always swivel to you and capture your voice, your smell, your laugh. Tenna plays them back when you're not there.

And that's just when you're not trying to give him material! Every conversation, every touch goes right to his circuits and he's horrible at hiding it. He blushes and squirms under your smile, always letting hugs or handshakes linger, stumbling over his feet to get to you when you call him over. You're his favourite employee, and it's so painfully obvious.

Which makes it even weirder when Tenna pushes you away, out of nowhere. There's none of his usual blow ups or dramatics, he just slinks away from your presence whenever possible. If you want a conversation with Tenna about anything, even if it's work related, suddenly you have to corner him. You and everyone else assume that you've done something, pissed him off so much he doesn't even want to talk to you long enough to fire you. His tight posture and cagey responses, the way he stumbles when you're mentioned in conversation.

What no one knows is how Tenna actually feels about you. He runs and locks himself in his dressing room/office like the coward he is, unable to look you in the eye anymore. Somewhere between the office parties and "Mr. Tenna" rolling so easily off your tongue he's started to lose control of himself. He stares at your hands and your lips and he aches, obsesses over the difference in size between you when he rests a hand on your shoulder or back. He can't hug you anymore for fear his pants will betray him. Tenna sinks further into his chair as he palms himself and replays memory after memory.

The shame no longer stops his shaking hands from undoing his belt, or from whimpering your name when he finishes. He always lights a cigarette after cleaning up, reclining back in the chair and dimming his screen. As his circuits cool he imagines you still, your head on his chest as you lie on top of him. Your skin bare and warm against him, almost like a hug. Sometimes he even hears you passing by, talking. He knows your footsteps too, but he basks in your voice when he can get it. So close and yet so far from the real thing.

Null is... prickly. You're so annoyingly perfect for him, and you're always showing it off like you don't know it. It pisses him off how efficient you are, how easily you slotted into the spot he needed you to fill, how perfectly content you are about the whole thing. You call him sir and trot after him wherever he goes, unless he sends you away. And you go when he says too, with a quick "yes sir", never protesting. Every time he hears your footsteps behind him he has to resist the urge to spin around and tackle you to the floor. He wonders if you'd still call him sir then, in your sweet, scared voice. Would you fight him off? Or would you follow his orders to stay still like you follow all the rest?

The first idea is so unreasonably hot. He's all business, and even if you had been dating for a long time this would still be scary. Null loves the studio, but he isn't as attached to it as Tenna. He brings you to a car you've never seen before and drives with you in the back, unable to see out the tinted windows. He ignores all your questions except to tell you to shut up, this is for your own good.

He pulls you out next to a dingy government building in a part of the city you've never been to. There's nobody else around, but Null pushes you inside before you can double check. All the papers are already filled out, you just have to sign. There are two shadowguys on either side of you, serving as witnesses. There's only one man behind the counter, an employee who looks clammy and treats you with utmost respect.

If you sign, whether willingly or out of fear, nothing else really happens. Null snatches up the certificate and leaves everything else in the hands of the worker, then pulls you back out to the car. He makes small talk in the car now, but doesn't talk at all about what just happened. After Null parks back in the studio he leads you inside, but pauses halfway across the lot. He pulls your much smaller hand into his and slips a gold band onto your finger, perfectly tailored. Then plants a searing kiss right onto your mouth, grabs your ass, and storms off without a word. He ignores you the rest of the day but your new wedding band thrums on your finger, almost sparking every time you look at it.

If you protest or resist though... that's when the gun comes out. The shadowguys grimace but don't move to help as Null gets closer and closer, towering over you with a small hand pistol dangling from his fingers. Small by his standards, of course. He's almost casual about it, never quite pointing it at you as he suggests you reconsider, for your own good. The man behind the counter looks like he's just realised he's out of his depth. Better sign the papers...

Small bonus thought of mine: how about Null hypnotising you into signing? Or planting the suggestion in your mind for months, until one day he slips it into casual conversation and you agree. If you're difficult he can just have you under until it's all over. You look so sweet, laughing in his lap, your free hand intertwined with his as you sign your life away to him with a dopey smile.

The secret shotgun wedding is really good too! It's all filmed on location, at sunset on a gorgeous beach, with only the bare minimum amount of people there. Both you and Null are dressed perfectly for your roles, all dolled up, a little dishevelled. He digs his claw into your waist as you sign the "fake" wedding papers with your own name. Strict orders from him, so you wouldn't "hesitate and ruin the shot."

The camera gets it all, especially the part where your character proclaims that now you and him are joined forever. And then Null pulls you into his arms and dumps you into the copilot's seat of some fancy convertible, and he jumps in right after. The last of the footage he receives only a few days later shows you both waving to the camera, driving off into the sunset. The perfect take.

As for the "honeymoon"... yeah you're right, it's just a business trip. Null will probably force a booking error so you have to share a room, or something equally slimy. He purposefully booked the flight right after the wedding shoot, so you barely have time to drive by the hotel and grab your bags before the flight.