#some of the words Ely traced on Nate’s wrist before he caught on were: love; Nathaniel; hello; library; book; attention; agent

[thelionheartedo3]

found me a lover

summary: Nate's tried to keep Ely's first Agency social gathering as smooth and unstressful as possible. He just hadn't thought she'd have plans of her own for the night.

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!Detective

rating: explicit. 18+ only, minors do not interact.

wc: 6.5k

Despite the familiarity he’s tried to provide, and the length of time they've been at the event, Ely’s still attracting her fair share of attention amongst the gathered supernaturals. Plenty of them come up to them to chat and ask questions, and while Nate makes most of the small talk, Ely chimes in here and there with comments of her own, her thumb continuing to smooth over his skin. It takes him in between one brief conversation and the next pause when they're left alone, empty wine glass passed off to a waiter, to realise that Ely's thumb is tracing more than just random patterns. She's tracing letters against him. He tenses, ever so slightly, looking down to her. She says nothing, her eyes skimming the crowd, but a sly smile curves her lips. H-I, she draws along his pulse.

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