𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Around My Waist - 𝐍.𝐃

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer takenbyheartstrings on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/takenbyheartstrings/684295149965246464/nathan-jealous-pleaseeeeee-i-bet-he-would-be-so?source=share

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → jealously, fluff, alludes to sex, a bit corny tbh

Summary → Nate, working a late shift at a packed bar, watches you, his beloved dancing. A guy tries to hit on you, but Nate intervenes.

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Nate's bar was packed. You usually came to pick him up from a late shift, but his manager decided to keep him back to help out with the rush of the night. It was already twelve am and the sound of the club was booming in your ears. Nate bartended at two different bars and this one was the more exciting of the two.

You weren't lying if you said you'd had a few drinks curtsey of your boyfriend - you watched him work. Completely in awe of the way he looked. The way his uniform sits on his body, how his sleeves are pulled up and his muscles pop as he moves the bottle. As he does tricks with the alcohol, impressing all the patrons in front of him.

Nate's eyes met yours over the course of the night, giving you apologetic eyes as a way to continue saying sorry for keeping you here. Even though you declined going home.

The taste of Whiskey was layered thick on your tongue, as you stood up, your feet tingling with the music and your fingers tapping on the beat.

Nate watches you stand up as you move toward the dance floor. He's almost forgotten about the customers in front of him. You're not wearing anything club like. Actually in a pair of combat pants and a tank top. You wear the necklace his brother gave him, next to the engagement ring he also gave to you not too long ago on a mission.

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Your fingers are nimble as you pick the lock of a door, it leads to a security room and Nate stands behind you anxious.

"You almost done, sweetheart?" Nate questions in a whisper.

The two of you are in the desert and this is high-stakes. It's scary, but the two of you are ready for anything. Nate's pistol sits in his hand, and your assault sits on your back. Your lock pick is trying to get in there, but it's harder than you thought. The lock is quite rusted, but it's been used recently. You're tracking down an Ancient Egyptian ushabti and your fourth clue has lead you here.

"Nate, baby, don't rush me." You say, sweat rolling down your forehead as your black tank top sticks to your skin and your combat pants aren't far off either.

He chuckles as his hands slide around yours, "I know I'm supposed to keep watch but, lemme help,"

You roll your eyes, letting him guide your fingers as you pick the lock. It comes undone, letting you know that you've got your way inside, "Always taking the spotlight, I see."

Nate winks at you, sly, "What can I say?"

You shake your glow stick in order to light up the room. You're looking around for a map and you can only figure it's hidden somewhere unseen. The room doesn't have any secret passageways you can see or indicate as of yet, so you're looking around the tables and trying to open chests that are in your eyes view. There are computer monitors on the wall, but nothing's turned on. There's food and guns, so it seems as though you were right about people being here earlier.

"Nate-" You say as you turn around, shining your glow stick toward him and your breath is knocked out of your chest. He's on his knee. He's waiting for your answer, or you're waiting for him to speak. You're not really sure what's going on, "Nate...?"

He smiles, "Baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. This isn't the most ideal time to do this, but I don't think I could've waited any longer. Looking at you, holding you. I've had a tough life, but you just make it so much better. I'm trying to be fast because guys with guns trying to kill us could come in at any moment, but I needed to ask you... will you marry me?"

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Nate!" you scold, "Yes, I'll marry you, but get up, we've got no time to waste." You move closer with a small smile, "But, again, so you get it, yes, I'll marry you. A thousand times over."

A small kiss to your lips, followed by his brother's necklace and your ring with a diamond on the same string.

"Your brother's necklace?" You ask, tears slightly tickle your eyes, "Nate, I can't take this... I can't, I can't, this- this is yours."

"...and you're mine." he smiles, "and I trust you with my life."

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Your body is flowing with the music as Nate is in awe of you, just as you were earlier. The way the light reflects on your skin, the purple and blue hues of the club lights and the slight flash of strobe that hides you for a moment before bringing you back so Nate can breathe again. He watches the way you move. The way your arms lift over your head and the way your head falls back, you're completely at peace with the music. Letting it fill everything inside of you. Letting the music be your one and only comfort because Nate isn't there to move with you.

Then Nate swears he could almost break a glass. He sees some guy on the edge of the dance floor watching you as he Nate does. As he watches his fiancé dance, this asshole eyes you in the same way. His eyeballs move down your body, landing on the way your ass moves. His eyes move over your tits, watching how they have a bounce as you dance.

How he's stalking closer towards you, ready to place his hands on your body and start moving with the music with you. Ready to grind his body against yours - he thinks he can do it better than any man on earth. But he can't. He can't do it better than Nate can.

Natw's quick to leave the bar. Not caring if anyone should steal the drinks he was making or alcohol straight from the bottle. There was a pit in his stomach, twisting and turning as he watches the man walk closer and closer to you.

... and he beats Nate.

His hand slides around your waist and you're quick to bounce away, "What're you doing?" You ask, your words are slightly stirred.

"I'm trying to dance with you." The man tells you, moving his hands back to your waist, but not before Nate slides his hands around you, "Who the hell are you man?"

"Her fiancé." Nate states, sizing up the man, with you on his arm. But he doesn't budge. Nate's eyes get darker as the man refuses to move.

"Where's her ring?"

You take note of his question and lift up his necklace that sits around your neck, "It's because I'm an explorer. He doesn't want me to loose it, not that it's any of your business." You speak, burying yourself into Nate's chest.

His grip on you is tight, and the other guy just scoffs, "Whatever man."

He leaves the two of you alone and you turn to Nate. You're not totally drunk, just a little tipsy. But your head still spins.

"Were you, jealous?"

He shrugs, holding up the guys watch, dodging your question, "How much do you think we could pawn this for?"

Nate walks back to the bar and you follow him laughing, "Ohmygod! You were jealous!"

Nate turns to face you, his eyes deepening in colour, "I wasn't jealous." A hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "But if I was hypothetically, what would you think?"

"I'd think you need to get off shift so we can go home and I can show you there's nothing to be worried about." You lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

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