fists for hire.

        samira shrugged. she’d been paid. but not enough to follow-through if her first attempt didn’t do the job. she wet her lips and stuffed her hands in her pockets, brow furrowed. truthfully, this had never happened to her before. she was always very effective. she’d never seen anything like this before. “sorry.” an apology. for ruining her dress. and for stabbing her. “someone paid me. you pissed ‘em off somehow, i dunno. call me little again though an’ you’re gonna have another hole in your dress.”            this was, decidedly, the weirdest job she’d ever been on. she didn’t even mind that she couldn’t complete it. “who are you, exactly? what are you? ‘ve never seen anything like that before.”

            damien moreau was on the floor with a broken finger and he still seemed to think that he had some sort of upper hand. samira wrenched back his middle finger until it cracked for good measure. and then she shoved him aside as she let him go. “i ain’t lettin’ you go ‘cause i believe your threat, moreau. it’s ‘cause i like these shoes an’ i don’t feel like gettin’ your blood all over them. you best believe that ‘f you start comin’ after me an’ mine, ‘specially my thief, ‘m gonna wear somethin’ i don’t mind gettin’ bits’a you all over.” she stepped back and rummaged through her coat for her cigarettes, fitting one between her lips. “fuck off before i change my damn mind.”

            at least gwen liked it that she was forward. samira didn’t really know another way. she saw someone she liked and she had to make it known. her smile quirked a little more. gwen said off duty wasn’t a set schedule so she absolutely had her handcuffs. which felt like, at least to samira, that her rather forward advances were being accepted. she wet her lips a little. and finished her drink.                 samira chuckles, a real, genuine chuckle. she’s sure she’s on plenty of warrants. she was just glad that gwen hadn’t seen any of them. “you eat just plain cheese pizza?” she shook her head in amusement. “i’m with you about th’ anchovies though.” they definitely don’t belong on pizza. she grinned and slipped off her stool. “come on. lets get outta here and talk a little...” she extended an arm. gwen was tall. very tall. and she liked that quite a lot. made things interesting. 

        gwen’s fingers were in her hair and mira grins against the soft skin of her inner thigh. her breath is warm against the most sensitive parts of her girlfriend and the resulting moan is absolutely heavenly. her tongue sneaks out again to delve into her sweetness, an amused chuckle vibrated her lips. samira nosed at her before looking up at gwen from between her thighs. too good at this? hardly. samira just wanted to show her a good time. this relationship was by far the best, most exciting one she’d had in some time. and gwen deserved to be treated right. “what, you want me t’ stop?” she chuckled again, resting her chin on her hip for a moment so she could get a good look at her. “damn, i could listen t’ you make that noise all day long...” samira nipped at her hip just once before sliding back down tease her lips with tongue and gentle teeth. maybe she just will spend all day making gwen tremble.

           “mmhn. no. you didn’t wake me up or keep me up.” samira tossed her hair over her shoulder and offered gwenyth a wide smile before leaning over to kiss her cheek. “’m a light sleeper. i was already awake ‘cause the door was banging across th’ hall. you just looked stressed.” she pushed her fingers through gwenyth’s hair and offered her another smile before kissing at her shoulder. “i was just wonderin’ ‘f i could help de-stress...?”

          “you’re absolutely right, i fuckin’ missed you.” samira’s fingers curled a little tighter into her jacket and grinned against gwenyth’s lips. she stole another little kiss and then kissed at her chin, fingers snaking their way around her shoulders as she bumped up against the wall. samira’s fingers curl together rather smugly. “you already gave me cardiac arrest lookin’ so damn good... you can definitely put me under arrest. i ain’t gonna complain for one second.”

           ‘feisty’ he says and samira hates him so much more. and then he has the gall to threaten grace? the fucking nerve. samira blinks a few times before she moves, hands shooting out to secure around damien’s wrist. she kicks at his knee and twists damien’s arm behind his back. the first digit she’s going to focus on is damien’s pointer finger. samira bent it back until it cracked and moved to focus on his next finger. “it’s super cute that you think you can threaten me, damien moreau. i’m gonna break all’a your fingers. then who’s gonna pull the nasty little strings t’ hurt my thief, huh? certainly ain’t gonna be you.”

        samira’s smile was a knowing one. “you look like a cop tryin’ not to be a cop. i get it. ‘s hard t’ walk away from the job. just hope you didn’t leave your handcuffs behind.” she shot her a wink, a teasing little thing. it was mostly a joke. mostly. samira did plan to bring her back home for a nice pizza though and maybe some good conversation. or something. that’s how that worked, right?             her smile only grew. she was good. very good. probably knew where in texas she was from too. probably knew all kinds of fun things about her that samira rarely told people to begin with. “let’s call it hired security and driver. but i haven’t done anythin’ to warrant getting arrested yet. which is good. because i like you. and i wouldn’t wanna break outta prison for talkin’ to you.” so. she wasn’t afraid to get arrested. not tonight. because gwen was just her type, it seemed. she ordered herself another old fashioned and recrossed her legs, appraising gwen for a moment. “we don’t gotta talk about work though. i’d rather we didn’t. why don’t i finish this drink and we can get a pizza  an’ get to know each other a little better? i got a real nice hotel. the boss is footin’ th’ bill... what’s your favorite pizza topping?”

            “mhn. no.” damien is testing her, it seems. samira waits only a moment, for damien to get comfortable, before she swings that fist right at his jaw, putting all of her weight behind it. “see, i ain’t gonna take a job from someone stupider’n me. which you clearly are. i said back the fuck off.” and he hadn’t listened. so he clearly didn’t see her as someone to take seriously. which made him stupid. and samira made it a point to actually listen to eliot. he was a good guy.

             “so you brought them here?! c’mon grace, really?!” she’s not going to punch him. but she is going to get ready for a fight. the one that grace had dropped off right at her door. “go siddown.” put him in time out while she deals with this.