#24110

    Another nightclub, great. Where did Felix even find this place? We were here to meet with some drug lord. Apparently he had pissed off some powerful people and they wanted us to take care of it. They stressed the part where it had to be discreet. So Felix was posing as a potential client and me and Locus were stuck on the bar posing as a couple. Our part was to act as surveillance and wait for Felix to give us the signal that the job was done. All he had to do was get the guy by himself and kill him. Mason couldn’t make it, something about his wife wanting to visit her parents. Loser. A lucky loser but a loser nonetheless.

But back to us, sitting at the bar. Locus had ordered us drinks, getting a French 75 for himself and an espresso martini for me. Other than that he was acting very closed off and I was growing bored of trying to talk to him only for him to brush me off. 

Some couple we were being.

So I decided to try my luck on some poor soul. Maybe I can get lucky tonight. I will not deny that I am decently attractive, I don’t care if that sounds vain. I know my worth. I could probably pull most people I set my eyes on for the night, so why did my brain decide Locus [who was the definition of stoic] of all people, was the most attractive fucker on this planet. It’s not like he was my business partner or that he has gone out of his way to save my ass on a few missions. Or that he makes me feel safe and brings me food if he learns I haven’t eaten.  

No, Not at all.

And it's like the gods heard my thoughts because I feel a man slide up next to me. “What's a pretty thing like you doing here?” There's a slight slur in his voice. I look over and he’s mildly handsome. Not my usual type but I can make it work.  

“Oh you know, I wanted a little fun and decided here was the place to find it.” I made sure to look him up and down and bat my eyelashes. I heard a low grunt from Locus, probably telling me to knock it off and focus. 

“My name's Brandon but you can call me yours tonight.” he said as his eyes drifted down towards my chest. Men, they're so easy. I was about to respond when I heard Locus get up and begin to leave. It couldn’t have been Felix Because he was supposed to walk up to the other side of the bar and radio us. I not so secretly watched him as he walked towards the restrooms. This Brandon didn’t see as he was signaling the bartender. I couldn't hear what he ordered but the bartender poured two shots immediately. He handed one to me and I’m not about to turn down free drinks. So I knocked it back and smiled at him and he smiled back. I had realized there was something unnerving about it. We had barely talked and the vibe was just not right. Maybe he was just desperate for some and was playing it up. And I was bored so I let him talk. 

It wasn’t till he put his hand on my leg and tried to slide it up my thigh when I decided to stop him. “Look love, I’m not feeling the same spark you seem to be.” I say as I grab his hand and remove it. His face twists into a look of annoyance. Part of me was kind of wishing Locus would come back or Felix would finish before this could escalate. But I decided that I’m just gonna let this play out; although Locus would tear me a new one for causing a scene, Felix is gonna get a kick out of this one. 

“Oh come on sweetheart, you said you were looking for fun. Well, fun is right here.” he said, reaching for my leg again. I intercepted his hand before it could touch me and that's when he got angry. Grabbing at my shoulder hard he was borderline yelling as he said, “You have some audacity to come into my club and try to turn me down after I bought you drinks!” 

He started to say more when a black gloved hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him backwards forcefully. The hand belonged to none other than Locus and he looked pissed. 

“I suggest you rethink your actions before you speak to my girl here again.” 

His Girl? Oh I liked that.

“Well your girl is a whore” the fool spat out.

Well, that was the worst move possible.

Locus without a second's hesitation whirled him around and punched him right in the face. Now that was hot. Just after that I see Felix walking towards the bar, looking bewildered. The idiot was on the floor and I noticed a crowd had began to form so I grabbed Locus’s arm before he could swing again. “We should probably get out of here” I said as I motioned towards Felix who was still looking confused. 

Locus looked at me and then at the man on the ground and just sighed. Looking at Felix I began towards our exit. I waited in the car for a minute before they both came out of the club. The air was tense. Felix however decided to ignore that and relayed the details of what happened with the drug lord. The job itself was a success. Now all there was to do was to collect the money and move on to the next. 

Felix had found us a semi-nice hotel on the city edges a few hours earlier. Felix decided he wanted a separate room but neither me or Locus can sleep in a room by ourselves. Always needing backup just in case. So we parted with our goodnights and went to our rooms. He hadn’t spoken to me since the club and the silence was killing me. And then the most cliché thing happened, we got to the room and there was only one bed. Just great. This is what we get for letting that rat book our rooms. It seemed to be king size and there was a reclining chair next to the desk. We looked at each other, as if we were coming to some agreement. The bed was big enough to share and still have space.  So we stepped in and sat our bags down. 

Silently he headed straight for the bathroom with his night clothes and when he came back out I did the same. Digging through my bag I realized I had forgotten shorts out of all things. So I decided to grab a pair out of his bag. We shared clothes all the time so it's not like it will matter. I had just walked out when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” Ah, so he hadn’t lost his voice.

Warring with myself I decided to just speak the truth and end this little dance. “Why would that have made me uncomfortable? Honestly it was kind of hot.” I said walking across the room to turn on the tv. When I got no reply I turned around to see Samuel Ortez, The Locus, one of the most feared mercenaries, blushing. His face was a dark crimson as he looked at me. Holy shit. That's cute. But why, I’ve always been blunt when it came to feelings. Especially when it came to flirting with him. 

“What is this? I mean, what do you want?” He said, gesturing to the space between us. It feels like I’m dreaming. He doesn’t do the whole feelings thing. This is so out of character but I’ll be damned if I let it slip away. 

Grinning, I began to walk to him. He leans back slightly and I take that chance to slide into his lap. He tenses up and I begin to think I’ve gone too far when he slowly sits his hands on my hips. Like he’s afraid I’ll shatter. If I wasn’t in love before I am most definitely now. Pulling his hand to my lips and kissing the now bruising knuckles. “I thought it was pretty clear on what I want,” I uncurl his hand and press it to my cheek, “I want you. All of you, even the most brutal parts.” 

He locks eyes with me, then looks down at my lips, then back at my eyes. I start to say he can when he just does it. His lips are surprisingly soft and I can still taste the liquor on him. I could kiss this man forever, I've decided. He pulled back for air and just looked at me. There was nothing to say because nothing had felt so right before. Just to be in each other's arms. Eventually I slid off him and he made a small noise of disapproval. 

“Relax, I’m just turning off the light.” I said, doing so while he got under the covers. Walking back to the bed he pulled me back into his arms. And that's how we stayed till morning.