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new year, new chapter - we're so back and having to write actual plot because I am my own worst enemy.
gif by @emziess
Warnings: River is in the trenches and trying to flirt, very British references, Lambdish alert (yes Tumblr has got me on board with that one) fem!reader, reader wearing a dress
River did not sleep last night. Or not very much at least. The dreams he had became so inappropriate, he simply decided the best thing to do was just sober up and make a game plan for today. So he sits at his kitchen table, trying to not think about you at all, bar in a purely professional and business sense, and fails miserably at making any sort of progress. He couldn’t forget your face in the lamplight. Despite all his intelligence training, he was never that good at reading signals. There was a moment, where it looked like maybe you wanted him to kiss you, but then you looked very scared and ran away. What the hell did that mean?
He has no answers, but when he arrives in work, he is at least comforted by the fact you look almost as tired as he feels. You are both holding identical pink bags of pastry and cups of coffee. You stare for a moment before both laughing.
“Well, I could do with two cups of coffee anyway, so that works out.” You say, placing the bags on the table. “So, what’s the plan River?”
“Well-” He opens his mouth when Catherine comes in with a stack of papers.
“Here are the-” She starts to announce before looking at both of you. Her eyes squint, just a little, before pursing. She looks like she’s assessing something. “Council tax files from 1956 -1957. You know the drill.” She turns and leaves.
River looks at you.
“What was that about?” He whispers.
You shrug.
“I don’t know. Whatever it is, I bet her and Jackson will be gossiping about it later.”
“What?”
You stare at him.
“Come on. Those two definitely have some weird sort of vibe.”
“Standish? And Lamb? Did you get concussed at some point yesterday?”
“Just trust me. I’m not sure what their relationship is, but it’s definitely something intense and potentially co-dependent.”
“I don’t want to imagine it.”
“Me neither.”
“So what’s the plan? We need to figure out what this ball actually is, and ideally get an invite.”
River sighs.
“I know where we can get that info.”
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The two of you sidle up into Roddy’s office.
“Roddy, we need your help.” You ask him.
He doesn’t even look away from his screens.
“You know the price.”
You look at River. He looks back at you in disbelief. You keep looking at him. He rolls his eyes and gets his wallet out.
“And what do you two actually want?”
“We need to find a ball in the Kensington area. Happening tomorrow night. And we need to get on its guest list.”
“Can you give me any other details?”
“We think James Webb is on the guest list. Although he may be under the name Thomas Crown.”
Roddy turns to look with one raised eyebrow.
“That’s not an easy task, you know.”
You see River reaching again for the wallet, but you push it back down. Instead you walk over and lean on the desk a little, close enough that Roddy “I thought you were meant to be the best of the best, Roddy.” You tilt your head at him, pouting a little and leaning a little closer.
He squints a little at you.
“Yeah, obviously.”
“So surely this is a walk in the park for someone of your skill level.”
“I mean, yeah.”
“So the normal price then?”
He does not move but when River places the first note down, he waves his hand to signal you both to shoo away. You both slink back, up the stairs.
“Nice negotiation. Good work.” River whispers, leaning closer than anticipated and he swears for a moment he sees you shiver, just slightly.
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The day passes and the two of you barely get any work done. But it’s almost enjoyable. You make jokes with each other and make drinks and you actually have your lunch in the break room with River, much to River’s surprise.There is another quick glance from Catherine but you both try to ignore it.
It’s almost five when you get a message from Roddy to come downstairs.
“It’s a Masquerade Ball for some kiddy cancer charity. I’ve got you the invites as the heiress to a smoothie company and her husband that she’s definitely cheating on because he has a small penis.” He slides a pair of fake IDs to you.
“What?” River exclaims. “Where would you even input that information?”
“Thanks Roddy!” You grab the IDs and grab River’s hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
He looks at the two of you with disgust.
“Please don’t tell me you two are hooking up.” He turns to you. “If you want a real man, let me know.”
“Why, do you know any?” You ask. River stifles a snort. As the two of you return to the office, you start packing up already.
“What are you doing?” River asks.
“Surely we are heading out now? Especially if we’ve got to get ready for a black tie ball. Do you have a suit?” You ask him.
“What kind of question is that?”
You keep staring at him.
“Yes of course I have a suit. Jesus, what do you take me for? Luckily, I keep it in the boot of my car for emergencies.”
“What emergencies, River?”
He waves the air.
“These sort of ones, obviously. The more pressing question is do you have a gown?”
“Yes of course I do River, don’t be stupid.” This makes River wonder what he actually knows about women, but he doesn’t have time to linger on that question. “I’ve also got some masks at home, luckily for you.”
“Masks?”
“Because it’s a masquerade ball? And will help with being less obvious hopefully.”
“Right, of course. I can drive us to yours first.” He remembers last night, and judging by the look on your face, he thinks you remember it too. But the look vanishes and you become composed again.
“Yes, of course. I’ll meet you downstairs!” You ask River and he nods, watching you leave. He turns out to pack his bag, when he hears a familiar croak behind him.
“Remember what I said Cartwright.”
“Lamb?”
“She’s a good administrator. No funny business.”
With that Jackson goes back upstairs. River is wondering what he could be referring to, when he sees Catherine follow up behind him, glancing away from River.
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River is in the backseat of the car outside your building, trying to put his trousers on without anyone noticing and thinking he’s some sort of pervert. As he tries to wiggle ever so slower to pull them up, he wondered if he should have just asked to come inside. But you had been quiet the whole drive over here, which gave him the suspicion that you were nervous again. He didn’t want to get you any more nervous for tonight, so here he was wiggling in slow motion, when he hears a gentle knock on his car window.
You wave through the condensation and he opens the door.
“Oh, er, am I interrupting something?” You avert your eyes away from him.
“Sorry I was just trying to get this on. There’s not much dignity in the backseat of a car.”
“Tell that to the guy I lost my virginity to.” You say and River’s head whipped around. Your eyes widen as you realise what you’ve said. “Er, forget I said that.”
“I don’t think I ever can, sorry.”
You groan and slip into the seat beside him. He can see a sliver of red velvet from under your big black coat and your face looks different, your makeup glittering slightly under the light. There is a lush scent of something flowery and elegant around you now and River hopes he is not inhaling too deeply to be obvious.
“Shall we go?” You remind him and he snaps out of his stupor.
“Yes, lead the way!”
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You hop from foot to foot.
“River, can you just park the bloody thing already? It’s freezing out here!”
He finally turns the engine off.
“I take pride in my car you know. I don’t want any idiot dinging it.”
He goes to step out when he notices you’ve taken your coat off. Not only that, but you’re in some incredible red velvet gown that looks like it’s folded to your body somehow. Do all women have dresses like this?
“Cartwright, you’re staring. Is it that bad?”
“Huh, er, no, not at all. The opposite actually. Where the hell did you get that from?”
“Charity shop. I’m just hoping no-one there is well versed in Dorothy Perkins.”
“Well I’m not, if that helps.”
“It doesn’t.”
River scoffs at this.
“Why did you take your coat off? You must be freezing.”
“I did tell you I was cold when you took forever parallel parking. But also rich people don’t wear coats, because they are driven or flown everywhere.” He looks at you. “I’ve watched Succession, okay?”
“Whatever you say boss.” He notices the goosebumps on your arms. “I am genuinely worried you’re going to catch something though.”
He wraps an arm around you and rubs your arm with his bare hand. It’s almost burning to the touch, and his head hovers dangerously close to your cheek.
“Is that better?” He asks in a low whisper and you shiver again. “Clearly not.” Before you can say anything, he uses the arm to pull you into his chest, wrapping you in both arms and rubbing your back. “How about now?”
You look at him, outlined in a mix of cold blue and orange streetlights.
“Yeah, that’s good.” You manage to croak out. You go for a moment to lift a hand up, to touch his cheek, when a car drives past and honks at the two of you. “We should probably go inside, right?” You ask him.
His eyes have a look you can’t quite discern.
“Yeah, probably.”
And with that, he lets you go, but just as you feel the cold again, you feel a warm palm slip into yours as you are dragged down the road into the swankiest hotel you’ve ever seen.
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