all that hard glossy armor

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Simone’s moan was a low, husky sound deep from his chest as Elliot’s attention’s grew firmer – the nails in his hair, the tug that followed. He went along with it easily, familiar with her touch by now, the pleasure it could bring.

Her words made him smile into the kiss, lips parting to let her take her fill. Between her mouth and her fingers Simone would have followed anywhere he had lead him towards. Neck flushed and hair slightly mussed, he was sure no one in the club had any question where this was heading, but he still paused to give his men a signal to stand down, keep alert as he retreated. Work came first, after all.

He knew the place well enough to get an idea of where Elliot was leading him towards, door shit behind him as she pulled herself on the table words a daring order that made him smile and laugh softly.

“Your wish,” He muttered, shrugging his shirt off and closing the gap between them, hands on either side of her thighs as he pried them apart making room for himself. “And how may I do that then?” Simone asked, reaching up for the straps on her should to slide it down, cupping the swell of her breast, his thumb pressing down on her nipple over the fabric of her top.

Elliot caught the signal he shot at his men, there was very little she did not catch. But that was between him and his soldiers, they all knew who she was and surely would not risk her wrath by keeping her from what she wanted. Namely Simone. 

She leaned back on her hands slightly, watching as he took off his shirt and let her eyes appreciate the beautifully sculpted lines of his torso. She wanted to drag her nails down his chest, then kiss the faint lines left in her wake - later perhaps. Now, Elliot let him open her thighs and slip between them, her nails playing lightly at his waistband. 

“I know you don’t like that, but guess what? I trust you not to fuck up the rookie too badly, so you get the fun task of taking him with you. Don’t get him killed or do anything I wouldn’t do.” Nik ended the phone call with one of her soldiers, knowing that right now she wasn’t his favorite Capo in the world. But hey, someone had to do the dirty work right?

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she moved to resume her position at the bar next to her current drinking companion for the evening. Flashing a smirk she sighed. “Sorry, just some business to discuss. So where were we?”

Elliot had been sharing a drink with the blonde capo, the only drink she’d indulge in that night, when the other stood up quickly to take a phone call. Smirking, the enforcer listened as Nik ordered around one of her soldiers, simultaneously finding the she used hot and congratulating herself yet again for not having to deal with any underlings. 

“Children being naughty?” Elliot raised her eyebrows, sliding the other woman’s drink back over to her. “Every time I am around you or Simone, I thank whatever is out in the universe that I don’t have to deal with all of that. People are so difficult to control.” 

He shook his head at her, knowing the seriousness of his words had struck her. “I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t know how that affection compares to — that.” He shook his head of the thought in front of her very eyes. He didn’t want to come off weaker than he had already. “Any man to underestimate you is a stupid one.” Chase knew that she could take him swiftly and without thought. He wasn’t intimidated by her but admired instead that she was stronger and smarter than he was. “I know you’d probably be beating something up than listening to me right now.”

~

Some of the tension slipped from her shoulders as Chase reassured her that he wasn’t being forced into anything or in any sort of danger. Elliot took her job seriously, and while she kept most people at an arms length - any slight to any staff was the same as a direct assault to Jackson. 

“Me either,” she shrugged, where as Chase seemed to see this as a drawback, Elliot didn’t really care. “If you want to be in one I‘m sure you can find someone if you really want to.” She realized this probably wasn’t the most tactful things to say and quickly looked away, studying her nails. 

“Anyone who underestimates me is stupid, but it is a fairly useful thing.” She smirked, but then scowled, in what might have been playful if she was capable of any touch of warmth. “I don’t just beat people up, its much more precise and targeted, I prefer to incapacitate them before they can even touch me.” 

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He leaned back, making space for her as Elliot moved onto his lap. Simone’s hands lifted to her thighs, following the line up her waist and when the woman’s fingers slipped into his hair, he moaned at the feeling. Eyes falling closed with one pleased humm he enjoyed the slight sting of pain.  

He couldn’t have cared less where they were, not now. Nosing at the line of her neck, lips pressed into the skin there he chuckled. “You feel like putting on a show then?”

~

His hand’s slide up her figure, almost too soft and Elliot hissed in want. They tended to end up like this, intimacy teetering on the edge of violence. It was the way she liked it, no other emotions but want and pleasure. Simone kissed her neck, his laughter sending electricity across her skin. She dug her nails in deeper, twisting her fingers in his hair to pull his head back to look at her. For a moment, she stared into his eyes, her own flashing wickedly. Elliot didn’t mind putting on a show, to be quite frank she didn’t particularly care about other people. But something like fear prickled along the back of her neck and she thought to the other night, and all the things that could happen in the main area if she were otherwise occupied.

“No,” Elliot muttered, catching his bottom lip between her’s, “I don’t wanna share.” She kissed him again, harsh, then stood up quickly pulling him behind her and off into the area behind the bar where she knew there was a rarely used meeting room for staff. Elliot closed the door behind them and turned, seating herself on the small table and looked at him expectantly. 

“Go on,” she said, “Distract me.” 

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Things were a bit more intense after what had happened, he had known about the vipers existence but didn’t know they were here in Vegas but their calling card wasn’t exactly subtle. Since things had happened he had done some shopping for certain members of his staff—-buying things he felt everyone needed. “Hello Elliot” he said as she walked in, causing him to stand up and walk over to a side table that held several things on it. “Got something for you” he opened a box and presented her with a new handgun. “Serials are scrubbed off of it. Untraceable. Don’t use the one I gave you when you started working in this building—that ones legal". He needed those at the higher ranks of the Aces to be focused on dealing with the issues to come—which needed to not be traceable.

~

One did not ignore summons from the boss, and so Elliot made her way to Jackson’s office as soon as she could, winding through the hallways of this fortress of a building until she came to his office door. She knocked lightly on the doorframe and entered when bidden, following the taller man across his office to a side table. Slipping into that cheshire cat like grin, the enforcer held out her hands like a child at Christmas. 

“A present? My birthday isn’t until January.” Elliot accepted the gun with relish, sliding back the chamber slightly out of habit - she didn’t expect Jackson to hand her a loaded weapon without warning. It felt right in her hand, a nice grip and good weight, she ran her finger over where the serial should be to double check. Lastly, Elliot turned away from the boss and held up the hand gun, testing the aim with both hands, and then with either. 

“Thank you, it’s perfect.” She smiled slightly, and then tucked it away into the inside of her jacket. “Oh, I scrubbed the serial from that one right after you gave it to me, was I not supposed to?” Shrugging slightly, Elliot gathered her dark curls into a high ponytail and secured it, figuring there was more to come. 

Chase huffed over at Elliot. He knew that she was right but god was he stubborn. Admitting it would practically kill him. He sat down after she had shaken his gloves off his hands for him. His sweaty body pointed towards her. “At some point being touched feels more like being forced.” He admitted, the irony fell onto their laps truly. “What’s the best thing you’ve ever hit? What’s felt the best?” He asked with a soft tone before taking a drink of his water. 

~

He huffed over her but Elliot remained impassive, he may have been stubborn but she wasn’t easily pushed away. They’d been around here for nearly the same amount of time, although they’d taken different paths. She watched as he sat down and picked up his water, the scowled at the confession. The enforcer stepped closer and joined him on the bench, her voice low and concerned. 

“Chase, is someone forcing you? You don’t have to be touched if you don’t want to.” Elliot almost took it personally when people ignored the rules. “Or do you mean in a more like, I don’t know, metaphorical sense?” She wasn’t really good at emotions, but she would listen. 

“Probably some arrogant man,” Elliot smirked, “particularly if he’d underestimated me, that’s always satisfying.” 

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Simone looked at her, chin dipped down the expression on his face an answer enough of it self. “I trust they fear me.” He said, then chuckled lightly at her teasing. 

If there was someone he would dispense some amount of trust it would be Elliot, likely, he trusted her skill and that in itself was more than enough. She had her own interests and in that they happened to align, keeping the Aces strong, protected. 

Simone flicked his tongue between the tips of her fingers as she pushed further - a little promise of what he could give if she chose to take then laughed an amused and happy sound. 

“Promise?”

~

“Good,” her eyes flashed, recognizing the danger in his own and how it drew her in. “At least, I suppose it is. I certainly wouldn’t want to be responsible for looking after all your errant children.” Children she said with a smirk, Elliot knew very well all of his soldiers were adults, and likely fairly lethal, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have to deal with them. 

His tongue flicked across her fingertips and Elliot eyes darkened with desire, remembering all of the other delightful things he could do with that tongue. She stood when he laughed, asking her sweetly to promise not to play nice. Crossing to the other side of the table, Elliot settled into his lap and raked her nails through his hair, likely harsher than the other girl had. 

“Do you wanna not play nicely here, where Malibu Barbie can watch?” Elliot’s voice was low, almost husky in his ear, “Or should we not be so cruel?” 

Had he had not been entirely lost in thoughts, Kyle would have seen the woman arrived. His office was one of the rare places where he allowed himself to be distracted, a place he knew was safe. Then again, Sanctum as a whole was supposed to be safe and still, someone got in. A sigh escaped him as he passed a hand over his face, trying to chase away the exhaustion from it.

“You think I’ve been up since then without telling myself that Eliot?” His tone was harsher than he wanted, but the fact that anyone would show here and tell him they needed to do something about the recent events didn’t go well with him. “We don’t even know where to strike.”

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Elliot didn’t have an office, and that was exactly the way she wanted it. Thus, she avoided situations like this where someone could walk in without her wanting them to be there. Besides, she didn’t like to be found. She heard the edge to his voice, but didn’t take offense - she had been sort of blunt and unclear. They were all under a lot of pressure. 

“Sorry,” apologies were rare, but Elliot respected the hierarchy, “I didn’t mean that as a critique, it was an offer.” She took a breath and stepped closer, gripping the back of the chair on the other side of the desk from where he sat. “Does it matter?” The question was tentative, trying to phrase it as a hypothetical, or thought experiment. “A show of force would give more time to root out the parties actually responsible, and we have plenty of other enemies. If it is the work of a yet unknown group, then it might also delegitimize them.” Elliot had slipped into a clinical sort of voice, almost detached the way she’d been trained. The added benefit of this was for her suggestion to seem even more like a hypothetical, or recounting something that worked else where; instead of seeming as if she was trying to decide. Elliot had no desire for that sort of responsibility, thank you very much, especially not after seeing the toll it was taking on Kyle. 

“I’m not going to bother asking if you’ve slept, but have you eaten at least?” She’d softened slightly, a bit of concern for one of the few men she actually found worthy of her respect. 

                    everything happened so SUDDENLY, so much so that it was difficult to even ascertain what happened from the stage. the bright lights blocked view of the crowd, music cutting off just in time to hear that earth-shattering  s c r e a m  ;  not the good kind that usually followed in the nature of such a club. INSTINCTS took over, a mix of needing to protect one’s own safety as well as those she knew && cared about. she was worried, fear ( && deep down, knowledge ) that deep down whoever that scream belonged to was hurt. emerald eyes picked at the crowd as quick feet carried her through the room until stopped at the exit, spotting a familiar face. gaze pointed down at elliot’s gun before meeting her gaze once more, hand up to show she was friendly before eyeing the exit again.

                    “i don’t think keeping everyone locked up in here after all that is so wise. might soon have a riot on your hands.” eloise wasn’t an expert in this type of situation by any means, but it did seem likely. fight or flight — whichever struck first people would want to get out of here. “where did it even come from, do you know ??”

Elliot recognized the dancer quickly and dropped her gun but remained on edge. Most people it seemed were either too stunned to do anything, or thought it was all a joke - someone getting a little too excited and security reacting in an overabundance of caution. Good - let them think that for now, the real story would leak out eventually, and it was far easier to soothe anxious clients later on than deal with a panicked crowd. 

“We won’t,” it was direct, speaking to the competence of Kyle and the security staff, who Elliot had faith in - at least as much as she had in anyone. “Letting them leave will cause more panic, and the story will spiral out of control. Besides, they might still be here where we can deal with it internally.” Her voice was harsher than normal, emotionless and direct, and her eyes scanned the crowd constantly as she reassured one of the few she might actually call a friend. “No, I don’t - I was focused on making sure it wasn’t a distraction for something worse.” She finally stopped her constant movement, and realized that likely most people did not handle situations with the detached clinical way Elliot had been trained. For the first time, she really looked at Eloise. “Are you ok? Did something happen to you?” 

open: to all (let’s establish some connections!) can be as silly or serious as you want!

“are you really bringing this up right now?” chase groaned giving the punching bag one last hit in front of him. the dark haired man looked over to his company. “i have to work in a few hours, i need a clear mind to go and be touched tonight.” to be honest he wasn’t feeling himself, his sex drive hadn’t been being fulfilled and being touched but not pleasured only made it worse. he loosened his gloves on his hands. “help me out will you?” 

~

“Fine, don’t take my advice and get knocked on your ass.” Elliot shrugged, she didn’t much care either way, he didn’t seem like he actually fought often. And ok maybe most people (read men) didn’t like when a woman a full foot shorter than them commented on their incorrect stance. But size didn’t always equal power, he’d fall just as hard, if not harder from that hight. 

“Or has someone already done it, and that’s why you’re in such a mood? Isn’t the point to be touched?” The enforcer shrugged again, but stepped closer and took over the process of removing his gloves with deft, practiced fingers. 

Elliot was a weapon, she was tempered steel that was just as cold as it was sharp. She knew how to get close to people and how to twist in such a way that people didn’t see her coming until it was far too late. She was dangerous, the type of dangerous that Jackson much preferred to be with him than ever against him. She was the last person he would want to end up behind him with a knife, so having her working for him was a very positive alternative. Despite the fact she seemed to actually enjoy killing and destruction she hadn’t crossed the lines to a place where Jackson would have issues. So he let her be, let her do her things the way she wanted, because the job got done.

“I can mention it to Kyle but no promises. He’s in charge of these things for a reason. For me to say anything like that would be undermining his authority which is something I won’t do. I trust him more than anyone else in this world. I promise you, if he had someone that needed taking care of I’m certain he would come to you. But not everyone requires you’re very specific method of taking care of things” he explained. “Fine, i’ll do that later tonight. I know a gambling addict that I’m sure will lose it all and not pay”. 

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There was a deeply inherent danger in Elliot, in what she did and who she was. Dangerous not only for those around her, but herself as well. Revealing too much, showing her full skill set - could have her deemed a threat, and thus a target. While Elliot was fairly confident in her abilities to evade notice and hold her own against those who might want to harm her - it would likely be rather inconvenient. She wasn’t entirely sure Jackson knew all of her capabilities, and she rather liked it that way. Still, Elliot had more than proven her loyalty and what good was a weapon without someone to aim her? 

“Oh no, wouldn’t want to step on his toes, he’s grumpy enough already.” The sweet smile slipped back into a smirk, a much more natural look. Jackson would know she was teasing, Elliot respected Kyle and honestly didn’t envy his position. She had no desire to be responsible for everyone, people were too much trouble. At his promise, she smiled again, looking very much like a satisfied cat who’d spotted a particularly plump bird. “You are too kind, boss. Is he already here? Sometimes threats can be almost more fun.” 

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“Probably.” Simone smiled, mouth tipping into a smirk that was far too easy, far too slick and practiced. She was where she was, who she was for a reason. Simone on other hand had always played catch up - he wasn’t the smartest, wasn’t the fastest. Hell, he was pretty fucked in a fight, so he just made sure he came prepared, made sure he never lost by sheer force of will. “I got eyes for that sort of thing.” He had his own soldiers, men and women that listen his word, loyal to the Aces by extent, same as he.  Simone listened to her talk, saw Elliot’s fingers twitch, switching from drumming a rhythm over the table to circling around the glass. 

 “Of course I am. Can’t you tell?” He laughed. She wasn’t wrong though and it wasn’t something he wasn’t thinking either. Despite his words, he did think about it. A lot. An act like this? They could easily cross out the lesser known players in NY as suspects. Something like this took time and organizing, effort that meant money and guts. This was no petty revenge. He didn’t respond when Elliot continued, knew it wasn’t what she wanted anyway, so Simone just smiled and finished the rest of his drink head tossed back and let himself be a glorified sounding board. 

“Oh yeah?” Her fingers teased along his jaw, across the few days stubble that was permanent on his sides and settled on his chin. “I seem to recall you played pretty well with me.” Simone dipped down, catching the tips of her fingers between his lips, teeth grazing across the skin. 

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“And you can trust them?” Elliot raised her eyebrows. She didn’t trust many people, particularly not to watch her back. There was a reason she did what she did, and did it alone. It served her well this long at least. “But don’t worry, you didn’t notice me because I did not want to be seen.” Elliot teased with a smirk.

Elliot appreciated that Simone didn’t seem to mind if she just talked, and she really appreciated that he did not try to interrupt or give his own ideas. There was a time and place for that, and if she wanted his thoughts she would ask for them. 

“Good - be my distraction.” It wasn’t really a question. Elliot watched as he took her fingers into his mouth and bit down lightly. With an almost taunting smile she pushed her fingers further between his lips, then drew back quickly as if nothing had happened. “Pretty well? I am excellent. But I don’t play nice.”

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An hour, Simone gave a low whistle, but his mouth remained an ever present amused line of a soft smile. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t his favorite mood of hers, not that Elliot came with great variety of those. There was murderous and then there was murderous and Simone knew how to differentiate between the two depending on which end of the gun he happened to be at.

He reached for his drink, shaking his head as she cast hers aside. “Let me guess – still thinking about last week?” His fingers ran down the side of his whiskey, collecting droplets, face dropping in something that was slightly more akin to serious. There was a distinct line between business and pleasure but these days the two often mixed. “You found out anything you wanna share with the rest of the class?”

Elliot’s question made him turn back to look over his abandoned company. “I can’t tell if you’re jealous or looking for a threeway.” Simone spoke, turning to catch her eye. “Either way I’m up for it.” 

“You should be a bit more observant,” the teasing was much clearer in her voice now, and Elliot actually managed a small smile. He hadn’t noticed her because she specifically did not want to be noticed, often the best places to hide were in plain sight. Still, she supposed she ought to be a bit more lenient with him, Simone did not have the same background and training as she did. Elliot leaned forward a bit and traced the rim of her glass with her nail, studying him with that almost too much look of hers. 

“Are you not?” Elliot didn’t expect him to answer. She was a weapon, designed for action and vengeance and violence - she could tolerate inaction when it served a purpose, gathering information or waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But aimlessness was likely to drive her mad. “No,” she huffed in irritation, then took another sip of her drink, perhaps to have something to do with her hands other than drum her nails on the table. “A distinct lack of information isn’t a complete loss, no matter how frustrating. Even nothing can tell us something,” she sometimes got like this, talking through her process to herself more than anything. “But I’ve been staring at the same nothing for too long. I need a distraction.” 

“You know I don’t do jealousy or threesomes,” she leaned across the table and took his chin lightly in her hand, pulling his attention back to her. She did how ever, greatly enjoy these little slights at people she didn’t care about. “I think the phrase used is does not play well with others.”