Drabble: For Emma-mun
Who: Emma/Ric
Where: Possibly team_x also possibly AU
Prompt: a mission/assignment/training assignment <-- I don't know if this meets the requirements???
Rating: PG13
Because icecoldwit asked for this so nicely and who am I to turn her down? ❤
~*~
He's only got three more turns to take before he hits the access tunnel to the elevator. The first two turns are devoid of life, only scattered corpses and pools of blood which Ric leaps over, but on the third turn, Ric nearly runs smack into a security guard. Only diving right, as the guy swings to his left, and bouncing off of the wall stops the inevitable from happening. The pounding music of the club is louder here and Ric can see the elevator at the end of the corridor. He’s so close now to freedom and there are no more bullets in his gun so he’s got no other options other fight or flight.
"STOP," the guy yells as Ric drops to his knees and slides across the floor. There are going to be some interesting bruises developing in the next few days but still, he’ll worry about that later.
That flight instinct has always been stronger in him.
Jabbing at the keypad Ric ducks as a bullet ricochets off of the wall above his head, as he scrabbles for a gun off of one of the corpses. He strikes lucky and raises the weapon, firing twice and watching with a sick sense of satisfaction as the security guy drops dead.
“Julio?” The earpiece crackles into life and he jabs a finger in his ear before realising it’ll be covered in blood. Wrinkling his nose Ric steps into the elevator, hits the buttons and waits for the doors to close before he responds.
“We’re good, on my way up.” Stripping the blood covered gloves Ric folds them in on themselves, shoving them into the pockets of his overalls that he’d slipped on over the top of his X-Men uniform. “Thanks for clearing the path for me by the way.”
“You took your time to respond and no problem, wouldn’t want you getting hurt now.” Smirking Ric kicks off the overalls and flexes his arms as the elevator comes to a halt. The uniform keeps him safe, protected from knife and bullet wounds but it’s also not exactly subtle in a club, so Ric is more than thankful when the doors open to reveal Emma in a skimpy white dress and killer heels. “Did you get it?”
“Sorry beautiful, I was a little distracted and yes, safe and sound.” Stepping out of the elevator Ric presses a kiss to Emma’s cheek as he takes the bag hanging from her index finger and rummages for his casual clothing whilst slipping the disc he retrieved into the ample cleavage that Emma has on display, his fingers lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. “Do you doubt me doing my job?”
“Not at all, but we all know how easily distracted you can get and how mischief always finds you dearest.” The tone is teasing but Ric knows better than to rile Emma when she’s a woman on a mission and she’s right. He is rather known for causing chaos or getting distracted by something shiny and/or pretty.
The elevator opens out into the storage room so there’s enough privacy to afford Ric the chance to strip off his uniform and slip a black shirt on and dark blue jeans. Tucking his gun into the back of his trousers he adjusts the belt as Emma straightens the collar of his jacket and wipes at something on his cheek. When they look suitable presentable Ric backs Emma up against the nearest wall, one hand in her hair and the other skimming up from her knee to press eager finger against the curve of her ass. He kisses he soundly, smearing her lip-gloss and letting his hands wander freely as they make-out like teenagers. Eventually though he back off, thumb swiping along her lower lip and giving her a lazy smile.
“Watch your hands next time Julio.” Emma’s trying to straighten her dress as they leave the storage room but Ric bats her hands away, arm slung around her waist, keeping her close and grinning a little too brightly at the security guards as they wave him through with a roll of their eyes. Obviously they’re accustom to couples slinking off and taking advantage of the privacy of the storage areas. The music is loud, club heaving as the bass pounds so hard that the floor vibrates and it takes your breath away. Bodies sway beneath multi-coloured lights which flash on and off.
“Sorry Emma, just trying to make it look good for the cameras.” Heading for the exit Ric interlinks Emma’s fingers with his own and leads her down the steps of the club. They lingered for long enough, chatting idly with each other as they waited for a cab. The aim was to be specific, but not memorable, just blend in and be average. Easily forgettable but leave enough of an impression, that someone will just write you off as some nobody. It was made all the easier though by Emma and her ability to manipulate what specific people would remember.
As the cab approached Ric held open the door and slid in alongside Emma, door slamming shut as the vehicle pulled away from the curb. They just had to get back to the safe house, deposit the disc and then they could leave. All in a day’s work.
Where: Possibly team_x also possibly AU
Prompt: a mission/assignment/training assignment <-- I don't know if this meets the requirements???
Rating: PG13
Because icecoldwit asked for this so nicely and who am I to turn her down? ❤
~*~
He's only got three more turns to take before he hits the access tunnel to the elevator. The first two turns are devoid of life, only scattered corpses and pools of blood which Ric leaps over, but on the third turn, Ric nearly runs smack into a security guard. Only diving right, as the guy swings to his left, and bouncing off of the wall stops the inevitable from happening. The pounding music of the club is louder here and Ric can see the elevator at the end of the corridor. He’s so close now to freedom and there are no more bullets in his gun so he’s got no other options other fight or flight.
"STOP," the guy yells as Ric drops to his knees and slides across the floor. There are going to be some interesting bruises developing in the next few days but still, he’ll worry about that later.
That flight instinct has always been stronger in him.
Jabbing at the keypad Ric ducks as a bullet ricochets off of the wall above his head, as he scrabbles for a gun off of one of the corpses. He strikes lucky and raises the weapon, firing twice and watching with a sick sense of satisfaction as the security guy drops dead.
“Julio?” The earpiece crackles into life and he jabs a finger in his ear before realising it’ll be covered in blood. Wrinkling his nose Ric steps into the elevator, hits the buttons and waits for the doors to close before he responds.
“We’re good, on my way up.” Stripping the blood covered gloves Ric folds them in on themselves, shoving them into the pockets of his overalls that he’d slipped on over the top of his X-Men uniform. “Thanks for clearing the path for me by the way.”
“You took your time to respond and no problem, wouldn’t want you getting hurt now.” Smirking Ric kicks off the overalls and flexes his arms as the elevator comes to a halt. The uniform keeps him safe, protected from knife and bullet wounds but it’s also not exactly subtle in a club, so Ric is more than thankful when the doors open to reveal Emma in a skimpy white dress and killer heels. “Did you get it?”
“Sorry beautiful, I was a little distracted and yes, safe and sound.” Stepping out of the elevator Ric presses a kiss to Emma’s cheek as he takes the bag hanging from her index finger and rummages for his casual clothing whilst slipping the disc he retrieved into the ample cleavage that Emma has on display, his fingers lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. “Do you doubt me doing my job?”
“Not at all, but we all know how easily distracted you can get and how mischief always finds you dearest.” The tone is teasing but Ric knows better than to rile Emma when she’s a woman on a mission and she’s right. He is rather known for causing chaos or getting distracted by something shiny and/or pretty.
The elevator opens out into the storage room so there’s enough privacy to afford Ric the chance to strip off his uniform and slip a black shirt on and dark blue jeans. Tucking his gun into the back of his trousers he adjusts the belt as Emma straightens the collar of his jacket and wipes at something on his cheek. When they look suitable presentable Ric backs Emma up against the nearest wall, one hand in her hair and the other skimming up from her knee to press eager finger against the curve of her ass. He kisses he soundly, smearing her lip-gloss and letting his hands wander freely as they make-out like teenagers. Eventually though he back off, thumb swiping along her lower lip and giving her a lazy smile.
“Watch your hands next time Julio.” Emma’s trying to straighten her dress as they leave the storage room but Ric bats her hands away, arm slung around her waist, keeping her close and grinning a little too brightly at the security guards as they wave him through with a roll of their eyes. Obviously they’re accustom to couples slinking off and taking advantage of the privacy of the storage areas. The music is loud, club heaving as the bass pounds so hard that the floor vibrates and it takes your breath away. Bodies sway beneath multi-coloured lights which flash on and off.
“Sorry Emma, just trying to make it look good for the cameras.” Heading for the exit Ric interlinks Emma’s fingers with his own and leads her down the steps of the club. They lingered for long enough, chatting idly with each other as they waited for a cab. The aim was to be specific, but not memorable, just blend in and be average. Easily forgettable but leave enough of an impression, that someone will just write you off as some nobody. It was made all the easier though by Emma and her ability to manipulate what specific people would remember.
As the cab approached Ric held open the door and slid in alongside Emma, door slamming shut as the vehicle pulled away from the curb. They just had to get back to the safe house, deposit the disc and then they could leave. All in a day’s work.