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When Rick strolled down the dirt and gravel path leading into Belle Reve, wearing his ridiculous church suit that absolutely did not accentuate the width of his shoulders at all, Rev was perched on the high wall next to the main gate and letting her feet swing through the thick humid air. Sunglasses hid her gaze and her head was tipped up towards the endless blue sky, so Rick had no idea that she was watching every moment of his slow approach. The fingers of his right hand were twitching, quick ticking curls, like when he wanted a gun in his hand. Probably thinking of ripping his tie off. Meeting with the big bosses was a hazard of being team leader, and Rev was grateful that she was merely his second-in-command. Tasked with guarding the inmates while he had to defend their actions in the field.
“The hell ‘re you doin’ up there?” The drawled words reached her before he did, and she bit the inside of her cheek to hide her wince. Rick’s slow angry drawl only came out when he was especially pissed, so it must not have been a pleasant meeting. Rev didn’t see what the big deal was. It wasn’t like anyone important had died, and the property damage had been contained. Eventually.
“Just waiting on you, o’ fearless leader.” The usual tease only earned her a very impressive scowl, and she tried not to focus on how Rick’s face was level with her knees. Or how her thighs had parted the slightest bit as he got closer. Or on the way the muscle in his jaw ticked as he looked up at her from between her knees. Fuck it. Thinking inappropriate thoughts about her kind-of boss was pretty much her second job these days. No one should look that good while scowling, just like she shouldn’t think about how easy it would be to sling her legs over his shoulders and pull him in. “What’s a’matter, Colonel? Couldn’t make any headway with the other suits?”
“Classified, Revnic.” She rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see and then bared her teeth in a grin to get her emotions across; shit-damn-fuck, he looked even better with that soft smile bracketed by her thighs. “What did you make today?”
Rev thought of Boomer’s flaming pant leg, Floyd’s screams as Boomer ran after him while yelling for someone to put out the fire, and Harley’s enthusiastic cheering of Boomer’s new origin story for his fire powers. The burns on her palms had healed, but she’d bet Boomer’s left slightly charred nut that Briggs was still crying in the corner of his office. Rev looked away from Rick’s shoulders brushing the insides of her knees and his tempting mouth, found a cloud overhead that looked like a unicorn, and sighed dramatically like a Hollywood starlet looking longingly out of a window.
“Mistakes.” Clearly, making flaming sambuca shots were not on the approved criminal exercises list for a reason. Rev sighed one last time and prepared to face Rick’s wrath at finding the scorch marks inside the prison. On the plus side, Rick looked downright sinful when he was lecturing her. She could probably get him so worked up that he’d strip the suit jacket off and muss up his meeting-combed hair. So she looked down to let her sunglasses slip down her nose and looked him right in the eye as she repeated, “So many mistakes. Fire mistakes.”
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“Goddammit, Rev! How many times do I have to tell you—”
“He only uses my name when he’s yelling,” she thought as the tirade picked up volume. “Fucking glorious.”