#bossbich

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@bossbich sent: “send me a scene that happened in canon and i’ll write in detail how my muse felt in it!” bathroom scene 👀

she didn’t come to his bar by coincidence and that’s why he follows her. he trails her by just a few seconds, doesn’t waste time, because he’s so deeply curious. could be business – probably not. elizabeth is slowly figuring herself out, her freedom and the things she’s capable of, and rio is aware he’s a tool for her in that way – he readily accepts this. so he lets her lead. closes the door and leans back against it, static and benign. it’s up in the air and he’s prepared to roll with what she gives him - presumably a desire for more cash or jobs - but instead she wordlessly steps closer. rio isn’t entirely surprised. the tension has always been palpable, not to mention she’s not too hard for him to read. he’s quick to mirror her, stand up straight-backed and nose to nose to match her intention. so that she knows he’s right there with her. still, he waits.

elizabeth isn’t the homely housewife people assume her to be, rio knows this first hand. she can speak for herself and he’s stubbornly keen to egg her into making the initial move. kissing her now would be good, but the anticipation is too fucking perfect to break. and it’s worth it, she turns and lifts her dress and even he’s a little stunned. every move he makes and touch he lays on her is acutely aware of itself. he inhales her hair (no secret he’s magnetized to it), he rips her panties so she’ll have to walk out without them. the second she gives him that go ahead, rio is quick to take the lead and show her what she can do. it’s sex in a bar bathroom and he knows it’s not that deep on a caring about one another kinda dynamic, but he can’t help but be aware of the fact that she doesn’t kiss him. he kinda loves that. next time, he figures.

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‘ without realizing , i find it in myself that i cannot stop thinking about you . ’ (  from @bossbich  )

that stops him dead. rio’s pointed when he turns his body to face her wholly. all right -- got his attention. though he’s not really one to overthink much of anything, he takes a minute to study her face. drink her words in. “yeah?” brow furrows a little with that. the taunt is enmeshed with true satisfaction. “good.” doesn’t really matter if she means it or not, he’s always been prone to play along. the real scheme always comes out in the end. pushing off the pool table, he steps into her, his stare unwavering into her iced blues. head tilts as he pushes some strawberry blonde off her cheek. “-- so, what?”

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‘ i didn’t know . i had no idea how greedy my heart really was . ’ (  from @bossbich​​  )

“everybody’s is,” rio counters, tone level and gaze anchored to the sheets of new funny bills hanging up to dry. he cocks his head, shrugs his lips. “some people are just better at gettin’ what they want.” if there’s anything rio’s sure of, it’s that everybody’s out for themselves. after a beat of thought he lays his eyes on her. it’s not surprising that she’s greedy, but it does continue to throw him how fuckin’ good she is at finessing the system. she’s different. she’s like him. “what’d you think you were gonna do with all that dough? pay a few tuitions and move on? nah,” he sucks his teeth, eyes squinting his a knowing doubtfulness. he’s amused at the thought. can’t walk away after a taste.

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“I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF.” (  from @bossbich​  )

“-- yeah?” the sentiment earns a sidelong glance and an arched brow. rio’s only vaguely skeptical, more prodding than anything. eternally amused by her. his head hangs for a second and then his glass is lifted to his pursed lips. “sure do come around asking for a helluva lotta favors.” problems to be solved, people to be plugged. she’s the boss bitch, yeah, but something tells rio she needs him to play his part, too. he shifts into a marginal shrug, curious and condescending in equal measure. “what happens when you pay off your tab?” could she really hack it without him?

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@bossbich​ sent: “i just want to feel something.”

“— oh, yeah?” he’s only mildly mocking, mouth quirking at the sides. after having emptied beth’s house of every single object she owns, rio hasn’t had much of a reason to come by her house (in fact, it’s another reason not to). tonight, though, he’s expecting her. even had his boys lug the picnic table back into her backyard so he’d have somewhere to sit until she got home from boland bubbles. he leans forward on his knees, sat up on the tabletop with his sneakers resting on the bench. “washing funny money ain’t doin’ it for you anymore?” no secret it’s why this all started. beth can cry about mortgages and bills all day long, but rio’s seen her – really seen her. the woman gets her thrills rolling around in the dirt with the big dogs. “sounds like it’s time to flip your game, ma.”