A/N: This is just a little self-indulgent fic I’ve had in mind for a while, featuring the man Choices for some reason will not let me marry ;-; (unless there’s gonna be a Heist Book 3: Wedding Edition?)
Entry for the @choicesnovemberchallenge
Prompt was ‘Alcohol’
Niles Edison x F!MC (Lee)
Rating: Alcohol/Minor Adult Themes
Summary: The crew celebrate their last night together after a successful heist, and Lee wonders what the future holds
After the initial thrill from seeing the enormous pile of bills, the crew separate into different places around the suite to chat, reminiscing on the heist and some already making plans for a future job. Lee watches the group fondly, Eris by her side, the pair sipping on some cocktail Eris invented containing far too much alcohol. Across the room, she sees Tillie gesturing animatedly as she tells some story to Niles and Rye. Niles catches Lee’s eye, and the corner of his mouth twitches into what almost passes as a smile before he looks away again. This didn’t go unnoticed by Eris, who elbows Lee in the ribs and mimes blowing a kiss. Lee rolls her eyes and sips on the last of her drink, fighting a smile of her own.
“Any plans for tonight then?” Eris pokes at Lee, still grinning. “If there’s anyone you were planning on getting some alone time with, tonight’s our last night together.” Her voice almost trails off at the end, the realisation bringing a sombreness to their conversation.
“Only for a little while, E.” Lee avoids her question, stirring the ice in her cup with the straw. “No rest for the wicked, huh? I’m sure after the heat has died down a little Rye will have something planned.”
Eris gives her friend a look, not breaking eye contact with her as she takes a long drink. Lee refuses to meet her eyes, searching the room for anyone besides Eris or him. She knows Eris won’t stop until she admits to her midnight trysts with the thief but it’s something the pair had agreed to keep between themselves. It’s the sort of thing that would have altered the group’s dynamic, and a change like that could throw the whole job down the drain, not to mention the inevitable teasing. Eris, of course, had figured it out one night after the Lee and Niles had returned from a spontaneous late-night heist of their own and ended up pressed against the wall outside the safe house in a heated exchange.
Lee sighs and rolls her head to look at Eris. “Look, I don’t really know what’s happening, ok?” She passes her empty glass to Eris. “But whatever it is, I promise I’ll tell you everything,” she pauses for a second. “After all of this is over.” With that, she walks over to the collection of alcohol they’ve amassed for the occasion, and pours herself a simple yet strong mix.
Several cocktails consisting of too much alcohol later, Eris is still pestering Lee for details, stopping only when someone walks too close, or to make another drink. “But surely,” her words are almost slurred, and she blinks more slowly than usual. “Surely he’s good right? I mean, he has a kid. That means he’s gotta be good. You have to tell me something.” She pleads, pouting when her friend won’t share the details. They tell each other everything! It’s not fair!
Lee rubs the bridge of her nose, and inhales through her teeth. She knows Eris is just looking out for her, but after nearly two hours it’s just a little bit annoying. Time to put her to bed. ‘Maybe also time for bed too.’ She thinks, almost stumbling as she stands and pulls Eris to her feet. Rye notices them, and moves to take Eris’ other arm, helping Lee drag her to her room.
“Drunk?” He raises an eyebrow in Lee’s direction as they approach the door of the suite. The crew all have rooms nearby, and luckily Eris’ isn’t too far.
“Nah. Just a little bit buzzy,” she smiles. “Definitely not as drunk as this one anyway.”
Eris mumbles something at the pair as they reach her room, pulling the hotel key from inside her bra. Lee stifles a laugh at Rye’s amused expression, looking thankful Eris was coherent enough to unlock her own door. They tuck her in, Eris giving Lee a wink as they head out of her room.
“Think I’m gonna turn in too.” Lee says, after they close the door. Truthfully, she doesn’t quite want to return to the room without Eris to be a distraction, even if she was driving her up the wall. Rye nods, and after a brief goodnight, they head in opposite directions down the corridor. Lee is almost at her door, when she feels a familiar presence behind her. She smiles to herself, not saying a word, but entering her room and leaving the door to close behind her.
When she doesn’t hear the door click shut, she huffs a small laugh. “Not staying at the party?” She asks, turning around to face her shadow.
“I’m not exactly one for parties,” Niles smiles softly, letting the door fall shut behind him and slowly crossing the room to where she stands. “Besides, the party left when you did.”
Lee scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re such a charmer.” She hums, closing the gap and raising her face to his. “But that works for me.” She presses their lips together, tasting the whiskey on his tongue and resting her hands on his waist. The buzz in her head intensifies when she feels him push her backwards, her back connecting with the wall. She slides her hand up his shirt, feeling his breath catch when she rakes her fingers gently down his chest.
Niles deepens the kiss, his fingers ghosting across her cheek, down her neck, against her ribcage, along her thigh. Lee is sure he can feel her heart beating against her chest, her pulse pounding in her ears. He stops just short of the hem of her dress, his kisses becoming teasing, pulling her leg up to wrap around his waist as they press against the wall.
She opens her eyes, blinking twice to adjust her vision, and tugs on his silver hair to disconnect their lips. His head tilts slightly, gaze darkening as she grinds their hips together in a slow movement, her leg resting at his lower back and holding them together. They share a heated glance before reconnecting, more intense than before. At this point, she isn’t sure how much of the dizziness in her head is alcohol and how much is the desperate need she feels for the man before her. She feels his fingers squeeze gently into her thigh as he pushes his own between her legs, pinning her between him and the wall.
His glasses dig slightly into the bridge of her nose as they kiss, so Lee pulls back ever so briefly to slide them off and unceremoniously drop them onto the dressing table. She feels him smile against her, before he returns to his usual, more serious demeanour and pulls them back together. The kiss becomes more heated as time passes, until Lee’s legs are practically numb. Eventually, Niles falls back separating them only slightly, still holding her in place between his chest and the wall. A comfortable silence hangs between them as they catch their breath. Several seconds pass, before Lee steps forwards and joins their lips together again, walking backwards to her bed and pulling him down on top of her.
Few words pass between them that night, and even fewer the following morning. Neither are sure what the future holds, whether they’ll meet again after the crew go their separate ways later that day. But until then, Lee is content to rest in Niles’ arms. A very successful heist indeed.
I'm imagining Quick with an English accent especially after he was saying "bloody" and calling my MC "mate". It's kind of uh... sexy? (But not in an icky daddy kink way) I'm sorry
