Stay Decent
pairing: rick flag x reader
warnings: none.
word count: 1.2k
summary: keeping your relationship hidden from the team can lead to arguments--fun, staged arguments.
"Pardon me," You exclaimed, reaching out to lay a hand on Mrs Abrasio's upper back as you passed her, slyly snaking the other into her purse. In the crowd of rich donors chatting amongst themselves, you managed to snag both her cash and her notepad from her purse in a second without being caught.
"Excuse me," She replied sweetly. "I shouldn't have been standing there, my apologies."
"No worries, ma'am. I really like your dress by the way!" You complimented her with a smile before continuing your walk outside to the van where Rick and the Squad were waiting for you.
Before Task Force X left Belle Reve, Waller decided that the best bet would be to send you in alone, not to draw suspicion. Events like these were dangerous--full of shady, wealthy people who may easily recognize somebody like Harley or Blackguard from previous encounters. You, on the other hand, wore a mask when you committed your crimes before Belle Reve, making you the sole candidate for this mission.
"Y/n, if I don't hear an update in the next three minutes, I'm coming in," Rick's voice cut in over the comms. He was in the front of the van, tightening the black tie around his neck as he prepared to rescue you when there was no reply to his warning. Just as he began opening the door, though, you stepped out with a deep sigh.
"Sorry I couldn't answer. Too crowded in there--someone would've noticed me talking to myself," You said as soon as the door shut and it was just the two of you outside, chatter from within the ballroom muffled now.
"Thank god," He muttered, loosening the tie before removing it completely. "You got what we needed?" The two of you walked back to the van, Rick standing unusually close to you.
"Yes, Colonel." You held out the notebook for him to examine. The cash stuffed in your handbag was yours, he didn't need to know about that. "Christ, this fabric is itchy." Your hands tugged at the fabric of the linen dress, trying to keep it from rubbing against your neck.
Rick looked up from the notebook and surveyed you up and down before shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it to you.
"Here," He said plainly, turning his back to you so that you could change into it. You caught it and stared at it blankly for a long moment, alternating glances between the back of Rick's head and the jacket.
"That's very sweet, Rick, but I don't think this is going to cover me," You spoke to the back of his head, watching as he turned around to face you. You were holding the jacket up to your neck, showing him that it would barely brush the waist band of your underwear, nonetheless cover your ass.
"Just put it on and get in the front seat, I'll find a blanket or something to put on your legs," He said, pushing himself off of the hood of the van and moving to the opposite side to rummage through the glovebox in search of a way to salvage your decency before another member of the squad decided to take a peek.
You smirked to yourself as you put the coat on and then awkwardly tried to shimmy out of the dress while staying covered. The zipper in the back was tricky, but you managed to get it undone and slipped the dress into a pool at your feet, stepping out of it and leaving it on the ground. No way were you going to touch that fabric again. You followed Rick's orders and went to sit in the passenger's seat of the van where he waited outside the door with a loading tarp in his hands and an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.
"This was all I could find," He muttered, motioning for you to sit down as he tucked the tarp in around you.
"Thank you, Rick," You smiled, patting him on the head playfully. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Harley's voice from the back cabin.
"Are we leavin' or what?" She banged on the divider. "I got plans, bozos!"
"What plans, Quinn? You're in prison," You shouted back, Rick's face still close to yours.
"I'm itchin to get a looksie at what you promised to bring me earlier," She called teasingly, earning you a questionable stare from Rick. Your eyes grew slightly and you let out a nervous chuckle.
"Alright, Quinn, don't get your panties in a twist!" You pounded back on the divider.
"You're the only one who makes me feel that way, dollface!" She snorted. You rolled your eyes and smiled widely, but it went away at the feeling of Rick's hand on your leg.
"You doing something I need to know about?" He asked sternly, but the glint in his eye told you that he already knew about the cash. Of course he did, how could you have assumed any differently?
"Of course not," You fiend innocence. "How could I ever betray my sweet, sweet Colonel Flag?" He watched closely as you moved to place your hands on either side of his face, arms otherwise lost in the fabric of his coat.
"I can't be serious with you," He sighed out, leaning into your touch minutely. You smiled and rubbed a thumb mindlessly over his cheekbone.
"Guess I shouldn't kiss you then, huh? Wouldn't want you to laugh in my face or anything," You said, searching his eyes despite your carefree tone.
"I think it'd be good practice," Rick whispered before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away after a moment and leaned his forehead against yours, eyes trailing down the skin of your neck and chest.
"Eyes up here, Flag," You teased before grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. You broke it this time, pushing him away dramatically. He stumbled back from the van and furrowed his brows at you, concern painting his face. "We gotta get back to Belle Reve, Flag. Unless we want one of them seeing us," You whispered the last part.
"Y/n, are you doing something I should know about or not?" Rick shouted in his Colonel's voice, but the smile you saw on his lips betrayed him. He was putting on a show for the others, making them think that the two of you have been arguing this whole time.
"I said that's none of your business, Flag!" You kissed him one last time, grinning giddily against his lips. "If you want to know so badly then ask Waller, she's had eyes on me like a fucking hawk since I got here!"
"Maybe it's cause you're trouble, idiot!" Rick yelled back at you once he was in his seat.
"I miss regular prison," You said as you bit back a smile, slumping into your seat in case Harley or the others decided to open the view window.
"If you were in regular prison you'd have never met me," Blackguard called from the cabin and slid open the view window to face you with an offended expression. "I thought we were closer than this, Y/l/n."
"We met in high school, Hertz," You reminded him. "Go sit back down and let me yell at the Colonel."
"Roger that," He said as he shut the door.
