B's Note - This was a mix of a request combined to be part of a trade. They wanted some CloverBonnie fluff and in return drew me some younger Clover & Hoxton. Not much to really say on this one.

[R&R/Constructive Criticism is welcome but not required]


The elder heister pressed her forehead to the back of Clover's shoulder. For once they got to have some time off from heists, they all did, so most were just relaxing. Bonnie on the other hand was sitting behind the small Irish woman who was super focused on some blueprints. That was nothing new to Bonnie, dating a ghost meant letting her fine tune plans. It wasn't bad though, Clover working meant Bonnie could just sit with her.

Bonnie liked when Clover was dressed casually, she left her shoulders showing and that meant Bonnie could kiss the paler skin. Though she tried to not distract Clover too much, unless the other said that's what she needed. Those were the days Bonnie checked them into a hotel, their fun nights as they called it. It was always when Clover needed it, Bonnie didn't mind waiting honestly. The Irish woman was slightly fickle about bedroom shenanigans, so Bonnie let her control that. Though they didn't have to explain any bruising on the neck and wrists to anyone, except one when Hoxton thought he was being a clever pissant.

A sigh drew Bonnie from her thoughts, shifting to look over Clover's shoulder. "What's wrong, dearie?"

"No matter how I work this layout, we have a blind spot. I hate having blind spots."

"Take a break and look at it a different angle later."

Small hum of agreement and soon there was the weight of Clover leaning back into Bonnie's arms. She held the ghost tighter, leaving light kisses along her shoulders again. Clover was content for fifteen minutes like this until she turned around in the other's grasp. Putting her forehead to Bonnie's, she couldn't stop smiling. That did not go unnoticed, because moments later she was wrapped in a bear hug with that feeling of safety. They weren't usually physical while still at safe-house, but later Clover would play the card of wanting their lady time. She picked up on subtle clues about Bonnie needing it when she wasn't fully in the mood. She'd never tell, but wanting Bonnie happy was just as important as her being happy. It was the only time she'd get to see the Scottish woman in casual clothes, since she wore sleeves and pants around the safe house.

"I know that look, Clo."

"Then you have a phone call to make later when I ain't content to sit here like this."

Laughing as she nodded, leaning back against bed still holding the smaller woman. They weren't society's ideal women, but they were each others and that's what mattered. Bonnie was content here, giving Clover a kiss before doin off holding the younger heister.