Author's Note: This is just a little one-shot that couldn't wait for my drabble fic coming up. Wrote this during Government and typed it during Philosophy so just let me know what ya think!
Redheads Burn the Hottest
"But she's not like your daughter, right?"
Nate was unhappy, no he was beyond that (okay, so if he hadn't been drunk at the time it would have happened sooner) as he sat down on his couch.
The wire was working perfectly, what they thought that they would be unable to pull off was being pulled off as they were speaking. Elliot sat down next to the hot red-head, well out of sight of the Irish men. "Cora, right?" He said it nonchalantly so as not to frighten her.
Her face was hidden behind her longer bangs but Elliot could tell by the way her shoulders moved that she was crying.
"Hey, darlin' don't worry about it, we're gonna take care of this, you pa's pub ain't gonna get taken." (What had Nate told him? go after her while she's hot? Yeah, that was it.) Elliot put his hand on her shoulder.
Cora turned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. "I know, I trust Nate."
Wow, she was hot. "Nate's a good guy, he's gonna watch over this." She was scooting closer to him to better enfold herself in his arms. ("I don't want you to like my niece." Oh, that's what he had said . . . )
"Your name is Elliot, right?" After sitting in silence for a time she had looked up at him with a tear streaked face. God she was hot. "Thank you so much for what you are doing."
Elliot brushed back a lock of her hair, "It's no problem. It's what I do." He wasn't sure who moved first but soon his lips were entrapped in hers, her arms still locked around his neck while his hands rested on her waist.
Her lips were firm but soft as they separated and her tongue traced a light line across Elliot's bottom lip.
"Uh . . . Cora." Even in his foggy, kiss-coma, head, Elliot knew it was Nate.
Instantly Cora whipped her head back and slapped Elliot hard across the cheek before he stormed away.
Nate was a bit tipsy but not so much as to have not seen the exchange, "Red-heads burn the hottest, hm?" Nate took his gin and left while Elliot walked back toward where the poker game was being held. As he walked past a utilities closet, small arms stretched out and grabbed him, pulling him sideways before he could react. The closet was small and Elliot felt himself being pushed against some sort of shelving.
"Sorry about that, Uncle would have killed me."
Again his lips were engraped and a cold hand was pressed against the angry red palm print. He ran his hands down Cora's back.
Well . . . red-heads did burn the hottest.
Nate took another shot to burn the image out of his mind. Damnit, he was going to have to keep a better eye on the team during a job. And have a very stern talking-to with Elliot. Possibly involving some form of tranquilizer for the hitter and a baseball bat for himself.
Cora he wouldn't be mentioning this to, she had gone through enough for the time being . . . Of course, Nate did live right upstairs . . . and Elliot was over a lot . . . how did he not think of this sooner.
"CORA!!!! ELLIOT!!!!!"
Author's Note: So, what you think? Short, sweet and to the point. Let me know!
