Ipê Branco

Wanna be.

Although everybody wanted Prim to wear a pair of jeans to go on the mission, she refused vehemently. She had never worn those and never would. She agreed to wear shoes, though.

She had to spend a whole week practicing with high heels until everyone decided it wasn't working, and they gave her a pair of flats. The intention was to blend in with the crowd, not to stick out like a sore thumb. She looked like a monkey in heels, and it made the Squad laugh for a few days, including after they left for the mission.

Their target operated in a nightclub in the center of New York. He searched for his victims among the clients, and after convincing them to join him in the VIP section, he would drug and kidnap them. One of their objectives to discover was how he did it without being caught or spotted.

They were to arrive at the club in different cars because the whole operation wouldn't suffer if one of them was recognized. Boomer and Harley were already there by the time Deadshot and Diablo arrived. Rick stayed behind to help Prim not get lost. And it was precisely the reason he was leaning on the shitty motel bathroom door, looking at his clock and asking her to hurry up.

"We don't have all night, Sunshine." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I know!" He heard something falling and her cursing. "How am I supposed to dress this?!"

He chuckled and checked the time. "We are ten minutes late, do you think-" The door opened, and he almost fell back. His confused expression met Prim's nervous eyes.

She held the skirt of her dress, and her hair pointed in all directions. "I swear to the creators if you don't shut up right now and help me, I will take my time torturing you and-"

"Alright, alright." He lifted his hands, showing her his palms, and smirked. "Come here." He entered the cramped place and waited for her to follow him.

"I just can't," she dropped the skirt, "this dress is a nightmare!" She sighed, defeated. Looking at him through the mirror with a plea in her eyes.

"Okay. Let me see." He furrowed his brows and searched for the zipper. "You got this wrong. Your arm comes here and here, now we zip this up and voilà! Everything is ready." He looked up at the mirror with a smile on his lips, just to have his mind stop abruptly by the view in front of him.

Prim was gorgeous. On her lips a dark lipstick contrasting with her silver hair. Her dress was a dark shade of blue, displaying her back, and the skirt reached her knees. The cleavage barely deep, showing only the top of her breasts. Rick's eyes devoured Prim, and his mind revisited the day back at the island. His heart beat faster, he only didn't know if for the curves before him or the warm feeling filling him. Prim was too busy adjusting her hair and ignored him admiring her, so he let his mind wander and wonder until his eyes fell on her feet. He laughed, finally getting her attention.

"What is it?" Her brow lifted, and her lips half-opened.

"Nothing." He shrugged, smiling at her.

Prim sighed and tilted her head. "Really, Mr. Colonel Flag?"

"It's just." He ran his fingers over his hair, trying to hide his chuckle. "The shoes are not matching the outfit."

"Would you prefer I fall and break my ankle?" She turned and looked up to meet his eyes.

"I would never let you get hurt, Sunshine." He smirked and lowered his face close to hers and tucked a curl behind her ear. He could feel her chocolate breath on his face and lowered his eyes in time to see her bite her lower lip. "Here." He wiped a nonexistent smudge of lipstick from her lip as an excuse to touch her. "Perfect." He noticed the hitch in her breathing. "Ready?" She nodded, and they left.