A Collection of Odds & Ends

Working Woman Blues (Captain Boomerang - Suicide Squad)

"George!" she shrieked at him for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Izzy!" George spat back, his eyes never leaving the road as he drove.

"I can not believe that you would be such an ass. Why are you always like that?" his partner – if you could call her that - glared at him, through her sunglasses.

"Iz, Shut the fuck up!" George barked around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"It's money!" Izzy screamed, slamming her hand on the dash board.

"And I don't want ya taking the fucking risk." He yelled, gripping the steering wheel.

Bullshit!

George "Digger" Harkness didn't want her taking the job, because it was too good of a cut. A cut, which he wouldn't be part of, because Izzy had been under strict instructions that if she took it, she was to act alone. In the year they had been "working together", Izzy used the term lightly, George never wanted her taking anything that didn't include him. Funny, seeing as the great Captain Boomerang could take any job he please. With or without her.

"Pull over!" Izzy snipped as the sign for the next gas stop came into view. "We need gas."

"We need gas." Boomerang mimicked her as he pulled into the small service station, anything to get away from her for a few minutes. If he wouldn't get his throat slit, in his sleep, Boomerang would gas up and leave without her.

Getting out of the truck, Boomerang grabbed the pink unicorn sitting on the seat next to him, shoving it into his pocket and slamming the heavy door.

Rolling her eyes at him, Izzy slid out of the truck, slamming the door harder than required. Stomping passed George, she marched straight for the store. Finished gassing up, Boomerang headed inside the store to pay, there was no hope in hell that Izzy had paid while she was in there. Giving the lady at the counter the money, he waited a whole three minutes before growing impatient.

Standing around started to make him look like a fool, kind of made him feel like one as well. Asking the lady at the counter if she'd seen a brunette in a yellow halter top and cut offs, he grunted at her when she pointed him toward the washroom.

How dare Izzy be a bitch and make him wait! She knew better than to make Captain Boomerang look foolish.

Approaching the washroom Boomerang banged on the door as loudly as possible, hearing Izzy tell the intruder that it was occupied, he tried to door handle. A smirk grew on George's face when he found it unlocked, slipping inside he glared at Izzy who was standing with her arms over her chest.

"Ya always leave it unlocked, so strangers can come in?" Boomerang quizzed.

"No, the lock is broken." Izzy snipped.

"Come on, we're going."

"Not until you tell me, I'm allowed to take that fucking job." Izzy tapped her flip flop on the floor.

Unlucky for anybody else in the store, these two were not above fighting in public.

George shook his head. "Not happening, Iz."

"Then I'm not leaving." Izzy replied firmly.

"Then, I'll have ta carry ya out."

"Touch me and I swear to fuck I will scream. Someone will come running, when they do, good luck helping your ass." 

"You want to be like that?" He raised his brow. Izzy nodded. "Fine, then we'll be like that." 

George turned for the door, as he was about to open it, he turned on his heel. Heading straight for Izzy, he shoved her up against the wall, his lips crashing into hers. He'd had enough of her attitude, it had been bothering him, for the last two hours. At one point Boomerang had wanted to pull over and fuck her right there.

When ever Izzy got in these little moods, there was something about a pissed off woman that he loved. 

Moving her lips closer to his neck, she let the tip of her tongue graze his flesh. The large man reached out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her body closer to his. Running her fingers through his curly hair, Izzy moaned into his mouth as his hands made contact with her firm ass. 

Large hands on her ass Boomerang fumbled with her cut offs, ratted up shorts around her knees, he teasingly ran his index finger along her folds. A long moan escaped her. George wasted no time getting down to business, fingers buried in Izzy, he sucked his teeth with a shit eating grin revealing his gold tooth.

"Oh!" Izzy breathed. Enjoying the feel of what he was doing to her. Her feelings of wanting to slap him up the side of the head would have to wait.

Kissing along his furry jawline, she nipped at the side of Boomerang's infamous muttonchops. Running her hand down the coarse hair of his cheek, she flashed him a sexy smile. Reaching for the front of George's pants she worked the zipper until she had them shoved down, his growing cock peeking out at her. She stroked him with a firm grip, while his fingers worked their own magic.

"Ya like that?" he asked cocking his brow, untying her top with ease.

"Yes." she panted, as his hand moved her shirt down and grasped her breast.

Locking their eyes, Boomerang bit at her neck. "Tell me what it is ya want, Izzy." 

"Fuck me, now!" she hissed in his ear, his thick accent getting her wetter than before.

Pulling one of Izzy's legs up, hooking it around his deliciously meaty thigh to have better access, George positioned himself in the right way. A small yelp came from Izzy as he entered her. Holding onto his shoulders to balance herself, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. Basking in the pleasure he was giving her. His thrust tore in and out of her, each one harder then the last. 

His hands roamed her body, falling on her ass cheeks. Grabbing at her ass, he pushed her body against his with each thrust. If Digger thought this would cause Izzy to change her mind, on the job, he was mistaken. Although she admired his attempt.

"Holy fuck!" Izzy cried out.

Her breath began to come out in shallow gasps. Both of their bodies were soaked in sweat. Inside of her body felt like it was on fire, with each thrust Izzy could feel herself getting closer and closer. Inside of her; he could feel her walls starting to clench around his throbbing cock. Thrusts were becoming short and shallow, Izzy's body moving back against his. A few more times, George could feel his time growing short.

"Almost...there" Izzy gasped in a short breath.

"Cum for me, Iz. Don't ya make me do all this work fah nathing."

"Oh, AH fuck!" she screamed as her body started to shake from it's orgasm. "Jesus!" 

"Wrong. Name." Boomerang grunted with another thrust. "Nice and loud, let them hear ya outside." 

Izzy was going to be a walking mess, she could feel it, the second Boomerang's head dropped and his thrusts steadied and eventually stopped. His breathing was rough and his grunts were, in a way, soothing. Giving her a wicked smile as he pulled away, Boomerang held his fingers up to her lips. Cleaning his fingers with her tongue, each one tasting like tobacco and her, Izzy sighed. Fights with George were exhausting.

Readjusting himself and pulling up his jeans, Boomerang straightened out his gray tank top, a hand ruffling through his hair. "Clean ya self up, we've got ta go." He instructed, checking to make sure Pinky hadn't fell out of his pocket.

"Fuck you." Izzy spat, hiking her shorts up. "And don't think, for one second that after that, I'm not mad. If you think we're good, you have another thing coming!" 

"Uhuh." Boomerang muttered in a flat manner.

"I mean it, Boomer." Izzy jabbed her finger into his broad chest with a wink. "Now come on, we can go back to mine, this time I get to call the shots."