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Precious Weapon Drabble after chapter 8

Pairing : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x Lloyd Hansen.

Summary : Her and Six's favorite things to do after every mission. Quickly, it becomes Lloyd's favorite thing to do too.

Warnings : Fluff. Teasing. Wholesome Six. Implied smut. Comfort. Tiny angst.

Word count : 4.5k.

Author's note : Just about a week after chapter eight.

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After every single mission, it's almost the same routine now with all of them.

They all get cleaned up, do a quick debrief, then have something to eat. But, sometimes, Lloyd steals her away and keeps her with him until the morning. When he doesn't, Six has his time with her.

Though, he doesn't drag her to his room, unless it's already getting late. They usually take their time to relax and spend the rest of their day together, unbothered. Since they never get a break from the missions and the ops. Not even during the weekends.

Six never complains, even when sometimes he gets limited time with her or has to take turns with Lloyd. He's just grateful to be there and truthfully, he's happy that they're finally getting along and being closer than ever. Plus, they all needed this unwritten schedule to still give some space to her.

"Honestly, that movie was horrible." Elle honestly remarks in their home theater, after they've just finished the newest film. It's just her and Six, cuddled up on one huge leather chair together. She's been sitting on his lap comfortably, ignoring the other five seats around them.

Court lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? I kinda liked it." he softly protests.

Her face softens and she slowly smiles. "I don't think I've ever heard you say that. You don't normally like anything. It's very hard to get you to like something." she points out.

He frowns, smoothly brushing her hair away from her face. "That's not true. I like you. A lot. More than that, actually." he truthfully confesses, admiring her facial features closely.

Her smile widens as her cheeks blushes. It was very rare for him to say anything remotely romantic or affectionate. He's sweet, but also simple and direct. He hates to feed her bullshit, cheesy words so he never does. And confessions aren't usually his thing. When he likes something, he never actually says it out loud.

She still continues to smile and he stares at her with a certain affection and intensity. Her nose scrunches. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks with a giggle.

Six's lips tug into an easy smile as he shrugs. "You just… your smile. It's cute." he quietly admits, touching her cheek.

Elle giggles again, revealing her dimples as she grins. "Yeah, well, I'm happy." she softly replies.

He gives her a proud look, nodding his head. "Good. That's good."

Her face lights up, suddenly coming up with an idea. "Hey, let's go for a night swim upstairs." she suggests. And like always, he immediately agrees with her. There's nothing in the world that he wouldn't give her just to see her smile again.

***

Six is an extremely slow swimmer when it comes to swimming with her. He just wants to enjoy the water and relax.

But as for her, she likes to do a fast lap around their pool, over and over again. She needs to get tired before bed so she can sleep well tonight. Drain her energy in a useful exercise. This is probably the only workout she'd ever willingly do.

Court stands in the water, searching for her. She's on the other side of the pool, doing another swimming style. "How do you still have so much energy even after that mission?" he plainly asks her from afar.

She lets out a hearty laugh which echoes through the huge indoor space as she moves to a floating position. "You know I have unlimited stamina, right? I mean how do you think I could put up with Lloyd every day and every night? It requires extra energy." she casually says.

He frowns, suddenly remembering his absence. "Speaking of, where is he? I haven’t seen him all night." Six asks her, attempting to walk in the water to approach her.

She shrugs casually, swimming closer to him. "I think he was getting groceries in a different supermarket. I know one that's a little bit further from here." she simply answers, still enjoying the cold water against her skin.

He simply nods as they're both almost close to each other. "He seems different, don't you think? Like something's bothering him. He's been a little distant this week." Six softly points out.

She tries to ignore his observation, knowing deep down what's actually been bothering him. It's been a week since they've both known the truth about her incident in the hospital, behind each other's back. She has been waiting for him to tell her instead, but he hasn't. She's still going to give him a chance, at least until a few more weeks. If he won't, then she's going to do that big secret mission that Denny will assign her to.

"I don't know. He seemed normal to me." She calmly lies to him and hopes he won't notice at all.

Court finally reaches her, immediately holding her waist underwater as their lips are inches apart. "Okay. It's just a little weird that he has to drive all the way to a different shop just to get groceries. I feel like he's distancing himself because of us."

"I like spending time with you more, anyway." she bluntly admits.

He frowns, knitting his eyebrows in confusion. "What happened with you two?" he carefully asks.

She quickly shakes her head, not wanting to raise any suspicion. "Nothing. It's just that he's always so needy and clingy. Which is good, for some moments but most of the time, I just want to chill and enjoy our time together. You know, like you and me. We don't have to do a lot of things when we're together and we'll never be bored or unhappy or unsatisfied." Elle honestly tells him the truth. Most of the truth, that is.

Six slowly cups her cheeks and her brown, wide eyes stare up at him. "Our relationships are always going to be different, Elle. You knew that from the start and you liked the balance." he reminds her, gently.

She gulps, nodding her head. "I know. I just meant that I could just relax when I'm with you. And I like that."

"Well, we still have the whole night. We could do whatever you want." he sweetly offers with a small smile creeping up on his lips.

Her smile stretches wider as her hands wrap around his neck. "Well, what about doing nothing?"

Court breaks into a soft laugh. "Yeah, doing nothing sounds great." he approves.

"Good." she says, tipping her face up to press a quick kiss on his lips as he smiles against her lips. He does that all the time. It's his favorite thing to do because he knows what it does to her.

He leans forward, deepening the kiss passionately and she opens his mouth for her. His hands pull her in closer while her legs casually wrap around his waist underwater. "What happened to doing nothing?" she asks in between kisses, almost being out of breath.

His hands hold the back of her head as he kisses her possessively, trying to devour every inch of her lips slowly. He's practically almost stealing her breath away from her lungs and she's loving it. "Yeah, fuck that." Six suddenly curses, a small smirk growing on his lips and she could feel it. He usually never curses, except for some heated moments with her when he can't control himself.

She giggles, pulling away slightly and he quickly catches her lips with his. He nibbles on her bottom lips, not wanting to actually hurt or bleed her. Her hands are already under the water, trying to take his swim trunks off. "Not here." he whispers into her mouth as she groans softly.

"Why not? We got the place to ourselves. Literally." she argues, making a point since this is an indoor pool for them only.

Court shakes his head. "Lloyd could walk in." he protests.

She smirks against his lips, her other hand cups his jaw. "So? Even better. He could watch." Elle teases.

Speaking of the actual devil, the elevator opens from the far side of the room and they don't even stop what they're doing. She knows that it's Lloyd. She had recognized his heartbeat and his footsteps when approaching someone. As much as she'd hate to admit, she knows him inside and out, all too well. And they're almost alike.

Six breaks the kiss first before turning his head to him. "Hey, how was the grocery trip?" he asks him, slightly flustered from the situation. He's never been caught in the act before with him because they're always doing it in the bedroom only. Yet, he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. He's feeling something else.

She turns around and smiles up at him. "Hey! Join us in the water." she invites him.

He doesn't answer either of them, instead he frowns while he walks closer to them with heavy footsteps. "No. Elle, get out. I need to talk to you." he demands sternly as she rolls her eyes. He's back to his asshole mood again.

Lloyd sits by the pool bench while she lifts herself up the water, effortlessly and stands up easily. He gets up, gently grabbing her by the arm as he drags her to the corner, right beside the shower room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asks her, annoyed.

She shrugs his hand off and crosses her arms against her wet swimsuit. "We were just having a little night swim." she calmly replies.

He scowls, squinting his eyes at her. "What? It's almost ten fucking pm, Elle. We have another mission tomorrow morning. You can't just decide to have a little fun at night whenever you feel like it, especially dragging Six into this." Lloyd lectures her and she sighs tiredly.

She looks at him with disbelief. "Well, I'm sorry that Six and I aren't the type to just stay in our room and fuck all night. We actually do real activities, something that you couldn't possibly understand." she harshly retorts.

He frowns deeper, trying to figure out what she's implying here. "What does that have to do with this? You need to learn how to separate the mission with our relationships. And you're acting like I'm the one who always wants to fuck. If you never wanted to, you could've always pushed me away. You're way stronger than me, Elle." he points out, his last words are softer. Because if she did, he'd accept it anyway and gave her some space.

She shakes her head. "Well, I didn't want to. I do… want you still, Lloyd. But I just want us to sit back and relax sometimes. I know that's hard for you so I never asked. I never wanted to push you to do something you hated." she finally confesses to him, hesitantly.

His eyes look into hers with a certain regret. "I don't hate that. You're very wrong, actually. Well, not entirely, but… I'm still new to all these things. I never even moved in with anyone or even let them sleep on my bed. I am getting used to it though. With you." Lloyd softly admits, even though he hates every second of expressing a single feeling.

She deserves the truth. Just not all of the truth. He still wants to protect her and her feelings. And sometimes, he feels like she isn't ready for it yet. It does have to do with the fact that she's still new to this whole world of murder and corruption. Maybe, deep down, he's scared that once she's exposed to all that, she'd be different or distant. The agency changes everyone who sinks deep enough into it. It happened with Six and him. After about a year working, they were so distinct and barely could even recognize themselves.

Her face softens and slightly raises her eyebrows as she steps closer to him. "Fine, but you still shouldn't have stormed in here and interrupted a very heated moment." she softly whispers at his face.

Lloyd frowns, cocking his head to the side. "No, there's no way that Six would do it in a pool." he argues as a smirk slowly grows on his lips. He knows the man too well but is also aware of the effect she has on him. They both would do anything for her, even though they don't like what they'd be doing. Just to keep her smile linger for a little while and to hear her bubbly, full of life laughter.

She huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. "Well, I was about to convince him to and then you walked in. So, now I'm officially frustrated thanks to you because we'd be going to bed right after this." she complains to him.

His smirk turns into an eager smile. "You know I could always help you with that." he offers seriously, his eyes wandering down at her perfect figure in that favorite black swimsuit of hers.

She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. "No, it's fine. We do have that mission tomorrow morning."

He lifts his eyebrows, scoffing gently. "Oh, I get it. You're turning the tables on me." Lloyd figures it out, smirking to himself, thinking that he's got the upper hand now.

Elle lets out a soft laugh while she leans against his body, wetting his dry clothes purposefully. He stares down at her as his hands rest on her hips. "Hey, Six, let's go to bed. I'm getting sleepy!" she casually shouts and he immediately listens to her, getting out of the pool.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "You're not getting away with this, you know that, right? After that mission tomorrow, we'll have the whole evening." he teases her.

Her lips form into a smirk. "Well, then, I guess it's a good thing that I have unlimited stamina, yeah?" she says and he nods.

"It's only one of my million favorite things from you." he quickly replies before jutting his chin to gesture at the man behind her. Six is still wet and shirtless, trying to dry himself with a white towel as he stands close to her.

He glances at him, attempting not to look down at his perfectly toned, wet body. "How was the night swim? Good?" Lloyd asks him, in a teasing tone.

Six nods his head, rubbing the towel on his neck. "Are you guys okay now? I heard you arguing just a second ago." he calmly points out.

She turns around to him and smiles innocently. "Yeah, you know how we are. Either we're fighting too hard or fucking too hard." Elle boldly states in a casual tone.

Lloyd is immediately offended, frowning at her words. "Hey, no, we actually agreed to spend more time together instead of fucking too much." A pause. "Actually, do you personally think that we fuck too much?" He asks for his opinion.

Court looks at him, genuinely confused. He shrugs, "Not really. It's not like you guys fuck all day. I think what you're doing now is normal. Not too much and not too little either." he gives his honest opinion.

He clicks his tongue, agreeing with him. "But, you know, if we didn't have all these missions everyday, we would've fucked all day." Lloyd calmly comments.

Elle immediately grimaces, slapping his arm. "Lloyd! You're fucking disgusting!" she exclaims.

He smirks down at her and chuckles. "Yeah, but you fucking like it." he teases and she just stays silent. They both know he's right.

Six quietly smiles, shaking his head. "We need to go to bed. Preferably separately. Or else you guys won't be able to keep your hands off of each other for a second." he makes a point.

Lloyd nods. "Fine. But I'm carrying her." he quickly declares and the men both exchange knowing looks.

She immediately turns around to him and shakes her head. "No, absolutely not, Lloyd—'' Her voice gets cut off by him grabbing her hips and lifting her entire body over his shoulder.

She giggles uncontrollably while Lloyd continues to carry her towards the exit. Six follows them from behind, laughing softly at the sight of them. They look happy. Actually happy.

Lloyd almost smiles, absolutely enjoying this moment and holding her delicately at the same time.

She's the only source of both of their happiness and vice versa.

***

Once everyone's all back in the penthouse, they part their ways to each of their bedrooms.

Except for Six and Elle, who decided to have a little night bubble bath in his bathroom. Technically, he offered first. Plainly and innocently.

After soaking themselves in the warm water while laying down across from each other, she sighs relaxedly. Biting her bottom lips, she tilts her head to the side and smirks at him.

"Guess you broke your own rule, huh? Keeping our hands to ourselves?" Elle teases him, her feet slowly reaching up onto his thigh under the water.

His lips curve into a small smile, shrugging as he stares into her eyes intensely. He rests his hands on each side of the tub. "Never said it was a rule, Elle. Lloyd could join us anytime if he wants. But he did look like he wanted to go to bed right away." Six casually tells her, squinting his eyes as if to remember.

She breaks into a soft laugh. "Could've told me if you just wanted me all for yourself tonight." she teases him again.

Court smiles, looking down at her entire bare body in front of him. "I already do." he softly admits.

Elle blushes, attempting to keep their eye contact while she bites her lips again. "You do." she agrees.

He continues to look deeply into her eyes as if he doesn't know what kind of effect he has on her right now. "Are you and Lloyd okay, though?" Six asks her, concernedly.

She nods. "Yes. We are. Maybe we should stop taking turns. You both hate it and I could sense it." she confesses honestly, scrunching her nose and frowning a little.

Court shakes his head. "We didn't want to crowd up your space, Elle. But if that's what you want—"

She immediately cuts him off, leaning forward and crawling up onto his lap. "It is. I do want that. You don't have to worry about crossing any boundaries. We're literally past all of that anyway." Elle makes a true point, casually. She's referring to the fact that they're all three who have crossed every boundary possible and nothing weird's ever changed between them.

He softly smiles at her, staring down into her eyes. His hand gently grabbed her waist to pull her closer. "You're right. Always are." Six murmurs contentedly. She tips her head up and connects her lips against his, easily. It's a soft, comforting kiss. Like how they always are.

From afar, she could hear the door open and the sound of Lloyd's familiar heartbeat. "Six! I got an idea—" he casually walks into the bedroom and cuts himself off as he spots the opened bathroom beside him. With Six and Elle both naked and covered in bubbles inside his bathtub, all over each other.

They both break the kiss almost immediately. "Lloyd, fucking learn how to knock!" Elle shouts at him, not even bothering to look at him yet. Six just quietly smiles, shaking his head at his inability to knock first.

He frowns, then proceeds to step forward and stops to lean against the frame of the bathroom door. Lloyd crosses his arms and smirks at them. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Quite literally." he teases both of them. Court knew he didn't mean to walk in on them but somehow, he's sensing an agenda. There's always an agenda with him.

She rolls her eyes, staring up at his eyes in anger and frustration. He stopped smirking. He realized how quickly her expressions changed when she looked back at him. But when she was facing Six, she had those heart eyes and she smiled with her entire face for him. She was always so softer when it came to him. Sometimes, Lloyd feels like if she was ever forced to choose, she'd choose Six in a heartbeat. He's aware that he is objectively the better man, but deep down he wishes that she'd still pick him anyway.

His smirk turns into a seemingly kind smile for her. "Oh, come on, Elle. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know that you'd be in Six's bathtub, naked and about to do—whatever you were about to do. And for the record, none of us ever knock." Lloyd states, making an actual point since again, there are no boundaries between them.

She sighs exasperatedly, nodding. "Okay, fine. What are you even here for?" Elle eventually asks him.

He smiles sincerely and nods. "Right, so I was thinking about our last conversation earlier at the pool. We need to spend more time together that's less about, you know, fucking. How about we all read a good book together before bed? Tonight. Right now." Lloyd announces in a hurried tone. He knows that their bedtime is soon and he's very strict with it, especially when there's always a mission the next morning.

Six smiles amusingly at him, cocking his head to the side. "Not bad. We can try it." he softly agrees.

She slightly frowns, but eventually gets out of the bathtub casually and stands up in front of Lloyd, bare naked with a smirk on her lips. "Great. I have the perfect book for us." she declares.

He has to force himself to only look at her eyes while grabbing a clean towel from behind him, on the rack. He tosses it at her and she quickly catches it. She doesn't wrap her body around it. Instead, she wipes the bubbles off and rubs her entire body with the towel, right in front of him.

He clears his throat, looking away from her. "You could always do this in your own room."

"Yeah, but you said you wanted to read right now. I'm speeding up the process here for you, Lloyd." she plainly says, bending down to rub her lower parts. "Also you did say that it isn't anything you haven't seen before so."

He rolls his eyes. "You know exactly what you're doing." Lloyd retorts, looking down at her for a second. His calloused hand rubs his stache while exhaling a breath. He really hates it when she's teasing him and he can't do anything about it. He's too hard on himself sometimes and them, but he needs to be focused and disciplined on the mission tomorrow.

Court laughs softly at both of them. "I'll grab that book she's talking about." he declares as the other man throws a towel at him and he catches it immediately.

Lloyd nods to both of them, turning around to walk away and exit the bathroom. He just realized something. Six knew exactly what book she was talking about even though she hadn't said anything. He knows her too well. More than anyone.

***

Elle had picked the most twisted book she ever bought for Lloyd.

Well, technically, Six already took a decent book but she insisted that she didn't want that one and proceeded to take another one by herself. She could be very picky sometimes. The men are well aware of that.

Once they were both dressed in their pajamas, they laid down and relaxed cozily in her bedroom. With Lloyd too, of course. She's sitting up against the headboard, right in the middle of them. Six and her are reading their book they hadn't finished yet while the other man is forced to read her chosen book.

She looks over at him and the book he's reading for a moment. Frowning, she reaches over to his book and flips the pages until it's from the beginning again.

"You need to start at page 1. You can't just skip a few pages." Elle bitterly tells him.

He exhales, throwing his head back as he catches her eyes. "Why are we even reading separate books?"

She huffs, rolling her eyes. "Then, just say it. This isn't working with us. You don't like reading as much as we do. You can't force a hobby, Hansen."

"I want this to work." he says seriously before frowning at her. "Why don't you? Why are you insisting on not making this work, Elle?" Lloyd presses her for answers, suddenly skeptical of her weird behavior. She's not usually this pessimistic. She's normally very ambitious and optimistic about almost everything in their life.

She simply shrugs and Six looks up to both of them, arguing again. "I don't know, honestly. I feel like we shouldn't try too hard and just let things flow. We're already good together and there's nothing to repair. I just want you to stop forcing me and Six's favorite things to do on you. We all have our own special things together. We don't need mundane activities to keep our relationship stronger. It already is, on its own." Elle states in a soft, tired tone.

Lloyd slowly puts his book down and smiles up at her. "Why do you always have to be so fucking right all the time?" he finally admits, lifting his head up as his hand wraps around her torso.

Her face relaxes and giggles. "We really need to go to bed, you know. All this arguing has made us almost forget about the mission tomorrow morning." she reminds them both.

Six lets out a gentle chuckle, staring at both of them, admiring silently. "I'll go turn off the lights." he quietly offers, sliding off her bed.

But before he even steps his feet on the floor, the lights immediately switch off and her bedside lamps are automatically turned on. She did that with her mind, almost subconsciously. It has become her habit now.

She looks down at Lloyd sleepily and he quickly pulls her into a kiss. He bits on her lips, savoring every inch of it as she smiles against his lips. "Sleep. Now." she mumbles to his mouth, still not wanting to let go either.

Finally, Court gently grabs her arm from behind while he places a soft kiss on her temple. Lloyd and her break their kiss, both laughing softly at each other. She pulls her blanket to spread wider before landing her head on the pillow.

"Good night." Elle whispers to them, already closing her eyes and shutting off to sleep.

"Sleep well, sweetheart." Lloyd replies, snuggling closer to her breast as he shuts his eyes.

Six smiles again at the both of them, relieved and satisfied that they're both great again, as they've always been. He wishes that it would stay like this forever. He never wants this to end.

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arrieebooks · 1 year

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Hola! I've just posted chapter 8 of Precious Weapon and I'm sorry it's taken me this long. I can't wait to write more upcoming drabbles for after this chapter! I hoped you enjoyed it and let me know <3

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arrieebooks · 1 year

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Precious Weapon (8)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six (Court Gentry) x glimpses of Denny Carmichael.

Summary : She has her first kill but things get messy. Lloyd starts to feel feelings for her. They all three have a conversation about what they really are.

Warnings : Guns. Detailed murder. Violence. Assassination Gore. Lloyd thirsts over her ass. Nudity. Taking clothes off. Polyamory relationship. Fun trysts in a hotel. Lots of implied sex. Teasing. Making out underwater. Slight happiness for a short time. References to home theater. (Check it out, it deserves more recognition!).

Word count : 14k words.

Author's note : This takes place exactly two weeks after chapter seven.

***

Lloyd has no idea what kind of spell she has put him under to be this whipped to her.

He is obsessed with her. Captivated. Bewitched. She controls him, unintentionally and subconsciously. Anything she wants, it's hers. He does whatever she says. He has never been this glued before with any other women in his life. And she doesn’t even do much. She just simply exists in his radar.

He finds her completely flawless. Everything she does is perfect and attractive to him. It doesn’t even matter what she’s doing. It could either be when she’s eating up all of their food hungrily or blowing up buildings and warehouses or bursting with laughter loudly whenever Six tries to crack up a stupid joke.

Even today, as she's bent down and arching her ass while gripping a huge sniper against the hotel room's window, she looks absolutely sexy and tempting to him. He's never seen any woman handle a gun so perfectly composed — Six taught her well. He could see the curve of her ass through her thin black leggings. Lloyd scrubs his hand over his stache, drifting his eyes toward the view of the mall in front of them instead of her ass.

He squints his eyes due to the usual hot sunny day of the city. The room smells like a fresh new hotel room and he missed it. He's sitting on the uncomfortable chair in the desk, right beside her where the gun is placed. Six is somewhere on the bed, reviewing the surveillance cameras in his laptop and the blueprint of the mall to look for loopholes.

It's her first big mission after two weeks of waiting and recovering from everything that’s happened. An assassination mission. To eliminate one of the corrupt politicians in the city. She’s been studying his case during her week off and he is truly the fucking worst.

She had flinched a couple of times just looking at his files from what he had done to thousands of poor innocents just for the sake of money. The bastard doesn’t even care nor is he scared of being caught. Instead, he’s chilling in a fancy outdoor café from the mall with his family while he's calling some other politician as well.

They’ve been in that mall before, it just wasn’t a mission. It was a nice day out with just them because she wanted fresh air that time. He wishes the circumstance could be the same now. He hates assassination missions. It always gets messy real fast, somehow.

“You know, I could just shoot him right here and then we could enjoy this nice room for the rest of the day.” Elle remarks casually, her eyes still watching the man from the sniper’s lens.

Six looks up from his laptop and frowns. "We just need to be patient. Get him alone and do it in a secure place without too many cameras in every single angle." he calmly tells her.

Lloyd looks down at her even though she can't see him. "That's not exactly the purpose we got this room for, sweetheart." he retorts coldly.

She rolls her eyes, retreating from the sniper to look straight into his eyes. "But, it is a pretty expensive room just to waste it for a few hours, spying on this asshole doing nothing." she grumbles but he still finds it so fucking attractive. She's just like him.

He glares at her as his jaw tenses. "You're the one who told us to get this room in the first place." Lloyd reminds her, proving to himself even more that he does whatever she says.

She finally stands up straight and her eyes look down at him. "Yeah, because it had a clear view of the whole outdoor mall. But I didn't think that we would be holed up in this room for hours. He practically hasn't moved a single muscle." she states.

Lloyd shakes his head. "We can't kill him with the gun. The room's window that we booked is clearly going to leave a hole. A fucking bullet hole. We're too close to the target. They'll trace it back to us." he states the obvious.

She shrugs. "We used a fake identity to book this room, they can't trace it back to us. We'll be fine." Elle still insists.

Sometimes her stubbornness gets on his nerves way too much. His jaw clenches and clicks while his eyes glare up at her.

"No. it's not how it's done. You're here to make it look completely clean and untraceable, without any sort of evidence at all. That's your purpose, Elle." Lloyd sternly tells her.

She huffs, rolling her eyes again. She knows that he's making a perfect point now. She just hates admitting it.

"And I can't believe I've put up with you for one month now." she says with a sigh, a small smile slowly forming on her lips.

Lloyd's face gradually relaxes a little bit and realizes this is her way of telling him that he's right, for the very first time.

Six perks up from his laptop, glancing between them. "Has it really been a month? I don't keep track of dates." he casually says.

She snaps his head to him and nods. "Yep. A month or so." Elle answers before walking up to him and Lloyd's eyes follow her every moment.

She sits on the bed, right in front of him. "So, when do we finally get down there? I can't hear anything he's saying from up here." she asks him, sweetly.

Six looks down at his laptop again to study the blueprint so he could get them a nice exit strategy.

Lloyd clicks his tongue in disapproval. "He's probably saying something useless anyway. Like which stripper club he wants to buy next." he remarks.

She turns around to him. "Have you ever been to a stripper club before?" she teases him intentionally with a smirk on her lips.

Lloyd casually nods. "Yeah. In France. Just not really my scene. Too dark and flashy. Tacky. And, embarrassing. Every guy is there to see some ass and everyone knows it." he comments.

She furrows her brows, cocking her head to the side. "Why'd you only say ass?" she asks.

He stammers, evidently panicking. "I—what? What does that even mean? What else was I even supposed to say? It is like that! It's all ass!" Lloyd tries to defend himself but she just laughs at him.

Six still remains calm and focused on the screen of his laptop. They don't bother his focus by talking like this, he likes it when they talk. He was the one who suggested in the first place to include Lloyd in their thing because he genuinely likes the guy.

She shakes her head. "It means you like ass more, Hansen. There are other body parts of a woman that aren't just their ass. The fact that you only said ass, means you're an ass man." Elle explains to him.

Lloyd scowls, looking very offended by her true statement. "That's not true." he denies.

She raises her brows. "Really? How about my ass, then?" She keeps teasing him and Six finally looks up to them. He knows Lloyd loves her ass more than anything. Six could tell by the way he was always staring at it. Even earlier, he noticed.

He shrugs plainly. "What about your ass? It looks fine to me." Lloyd pretends to not like her ass even though he has been staring at it this whole time.

She giggles. "You like my ass, Lloyd. Admit it." she urges as Six stares back down at his laptop to hide a smile.

Six clears his throat before the other man could even open his mouth. "Guys, I think I found a plan," he announces.

Lloyd smirks at him, now focusing all his attention on him. "Well, let's hear it, ken doll." he gestures his hand for him to continue.

"Right, so we'll go in there separately. Maybe, one of us as a couple. We disguise our way in there and act like clueless tourists just wandering around. We'll bring one of our agents so I can walk with them." Six makes a plan out of the top of his head since he's never really done this before.

She frowns. "So… me and Lloyd as a couple?" she asks slowly.

Six casually nods. "Yeah. You guys look more fitting for it. I'll be a solo traveler with a friend. Then, Lloyd and you are going to follow him after he leaves that café. Make something up so he could be in a secluded place. Wherever you decide to do it, make sure to destroy the cameras before it could even catch you. Are we clear?" he explains to them.

They're both an attentive partner to him, always listening to him no matter what the situation is. Six rarely makes plans for missions. He usually just does what he's told to. He only ever strategizes when he urgently has to.

Lloyd immediately nods. "Clear. I'll go and tell our team in the other room." he declares, getting up from his seat.

She nods her head too. "I'm going to prep and cloak our weapons again so it doesn't beep during security." Elle states before all of them part their ways to do their own thing.

***

Beep

Their hotel door opens as Lloyd comes into the room with the key card in his hands. He's just finished briefing the team of their plan. He bought some clothes in the mall for their disguise as well.

Elle is in the bathroom, doing her hair to make it look like she's a tourist because she clearly doesn't. She's already learned to blend in since she was born. She's lived in this country her whole life.

Six is taking off his shirt and jacket in the room, that certainly doesn't make him look like a solo traveler. He looks more like a rich guy about to murder a guy. It's not exactly his fault that Lloyd always buys his clothes expensively. He just told him that he wanted comfortable clothes.

Lloyd's knuckles knock on the bathroom and Elle snaps her head with a straightener and a brush still in her hair. "Yeah?" she asks him as he leans on the doorframe.

He shows her three shopping bags. "Bought you guys some clothes. You know, for the disguise. I've already memorized both of your sizes." Lloyd tells her.

She nods, calmly putting the burning hot straightener on the counter. "Okay, what am I wearing?" she asks, fully turning to him with a hand on her hip.

Lloyd takes a clothing item from the bag and reveals it to her. "Well, this." He hands her a very long, flowy maxi pink sundress with white flowers and ribbons for the straps. Something to wear in an island destination or on a beach.

She sighs. "You've got to be kidding me. I have to wear this? Lloyd, we're in Jakarta, not in fucking Bali or something. This is not something you'd wear in a city." Elle complains.

Lloyd nods. "Yeah, stupid tourists, remember? They wear whatever the fuck they want." he argues.

She shakes her head in disbelief. "Fine. If I have to wear this shit, then you can't wear this either." she says, her finger pointing out his clothes that certainly make him look too rich and not like a tourist at all.

He frowns, looking down at his black patterned polo shirt and his white trousers. "What? No. These are my clothes. I'm not taking it off. Ever." Lloyd firmly states.

She smirks, stepping forward to him and her hands rest against his chest. "Yes, you are. Because I'm the one taking it off of you." she softly demands, her fingers already slowly taking his buttons off.

Lloyd huffs. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he grumbles but he doesn't move a single muscle, he's letting her do it.

She nods, flicking off three buttons on the top of his shirt. “Yeah, wear a normal shirt and normal pants to blend in as a tourist. You know, I knew you weren’t just some tourist or a guy who worked a 9-5 job here, back at that bar. Because of how you dressed. Now, let me style you, Lloyd.” she says before finally finishing taking off all of the buttons.

He rolled his eyes, glaring down at her. “Whatever. Just make it quick.” Lloyd mumbles and she lifts his shirt above his head quickly.

He’s left shirtless and while this isn’t the first time she’s seen him like this, it has been a long time since they’ve seen each other fully naked. It’s only been two weeks. Lloyd wanted to give her some space, after everything that’s happened. He didn’t want to push her. He wanted to let her body heal properly. She’s been with Six a lot and he's been helping her sleep every night.

She looks down at all his toned abs and abdomen. “You’ve gotten ripped.” Elle remarks teasingly.

Lloyd frowns. “That’s not true. I haven’t even been working out.” He refers to something else that isn’t related to actually working out. He knows she knows what it means. He knows how smart she actually is. Smarter than him, sometimes.

Her lips turn into a smirk as she slowly stares up at him with those big, innocent eyes. “Well, we could fix that tonight if we decide to stay the night here.” She teases him.

He slowly nods. “We'll see later.” Lloyd seriously tells her and a smile gleams on her lips.

She grabs the dress she’s about to wear and snatches all the shopping bags from his hands. “Come here, we have more space in the room.” she says before grabbing his hand, dragging him into their room.

Six turns his head to them and frowns confusedly. She goes to stand in front of him while throwing all the bags onto their bed. Lloyd still has his hand glued on hers as he stands behind her.

"What's going on here? Why is Lloyd suddenly shirtless?" Six asks them, holding in a laugh as his lips slowly tug into a small smile.

She smiles softly. "I'm styling him now. You need it too, you know. So, take your shirt off please." she demands him and he immediately nods, already taking his shirt off from him. Six doesn't hesitate at all because they've both seen him naked already and he trusts them. If this was anyone else, he'd rip their skin off.

Lloyd tilts his head to the side. "You keep ordering us to take off our shirts, when are you going to do the same?" he asks her, wrapping his hand around her waist as he presses himself against her from behind.

Six casually throws his shirt somewhere on the bed before glaring at the other man.

"Now's not the time for that. We need to—"

Wordlessly, she casually takes her crop top off of her body, revealing her white bra that matched her shirt. "I need to change into my dress first before I style you guys." she innocently says.

Lloyd's eyes wander all around her body from behind and somehow, he's so relieved that all her scars from two weeks ago are gone. He knows it has been gone for long already but he remembered the fear he felt when he saw all those scars on her body that weren't healing yet. He thought it was the end of her.

Six's eyes respectfully stare down at her body before looking back up at her eyes. "Change quick, Elle. This isn't a…" he softly trails.

She nods. "I know. This is a mission. And the mark's still in the same place until now." she states as a matter of fact.

Lloyd looks at their window and she's right. He glances at the blonde as he smirks. "Come on, Six. Loosen up. She's just styling us. It's a requirement for the mission." he remarks.

"Since when do you ever loosen up for a mission?" Six casually asks, knowing how he used to be so uptight with them during a mission. But that was before having her.

Lloyd shrugs before she pulls away from him and walks towards Six, standing beside him. "Because he's changed, right?" she teases.

He nods. "Maybe," he admits.

Six looks over to her and the dress she has in her hands. "Take your pants off and wear the dress." he softly demands, grabbing the dress she's holding.

She does what she's told, kneeling down a little to take her leggings off smoothly. Lloyd has to retreat his eyes from the view in front of him to not get that distracted. He does have to do a mission after this. He can't get hard for this.

After completely removing her leggings off of her feet, she throws them onto their bed. She stands up and looks up at Six due to their height difference. Sometimes she forgets how tall he is compared to her. She's not exactly short, he's just too tall.

Elle turns to him and he puts on the dress above her head carefully. She didn't even think he'd do this for her. He places the straps on her shoulders correctly and smoothens them out before he observes the dress on her body quietly.

"Nice dress for a disguise." Six quietly remarks, "Lloyd bought you this, didn't he?" he asks before turning to the man in question.

Lloyd nods at him. "Yeah, obviously. She wouldn't have worn something like this."

She turns her eyes to him and rolls her eyes. "Because this isn't some island. It's a city. We don't wear shit like this." she retorts, tidying her dress.

He frowns. "I've seen some girls wear this at that bar and then in this mall. Even more revealing and shorter ones." Lloyd comments casually.

She shakes her head. "Other girls aren't me. I have a damn principle. I wasn't raised that way." Elle firmly states. She doesn't think that other girls who wear that are sluts or anything, it's just a matter of preference and principle. She was raised by abusers, but they still taught her about values, regardless.

Lloyd cocks his head to the side before slowly smirking. "Well, then, maybe it's a good thing that you'd only be revealing yourself to us and no one else. It's exclusive." he affirms.

"Yeah, except for now." she retorts, still not really okay with having to wear this dress just for the mission.

Lloyd sighs, regarding her with a soft look. "I know, baby, but we're gonna walk together out there. If anyone says some stupid shit I'll shoot their fucking mouth." he swears. He's never called her that. That was usually Six's thing for her, sometimes.

She breaks into a giggle. "Yes, please. I'd love that very much." she says before realizing what he just said. "Wait. Did you just—"

And Lloyd just had noticed what slipped out of his mouth, accidentally. "Okay, let's just change our clothes and you know, do it quickly." he tries to change the subject.

She's okay with it. She knew he wasn't ready for it yet, anyway. He never is going to be. He doesn't have the guts to make things more serious. Even after a month. A month of enduring and living together. That's the longest he's ever stayed with anyone before and the most he's done with a woman.

She clears his throat before a smile touches her lips. "Alright, so, you guys stay here." she tells them, walking to their bed and grabbing the shopping bags.

As she turns around to them with the bags, she takes a step back to observe both of them like this. Still and shirtless. Just for her. Like two sexy supermodels perfect and ready for her only. She has no fucking idea how much power she has over them. They'd do quite literally anything for her if she asks. Even this. This is something they both would've never done if it wasn't with her and for her.

She won't admit this, but this whole thing is turning her on a little. A little too much, perhaps. It does spark her a bit that they'd both just strip their whole body for her whenever she asks. She knows it's a sensitive thing for them because their body is full of scars and survivor wounds that no one else would've been allowed to see. Except for her, that is.

Six turns to her and frowns. "Elle? You good?" he softly asks her.

She snaps herself back to reality and looks at him, nodding. "Yep. Yes, all good. Okay, so, Lloyd's turn first. Because… there's a lot to work with." Elle states, walking to him.

Lloyd straightens up and places his hands on his bare hips as she steps closer to him.

She stands in front of him, staring down at his pants before she grimaces. "Your pants… It's too douchey. It reeks of an asshole rich guy who's about to murder someone. Not a clueless, stupid tourist." she remarks.

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, what am I wearing then?" he asks her and she pulls out some white linen pants from the bag.

Lloyd already shakes his head at the sight of it. "Absolutely not. That was for Six." he argues.

"Wear it." she orders sternly and he's just speechless, eventually taking the white pants from her hands. She sneaks a peek into the options for the shirts and finds a dark navy polo shirt. Which is still from a fancy brand but at least, it doesn't look like it from the front.

She casually hands him the shirt and he just accepts it, without any complaints. "See, you can even still wear a polo shirt, just a much more normal one than your usual. I have no idea why you bought a dozen clothes for this disguise. This is like a week's worth of clothes for the three of us." she comments.

He scoffs, looking down at the clothes she chose for him. "Because I thought we'd need some clothes if we're going to stay the night. Our fake suitcases are all filled with weapons and comms. That you magically made it invisible." Lloyd remarks, quietly praising her.

Elle nods. "I know, I'm amazing. Anyway, take your pants off and wear all this. I'm not gonna look." she assures him before turning around from him to walk to Six.

Six's face slowly relaxes at her as she steps closer and closer to him with the bags in her hands. Lloyd begins to take his pants off to wear the clothes she told him to but Six completely ignores the sight. Instead, his eyes study her every movement, as usual. Her long dress sways with her body as she walks and he just noticed how perfect she's wearing the dress she hates.

She meets his eyes and gives him that soft, warm smile he secretly likes so much. Her cheeks blushes and her dimples show whenever she smiles. "You look nice, you know. Just saying. Regardless of the situation." Six quietly compliments her.

Her lips stretch further as her smile widens. "Thank you." she sweetly thanks him.

Looking down at the bags again, her eyes light up as she finds the perfect clothes for him. Along with an accessory. She takes them all out and reveals it to him.

Six's eyes look down at her clothing choice for him and he has absolutely no complaints. Even though he's never worn anything like this before. There's some khaki linen pants, a white linen button collar shirt and a dark blue baseball cap.

She looks at him for approval. "What do you think?" she asks him.

He stares up at her again and his lips form into a small, genuine smile. "It's perfect. I'll wear it." Six softly tells her as he gently grabs the clothes from her hands.

Her smile glows again and brightens up the whole hotel room. "Great, okay. I'll let you change." she says, turning around again to Lloyd. It's like she's a spinning wheel the whole time.

Once she finally sees Lloyd all dressed in the exact outfit she chose and wearing it surprisingly well, her smile widens again.

Lloyd looks down at his final outfit and smiles at her. "Satisfied with the result?" he asks her while she walks closer to him.

She casually nods, placing all the bags on their bed again before grabbing two pairs of sunglasses from it. One for her. One for him. She doesn't even know why he bought so many sunglasses for a one time disguise and one night in this hotel.

Elle steps closer to him while she could hear Six take his pants off and she tries to ignore that. She needs to focus. This is a serious mission. She's about to kill someone. She's never planned that before. It has always been self-defense.

Lloyd grabs the sunglasses from her hands and examines it closely. "It's decent, I guess," he mutters before staring back up at her, regarding her. She's glowing in that dress as her face focuses on her leopard print sunglasses.

He tilts his head to the side and tucks her hair under her ear. Her eyes finally looked up at him. "You do look nice, you know. You could pull anything off. Even my shirt." Lloyd softly tells her.

She laughs out loud, smiling widely and his heart bruises again. He has no idea what the fuck is going on with his heart or his mind or anything inside him. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. She affects him so much. Everything that she does impacts him. Even the tiniest things. He hates feeling this way. Confused. Lost. Helpless. He has never felt all these emotions for anyone. He's never even felt emotions for himself. She changed everything and he's starting to hate it.

She shakes her head. "Not your polo shirts. I want to wear your normal shirts. The one you wear to bed. It'll be much more comfortable." she says.

He frowns. "I don't wear anything to bed, sweetheart. You'd know that if you spent a night with me." Lloyd remarks. A little harsh, since he was the one who kept his distance after what happened two weeks ago. He just wanted to give her space. He didn't want to touch her. But, she wanted him to. She just thought he wanted space as well.

She nods seriously. "We will, Lloyd. Soon enough. Or tonight, in this hotel room." she teases.

Six clears his throat, tidying his shirt as he's all dressed up. "I'm done. We should go now. Lloyd, we need a few agents watching the area as well. Are they ready?" he asks him.

Elle and Lloyd immediately turn around to him as she takes a second to properly observe him, up and down. He looks way too good in those linen pants than he should be. He's used to being dressed by people and ordered around. He usually just wears whatever the agency tells him to. But this time, it's different. She's styling him, not demanding him. In a much more affectionate way, too.

Lloyd nods at him. "Yeah, they are. Are you guys ready?" he asks both of them, about to walk to the door as Six steps forward towards them.

She turns around to him and nods. "So, we need to do a little PDA if that's okay with you, you know to be more convincing. We'll walk with our arms tangled together and our bodies sticking the whole time while just admiring the place." she tells him in detail.

He knits his eyebrows. "Are you okay with that? I know you hate all that shit. It makes you uncomfortable." Lloyd reminds her, knowing her all too well by now.

She hums assuringly, her eyes gazing up at him. "No, it's okay. It's just for the mission. I just want to get this over with before this guy hurts more people." Elle firmly states.

Six is already standing behind her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "We'll do it right. I believe in you." he softly murmurs to her.

She moves her eyes to him and gives him a small smile. "Yeah, I know." she whispers back.

Lloyd glances between them while they're still focused on each other. He clears his throat, gaining their attention. "Let's go. We don't have all day." he declares, sternly.

They both agree to that, leaving their hotel room all at once.

***

It's the most annoying thing to pretend. She hates pretending. She'd rather walk into a burning fire.

But this time, she doesn't really have much of a choice but to follow the protocols of the mission. It needs to be discreet. Quiet. Quickly.

There's nothing discreet about murdering an influential politician in the biggest mall in the city, though. It was the only way. He was in his office every other day.

Unless she was planning to execute all of the corrupt politicians in the city at their own office, she'd have to work with what she has now.

At least this way, she gets to finally be close enough with Lloyd. He has sort-of ignored her for this whole week. She's missed him. So much. But, she didn't want to push him either if he somehow wanted space. She understands him. More than himself, even.

So now, here they are, walking side-by-side with her arm clinging onto his and her body leaning against his while they walk through the mall as a fake tourist couple. Well, technically, it's not really fake but they're not exactly a couple. They're okay with touching each other and being close but they're definitely not in a relationship. It's too complicated for both of them.

"Where did he go now?" Lloyd asks, whispering into her ears as he smiles just to make people think that he's saying something affectionate to her.

She fakes giggles, leaning onto his ear. "I don't fucking know. How long do we have to pretend like this again?" she asks him.

He looks down at her with no expression this time. "Until he's dead, sunshine." Lloyd says, close to her face and somehow, he manages to make his tone affectionate.

She frowns slightly, looking ahead. "Somehow you saying actual murder and mixing it with a sweet nickname gives me the chills. Honestly, Lloyd, how can you be so casual about this?" Elle genuinely asks him, finally looking into his eyes.

Lloyd stares back at her, regarding her with a small, tender look. He just realizes that she's still not used to all this yet. "Because I've gotten used to it. I had to. And you will too, one day. At least, you have us. I'll guide you step-by-step." He actually means it when he says it. He wants to help her. Something that he didn't have when he had his first kill.

She wonders for a moment, what it would be like when she'll be all alone, doing all the missions for the CIA and not having a home to come home to. Or anyone to come home to. It'll be just like before. Her pretty, wide eyes continue to stare into his as they walk straight ahead into the crowd. Over here, the people give them space to walk just because they're white. They respect them more due to the color of their skin. It's an unfortunate fact.

She nods slowly. "Yeah. Okay." she replies before drifting her eyes to where they're going.

Lloyd looks around them, searching for their mark. "Fuck, I think we lost him." he mutters, pressing the comms in his ears and she does too.

"Six, where are you?" he asks him through their comms and it immediately connects to him.

There's loud noises of the crowd heard through his comms before he clears his throat. "I'm walking through the bridge above you. There's a huge balcony here and he just dropped his family off to go to the other connecting mall. He's alone now. Come meet me." Six flatly explains while casually walking through the crowd alone. He's got his navy baseball cap on with a backpack behind his back and a field agent beside him.

She hums in response. "We're on our way to you." Elle immediately answers.

Lloyd glances at her and frowns. "You know exactly where he is?" he asks.

She nods calmly. "I know the place that he told us about. I've been in this mall since I was born. I've memorized every inch of this place even before it was all renovated and shit." she tells him.

His lips form into a thin line. "Right. Okay. You know best. Sorry, sweetheart." Lloyd quickly apologized and she smiled casually.

It was really unlike him to apologize. Especially to admit that he's actually wrong. Problem is, his ego is bigger than anything. It makes him feel better to know that he's smarter than anyone else. But for her, he'd be willing to forget about his ego for just a second.

And nowadays, he's doing that a lot.

***

Her eyes searched through the crowd for Six. She knew she couldn't approach him but it'd feel nice just to see him.

"I'm sure he's here somewhere." Lloyd mutters in her ear.

She nods, not even looking at him as they're holding hands like a couple. She guides him further into the enormous bridge balcony between the two new malls. It's way too crowded and suffocating in here that he's practically squeezing her soft hands. He hates crowded spaces.

He unhooks his sunglasses from his shirt and puts it on due to the brightness of the sun, despite being in the shade already. It smells weird here. Like all kinds of different smells combined into one and are all in the same place. People have been staring at them with wide eyes ever since they've entered the mall and he despises it. She does too. She's always hated it.

Lloyd's eyes scans through the place again, seeing the huge amount of people walking everywhere and suddenly, he spots the target from across the other balcony. He's casually walking with a suspected mistress while holding a bunch of shopping bags in his other hand.

He leans onto her ear. "Hey, he's here." Lloyd whispers and she whips her head, immediately looking for Six. "No, not Six. Our mark, I mean. He's with a young woman. Fucking pathetic." he comments.

Elle frowns before turning her eyes to where his eyes are staring at. And there he is. Her mark. Not exactly the man she was looking for but it'll do. She wants to finish this mission as quickly as possible, anyway so she could enjoy the rest of her day peacefully. Though, now that the moment's perfect and he's almost right in front of her, she hasn't actually thought of how to do it. Of course, it'd have to be with her mind. But, how? How could she do it without making it look completely ruthless?

She leans to his ear. "I'll just make his heart stop from here. Quick and easy. Less bloody and everything." she says, with a slight hesitancy.

He furrows his brows, glancing at her. "Are you sure? You know he deserves way worse, Elle. I know you think that too. I know you." Lloyd encourages her more. He means well. He's not trying to push her limits. He knows her limits. And this is barely crossing it. He just wants her to live up to her actual potential and he wants to guide her to it.

Suddenly, she stops walking and he does too, turning to her. He frowns in concern, gently holding her hands between them. Her eyes are focused elsewhere, to the mark and around them. All these innocent people. It's already bad enough that she has to get them to witness a murder scene and now she has to make his death more painful.

She frantically shakes her head, finally meeting his eyes through her own sunglasses. "No… I can't. Not with all these people." she whispers.

Lloyd sighs softly, squinting through his sunglasses. "Elle, there's barely any people around them. Plus, we could still make it less bloody if you want. I'll teach you. Just like you wanted." he assures her, calmly. He knows how to convince her.

She doesn't exactly nod or say anything approving of it. She needs to make sure first. "Are we out of the camera's sight?" she asks first.

He nods immediately before pressing on his comms. "Tell our IT team to disable the cameras now. We're on standby." Lloyd orders the team.

"Okay. Well, what do I do now?" she hesitantly asks him.

His eyes gesture across them, to where their mark is still standing there, watching the city view with his mistress. Lloyd gets behind her and she turns to get a clear view of the mark. He hugs her from behind affectionately while his arms wrap around her waist. They're making it look like they're just a tourist couple, enjoying the view like everyone else is.

Her soft hands rest on top of his as he leans onto her ear. "Focus on the mark and on your energy." he whispers softly and she nods.

She turns her gaze, paying close attention to the man across from them. He looks so calm and happy, despite all the crimes he's done that no one else knows about. He doesn't give a single shit about all the innocent lives he's ruined. He only cared about his money and his wealth. He took advantage of so many people in this city. And that really enraged her. It sparked rage in her. That's enough energy for what she's about to do now.

His mouth brushes against her ear. "Now, do it. Kill him, Elle. He deserves it." Lloyd coldly says, giving her the official order.

She nods obediently, inhaling a deep breath as her eyes sharply glare at the mark with anger still inside her. That anger fuels her powers and her mind focuses on the mark before the man starts to feel choked, like there isn't any more oxygen for him. He holds his neck with both of his hands to try to breathe but before he could even move again, his neck snaps by her mind. He drops dead on the floor while everyone around them screams in panic.

She widens her eyes in shock, not expecting it to go like that. She just killed a man in public brutally and now she's feeling guilty of it. She looks around the dead body and all the people terrified of their life, worrying that they'll be next. She never wanted it like this. She doesn't want to scare people to death.

Lloyd slowly smirks, ignoring the chaos around them. "Good girl, baby. Let's get out of here." he whispers in her ear and she lets him take her out of there.

What the fuck was that?

***

She's been quiet ever since they went back to their hotel room. She's waiting for Six. Lloyd's in the bathroom, cleaning himself up.

She's just sitting by the desk, staring out at the window, showing the crime scene happening downstairs. It's utter chaos. A respected politician died mysteriously, out in public. There's no evidence. Not even a trace. They'll be investigating this for ages.

But, she isn't stopping here. This is only her first. There are still more kills to come.

She's still questioning herself, though. Is this really what she wants? Killing all the corrupt politicians in the city to insinuate fear for everyone? That wasn't her purpose. She wants to clean up the city. Not make it way worse. She wants to make it better for the people in the city. And this definitely doesn't feel like it.

Suddenly, someone knocks on the door and she immediately gets up from her seat, already knowing who it is. The man she's been waiting for.

She opens the door with her mind, standing in the middle of the room. Six steps in the room and the door closes itself behind him. He looks at her with a small smile.

"Oh, you're back!" Lloyd shouts from the bathroom as he's still showering and the blonde chuckles softly.

Her lips slowly tug into a tired, relieved smile at seeing him. Wordlessly, she runs to him and throws all her weight against him as her arms wrap around him. She gets on her tiptoes and rests her head on his chest. Hugging him has always been a comfort for her. In any situation. She feels so much better once she's in his arms. She feels safe. Secured. Content.

Six's arms wrap around her back and he kisses her head. "How are you feeling?" he softly asks in her ears. The most tender voice she's ever heard. The only thing that could really comfort her. Him and his voice.

She shakes her head. "It got messy." Elle mutters against his chest.

He nods. "I know. We'll have better ones next time. You're still learning. My first was also quite messy." Six admits bluntly.

She pulls away from him, resting her hands on his shoulders. "How did it happen?"

Six sighs, looking down at her with tenderness. "Well, I was supposed to just use the sniper but… he got away. So I had to do it another way. A more brutal way. The reason they had me using a sniper for my first time is because it lets me keep my distance from the mark. It's almost the same as what you did today. But, the closer you get to the mark, the more experienced you are." he explains.

She nods, her eyes staring up at him and she gazes openly at him. She's so glad that she has him. She can't imagine doing all this alone. She needs him for this mission. Both of them. Without them, she'd probably be unstable and reckless.

He cups her face and his thumb gently caresses her skin. "It's almost getting dark. Do you want to just stay in and order room service? We can go back to the penthouse first thing tomorrow." Six softly suggests.

She hums in response, smiling up at him and he admires her quietly. She's too fucking beautiful and pure. Everytime she smiles, it feels like his cold heart is starting to fill up. She makes him better. Not just better. Whole. She accepted parts of him and embraced it. Only her. She's the only one he wants. She might just be the best, unexpected thing that could ever happen to him. He never expected anything for himself. And then, she came to him.

"Sounds like a good idea, Six." Lloyd interjects while coming out of the bathroom with his hair still wet and ruffled. He put on some gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt from his shopping earlier.

They both turn to him and she walks further into the room. "It's chaos down there." Elle remarks, gesturing to the view from their window.

Six and Lloyd stand beside each other as they both almost nod in sync. She quietly observes both men, seeing the invisible bond between them. In one full month, they've managed to become each other's most trusted partner that they've ever had in their life. They trust each other with their life. They'd kill and die for each other. They have the same admiration for her. They care for her. They're practically inseparable. She wonders if it's more than just buddies and partners. They've both seen each other naked. They've fucked her at the same time. It's not entirely impossible for them to feel something.

Lloyd looks at her, his eyes only focusing on her. "I don't think that was messy back there. But, I see your point. You hated the fact that civilians needed to witness all that. We could fix that. We'll find a much quieter place next time." he firmly tells her.

She slowly nods, her hand resting on her arm. "I don't want them to be scared, Lloyd. That's not my purpose."

He nods, understanding her. "I know. Your heart's already in the right place, Elle. It always has been. Your intentions are good." Lloyd seriously says with sincerity as he gazes openly at her from afar.

He actually meant it when he said her heart is in the right place, unlike anyone who's in the agency. Even with all the violence and chaos around her and everything horrible that's happened to her, she still managed to do good. She wants to fix and clean the city. Not burn it or corrupt it. She cares about the people in the city as well. And that's rare. He's never seen anyone so compassionate and kind like her. He knew it the moment he met her in that dingy bar.

Her eyes directly stare into his and an easy smile curves on her lips. "Right. So, we're officially staying here, right?" she asks him.

Lloyd breaks into a soft chuckle and nods. "Yes, we are. Six and I are going to the other room and do a quick debrief with the team and Denny. You clean up and relax. Order room service all you want." he explains.

Six simply nods. "Okay. Sounds like a plan." he says to him before glancing at her. "See you later, okay? Are you sure you're okay with being alone?" he asks her.

She smiles at him. "Yes. I'll be fine. You really are going to be quick?" she asks both of them.

Lloyd frowns at her. "Of course. We'll be quick for you. Promise. Okay, let's go before they knock on our room." he says, looking at the blonde.

She giggles softly as she watches Lloyd drag Six to the door. They both wave goodbye at her before they exit the room together.

The door closes behind them and silence settles in for her. Peace, as well. But she does hate being alone, especially at times like when she's stressed. It's consuming.

She's going to fix it though.

***

Finally, she got herself to relax and forget about all the mess that happened today.

She's drowning in clear, cold water inside the round bathtub of their hotel room. The only thing that could get her to relax.

She feels so calm and at ease when she's inside the water. She can't hear anything, or feel anything or think of anything at all. It's like the world doesn't exist anymore. And it's just her and the bathtub.

This bathtub isn't exactly as big and comfortable as the one they have in the penthouse, but it'll have to do for now. She didn't know how much the penthouse means to her until now as she finds herself missing it. It's her home now. It brings her so much comfort there. Plus, she feels so much safer there than here. As secure as this hotel is, it still isn't home. She can't wait to go back to the penthouse.

She tips her head up in the water, feeling more relaxed than ever. She knows it's almost been half an hour that she's inside the water. The guys haven't come back though. She's just waiting patiently for them.

Before she could even sink deeper into the water again, her phone annoyingly rings loudly beside her. She thought she placed her phone in the room to charge. Guess she just forgot. She's choosing to ignore it instead. It's probably from someone not that important.

But, after one ring, it keeps ringing again. That means the person has called her twice now. So, maybe it is a little important.

She groans, lifting herself up off the water and drying her hands with the towel next to her. Her eyes take a look at the screen still being shown on her phone and she gasps.

It's Denny. The chief. He's calling her, again.

Ever since she memorized his number from Lloyd's phone and put it on her phone, they've been regularly texting and sometimes calling. Rather, he has been texting and calling her. They don't talk much, though. He just frequently asks how things are there, how she is, how the missions were and if the agents were cooperating well or not. Just short and simple texts. But it's the most he's ever done with an asset. He really values her opinion on things. He wants to always hear her perspective first. He has her personal number. It's not strictly professional anymore between them.

Quickly but carefully, she gets out of the bathtub and dries herself. She puts on the hotel bathrobe, grabs her phone and rushes out of the bathroom.

The phone still keeps on ringing as she sits up on the bed. She answers his call and places it on her ear while leaning against the bed's headboard.

She clears her throat. "Hi. Sorry. I was in the bathroom. What's wrong?" Elle casually asks like she isn't talking to her boss anymore.

Denny sighs, turning around on his chair in his office that's overlooking the view of Croatia. He's in another CIA station again, sitting on his ass all day and debriefing missions from all around the world, just from his screen. He had just finished a debrief with the team, Lloyd and Six. He wanted one with Elle too, just much more casual and informal than a usual debrief.

"Nothing. I just wanted to ask how the mission was. I know how important it was for you." Denny calmly asks her and she bites her lips anxiously.

"Well… I didn't expect it to be like that. I thought I could just make it less gory. It was in a public mall. Everyone was there and they had to watch that horrible scene." she naively says.

He clicks his tongue. "I don't think that was horrible. I think it was the cleanest kill I've witnessed in the CIA. You did good. There's nothing to feel bad about. We'll make the next ones less public." Denny assures her.

She nods to herself as she hums in response. "Okay. Oh, by the way, weren't you just doing a debrief with Lloyd and Six?" Elle asks him.

He hums affirmatively. "Yes. I was. It was done. Now they're briefing their own team. How are they, speaking of?" he suddenly asks.

"The team?" she innocently asks before realizing what he actually meant by it.

"No, Lloyd and Six. How are they to you? Do they treat you well? I know Lloyd can be a little stubborn sometimes. It takes time to adjust." Denny asks her again.

She realized that his question was plainly asking if they treated her well as a teammate. He doesn't know anything about their relationship at all. And he shouldn't. It'd be unprofessional and weird. Even though this thing between them already is.

She turns her eyes toward the view as she massages her temples. "Yeah, they've been decent to me. I mean, they've never had someone to work with so it did take time to adjust. But, living together certainly made it easier for us to tolerate each other." Elle gives him a logical answer that wouldn't lead to him suspecting anything.

Denny hums quietly. "That's good. If they're ever misbehaving or disrespectful, let me know."

She nods. "Okay. I will."

"Good. You did a good job out there today. I'm saying it again because you really did." Denny tells her and she hums affirmatively.

Suddenly, from afar, the hotel door makes that annoying beeping noise when the key card scans the door. It opens and she could already hear Lloyd and Six entering the room while having a conversation. And then, she just realized that Denny can't know that they're sharing a room together. He knows that they booked a few rooms in this hotel for the mission but he'd obviously assume that she has her own room.

She clears her throat, quickly getting up from the bed as she walks to the window so he can't hear the men in the background. "Right, so, I'm gonna go. It's almost dinner time here and I am starving after that mission." She makes up a fake excuse.

"Alright, talk to you later." Denny formally says before she hangs up the call. She places her phone on the desk beside her and walks to them like normal.

Lloyd steps in further into the room with Six behind him. She smiles at them as she approaches them with a bathrobe still on.

He frowns at her. "Were you just on the phone with Denny?" Lloyd bitterly asks. He's not too fond of their interactions lately.

She casually nods as Six goes to stand beside her in the middle of their room. His hand gently wrapped around her lower back, turning to her with a relaxed face.

"I can't wait to get in that bed with you and not think of anything ever again." Six murmurs sweetly to her as she giggles softly.

Lloyd frowns, stepping forward to her. "Elle. Could you stop calling him? It's disturbing." he grumbles.

She looks at him, knitting her eyebrows. "What's wrong? We're just casually talking. Platonically." she confirms.

He scowls. "Yeah, that's the point. You're not even supposed to be platonic with him. You're just supposed to keep your distance because he's your boss. It's better that way." Lloyd states firmly.

Her eyes bore into his. "You don't control me, Lloyd. I don't see anything wrong with us just talking. He asks me how I am and how the mission is. That's it."

"Nothing more than that?" he asks her, his eyes glaring at her as his jaw tenses.

She shakes her head casually before frowning. "No. I'd never cheat on you, dumbass. You're too good to be cheated on." Elle cracks a joke with a small smile on her lips.

Six lets out a light chuckle at seeing Lloyd speechless. "She's too good for us, isn't she?" The blonde teases him.

Lloyd hides a smile on his lips before rolling his eyes. "Whatever. I'm starving. Let's order room service." he declares as Six and her exchange knowing looks.

***

Despite everything that happened today, she seems to be better now. With them. In the privacy of their hotel room, enjoying every moment they can.

After they had dinner in the living room of the hotel room, they each did their own thing.

Six went to shower, Lloyd's doing some work on his laptop right beside her on the bed and she's just quietly reading a book, also on the bed. They're both already dressed for bed.

It's not that late, but they're both tired and just want to relax. The city lights luminates on them and it's even brighter here than in their penthouse. They're in the center of the city. It overlooks the view of the whole city, not just a small part of it like what they're used to seeing.

"What book is that?" Lloyd suddenly asks her, still actively typing on his laptop.

She frowns confusedly, focused on her book. "Since when are you interested?"

He nods. "You're right, I'm not. I kinda just want to throw that book away from you and pull in for a kiss." Lloyd bluntly admits, not looking at her yet. He's teasing her.

She scoffs, putting her book down on her lap as she playfully rolls her eyes. "Put that laptop away, then. You can do it tomorrow. We have all the time in the world." Elle says, turning her body to him.

Lloyd finally looks down at her and her playful smile before giving in to her. "Fine." he mutters, closing his laptop as he places it on the nightstand beside him.

He turns to her, wrapping his hand around her waist as she giggles and leans her body against his side. Her pretty, tired eyes look up at him and smiles warmly.

Her body curls up against him as she rests her hands on his chest. She sighs contentedly, enjoying him like this. "I like you better this way. Calm and tamed." she remarks.

His face approaches hers. "I was never like this before. You did this." he tells her seriously, close to her face and their lips are inches from touching.

Her smile widens. "Are you glad that I did?" she slowly asks.

Lloyd nods almost immediately, staring down at her lips. "Yeah. I am." he softly answers before leaning down and kissing her lips gently at first. This is the first kiss they've had in almost a week.

She moans softly into his mouth, melting into the kiss and her hands reach up to his jaw. "We haven't kissed for ages." she complains.

He chuckles against her mouth. "You're exaggerating, sweetheart." Lloyd retorts.

She frowns, breaking the kiss. "No, I am not." Elle pulls away from him, "You haven't touched me for over two weeks. And, no, that night in our home theater doesn't count."

Lloyd sighs in defeat, his eyes gazing openly at her as he quietly admires her facial features. She's so fucking beautiful and gorgeous even when she's tired and has just murdered someone. To his eyes, she's the most perfect thing in the world. He'd never find anyone like her. Ruthless and pretty at the same time. She's not always ruthless though, she still could be kind and compassionate because it's who she is. It's in her nature. That's what he loves about her.

He shrugs off his thoughts. "I wanted to give you space. You know, after what happened." Lloyd finally answers truthfully.

Wait a minute—

She frowns again, that crinkle between her eyebrows revealing which he's already so familiar with. "But, I'm fine now. I healed completely. Psychically and mentally. I'm not some fragile fucking baby. I handled it well after. I got something good out of it, too."

Lloyd knits his eyebrows in confusion. "Yeah? Like what?" he asks her.

Then, she smiles up at him. That pretty fucking smile with her dimples and teeth showing. He's so addicted to it. It's one of his favorite things about her. He could start a whole list of it.

She blinks at him. "You saved my life. And now I know just how much you care about me." she sweetly murmurs, taking his hand to guide to her heart, just below her tank top. Her hand is on top of his as he feels her heartbeat against his hand. "Feel that? It beats for you now, Lloyd. You saved it."

His hand rests on her heart, beside her breasts. "You don't have to be so cheesy about it. But yeah, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Lloyd firmly states and her smile lingers for him.

The bathroom door opens as Six comes out of it, with only his briefs and a white t-shirt. His hair is still wet from the shower. He casually walks to her side of the bed while shooting Lloyd a passing glance. She watches his every movement, paying close attention to his large, thick thighs that are showing off his muscles.

"What happened to your pants?" Lloyd asks him, genuinely. He thought that he had bought some extra sweatpants earlier.

"Didn't want to wear them. It's too humid." Six flatly replies as he makes his way to her, laying next to her on the bed. She's between them again. Sandwiched with two needy men.

He sits up as she turns her body around to him and she immediately smiles. "Hi," she mutters to him while Lloyd rolls his eyes at their disgusting cuteness. They don't even have to say anything sometimes. They could just look into each other's eyes and know what they're thinking.

Six looks down at her, cupping her face before grabbing her chin gently. He leans to press a soft kiss on her mouth, his lips slowly stretching into a smile against her lips. He's just happy to be here, safe and sound with her.

"Hi." he whispers and pulls away from her lips. He stares into her pretty, brown eyes. "What do you want to do now?" he asks her.

Lloyd smirks, glaring at him. "You know, there are a lot of things to do together in a hotel room, Six. A lot of fun things." he teases them.

She sighs before yawning tiredly. "While that sounds fun, I'm kinda worn out after today. But, I mean, if you guys want to do something, feel free to do it while I'm asleep. I have a special kink for that." she teases, glancing between them before winking smoothly.

"You have a what? How does that even work, Elle? How could you be turned on by something if you're fully asleep?" Lloyd asks so many questions. He's curious, but also genuinely concerned about the amount of kinks she has.

She laughs softly, moving to the side as she rests her body on Six's chest. She turns her head to Lloyd, still smiling for him. "Well, I'd have to be half awake, technically. You just gotta find a way to wake me up, I guess." she plainly explains.

Lloyd frowns, cocking his head to the side and taking a moment to think about it. He's never heard of a kink like that, because in order for it to work, it needs to be done in an established relationship but he's never had one before. It needs a lot of consent and trust beforehand. He has that all with her, though they're not necessarily in a relationship. None of them even know what it is. But, they trust each other and would kill if anything happens to one of them so that's more than enough.

Elle looks up at the man laying behind her. "Hey, can you pass my phone please? It's over there," she nicely asks him and he quickly looks over to where she's pointing her finger at. He reaches over to the nightstand beside him and grabs her phone, handing it to her.

She takes the phone in her hands and smiles up at him. "Thank you." she thanks him quietly as he just returns her smile. She doesn't even have to thank him, he'd do anything for her whenever she asks.

Opening her phone, she quietly scrolls through her apps to find the camera app. She scoots over to the middle with both men glued to each side of her. Wordlessly, she quickly aims her phone screen in front of them and takes one selfie. She smiles in it and both men just look confused, staring into the camera.

Six is caught off guard and Lloyd frowns at her. She looks back at them, plainly.

She shrugs at him. "What? I'm not gonna post it anywhere or something. I'm not an idiot. It's just for memories. I don't have a single picture of any of you on my phone." she defends.

Lloyd nods, his eyes staring down at her. "Yeah, but you can't keep that, Elle. Six, take it from her." he orders the blonde behind her.

Six tries to grab her phone from her hands but she dodges him. Lloyd quickly pulled her in closer by her waist, dropping his head down to leave kisses along her neck to tickle her with his stache. She giggles uncontrollably, her grip on her phone starting to get loose as Six takes it from her hands, placing it down on the nightstand. He doesn't delete it though, he does want her to have the picture.

She pulls her neck away from Lloyd and cups his jaw. "Assholes!" Elle exclaims at both of them, looking behind her.

Lloyd lets out a hearty laugh at her reaction, throwing his head back as Six laughs loosely with him. They both haven't had a good laugh like this for a while. She's the only one truly capable of making them laugh genuinely. The only one they'd want to spend their entire shitty mission with.

Lloyd sighs. "You can take pictures of us. Just not in a unsecure phone. We'll get a polaroid or something." he tells her in a serious but sincere tone. He understands why she took that picture. Because when one day, they're not going to see each other again then the only thing they'd have are memories.

She nods. "Okay, fine. But I'm still keeping that one. Even if you delete it, I'll just retrieve it back again." she warns, her finger pointing at him.

He frowns. "You can hack your own phone or something?"

She smirks at him. "Don't underestimate me, Lloyd. My brain is much more developed than an average human being. So, don't fuck with me or my phone."

"Right. Tell me what you can't do, then." Lloyd teases and she laughs softly.

She leans her body onto his, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "You, apparently."

He tips his head back onto the bed's headboard. "Oh, come on. I'm sorry, okay? What happened two weeks ago was so fucked up and I wanted to give us space. Maybe, to think about it again." Lloyd softly admits. He can be soft, sometimes. With the right motivation.

She shrugs, furrowing her eyebrows lightly. "What's there to think about? Do you think we're a mistake?" she asks him.

Lloyd grimaces at her words. "No, not a mistake. I don't think it's a mistake. I think it's the best fucking thing to ever happen. To all of us. I just… Maybe we could've given it a little more time. We did everything so quickly. Because what if we're doing it all wrong and then we're just going to fuck it up in the end? I don't want that." he explains to her, a hint of fear almost evident in his tone.

She knits her eyebrows. "I don't know what you're referring to, Lloyd. What do you mean by 'it'? Tell me. Do you think we're in a relationship?" Elle carefully asks since the question has never popped up before. She knew he hated relationships and probably have never been in a lasting one.

He frowns confusedly, trying to figure this all out. "I—I don't know? Maybe? Yes? What do you think, Six?" Lloyd asks the man behind her for advice. He's completely lost in this. He is stressed out.

Six meets his eyes as he breaks into a small smile. "I think it's more complicated than a relationship or anything that could be labeled. We work together, we live together and we fuck together. We share almost everything together. It's special what we have and rare. We've never done anything like this before with anyone else."

Lloyd nods, immediately agreeing with him before looking back at her eyes. "See? What he said." he says, grabbing both of her hands to hold them gently. "Look, Elle, I couldn't really give a shit about labels. What matters is us. We're together and I don't want to fuck this up in any way." he tells her, seriously.

He has never confessed anything like this before or expressed his true feelings to anyone. There's a first for everything. Especially with her. He's done so many things with her that never in a million years he'd thought he'd do for anyone. He'd never try so hard to save anyone's life. Ever. Wouldn't even bat his eyes if someone was dying in front of him. Doesn't even matter if he might even know them. Anyone could kill themselves beside him, he wouldn't care. No one has ever mattered this much to him until her.

Elle slowly smiles up at him. "You could start by fucking me for one. For the record, I don't think you're going to fuck it up because you've done a good enough job. You saved my fucking life. I owe you my life, Lloyd. That's not nothing. We both mean a lot to each other to ever just mess it up so easily. But, you know, if you meant it by accidentally sticking your dick inside of someone else then—"

Lloyd quickly grimaces in disgust, shaking his head. "Hey, no, fuck no. I would never do that to you. Plus, you've got the best fucking pussy in the world so why even bother looking anywhere else?" he teases with that stupid smirk of his that's undeniably attractive for her.

She lifts her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Is it because of my strength? Because I've never used my strength in bed with anyone else before you guys. I still had to keep it a secret." she genuinely asks. Six stays quiet. He isn't going to say anything about this because he's got a feeling she already knows.

Lloyd nods. "Yeap. You also give really good hand jobs because of it." He casually compliments her.

She hums in realization. "Well, that's why you'll never be bored of my hands." she states.

His lips curve into a bigger smirk, getting near her face. "Exactly, sunshine." he replies.

Six shakes his head, chuckling quietly. "I thought you wanted to sleep." he reminds her.

Elle rolls over to his side of the bed and nods. "Yeah, I still am. I'm getting sleepy already." she answers, yawning softly.

Lloyd pats her back and pulls the white, thick hotel blanket to spread equally on all three of them. "Okay, go to sleep, sunshine. I'm going to finish some work. I'll wake you up if something interesting happens." he tells her, grabbing his laptop from the nightstand.

She tugs into the bed, getting more comfortable as she leans her body against Six. He wraps his arm around her and she lays her head down on his chest. "Wake me up if your dick gets hard too. I don't mind it at all." she casually says and Six snorts, holding in a laugh.

Lloyd scoffs, chuckling softly and he's opening his laptop to start working again. "I will. Good night, Elle. Sweet dreams."

She hums sleepily, already shutting her eyes closed with her legs tangled with Six's as he waits for her to fall asleep. He's not going to sleep just yet. He can't. It's too early for him and he's got a lot to talk with Lloyd. But he'd rather not have her listen to whatever they're about to say.

Sleep takes over her quickly and she's finally asleep peacefully.

***

While Lloyd tries to finish his work as quickly as possible, the guys continue to carry on a casual, quiet conversation. She's still sleeping quietly on Six’s chest.

She sleeps like the dead when she's with him. She's always been so comfortable with him. Not a single care in the world as long as she's in his arms, safe and sound.

Six stares at him intently, his eyes playing close attention to Lloyd's focused and serious face, suddenly. His eyebrows are furrowed and his fingers type quickly on the keyboard. He's almost done with his work and it's crucial for him to get it right. He can't make mistakes. He's an extreme perfectionist. And he'd hate to redo this all over again.

"You know, you can sleep if you want. I know you're getting tired. It's late, Six." Lloyd softly suggests to him, still looking at his laptop screen.

He lets out a quiet yawn as he nods. "You're right. Hey, don't stay up too late." he reminds him.

Lloyd gently scoffs and a small smile pulls into his lips. "Sure. I just need to finish this tonight so I can spend more time with her. And, you."

"Wel, just don't deprive yourself of sleep. It's important to have at least eight hours of sleep a night." Six tells him, really out of character for him.

He frowns, glancing at him from the side. "Oh? Since when did you become like a dad or something? You used to sleep for only two or three hours per night. Sometimes you don't even sleep at all." Lloyd reminds him in case he somehow forgot who he used to be.

Court chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "I haven't become a dad, Lloyd. I've just got more time to actually sleep more in a long time. And, you know, she has an early sleep routine, so." he says.

"Still, it's weird seeing you like this. Also, who knows? Maybe, you could become a dad in the future. It already suits you." Lloyd nicely remarks.

He's complimenting him. And subtly telling him that he'd be a good dad. With her. He'll just be mom and dad's friend who always visits the house. He's not a very good person to have children and he's completely aware of it.

"It's impossible for her to get pregnant, Lloyd. Scientifically. Her words." Six casually explains, already assuming that she's in his future.

He didn't even ask who with. He automatically thought of her because she's all he thinks about. He does see her in his own future even though he rarely thinks about the future itself. He's always thinking of the present and sometimes, the past.

Lloyd nods. "I know, but still. Miracles could happen."

Six frowns confusedly at him. "Since when do you believe in miracles?" he asks him.

He just shakes his head, not answering his question. He refuses to admit the truth to him. That she changed him. Really, truly changed him. The man hated false hopes, especially miracles. But she is the living example of a miracle and he witnessed it himself. "Whatever, go to sleep, Six." he tells him.

Court casually nods. "Okay, good night." he simply says, sliding his body lower and closer to her. His temple rests against hers before he plants a soft kiss on her head. He closes his eyes, relaxing under her touch as he drifts to sleep.

Lloyd stops typing on his laptop to stop and look at them. His two most favorite people on earth. Sleeping so peacefully like nothing else matters anymore. They both feel so safe and secure around him. Him, too. They're his only home. The only one that matters. He's the luckiest man alive to have both of them in his life. He sure feels very damn lucky.

It must be a miracle.

***

This morning is magical for her.

The sun is shining beautifully. Breakfast is served. Laughter fills the room. Her flowy sundress from yesterday is clinging onto her body again. The boys are right beside her, bickering playfully.

All her problems from yesterday went out of the window the second this morning started for her.

They're back home in their penthouse again. And they decided to spend today in their private indoor pool, on the third floor of their place. It has an enormous view of the city. They've never been here before. They checked out from their hotel pretty early in the morning so they could enjoy the rest of it here.

Lloyd ordered them breakfast. She made them fresh smoothies. Six carried everything from downstairs to here. She's sitting on one of the long pool benches between them. They haven't touched the water yet but they're definitely planning to. Either voluntarily or not.

"So, you know the picture I took of all of us last night, in the hotel room? Yeah, I'm going to print it out and put it in a photo frame for my room." Elle announces, her hands gesturing a picture frame.

"Almost like a polaroid." Lloyd remarks, smirking proudly at her for listening to him. His advice is starting to grow on her.

She looks at him and smiles, squinting her eyes through the sunlight reflecting from the huge window beside the infinity pool. "Yeah, exactly like a polaroid."

His lips curve into an actual genuine smile and somehow, he can't stop smiling like an idiot. "Right. So, who's going to dive in the water first?" Lloyd asks them.

Elle immediately shakes her head. "Not me. If you're pushing me in there, I'll punch you in your dick, Lloyd. I mean it." she warns, her index finger pointing at him.

Six lets out a loose laugh, adjusting his sunglasses. He's only in shorts and a thin navy shirt while leaning his back on the bench. "He enjoys that shit, Elle." he retorts, glancing over at them.

Lloyd's smile turns into a smirk, leaning closer to her. "Well, he's right, sunshine."

She smiles wider, her beautiful dimples showing. "Yeah, but you won't be able to handle my strength. I'd break your dick off, Hansen." she teases him in an innocent tone.

His hands rest on each side of her chair, trapping her. "You know I fucking can." Lloyd's voice turns low.

She rolls her eyes at him, hiding a smile before looking at the pool for a second. It is good weather to swim in. "Looks like we're jumping together, then." she whispers, caughting him off guard.

Lloyd frowns, about to protest but it's too late as she wraps her hands around his waist and pulls both of them to jump into the pool. She's too strong for him to handle sometimes. They both land inside the water, staying underwater for a while. Six chuckles softly from outside.

She opens her eyes underwater and he does too. Their clothes are floating and somehow, none of them want to get up. They stare into each other's eyes intensely as her heart starts to race. She doesn't get why this is turning her on so much. The tension between them is so thick even under the water. Her face gets closer to him before grabbing his jaw roughly and connecting her lips into his.

She kisses him passionately and wildly under the water, not giving a shit of anything else anymore. His hands wander on her ass, his lips biting hers into the kiss and they almost forgot that they've been holding their breath. She's immune to drowning and he's held his breath longer than a few couple of minutes.

Six frowns confusedly, wondering why it's taking them so long to get out of the water. He rises up from his bench and slowly dips himself inside the pool, the depth only reaching his shoulders. He might be too tall for this pool. He doesn't even remember when's the last time he's been in a pool for fun. Without trying to escape or fighting some guy or drowning someone.

He looks down at the water and squints his eyes to properly see what they're actually doing. Their bodies are both bent and sunken into the water while they're holding each other's bodies as their lips seem to be stuck together. They're making out underwater. What a romantic way to start the morning. He's so glad that they're finally close again after two weeks. He's proud of them. His lips form into a small smile at the sight of it.

Lloyd grasps her waist as he brings both of their bodies out of the water. Her lips are still attached to his and he pulls away from her to catch his breath. She giggles softly before realizing that Six is already behind them.

"Looked like a nice spot to makeout." Six remarks, suddenly completely different from how he usually is. He's loosening up, finally.

She turns around to him and immediately stares down at his lips. She is in heat. "Yeah, how long can you hold your breath for?" Elle asks him, breathlessly.

He casually shrugs. "Ten minutes, maybe? It's not the longest I've held my breath for but it's my maximum limit for now."

She nods, heavily breathing. "Good. Let's test that out." she demands and there's hesitation written all over his face. He doesn't want to turn this into a competition or something. He knows how competitive she and Lloyd are.

Lloyd snorts. "Trying to compare who's the best kisser underwater, Elle?" He taunts her and she rolls her eyes.

"Fuck off. You're just scared of a little competition, Lloyd. You always are." She coldly insults him and she is right.

He scoffs. "You're so mean sometimes. Meaner than me. Turns me on so much." Lloyd admits as she turns around to him. Somehow, he's attracted to women who are way worse than him. She made him realize that. He's never met anyone as bad as her.

She smirks, then smiles genuinely. Her smile is so fucking beautiful that it pains him. He won't be able to witness this smile forever. "I've never met anyone like you too." she confesses back.

Six swims closer to her, wrapping his hand around her waist and stares into the other man's eyes. "There's not going to be a competition, right? I'd like to just enjoy this morning peacefully."

He chuckles lightly. "See? You're starting to act like an old dad again." Lloyd taunts him.

She frowns, looking over her shoulder at him. "What does he mean by that?" she asks him.

Court smiles softly at her. "Just some stupid joke he made last night. I told him that I've been sleeping earlier than I've ever been and then he called me a dad." he explains.

Elle stops to think about that for a while. Even though it's just some silly joke, she wishes that it's true. She's never actually thought about them like that because it's too fast. They've only been together for a month. But a lot has happened and it has affected her life so much. They feel like home for her and they're the only family she has in the world. The only one who matters anyway. Maybe, if the circumstances were different, she'd want to start a family with them. She may not be capable of being a mom biologically, but there are millions of ways now. It just takes the right parents and a safe home.

She snaps herself back to reality, clearing her throat and smiling. "So, what's the agenda for today?" she asks him.

Lloyd smiles almost immediately. "Swimming. Eating. More swimming. Drinks by the balcony. Movies in the home theater. We haven't touched that room yet, you know, for actual movies." He lists all of them down, and refers to something else that happened a few weeks ago.

Her face grimaces into disgust and laughs. "Oh, please don't remind me of that. Hope you cleaned the carpets." she hopes he did.

Six frowns confusedly, trying to figure out what they're talking about until it dawns on him. The thing that happened in their home theater which he had to witness from the door. He laughs softly, shaking his head.

Lloyd laughs loosely at her, throwing his head back as he holds his stomach from laughing too hard. He can't recall the last time he laughed like this. They haven't had a good laugh for a while too because of what happened a few weeks ago and he's been avoiding her to give space. But, the mission yesterday made them closer again and she's grateful for that. Despite all the shit she's been through over this month, she got something good out of it. Them. Her real home.

She smiles faintly at him. "Seems like a good plan." She agrees on his agenda for today since there aren't any new missions yet. Denny gave her a short break after yesterday.

Six drops his head down to kiss her shoulder as he smiles against her skin. She giggles softly, her hand reaching out to his. Lloyd nods, his eyes quietly observing them and he starts to admire their bond. He could clearly see their deep connection for each other without even having to say anything. They could talk with their eyes and their touch.

That's something he wishes he could have one day with her. It will definitely take some time but he's willing to wait. For her. However long it takes. She's worth the wait. She's worth everything in the world to him. He could never find anyone as precious as her. Ever.

Court's eyes look up at him and he knows exactly what he's thinking. He always does. They have a strong bond, too.

***

Elle got out of the pool to get some more snacks and drinks upstairs while the guys remained inside the water. She grabbed a bathrobe with her as she took the elevator, still soaking wet.

But, she could care less about anything anymore. She's happy again. Finally after a while. There's no other problems between them. Everyone's being honest and open now. Lloyd isn't avoiding her anymore. Six is much happier too. They're closer than ever, Everything's all great as of this moment. Nothing could ever make their happy bubble burst.

Stepping out of the elevator, she walks into their kitchen to go to the fridge. As she opens it and takes out three cold water bottles, her phone on the counter top rings loudly. Her ringtone is very loud and irritating but it's effective for her ears to not miss a call. She places the bottles on the surface beside her phone before looking at the screen.

It's Denny again. Two times in less than twenty four hours now. What's wrong with him? He doesn't usually call his assets constantly and has their personal number. She isn't weirded out with all the casual stuff with him because she thinks it's normal. She doesn't know the real boundary between an asset and the chief.

She tilts her head to the side and frowns confusedly before picking up the call. Her ears are still wet so she puts him on speaker. "Yes? Did something happen?" she casually asks him.

He clears his throat through the call. "Are you alone? I have some classified information. It's sensitive." Denny immediately says, wasting no time.

She nods. "Yeah, I am. What is it?" she quickly responds.

He reviews the documents on his laptop. "Elle, that incident a few weeks ago was a set up from the local police and corrupt government officials. Lloyd wanted to investigate more and so did I. We worked together with our field agents there. They intentionally released those criminals so they'd find out who threw them into jail. However they failed to do so because Six eliminated them after they shot you. They did all this because they were scared of you. What you could do in the city. They'd rather hunt you down instead of doing their own job of catching the criminals. That's how corrupted they are." Denny informs her in his most serious tone she's ever heard.

Just as life was getting slightly better for her, it hit her like a thunder. Lloyd never told her anything about an investigation. He should've told her. This is important for her to know. She didn't think that the corruptors would go to these extreme lengths just to find out who was helping them do their job. They released them, gave them a loaded gun and told them to go to the local hospital to terrorize and harm innocents. Sick patients, doctors, nurses who were all uninvolved in this mess. The corruptors did not care about them. Only of themselves and their money. She needs to fix this sooner than she thought she would.

She runs her hand through her wet hair and exhales. "Why are you telling me this?" she softly asks him. She's back to being distressed again. Lloyd's known about the investigation for weeks and said nothing. Perhaps, he thinks she wouldn't be able to handle the truth.

Denny sighs. "I'm not supposed to but you deserve to know for your mission. So you could focus more on hunting them down instead of feeling bad after every mission, like yesterday. I can start giving you these missions when you're ready. You can do it all alone. You're capable of it. I know you are." he encourages her, trying to manipulate her into killing more corrupt politicians. He's a twisted man and he's not doing this for her. It's for himself. He's using her as his own personal weapon. It has been what he's always wanted the moment he first saw her.

This is the only time she's ever been so blind and naïve with someone. She can't think too far of his intentions because she's too angry to see it. Blinded with her own rage. Lloyd lied to her face. He clearly got all this information already from last night when he was reviewing paperwork. That's why he looked so serious and intense. She connected all the dots by now. She's too smart for him. She guesses he conveniently forgot about that fact. He was right when he said he'd fucked this up with her. He did it. He sabotaged whatever thing they had going on. He's ruined it already. He just messed up the one good thing in his life.

Elle nods to herself, leaning on the countertop with her hands on it. "Okay, give me a few weeks to prepare. Keep it classified and don't let Lloyd know about our mission." she seriously tells him. She's never been this tense before in her life.

"Of course. Whatever you need." Denny immediately answers before she ends the call.

In truth, Denny is so much worse than Lloyd. He uses people for his own gain but this time, it's different with her. He had to gain her trust first which was easy since she's inexperienced with the CIA and their tactics. He's fond of her, too. He likes how powerful she is and he sees her real potential. He could make her more than just some shadowy asset. She could work by his side. As an equal. He wants that with her. He could give her everything in the world. Anything that she wants, it can be hers. They could be so powerful together. So many things that they could accomplish in the world. It's his darkest fantasy.

She walks away from the kitchen counter and turns around to the view of the city. It's the same view that they're looking at upstairs too right now. She's contemplating on everything now and questioning if it's the right thing to do. But, there's no other option. They're too corrupted to be salvaged. The only language they understand is violence. They were responsible for that horrible, traumatic event that she had to endure. The horrific pain of eight bullets inside of her was unimaginable. Not to mention that Six had watched her suffer like that.

She's doing all this for a good cause, actually. If all the corruption in the city is gone, she can finally start a new life and a fresh start somewhere that's not here. Hopefully with Six, as well.

As for Lloyd, well, she's still trying to figure that out. She doesn't exactly want to let him go or leave him. She has cared too much about him to do that. She does genuinely enjoy his company despite his sociopathic tendencies. She actually got to know the real him and he isn't so bad after all. She likes how he takes care of her and would sacrifice the world just for her. He did save her life. She won't let this be the end of them. She'll secretly investigate why he did what he did. For now, she's giving him the benefit of the doubt. She won't let one single lie define him. She has trusted him enough.

And that's how badly she's fallen for him.

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Safe

Precious Weapon Drabble somewhere after chapter 7.

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC x Sierra Six.

Summary : Lloyd saves her from a dangerous mission when he wasn't supposed to interfere at all.

Warnings : Kidnapping. Hurt. Bruises. Blood. Abuse. Almost sexual assault. Guns. Mass murder. Gore. Angst. Fighting. Yelling. Unrealistic healing. Fluff a little.

Word count : 4.2k words.

Author's note : I've moved away from Jakarta now in Bali and I'm still writing about Jakarta lol! Anyhow, I've figured I wrote a lot of smut drabbles before and wanted to write something different. Hope you'll enjoy it!

***

This was all a part of their mission.

But, Lloyd just had to ruin it because of her. Because he couldn't bear to watch her getting beaten up on and on again. Because he thought that they were going to eventually kill her. Because for a moment there, he was actually genuinely scared.

He compromised the mission all for her. Something he thought he'd never do during his whole career in the CIA. He was always so disciplined and focused on every single mission he's done. Just not this time. Not when it comes to her.

The plan was that she goes undercover to a fancy gala party in a mansion located at the center of Jakarta, alone. They needed to obtain some incriminating evidence of a high class criminal. She purposefully made them think that she was undercover with the police.

So, they tied her up in the basement and interrogated her. While this all happened, the team and Six quietly searched the house.

But, those thugs didn't just force her to answer some questions. They tortured her. Beat her up with their dirty knuckles over and over again at the same time. Her face was filled with bruises and blood, even though she healed already a few seconds later. She wasn't even in pain, though. It felt so light to her like they barely even touched her.

Lloyd had to watch all that from their car, in the surveillance cameras. He grimaced and slightly flinched every time one of them punched her. He could see her bruised eyes looking up at the camera for a second, just to tell him to not try anything. She knew he was watching.

Yet, of course, he ignored her. Especially after seeing one of the guys trying to rip her dress from her thigh and the other one pulled a gun out of his pocket to point it to her head.

He immediately went out of their car with a bulletproof vest on his chest and an enormous gun in his hands. He entered the basement, guns blazing and swiftly shooting every single man in there who was putting their hands on her. There were a total of eight men. They all collapsed dead on the floor, huge amounts of blood spilling out of them. The room only reeked of blood and the smoke from the gun. She wanted to throw up at the scene in front of her.

Lloyd was still holding the gun, breathing heavily while staring down at her, who's still tied up on the chair and he froze. Her big, brown eyes were wide, scanning the dead bodies on the floor as she gasped in shock. Everything happened way too fast for her.

"What the hell did you just do?" Elle breathes out, finally looking up at him in horror.

He doesn't answer her. Instead, he walked around her and untied her hands from behind the chair.

He goes to stand beside her. "We need to go." Lloyd flatly tells her, gently grabbing her arm to help her stand up.

But, she shrugs off his hand and easily rises up from the chair. She glares up at him with a scowl and their faces are only an inch apart. She could feel his breath against her skin and smell his signature perfume.

"What the fuck, Lloyd? You weren't supposed to do that." she argues.

"We'll talk about this later at home." Lloyd simply replies, his eyes bore into hers.

She rolls her eyes, her hand shoves his chest and he almost falls from how strong she is. "You fucking asshole. You couldn't just wait for one second? You had to ruin this mission?" she snaps sharply at him.

He huffs frustratedly, sighing heavily and he stares directly at her eyes even from a distance. Her chest is heaving as she frowns, looking up at him in anger.

His jaw clenches and he's trying his best to not explode. "They were about to shoot you. Or rape you. I don't know, but they were definitely about to do something worse to you." Lloyd hesitantly tells her. He's not exactly telling the truth and she knows it. She knows him too well.

She shakes her head, scoffing loudly. "I could've handled it myself. I didn't need your help. I'm not your damsel in fucking distress, Lloyd! This was an important mission for me." Elle yells at him, stepping closer to him.

Lloyd avoids her eyes. "The mission is fine. Six got the evidence." he informs her.

She sighs, nodding. "Great, then you didn't have to do that. I would've fought them and escaped by myself. Do you not think I'm capable of saving myself? Do I need another CIA training from you?" She confronts him, pushing his buttons.

She's not scared of him anymore. She used to be. But after getting to know the real him, she figured him all out. But right now, she's confused on why he saved her like that. He massacred everyone just like that. It wasn't like him. He takes his missions very seriously just like her. He would've never done anything like this.

He frowns at her. "They were dangerous guys, Elle. Maybe your strength wouldn't have been enough to fight them. I couldn't…" Lloyd trails off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

She squints her eyes, knitting her eyebrows as she tilts her head to the side. "What? You could've what, Lloyd? Tell me. What made you commit mass murder within seconds for me?" she asks.

Lloyd swallows thickly, glaring down at her and he takes her upper arm to pull her closer to his body. "I did it for you. I wasn't going to just sit there and watch you get ruined by a bunch of morons." he grits out, still not fully admitting the real reason why he did it.

She scoffs again, looking up at his blue eyes. "Fucking hell. You know how much I hate bloodshed. We were about to throw them into jail. And you just killed them. This is not a good look." Elle complains, actually making a point. She has no clue what she's going to tell Denny. The CIA doesn't sanction mass murders. Especially like this one.

He sighs quietly. "Their boss will be there. This whole scene will be cleaned up by the team. Let's just get back home. Say whatever you want to me there." Lloyd calmly tells her, extending his hand to her.

She huffs softly but takes his hand anyway and lets him guide her to the exit, carefully walking over the dead bodies.

***

Once they're all safely back at the penthouse, they all went to their own bedrooms so they could get all cleaned up. This was their usual routine after every mission.

It's already late at night now since the gala started at 8pm earlier. The city was quiet on their way back home. They all wanted to just jump on their bed and go to sleep right away. The debrief with Denny can wait until tomorrow morning even though they have no idea what they're going to tell him after that disaster.

After she came out of the bathroom all freshen up, Six was already sitting on her bed, waiting for her. He turns his head to her and he has that look on his face when he's very concerned. It's rare because he only gets worried for the only two people he cares about in the world. Lloyd and Elle.

He stands up, calmly walking to her as she looks at him up and down. He's wearing his usual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, feeling comfortable already. "We need to talk about Lloyd. I'm worried." Court tells her, furrowing his eyebrows.

She nods slowly, standing close to him. "Me too. I have no idea what to say to Denny now. That was a fucking massacre." she remarks.

He shakes his head quietly. "It's so unlike him to compromise a mission. He's never done anything like this before. It's so weird, Elle." he admits.

She shrugs lightly, anxiously biting her bottom lips. "Maybe he shouldn't have watched the surveillance cameras." she says to him.

Six frowns before sighing softly. "He watched them, of course he did. I told him not to, no matter what. He didn't listen." he tells her.

She exhales, massaging her temples. "Fuck, why did he even have to step in? He kept telling me that they looked like they were about to rape me or shoot me in the head but I could've defended myself. I didn't need him to kill them."

Court nods, gently holding her hands between his. "But you're okay, right?" he genuinely asks her.

Her lips slowly curve into a faint smile as she nods her head. "Yeah, I told you I'd be fine if they were possibly going to torture me. It barely even hurt me. Their punches were very weak." she answers casually.

He breaks into a small chuckle. "Well, I hope that we don't have to do anything like that again. I wouldn't be able to just sit there and watch you get tortured like that. I'm pretty sure I'd do the same thing that Lloyd did. But… still, that wasn't acceptable." Six bluntly admits.

She hums in response before realizing something and she knits her eyebrows. "Oh. Why would you have done that?" she curiously asks, trying to find a reason.

Court frowns. "Because you mean a lot to me and I don't want you to suffer through the same thing that happened a few weeks ago." he tells her the truth.

Her eyes widen and her lips part in slight shock. "That's it. That's why Lloyd did it." she figures it out, finally.

Six cocks his head to the side and furrows his eyebrows confusedly. "Really? I didn't know that he was still thinking about it. I mean, I did ask him several times and he kept saying that he was over it."

"Well, clearly not." she mutters before sighing softly. "Instead of telling me about it, he prefers to go on a killing spree for me."

He shakes his head. "That's just because he doesn't know how to express his feelings properly. You should talk to him, honey. Get things cleared up." Court murmurs affectionately.

She looks at him and exhales. "Alright then, fine. But wait here for me."

Six simply nods, caressing her cheek quickly and his eyes gazes openly at her. He's always liked how compassionate and kind she can be. Despite everything that Lloyd just did, she's still willing to come to him so she could comfort him. "Of course. Always." he replies.

She gives him a small kiss on his cheek before stepping away from him.

***

Her knuckles gently knock on Lloyd's bedroom door. "Hey, it's me." she softly says through the white door.

"Yeah, come in, Elle." he calmly tells her and she opens the door almost immediately.

Closing the door behind her, she slowly enters his room hesitantly as she looks around his very neat bedroom. He cleans it himself every morning after he wakes up. He hates to see anything messy or dirty around him. He's a perfectionist.

Her eyes search for him and find him on the white couch near the window, resting his legs on the coffee table in front of him. He's looking at the night view of the city while holding a cup of hot tea. He has been contemplating on what he just did earlier. It's still stuck in his mind.

"Are you here to yell at me again?" Lloyd asks weakly, without even looking at her yet.

She sighs, walking over to the couch. "No, I am not. I just want to talk." she gently says.

He shrugs. "What else is there to say? I know what I did was wrong, Elle, and I only did it because of you. I wish I'd listened to Six when he told me not to watch the surveillance cameras but I didn't." he admits to her, for the first time in his life. He's actually admitting that he's wrong, putting aside his ego for once. For her.

Elle sits next to him, placing her hand on his thigh. "I know why you actually did it. It's okay, Lloyd. You don't have to explain yourself. I understand now." she murmurs softly.

Lloyd finally turns to her and meets her eyes. His face looks shocked but also relieved. "You do?" he genuinely asks her. No one in the world has ever said that to him. That they understand him and his actions. Sometimes, he doesn't even understand himself. But she does, she truly does. He can see it in her eyes. It's real and sincere.

She nods, observing his face closely and he has a small scar on his temple, a result of some idiot slicing it with a knife. She didn't see this earlier because he was covered in blood and sweat. Plus, she was too focused on yelling at him instead of looking at his face.

She tilts her head to the side, staring back at his eyes. "Let me heal you," she whispers.

Lloyd's eyes slowly look down at her, quietly admiring her bare face. She's so fucking perfect to him. It's not only her beauty, but it's her kind and gentle heart that really impresses him. He has never met anyone like her. She's rare and precious. He wishes he could keep her forever.

He shakes his head lightly, gazing openly at her. "You don't have to. You're tired after all that." he softly says.

She slowly smiles at him and he fucking loves it whenever she smiles. He adores her beautiful smile. "Healing you doesn't really take that much out of me. It's a small scar, it's no biggie for me." she casually says.

Lloyd simply nods, not saying anything anymore because he doesn't have to. They can just sit here in silence while she heals him.

Her hand reaches out to his temple as her eyes move up to focus on his scar. She touches it and he doesn't even flinch. He used to hate it when someone touched his scar because it's a sensitive part for him. A vulnerable one. But right now, he's allowing her to do it because he trusts her enough to be vulnerable with her. Just this once. Just for her.

His eyes follow her every movement before she suddenly tips her head up and brushes her soft lips against his temple. He's frozen as she kisses his scar, which magically heals within less than a second. It's so intimate and affectionate. She usually only heals them with her hands but she figured out that any part of her body can heal anyone. She's so much more powerful than she thinks she is.

He feels so soft and light from her kiss. Her kiss might just be the purest thing in his life. It could save him from anything bad. She's the only thing in the world that matters to him. Nothing else matters. Not anymore.

She gives his healed skin one last kiss before pulling away from him. He regards her with a soft look and a small smile. "Thank you." Lloyd thanks her sincerely as she smiles back.

"Of course." Elle replies, leaning back from him as she lays down on the other side of the couch. Wordlessly, he gently grabs her legs and places them on top of his thighs. This was their usual comfortable position whenever they sat together on the living room's couch. They've never sat here before, on the couch of his bedroom. His room's usually a little more reserved for him only.

Lloyd rests his hands on her legs, staring at her and his face relaxes. "So, what are we planning to tell Denny tomorrow morning?" she calmly asks him.

He gazes openly at her and blinks. "The truth, sweetheart." he softly answers.

She tilts her head to the side and frowns. "Are you sure?"

Lloyd nods, without hesitation. "Yeah, I'm sure."

She shakes her head in disapproval. "No, come on, that's not exactly fair. You did it for me because you care too much about me to let me get raped or tortured worse. We can't tell that to Denny. Plus, he can't know about our… thing. It's unprofessional." She makes a point.

He sighs, knowing damn well she's right. She's always right. "Fine, we'll corroborate the right story. One that's closer to the truth. We'll tell him that they were about to kill you with a gun and you're not immune to a bullet to your head.'' Lloyd suggests a better story.

Her lips tug into a wide smile. "Yeah, that's more like it." she approves.

He shoots her a small smile, observing her face again up and down. "Shouldn't you be going to bed by now, with Six?" he plainly asks her.

She hums in response, her head leaning comfortably on the couch and her eyelids start to feel heavy. "Yeah, but I'm too sleepy to even get up or walk there." she mumbles softly.

"I'll carry you." Lloyd immediately responds.

He may just have committed mass murder a few hours ago, but he's still willing to help her with what she needs anytime. She's become his number one priority nowadays. She doesn't even have to ask most of the time, he already knows what she wants. He knows her. Too well, sometimes.

She scrunches her nose lightly. "No. I mean, sure, but later. I want to lay here for a while, if that's okay with you." she mutters, her hand weakly reaching out to his and he holds it gently.

Lloyd lets out a soft chuckle, staring at her deeply. "Of course, sunshine." he quickly replies and she's already shutting her eyes, falling asleep in his touch.

***

He's been too focused on watching her sleep that he's already let her sleep on his couch for almost half an hour now.

She's just so pretty when she sleeps. Especially when she lightly snores. He finds it so cute.

Her heartbeat is steady and calm as he's been keeping an eye on her breathing. To make sure she's alive and this is real. It's been a while since they've slept together, just them. The last time was the night before the whole disaster happened. That was almost two weeks ago now. And she only slept with him because she had a fight with Six and she couldn't sleep. He was always her second option.

But right now, he isn't. She chose to be here, sleeping in his not-so-big couch that barely fits both of them. She feels safe and comfortable with him and that's all that matters.

A knock on his door snapped him back to reality and he already knows who it is. He's not going to answer the door because he doesn't want to wake her up.

The door gently and quietly opens as Six slowly steps inside his room, searching for them on the bed. He turns to the other side of the room and finds Elle asleep with Lloyd wide awake, watching her sleep on the couch. Her legs are laid on his thighs and their hands are tangled together. It's a nice sight for him. He's always wanted them to be closer than they already are. Because he knows just how much Lloyd needs her in his life even if he doesn't think that.

Six's face finally relaxes and he genuinely smiles at them. He meets Lloyd's eyes as they exchange looks.

His lips form a thin line. "Sorry. I was supposed to carry her back to her room." Lloyd apologizes softly.

He shakes his head, walking to the other couch across from them as he sits on it. "No, it's fine. I'm glad you guys talked it out." Court calmly replies, talking as quietly as possible.

Lloyd nods slowly, almost smiling at him. "Yeah, I'm sorry about earlier. I know that weirded you out. You've never seen me do anything like that before." he genuinely says. He truly means it. He knows what he's been thinking since they came home but Six never is the type to directly say everything on his mind. Lloyd just knows him too well already. He learned to crack the unreadable man.

Six nods casually. "It's okay. I get it, you were protecting her. I'd do the same if I were you watching the footage of her being beaten up. You know that. We don't have any limits when it comes to her protection." he assures him, feeling relieved that Lloyd's telling him all this. He usually doesn't say everything on his mind. But as of now, he feels safe to tell all his secrets to Six. He trusts him more than any man in the world. More than Denny, even.

He hums in response, staring at him for a while as he contemplates. "You know, I was wrong when I said that she sees me as the bad guy. She doesn't. She gets me. And you do too. I'm very fucking lucky to have both of you on my side." Lloyd bluntly confesses, his lips tugging into a relaxed smile.

Six breaks into a soft chuckle. "Well, this is new of you, confessing things to me." he points out.

Lloyd shrugs, his smile still lingering for him. "Yeah, well, you're a trustable man. I trust you to keep all of my deepest, darkest secrets." he admits truthfully, looking down at her, still peacefully sleeping and it reminds him of her request earlier. She doesn't look too comfortable in this tiny couch and he could tell by the way her body squeezes in unconsciously.

He looks back up at Court. "I'll carry her to her room." Lloyd softly announces and the blonde simply nods, standing up from his seat.

She lightly stirs in her sleep when Lloyd carefully lifts her head and carries her entire body, bridal-style, while he gets up from the couch, effortlessly. Her head rests against his chest as his large arms hold her back and her legs, delicately. He quickly glances down at her again to check up on her and her eyes are still closed.

Wordlessly, Six walks to the door and quietly opens it for them as Lloyd brings her out of his room and into their hallway. The door closes behind them while they all walk towards her bedroom, which has already been wide opened. Somehow, he knew that she was already asleep in Lloyd's room so he was prepared to carry her here. He's always carrying her and he likes it. It's their special thing. But, he doesn't mind sharing it with the other man. He's willing to share everything with him.

Lloyd enters her room first with Court behind him, closing the door silently. He crouches down to place her on the bed as fragile as possible and lays her down gently. Pulling the blanket up, he spreads it all over her and tugs her into bed.

"You don't want to sleep here?" Six genuinely asks him as he walks around her bed to get to the other side of the bed, his side. He stops to stare at Lloyd, knitting his eyebrows where as he's just blankly staring at him, confused.

He frowns, shaking his head. "No, uh, maybe next time. I mean, we haven't asked her yet. I just… want to give her space after what happened. But don't tell her that." Lloyd clarifies and as much as Six wants to tell her so there won't be any miscommunication between the both of them but he's still respecting his decision anyway. He trusts him enough to tell him this so the least he could do is keep it a secret.

Eventually, Six nods his head, understanding him. He knows that Lloyd also needs some space after everything. He knows the man. "Alright, then. Good night." he murmurs softly and he nods back, turning around to walk towards the door.

He slowly gets on the bed, pulling the blanket a little to spread on him too. Court lays down comfortably beside her and instinctively, she moves toward him in her sleep. She could feel his heat around her body. Always have. He looks down at her, placing his arm around her shoulders as her body automatically curls up against his. Her head buries down on his chest as usual and he chuckles softly at her.

Lloyd's hand hold the door handle before turning around for one last time. His eyes observe them both, cozily cuddling each other with no care in the world. He almost wished, hoped that someday, she would be as close to him like this, every night. Almost.

"Good night, Six. Sweet dreams." Lloyd whispers sincerely, actually meaning it. He cares about both of their well-beings. Only them. He didn't think he'd care this much about them, but he does now. Way too much, in truth. He'd do anything in the world to keep them safe. And that was his problem.

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Sleep

Precious Weapon drabble after home theater.

Pairing : Sierra Six (Court Gentry) x F!OC x Mentions of Lloyd Hansen but he's a big part in this.

Summary : Her and Six's sleep routine almost every night. He talks to her about Lloyd while having his cock buried deep inside her.

Warnings : Comfort. Cockwarming. Anal. Fingering. Teasing. Dirty talk. Implied smut. Fluff.

Word count : 3k words.

Author's note : This is a follow-up after the home theater drabble and it takes place the next night after. I love this so much because the way they could just carry out a casual, sweet conversation during a heated moment and it fits for them.

***

It's almost the same routine every night.

She gets ready for bed, changes into her favorite pajamas, turns on her TV and snuggles into her bed with Six.

But, sometimes, he fucks her to sleep. It's only for her comfort, though. Some nights, she can't sleep so he gladly helps her. He always gives her what she needs.

It's not every night. He's often too tired and she's usually already sleepy once she's comfortably tugged in his arms.

Tonight though, it was very different. He just came back from a late night mission with Lloyd and immediately showered in his own room so he could go to sleep in her bedroom.

Then, he quietly snuck into her bed only to find her already quietly asleep. She was sleeping peacefully, laying down flat with her hands resting on top of her stomach. She wasn't in her usual position since he wasn't here. She was too beautiful for his own good. It wasn't fair. He couldn't resist her. How could someone look so naturally perfect even when asleep? She's alluring to his eyes.

She stirs in her sleep, her head turning to the side while Six lays down beside her, spreading the blanket on him too. He doesn't want to wake her. But, he kind-of wants to, selfishly. He's been thinking of her the whole mission and all day. Especially after last night. When he saw her with Lloyd in the home theater. None of them said anything about it. He'd rather not either, but he can't deny that it was extremely hot and he couldn't stop thinking about it until now.

She rolls over to the other side of the bed and lays on her side, her back facing him. This was her usual sleeping position when he's with her. It's her comfiest. Her comfort position. His hands gently wrap around her torso as he shifts to press his body against hers from behind.

Subconsciously, her ass leans back on his crotch and she stirs in her sleep again. She whines softly, knitting her eyebrows as she realizes that he's finally home and he's right here, with her again. She could feel his hands on her body and hear his stable heartbeat.

She faintly smiles. "You're back." Elle whispers very softly but he could still hear her anyway.

Six looks down at her. "Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you." he whispers soothingly.

"Did you want to, though?" she slowly asks.

"What?" Six softly asks, trying to figure out what she's saying.

"I can feel that you're hard, Court." she sleepily murmurs, mentioning his real name by accident.

Court frowns before looking down at his hard erection against her ass. "Sorry. Been thinking about you all day." he mutters in a low voice.

She hums in response. "I'm not wearing any panties. You can put it in now." she plainly whispers.

His jaw almost drops. "Were you waiting for me, baby?" Six sweetly asks her and he's already carefully removing her pajamas short, leaving her completely bare down there. She has never felt too vulnerable and weak with him because she trusts him a lot. She also feels safe and comfortable whenever she's with him.

She gasps softly when his large hand brushes against her bare thigh, getting close to her cunt but he doesn't touch her there. She manages to nod a little. "Mhm. But I got sleepy and fell asleep waiting for you." she answers.

He sighs, dropping his head to kiss her shoulder. "You shouldn't have to wait like that." Court mutters before stepping away from her to take his sweatpants and briefs out.

His cock springs out of it and he carefully slides his hard length inside of her hole from behind. He returns to her, sticking his body onto hers like glue. He stays quiet, biting back a grunt because it's how he is. He doesn't make that much sound. Not even when he's in pain.

She lets out a breathy moan, still very much sleepy. "Tell me how your day was. The mission," she murmurs.

He doesn't move, he just keeps it inside of her like usual. "It was eventful but shitty. Lloyd kind-of saved my life." he casually tells her.

And at the mention of his name, she subtly shifts her ass against his dick. He felt that and slightly frowned, knowing exactly why she did that. She's still thinking about that heated moment with Lloyd in their home theater. Weirdly enough, she hasn't even mentioned it to them yet even though she loves movies and they know it.

"Are you guys okay? No injuries?" Elle softly asks him, concerned.

Six quietly smiles at her. "We're good. Completely clean of any scars." he assures her.

She hums in response. "That's good."

His eyes slowly look down at her, his mind drifting to Lloyd again. "Are you thinking of him right now? It's okay if you are." Court gently whispers. His voice is soothing and affectionate but it also sparks something between her legs. She likes it when he's slightly in control. She lets him do it.

She chuckles through her nose. "I think I'm always somehow thinking of him." she admits truthfully.

Court hums softly, his fingers brushing along her hips and then down to her lower stomach, almost reaching her clit but he doesn't touch it. Instead, he takes her hand and guides it to her cunt.

"Touch yourself, baby." Six tenderly murmurs, still being sweet. He said the same thing Lloyd had said. Even though he didn't even hear him say exactly this.

She widens her eyes at his words, and last night's flashbacks with Lloyd start to play on her mind again. And she remembers every single detail. She has a strong memory. She doesn't know that Six knows what happened but it is still weird. Or does he? But how? He was calmly asleep when she got back into bed, all cleaned up. Or was he? He wasn't exactly in the same sleeping position when she came back.

She connected the dots way too quickly for someone who's half awake and cock drunk. "You know." she breathes out.

Six sighs in defeat. "Sorry. I thought it'd be awkward if I said anything." he apologizes.

She chuckles quietly. "It's not. It turns me on that you're talking about it right now. When you're inside me." she shamelessly admits.

He hums softly. "We can talk about him more if you like." he offers, his hand leaving hers to rest on her cunt herself. He still wants her to touch herself. He wants to see her come apart just by the touch of her own hand. He wants to watch. Every second of it. Just like what he watched last night.

She nods slowly. "What'd you feel last night?" she asks him.

Court breaks into a light chuckle and he smiles against her shoulder. "Hard as a rock, Elle." he immediately answers.

She smiled and he could hear it. "You could've joined us." she says.

"No, I wanted you guys to have a one-on-one for once. You guys deserve it. After everything that happened." Six tells her, honestly and she hums, agreeing with him.

She leans back against his chest. "We didn't do a lot, though. The whole thing was a little weird. He couldn't sleep so he watched porn on our newly discovered home theater. I walked into him when I overheard weird noises. I thought it was an intruder." she explains, calmly.

"I thought so too that's why I woke up and went looking for the source of the noise." Six adds, his hand coming back to her hand that's still on her cunt but she hasn't touched herself yet. "Please, baby, touch yourself." he begs softly, she almost didn't hear him. He has never begged before. It's turning her on even more.

She quickly nods, her fingers prodding her clit with his hand still on top of hers, following her every movement. He can't see anything in the dark but he could still hear and feel everything. "Did you like it, though?" he asks her.

She moans softly. "Yeah, it was hot. We've never done anything like that before. I mean, we did a few kinky things but not like that. It was different." she admits.

His hand guides hers to insert one of her own fingers inside of her core. "How are things with him usually?" Court asks.

She sighs softly, his hand brushing around her clit. "He's rough with me only when I tell him to. He's mostly in charge but he always listens to me all the time. Never pushed my limits before. We try a lot of new things together." she answers.

His hand stops what he was doing. Suddenly, she could feel his dick growing harder inside of her and she moaned again. "Do you want us… to try something different? I only want what you want the most, Elle. I want you to feel good." Six seriously offered her.

She frowns, turning her head around to face him and their eyes finally meet, even in the darkness. Her free hand cups his jaw as he's still focused gazing at her pretty, dark eyes. "Hey, Court, you're enough for me. Way more than enough, actually. You don't have to do the exact same thing he does with me. I like you for who you are already." she assures him, softly.

Court nods, giving her forehead a kiss. "I know, baby. We could always try it, though." he mutters.

She cocks her head to the side before breaking into a soft smile and realizing something. "Oh. You want to do it because of him. He gets you hard, too, doesn't he?" she whispers and she can't stop smiling at him.

Six is speechless. He knew she didn't read his mind but there was never a point of hiding anything from her because they know each other too well. He's an unreadable man, but she can crack him and figure him out in a second. And, he allowed her to. He willingly opened himself up for her to crack. He trusts her so much with his life. She's the only one who really knows him and is still alive.

"I—don't know what to say about that." Court barely says to her, staring down at her gleaming eyes through the darkness.

She smiles again and he wishes he could capture her smile to keep with him forever. He enjoys these little moments with her and it's the only purest thing in his life. He wants to savor her and never let her go from his arms because he truly needs her. He never needed anything so badly before — never even knew it was possible to need something so strongly like this.

She's also right about Lloyd. He'd never been this intimate and close with anybody. This whole thing with her had made them closer. They have a rare bond. He slowly learned to grow fond of him. Six admired Lloyd, simply because they had gone through almost the same thing in their life and still survived. He found himself liking his stupid jokes. He's damn good at his job like he is. He always knows how to calm Lloyd, somehow. He got to know him — the real him, the one he doesn't show to anyone else but them. He's not as tough and scary as he thinks he is. He can be soft and vulnerable.

She cups his jaw as her thumb strokes his skin. "It's okay, you can tell me. Tell what really makes you hard, Court." she sweetly tells him.

Court tucks her hair under her ear and kisses her nose. "You. Everything that you do. Last night, seeing you with him, jerking off to each other was really hot to watch. And I thought watching was more of Lloyd's thing." he bluntly confesses.

She nods. "Me too. At first, I only watched him jerk off but then I offered to touch myself for encouragement. So, we ended up doing it together." she explains softly.

With that, something in him switched. Six pushes another finger of hers to go inside of her cunt and she moans louder as his cock goes deeper in her ass. This was different for them. They usually just put it in, have a conversation and eventually fall asleep together. Lloyd is the reason their sex life is getting a little bit spicier than usual.

"He came all over you, right? I saw that too, Elle. He made quite a mess on you." Six gently remarks as she buries her head against the pillow, overwhelmed by all of it. She's not used to him being like this but she's not complaining either. She is enjoying every second of this.

She exhales before lifting her head to talk. "Yeah, he did. Fuck, you really should've just joined us. It would've been really fucking amazing. You could've jerked off beside me and came all over me, too." she breathlessly says, telling him what she actually wants.

Court breaks into a chuckle from behind her. "We could try it next time. But, for now, I want you to keep touching yourself and don't stop, okay? We can stop anytime if you want, though. Just let me know, baby." he whispers directly into her ears.

She nods into her pillow, two of her fingers slowly pumping in and out of each other as his hand follows her every movement. She has muscle memory now because of last night. If every night is going to be just like this, then she doesn't even want to leave the penthouse anymore. This is her home already now, their home. They wished they could just stay here forever and live inside tiny moments like this one. It's exclusive. Private. Special. And they wouldn't trade anything else in the world for this.

After a few minutes, her eyes start to feel heavy and her hands pull out of her soaking core. She is turned on by this, but she's more relaxed than ever so now she's gotten sleepy. Because usually, they do this before bed to make her fall asleep. She lets out a tired sigh, "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sleepy and—"

Six cuts her off before she starts apologizing too much. "Hey, Elle, it's okay. You can stop. Go back to sleep, okay? We still have tomorrow and the other tomorrow." he assures her sweetly, his free hand turning her chin around to make her look at him.

Her eyes meet his blue ones again and she faintly smiles. "I love that you're so understanding and caring for me." she barely says.

He chuckles softly, looking down at her eyes. "Yeah, I wasn't like that before. Before you." he truthfully admits.

Her smile widens, her hand reaching out to cup his jaw. "Aw, you're so fucking poetic. Come and kiss me," she playfully says and he immediately leans down to kiss her lips tenderly.

Court laughs softly at her remark, pulling his lips away from her. "It is true, you know. I've never done most of the things we do with anyone else before. You're very fucking precious to me, Elle. I need you to know that." he whispers to her, holding her soft face between both of his large hands.

She snorts, giving his lips a quick peck. "I know. I mean, now I know. Okay, I'm slurring my words, I'm gonna go back to sleep." she announces, slumping her head back against her pillow and she's turned away from him again. But they both don't mind it because they can feel each other really close, can hear each other's heartbeat and he has still a part of him inside of her.

"Do you still want to keep it in or do you want me to pull it out now?" Six asks her about his cock still buried deep inside of her hole. He always puts her needs before himself. He could care less about anything else in the world but her. He could take a little pain for her, it's not a big deal for him. She's the only one that matters.

She whimpers softly, shaking her head against the pillow. "No, keep it in, it's okay. We can pull it out in the morning. If that's okay with you." she softly answers.

Court nods, planting a kiss on her shoulder. "More than okay, Elle. We can do that." he gently replies.

She hums in response, adjusting her head to get more comfortable. "Good night, Court. Dream of me." she sleepily whispers.

He smiles softly. "I definitely will, don't worry. Good night, baby. Wake me up if you have another nightmare, okay? I don't mind it at all." Court sweetly murmurs to her, kissing her cheek from behind. He's the only one who can calm her after a horrible nightmare.

She simply nods, grabbing his large arm to pull him closer as he rests it on her stomach and her hands hold his, as usual. He leans his body against hers to settle in better before leaning his head back on her pillows, smelling the familiar scent of her. Her long hair brushes against his nose and he inhales her smell. He's been addicted to it since day one.

They both close their eyes together, slowly relaxing at each other's touch. Within a few seconds, they're already drifting to sleep at the same time. Dreaming of clouds and sunshine. Their heartbeats almost matches. Calm and tranquil.

At times like this and in peaceful moments like these, nothing else matters but them. It feels like the world froze and they're the only ones alive. Just them. And, Lloyd.

They're never leaving him out of the equation. He's stuck with them now. For good.

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Home theater

Precious Weapon drabble after chapter 7.

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six.

Summary : Lloyd opens up the home theater in their penthouse and watches porn on it. She walks into him and helps him.

Warnings : Jealousy. Implied sex. Nudity. Mentions of detailed pornography. Inappropriate use of home theaters. Handjob. Fingering. Mutual masturbation. Dirty talk. Demanding. Praise kink. Cursing. Sexual tension. Angst. Teasing. Blood kink. Lewd. Biting. Voyeurism.

Word count : 3.9k words.

Author's note : A little surprise in the end! I've had this idea for a long time and I've finally got to write it with Lloyd and her. By the way, no one asked, but I'm in the process of moving to a different city, so updates will be a little slow, sorry in advance!

***

It was getting late at the safety of their penthouse. They've just finished up dinner and discussing their mission. Everyone was already getting ready for bed, oddly so.

Usually after they had dinner, they'd all three watch a movie in the living room or play some stupid game she created or stroll around the grocery shop downstairs to find some dessert.

But, these past few days have been different. She was sleeping very early. And eventually, the guys just followed her new routine.

Lloyd couldn't sleep tonight so he decided to quietly sneak out of his bedroom. While wandering around their penthouse, he discovered a movie room, at the very corner of everything else. They had all thought it was just another empty room, like the medical room they made. But, it wasn't. It's a dusty, old home theater that had been sitting here for ages.

The quaint room is quite spacious. It already has a huge movie projector along with six brown, leather seats behind. There's a fluffy carpet in front of the seats. Colorful, decorative pillows scattered across the carpet. It's almost creepy and haunted here since they've never touched it before. But, he's going to fix that. Make it less creepy for her.

He had turned on all the lights and cleaned up the dusty parts. Then, he set up his laptop, connecting it to the projector. He wanted to see if it worked. He knew this would make her happy since she loves watching movies more than anything . It could be a nice surprise for her when she wakes up tomorrow morning.

She's all he thinks about. Even when he couldn't sleep and was restless in his bed, she's still in his head. He's doing all this for her. Perhaps, she's also the reason why he can't sleep now. He's thinking too much about her. Of everything that's happened to her a few days ago. Of how he wants to help her so badly if she just asked. Just like how Six is helping her almost every night or maybe, right this second.

She had told him before that Six fucks her to sleep when she can't sleep. It helps her to get more relaxed and comfortable. Lloyd wants to be there for her like that, too. To be right beside her and provide her with what she needs or wants, in any circumstance.

His mind suddenly drifts to what they're possibly doing at this very moment. It fills him with a teenzy bit of jealousy. The blonde is probably sticking his dick inside of her right now, from behind with his arms wrapped around her torso and breast. He had memorized how they sleep and fuck. Their usual positions and their habits. How she likes to snore gently and how Six talks in his sleep, sometimes. They fuck simply. No hardcore kinks or whatsoever.

This was getting infuriating for him. Stuck here alone, just thinking of them who are 100% fucking in her bed now. It's all he can do. It's irritating to know that he can't do anything about it. He can't even fall asleep, despite the sleeping pills he's already taken. He's frustrated and annoyed.

So, here he is, testing out the projector by playing out a porn video from his laptop. He's sitting on the carpet, leaning against all the cozy pillows.

It's been a while since he's even opened this website. He never really needed it before. Until now, that is. It's desperate and almost humiliating, but it's his only option for now.

He could just watch something and jerk off until he finally falls asleep. At least, this way, she couldn't really hear him or the video since this home theater is far away from her bedroom. If he did this in his room, she most likely would hear it. He doesn't want to wake her up.

He had clicked on the first video that popped up on the website once he opened it. The video starts out normal. A guy and a woman dressed in office clothes in a fake office, carrying out quiet conversations before they start to finally fuck. The man bends the woman over on the desk and begins to fuck her in the ass, roughly.

He grimaces a little but takes out his cock from his briefs anyway. He starts to wrap his fingers around him and strokes himself gently but stops abruptly when the video loads on the screen. He sighs, throwing his head back. He didn't really want to do this. It was very fucking weird. He felt like a loser teenager who has never touched a woman before.

It's not like he doesn't have any options. He has a lot of them. But, he's not doing it. He's not who he's used to be. He's not going to fuck a random woman from a bar just because he's bored again. He has Elle now. And maybe back then, it wouldn't mean anything to him but now, it does. It means everything. She's all he wants. No one else.

The video plays again after the loading. And he's not even in the mood anymore. It's getting too boring and too weird for him. Porn is so unrealistic, he thinks. It's stupid. This is stupid. How did he even get himself into this situation? He can't even get out of it. He has to continue if he still wants to fall asleep.

He tries to stop thinking about how pathetic this situation is and gets his hand around his dick again as the porno starts to get more intense. The guy begins to fuck the woman even harder and their grunts and moans start to become louder. He's sure that this room is probably soundproof and it's safe from her sensitive hearing.

His calloused hand pumps his length tightly, starting to get it hard as he lets out soft groans and grunts. He closes his eyes, not even paying attention to the video anymore. He solely focuses on her. Only her. He tries to think about their last moment together, last weekend, before the chaos happened. He was fucking her ass in his own bedroom with Six inside of her cunt. It was a very hot moment despite what happened after. The calm before the storm.

That's all he thinks about the whole time he's palming his cock. Him being inside her. Her sweet lips when he kissed her. Her smile against his lips. How she tastes on his mouth. How she smells on his nose. She's the only one who really turns him on so much. No one's ever gotten him this hard before. And, desperate.

His grunts keep on filling the empty room and he's too lost in the moment to realize that the door has been opened.

It's her. She got woken up because she had heard weird, suspicious noises coming from a room that she thought was empty. She was sleeping peacefully with Six in her room until she heard it. She thought it was intruders, hiding inside here. That's why she had rushed quietly to check the source of the sounds.

But, it's just Lloyd. He's laid out on the carpet, in front of the huge movie projector with a porn video playing. Yet, he isn't watching it at all. He has his eyes completely shut while stroking his dick and she knew he was probably thinking of her. She knows him too well by now. She also knows that if he's here, jerking off in their home theater, then that means he couldn't sleep. Something was keeping him up that had driven him to do this.

She sighs, closing the door behind her and that's when Lloyd finally notices her as he opens his eyes. He whips his head around to her, immediately removing his hand from his length.

He throws his head back. "Fuck, Elle. How long have you been standing there?" he asks her, out of breath.

Elle slowly walks to him. "Just a second ago. What were you doing?" she asks him, frowning.

Lloyd shrugs casually while she sits beside him, on the carpet. She tries to ignore his hard, throbbing cock that is only inches apart from her. "Jerking off. What else?" he responds.

She scoffs, her eyes gesturing to the porn video still playing in front of her. "I mean, why were you doing it? You can't sleep?" she asks him, her eyebrows knitting in concern.

He sighs wearily. "Yeah. I was walking around and found this room. Could be nice for movie nights." he casually says.

She nods shortly. "Are you bored of my hand or something?" she teases with a soft laugh, finally looking down at his dick.

His head leans against the seat behind him and he stares up at her. "I could use your help. I'd never be bored with your hands." Lloyd murmurs.

She gets closer to him and their arms brush against each other. Her lips form into a smirk and she rolls her eyes at his compliment. "Why don't you just fuck yourself, hm?" she whispers at his face in a teasing tone.

He groans. "You're killing me here, Elle." he grumbles.

Lloyd tilts his head to the side. "Thought that was more of my thing. I didn't know you liked it too." he remarks.

Her smirk widens. "Oh, don't be such a baby. Do it. I'll watch." she demands and his dick just got harder from her order.

She squints her eyes lightly. "Most of your kinks are mine. You know that." she casually answers and he nods vaguely.

His chin gestures to the porn still playing on the big screen. "I'll turn it off. The video." Lloyd says, about to get up and grab the remote.

She stops him by holding his arm down strongly. "No. Keep it on. It keeps things more interesting." she orders.

He frowns confusedly. "Are you sure? It's just a little weird. I don't even like the video." Lloyd tells her, grimacing a little.

She scoffs gently. "Well, you picked it."

"It was the first that popped up on the website," he quickly replies.

She gasps softly, smirking. "Wow. You really were desperate, huh? Were you thinking of me the whole time?" she teases as her hand slides on his bare thigh, moving closely to where his cock is but she's not touching it.

He slightly shudders at her touch and nods. "All the fucking time. You have no idea how many times you've made me hard, without even trying. You get me so fucking hard, Elle. You don't even know it." Lloyd confesses, truthfully. No one's ever made him like this. A hot, desperate mess. He was in heat. All because of her.

She nods. "Good. Hands on your cock again." Elle orders him, firmly.

He does what he's told — which was really fucking rare and odd but he's willing to do it because she is asking him to do it. They've never done this either. He's usually always in control because she wants him to. This was different. But good.

Lloyd’s fist continues to stroke his hard, wet cock as her eyes look down at it and a smirk grows on her lips. He looks at her and only her. She quietly observes him before looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Do you want me to touch myself? For a little encouragement?" she asks him, furrowing her eyebrows.

He immediately nods. "Yeah. Play with yourself for me, sweetheart." he desperately begs, with a raspy voice.

She hums softly as she leans her body against the pillows behind her. Sneaking her hand under her pajama shorts, her fingers reach her panties and slowly rubs her clit. Lloyd watches her while he strokes his dick faster, paying close attention to her hands but he can't see anything.

"Let me see it." he mutters, out of breath.

Her eyes meet his and she groans softly. "Fine. I need to clean up a lot after this. Six's still asleep in my room." she grumbles quietly.

Lloyd casually nods. "I'll help you clean up later, in my room." he assures her.

She lifts her hips to take off her pajamas shorts along with her panties and it all slips out of her feet. Gently placing it beside her on the carpet, she turns back to him and his eyes are already focused on her wet pussy. He's always liked staring at it. It's pretty to him, in some weird way. And he's almost seen it all. In every kind.

"Fuck, you're wet. Is this why you chose to stay instead of going back to bed?" Lloyd asks but he genuinely wants to know.

She snuck out of bed and should've gone back in with Six when she knew it wasn't intruders. But, she didn't. And it wasn't because she wanted to join in with him. She wasn't even in the mood for it. She was sleepy and preferred it to go back to sleep.

She frowns. "No. I stayed because I wanted to help you. I knew you couldn't sleep, that's why you did this." she softly answers.

Lloyd scoffs, retreating from her a bit. "I don't need your fucking pity, Elle." he retorts harshly.

She rolls her eyes. "Of course, it's not pitiness that I feel for you, dumbass. I care about you a lot. I couldn't just let you jerk off alone with a video you barely even like." she clarifies.

His face softens and he chuckles lightly. "It didn't even make me hard. You did." Lloyd plainly admits.

She laughs softly. "Really? You're saying that this video doesn't even turn you on at all? Not even the slightest?" Elle asks him, curiously.

His lips tug into a small smile as he shakes his head. "Nope. You know what turns me on. Definitely not the fucking video."

She frowns confusedly before turning her head to the porn still playing and the guy is still fucking the woman in the ass. Her index finger points to the huge screen, looking at him. "But this is what you like. You like to fuck in the ass." she points out, casually.

Lloyd sighs, rolling his eyes as he pulls her closer to him by her hands. "Would you just stop talking about the video? It doesn't mean dick to me. You are all I need. Believe it or not." he admits, shamelessly.

She chuckles, staring into his eyes up-close before she gazes down at his lips. Her hand cups his jaw and connects her lips against his, kissing him gently. He melts into the kiss, deepening it as he nibbles on her bottom lips. His hands wrap around her waist and she moves her body closer to him, her thigh accidentally brushing against his cock.

"Still wanna continue?" she asks him against his mouth.

He pulls away from her lips and looks directly into her eyes. "We're already both half-naked, Elle. It'd be weird not to." Lloyd says.

She nods before retreating from him, leaning against all the pillows. Her hands rest on her wet cunt again and her soft fingers play with her clit while his fist wraps around his dick again. His eyes slowly look down at her with lust. She's looking down at him too, observing how his hands move up and down around his length. Warm, white precum are starting to drip out of him and it's almost splashing on her thighs. It wasn't really turning her on earlier, but it sure is now. The thought of him doing all this just by thinking of her, turns her on so much. She's not even touching him.

"Put your fingers in. Three of them." Lloyd demands breathlessly as he quickens the pace, getting more impatient to come.

She obliges, carefully inserting three fingers inside her core as she lets out a soft moan. Her cheeks are turning red and hot. She already feels like she's close even with her own fingers. It usually takes way longer than this with her own. This is turning her on a lot.

He moves closer to her, his precum sputtering on her bare thighs. "You look so fucking pretty with your own fingers inside of you, sunshine. Maybe we should do this more often." Lloyd mutters, teasing her.

She throws her head back and moans again as she curls her fingers inside, hitting that favorite spot of hers. "Maybe not. I like your fingers just fine." she murmurs, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Lloyd looks down at her and chuckles. "You're so fucking adorable. Too fucking perfect." he praises her softly before brushing her hair aside, kissing her forehead. Which was rare of him. It was too affectionate and sweet. Very unlike him.

She pulls away from him as she continues to stroke her three fingers in and out of her cunt slowly. Her eyes look up at his as he flashes her a faint, small smile. She lets out a breathy moan as his free hand slides under her top and feels her bare skin. His thick hand moves up to her breasts, grasping it before he pinches her nipples.

She gasps softly at that, her fingers stopping abruptly. He frowns at that, glaring up at her.

"Don't stop. I want to see you come. Right in front of me." Lloyd firmly orders.

She nods. "Don't make too much of a mess on me. I'm going to have a hard time cleaning up the white stains." Elle softly murmurs.

Lloyd breaks into a soft chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't. And even if I do, I'll clean it up for you." he calmly says.

She hums in responds, her fingers continuing to stroke in and out of her wet, aching core. She can just feel that she's close. She looks down at his own situation as he begins to pump his cock in a faster pace.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes with those pretty, innocent eyes of hers. "Fuck," she moans softly, her face leaning against his shoulder as her teeth bites his shoulder, involuntarily. She feels like she's going to explode. Not literally, of course. She's just never touched herself like this. It's a different but anew feeling.

Lloyd groans, a little blood dripping from his shoulder. "Shit, sweetheart. That's going to leave a mark. Do it again." he mutters to her. He can never leave a mark on her since she heals within a second later. But she can certainly leave a mark on him. Most of his kinks are hers.

She lifts her face and smiles at him. "You're so perfect for me. One of a fucking kind." she whispers. He's the only man in her life that's willing to try out her kinks. Not one, but all of them. She never knew she needed all of it until now.

His fingers strokes the girth of his cock tighter and faster and after a few seconds, his cum explodes all over her bare thighs and cunt. It's warm for her and it's just what she needed being in this cold room, half naked. Lloyd grunts out loud, releasing his hand from his length as he looks at her. Her cheeks turn hot at the sight of him and at all the mess that's on her.

"Your turn, sunshine." he murmurs, his lips curving into a smirk she really fucking hates. But she can't deny that it really is hot.

She licks her bottom lips, focusing her eyes on him as her strong fingers work on her release. Sometimes she forgot how strong she is. Her hands are like fucking magic. That's why he'd never get bored of her hands. She pumps her fingers stronger and quicker before warm, white cum spills out of her cunt as she lets out those soft, pretty moans she usually does. He loves her moans more than any sound in the world. He wishes he could listen to it for the rest of his life.

Lloyd cups the side of her face with one of his hands. "You're so fucking pretty when you come. Come here." he says.

She whines softly when he pulls her in by the waist, gently pushing her closer onto him. Her body leans against his side as she braces her arms on his chest.

"Are you going to fall asleep better now?" she gently asks him, her eyes looking up at his green ones.

She giggles, shaking her head. A few minutes ago, he was complaining on why she stayed. She'll never forget how annoying he can be sometimes. "Just shut up and kiss me, asshole." Elle lifts her head up to be eye level with him.

Lloyd softly smiles down at her. "Way better. Because of you." he replies, tucking her hair under her ear. "Thank you. For staying. You really are so fucking precious, you know that?" he adds.

She helped him. And actually helped him because he can finally sleep now. If she didn't stay, he doesn't think jerking off alone would've gotten him anywhere.

He chuckles, cupping her cheeks between his huge hand as he leans down to kiss her tenderly and gently. It's the most gentle he's ever kissed her. She parts her mouth for him and intensifies the kiss even deeper as she moans softly against his lips. They're only focused on each other and nothing else. Like the world doesn't exist and it's just them.

But, little do they know, the door has been slightly opened for quite a while now. They were completely unaware and clueless because of the heated moment.

This whole time, Six had been quietly watching them from the door. He woke up and almost panicked when he saw that she wasn't beside him on their bed.

So, he silently searched through the penthouse and found the home theater room where it was making weird noises. He had opened the door as carefully and as quietly as possible and they didn't even notice it.

He was slightly shocked of the sight he was seeing at first. Lloyd and her were sitting beside each other on the carpet, both half-naked as they both touched themselves. And in front of them, was a big projector screen that was showing some porn video.

He didn't interrupt or bother them, though. He wanted them to just enjoy this moment for themselves. He can be selfless just for them. Even though his dick has been twitching and aching in his sweatpants when he saw her bare cunt as she touched herself beside Lloyd.

It was certainly different from what they've ever done before but he was aware of her kinks that Lloyd had happily fulfilled. This was one of them. He's not mad or disappointed.

In truth, he's content for both of them. They're both the only ones in the world he truly cares about and would do anything for them. Including letting them have a hot moment even when he's dying to join in because of his hard erection.

Six quietly leaves the scene once he sees Lloyd and Elle pull away from the kiss to clean up after their huge mess. Even he widens his eyes at it that's spilling everywhere on the carpet, the pillows and on their thighs. They were wild and messy.

He's definitely going to mention this to her someday. Or tomorrow.

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Hiii! I've just posted chapter 7 of Precious Weapon and it was a rollercoaster. But it was probably the best chapters I've ever written before. I loved it.

Feel free to leave any requests for drabbles and I'll be happy to write it! Or if you just wanted to interact and talk, feel free to leave a message for that too <3

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Precious Weapon (7)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six (Court Gentry) x Glimpses of Denny Carmichael.

Summary : She gets into a life and death situation as the guys attempt to save her, whatever it takes. Six finally opens up to her. She makes a huge decision, affecting her mission.

Warnings : Serious injuries. Bullet wounds. So much blood. Gore. Surgery. Stitches. Suffering. Pain. Hurt. More unrealistic healing. Coma. Tension. Death. Actual detailed murder. Detailed torture. Trauma. Ptsd. Fluff and comfort at the end.

Word count : 19.6k words.

Author's note : Well, I think this is the best chapter I’ve ever written so far. It had angst, reunion, tension, fluff, a little violence, confessions, and comfort. This was perfect to me. Alsooo, the cover was really on point for this chapter. I scrolled for hours and hours just to find the perfect picture to portray this chapter. Lloyd's face in it looks like his gaze softened for her. Six is just quietly smiling at her and only for her.

***

She couldn't tell if she was already dead or not.

Or if she was supposed to be in some kind of afterlife by now.

It is a void of nothingness that she's in now. Pitch black. Dark. Blank. Dull. Absolutely nothing.

She still feels some pain, though. It's just less than earlier. She's aware that she can't move an inch of her body. She's almost paralyzed. She can't wake up again even if she wanted to. She's��stuck.

In times like this, she can only think of somewhere she should be other than here.

She used to believe in an afterlife. In an eternity of paradise or an eternity of suffering. Heaven and hell. But it never came across her mind that she'd die one day. She thought she was completely invincible.

Everything is muffled and suppressed to her. She could still hear Lloyd's and Six's voices but she has no idea what they're saying or doing to her.

She just wants this to end. To not feel. To not suffer anymore. To be somewhere else but here.

She does not want to be stuck here forever, being in a dark and consuming void.

She always wondered if she'll ever get to feel death like anyone else. Guess it's time for that now.

***

It all happened way too fast.

Six felt like he was having another nightmare. He never had a nightmare about her, though.

Yet, this was real. Very real. He couldn't believe what he was seeing at first.

She was dying on the floor, bleeding out of so many bullets. Her eyes were already closed, she passed out. It was impossible to save her. He knew it. He thought it was the end of her.

But Lloyd didn't. He didn't want to give up. He remembered what he told her when she was shot last. She needed to get the bullets out of her first, then she could heal herself.

So, he did everything he could within his unlimited resources and with the CIA. He had no doubt that Denny wanted his most valuable weapon and asset to not die either.

He had flown in the best CIA surgeons from the closest country here, Singapore. They wouldn't ask questions about her condition and they'd get the job done. He requested for them to be all women. He didn't want some old man taking her shirt off and seeing her bare body. He knew she'd prefer it this way, too.

Six had carried her body all the way from the hospital to the car and back to the penthouse. Her blood was covered all over him but he was past caring. He really wanted this plan to work. He couldn't let her die. Not when they haven't even resolved their issues. Not when she hasn't even known his real name yet. She can't die hating him.

When the surgeons and medical supplies arrived, he immediately placed her body on the surgery bed they had brought in.

They're in one of the unused empty rooms in their penthouse and now it's used as a medical room. They never thought they needed one, for her or for them.

The surgeons kept quiet and did their job right, despite lingering questions on how she could still be alive and breathing even after being shot so many times. Eight times. Eight bullets.

She was shot eight times. By some miracle, it didn't hit any of her vital organs. She could still survive this. They had hope.

***

The penthouse was finally quiet after the surgery was all done.

Lloyd and Six went back to their rooms for a while to go clean up while the nurses watched over her. They were still full of blood.

She was put in the hospital bed along with her own pillows and blanket. The nurses had cleaned her up after the surgery and changed her into her comfortable clothes.

She's stable and calm, for now. Hasn't woken up yet, but they gave her some painkillers through her IV. Triple dosage, given her condition.

Oddly enough, she hasn't healed yet. At all. They took all the bullet outs and gave her stitches. She's never had stitches before in her life. Never needed one.

But the doctor told them that she just needs more time to heal and rest. She won't be in a coma like this for long.

Six stalks into the kitchen after he just freshly showered. He poured himself a coffee while Lloyd sat across from him in the kitchen island, browsing on his laptop.

The early morning sun glowed on both of them through the window. They've lost track of time. They didn't realize that the sun's already dawned. It's almost about eight am by now.

"It was a clusterfuck." he remarks dryly. He's so tired. They both are. They've only had a few hours of sleep last night and that was it. They don't even think that they'd be able to sleep tonight if she hasn't healed yet.

Six regarded him with a soft look. He knows he's stressed over this. "She'll be fine. She'll heal. As always." he says with an assuring tone. He needs this right now. Someone to tell him that everything's going to be okay.

"She's not healing." Lloyd tells him, looking up from his laptop.

"She just needs more time. Trust her. She's the one who told us what her body's capable of." Six reassures him again.

He looks down and eventually nods, leaning onto his chair. "Yeah, okay. Fine. So what are we going to do with the elephant in our basement?" Lloyd asks.

After the agents got the hostages out safely, they decided to keep the guy who was holding them there and brought him back here. He wasn't supposed to be here. It just happened.

Six shrugs. "Why didn't you get rid of him back in the hospital?" he asks back.

He shakes his head. "I didn't have time to make that choice. I was trying to save her life first. She was my priority. Not that fucking dude who were hurting the innocent hostages there." he clarifies.

"One of your guys was supposed to kill him right there. We don't need him here right now." Six coldly said. He really doesn't have time to think about some stupid guy in their basement right now.

"First, our guys only listen to our orders. They were the ones who brought him here because we didn't order them to kill him there. Besides, he's the brain of this shitshow. He's the reason Elle is in there right now." Lloyd points out.

Six's facial expressions immediately changed. He's angry but he never shows it. He just keeps it to himself, especially when he's extremely angered. He prefers to contain himself so he won't make the situation even worse.

"Did he know we were coming? Or that she was going to be there?" he asks more. He needs to make sure.

Lloyd stares at him before contemplating. "Actually, probably not. But still. And maybe, by him, we could find out who his higher up is. The big boss. He must be hiding somewhere, puckering his asshole because of us." he answers.

He raises his brows. "You mean 'by him' means we're going to torture him?" Six asks. He knows what Lloyd is capable of and is good at.

Lloyd tips his head. "Well, I'll torture him. You just stay here. Check on her." he tells him.

Six frowns. "Are you sure? What if she wakes up?" he asks.

"Then you'll be there. That's what matters. For her." Lloyd says, getting up from his seat as he slowly walks away.

He still thinks that Six is the better man he deserves. Even after last night.

Six simply nods. He doesn't exactly agree but he knows there's no point in arguing now. "Alright, fine. Don't fuck the guy up too much." He reminds him.

He stops walking before turning to him. His lips slowly tug into a smirk. "Six, I'm good at torturing. I know what I'm doing." Lloyd smugly says.

He knows. But right now, Lloyd's not exactly in a stable state. Not that he's ever been stable to begin with, yet this whole almost death situation with her has really fucked him up. He saw the panic and real horror in face when he was watching the surgeons operate on her. He was so scared that they'd screw up and she'd die instantly from it. Even before the surgery, he had made light threats to them to treat this as their most important surgery in their life. Technically, it was since she's the first patient to ever survive those many bullets and has healing abilities.

Lloyd was terrified. For the very first time in his life. He almost lost her. He couldn't have that. He'd rather burn the entire human existence except for them, than not have her with him again.

"I'll call you when she wakes up." Six tells him and he nods approvingly before walking towards the elevator to go to the first floor.

They actually weren't even aware of a basement. The agents were. It's located somewhere below the hidden stairs inside the storage room. Pretty creepy for a basement in a penthouse. But it's doable for an urgent situation like this. They weren't expecting this.

As soon as Lloyd stepped into the elevator, Six puts down his mug of coffee on the counter and sighs. He's not exactly sure he's the man she wants to see considering the little fight they had before all this but he still needs to see her. Awake or not.

He wants to make it up to her. Fix all that.

***

Six slowly and carefully enters her medical room with light footsteps.

His eyes quickly study the room. She's still resting with two nurses on each side of her, sitting on a chair. The room is wide and spacious. Too many empty spaces. The morning sun shines way too bright on the room. It doesn't smell like blood anymore here. They've cleaned everything up and made it sterile for her. They got rid of the surgery bed too.

One of the nurses noticed him and her face quickly turned tense. "Oh. Sorry. We didn't see you. Do you want us to leave?" she nervously asks.

Lloyd gave them a bad impression when he was yelling at all of them to treat her quicker. So now they're intimidated. Six didn't say anything to them before this, he was really quiet earlier. He was just focusing on her and calming Lloyd.

Six nods, going into the room even further. "Yeah, that'd be… great. You two can take a break. I made some coffee. Didn't really make breakfast but… we have some fruit, uh, up on the counter." he offers, not even knowing the words coming out of his mouth.

He has no idea why he just said that. He has never actually interacted decently with anyone other than Elle and Lloyd. He was a cold and plain person. Hated small talk and long conversations. She changed him. He's never realized just how much she has slowly molded him into a completely different person. A better one.

The nurses both turned to him and rose from their seats. One of them smiled kindly at him and they both muttered ‘thank you’ before leaving the room. The door gently closed behind them.

Six stood beside her bed, his eyes observing her again. She looks peaceful like this. Her arms are resting against her stomach that's covered with her blanket. Her lips are so dry. Her whole face is pale. At least she looks comfortable and cozy in her own clothes and stuff.

He takes a seat on the small chair next to her and places his hand on hers. He sighs softly, not exactly knowing what to say since she isn't awake to hear him. But if she's in a temporary coma somehow, then maybe she could still hear him.

"You probably can't hear me. And I'm probably sounding crazy now talking to you like this but…I can't stop thinking about our last conversation. Our fight. It was so fucking stupid of me. I don't even normally curse a lot. You know that. You know me. But you don't know enough, I was wrong. You don't know a lot about me because I didn't let you. I was…afraid. If I eventually told you everything, you'd run away. There are some things that I don't want you to know. Some parts that would scare you away." Six bluntly confesses, flatly like usual.

He's never said these many words to anyone before, especially expressing his actual feelings. He usually represses those feelings and eventually forgets about it. But she deserves this. Someone who's willing to get out of his own comfort zone and become a better man for her.

She heard him. Every single word. She's in the bliss of a dream somewhere but…she could still discern what he's saying. She recognizes his voice despite not seeing him. She knows this isn't a dream. Six isn't in her dream right now. She's practically high off all the painkillers they gave her so she's having weird dreams.

She still can't move though. She's trying to, yet nothing is working. She's paralyzed because her body isn't healing yet. She is aware of everything now, because of hearing his voice. Earlier she thought that she was only dreaming and nothing was happening around her. She knows she isn't dead now. She's alive. Because he's here.

Six gulps, looking down at their hands as he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. Her fingers are always softer compared to his. Smaller, too. His mind plays a quick flashback when she used to put their hands together to compare their hand sizes while they're in bed. She'd always giggle softly whenever she sees the huge comparison. Then her smile would linger as she continued to watch their hands. While he would always just look at her the whole time. Whenever she laughs, he does too.

He's happy only when she is. He has a purpose now — keeping her safe and happy. His fucking life finally mattered. It wasn't just a mission anymore. She was his purpose. Still is.

Suddenly, her soft fingers twitch against his. That took almost every muscle in her body to just move her fingers. She really tried to move and wake up. But she can't. Not now. It's not her time yet. She needs some time to heal first.

Six looks up at her, surprised and relieved.

"You can hear me." he breathes out, leaning forward onto her. "Elle, if you do hear me, my name's — Court. It's Court, baby." he whispers as softly as possible. He finally told her his real name. He thought he'd never do it.

He knows she won't magically wake up. Or immediately answer him back. Though, he'd really love to hear his name coming out of her beautiful lips. His real name. This is the first time in decades that he's ever said his name out loud to anyone.

Elle heard that too. She wants to smile right now if she can. Or wake up from this coma and jump into his arms. She just wants to wake up.

"It's okay. I'm going to stay here until you wake up. I'm not leaving your side. So when you wake up, you won't be alone. You'll have me." Six murmurs gently, planting a soft kiss on her hand.

His tone is not exactly sweet or soothing, it's just plain and flat. But he means it. He has never said anything like this before. He's never cared enough for someone to say and feel all these things. She's the only person that did this to him and he let her. She's his first, technically.

She made him so different and he's grateful for that.

***

Lloyd stared and tilted his head to the side while contemplating on the man tortured in front of him. He's done a number on him.

"Aw, you poor fuck. The pain will go away as long as you tell me who your boss is." Lloyd tells him again to his face, crouching down to be eye-level with him.

Truth is, it will. Because he's going to kill him as soon as he talks. But he isn't. He hasn't talked at all. He has kept his worthless mouth shut this whole entire time Lloyd's been torturing him. Even though from the looks of it, he looks like he's already on the brink of death.

All of his fingernails are already gone. He has six broken fingers. His face is all beaten up as a result of Lloyd's fist and it's all bruised up and bleeding to the point that his eyes are barely open. He could've done more, but he didn't have the time to buy some supplies for it. So he had to work with what he had.

The basement is dark. Two agents are guarding the door. Lloyd has been spending a few hours down here and he hasn't even had the time to drink or eat anything. His face is full of sweat. His hands are all mixed with blood. He knows it's also been hours since she hasn't woken up either. So he prefers to be down here than wait for her miserably.

Lloyd slaps his face again and he winces. "Hey, come on. Can you not speak English or something? Do I need to get google translate here? Just fucking talk. Anything. Are you actually deaf?" he tries again.

The man keeps looking down and finally, he shakes his head in denial.

Lloyd's lips turn into a smirk. "Oh. So you can hear me. Then, talk." he urges again.

He glares up at him. "No." he mutters.

Lloyd scowls. "I—are you fucking kidding me? I have spent hours here. And that's all I get? A no? Not even a full answer. Jesus. I don't get paid enough for this shit." he rambles before turning away from the man.

"You know what? Have it your way. I'm just going to keep you in here for days to fucking rot until you finally talk. If not, then I'll kill you. And it won't be an easy and painless death. Mark my fucking words." Lloyd threatens him, casually with a pissed off tone.

He walks away from him and gestures to the agents to keep torturing until whenever they want to stop. He doesn't give a shit anymore. He shouldn't have spent all his time down here. He should've gone upstairs to check on her instead.

Which he'll do.

***

Blood from his knuckles keeps dripping on the floor of the elevator to their penthouse as Lloyd walks into the living room.

Two of her nurses are sitting on his couch, chattering about something stupid while laughing together.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Lloyd asks them, frowning at them.

They both immediately get up from the couch, looking down before one of them tries to open her mouth but he raises a hand at them.

He shakes his head. "No, no excuses. Just get the doctor to come in here. Now." he demands and they nod their heads, stepping away from him.

Lloyd walks towards her medical room and still makes sure to open the door slowly while entering the room.

Six knows it’s him because of his footsteps so he doesn’t turn around. He remains in his current position. His hands and arms are still rested against the bed as he holds her hand tightly. His eyes are still glued to her face. He’s been observing her for the past few hours and she hasn’t moved a single muscle yet.

“Hey. Is she healing yet?” Lloyd asks him, going further into the room as he stands beside him.

Six looks up at him. “I haven’t checked.” He mutters before gently removing his hands from her and standing up from his chair.

He takes a quick glance at Lloyd and stares down at his bloody knuckles.

Lloyd nods. “Yeah. I’ve wasted my time and breath on torturing some stupid fuck that won’t even talk at all. They usually talk after I take off a few of their fingernails. But this, I fucked up his entire face and broke all of his fingernails. I only got a no. That’s it.” He grumbles casually, not even considering if she could hear him or not.

Six frowns, looking back at her for a while just to make sure she hasn’t woken up yet. “I think she could hear you. She heard me talking earlier. Her fingers moved against mine.” he tells him.

He raises his brows. “Oh. Well maybe she could hear you earlier, not now. She doesn’t need to know about our little problem. Not now or when she wakes up.” Lloyd makes it clear.

He nods, agreeing. “Yeah. Okay.” Six mutters before turning to her and lowering himself to her. His hands gently brush on her clothes as he carefully lifts her shirt up a little to check her wounds.

Her entire torso is filled with the surgery scars everywhere. She was being shot like a fucking shooting range. She has never had a ton of scars like this before and not for a long period of time. She always heals almost immediately after every incident. Her body is changing. Not weaker, but stronger. It’s still getting used to all the pain she’s getting constantly. Almost after every mission she took, she’d always get hurt. It was never her fault, it was mostly part of the plan. They all knew she could take the pain no matter what.

Lloyd leans forward while his eyes search her body and there’s only one scar that has healed, on her lower abdomen. “This is weird. She’s never taken this long to heal before. And it’s already been, like, five hours since the surgery?”

Six pulls her shirt down to cover her again. “Is there some other medication that they could give her to make the process quicker?” he asks softly, turning to him.

He thinks about it for a moment before shaking his head and crossing his arms against his chest. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Maybe once she wakes up, then she’ll heal quicker? Can they wake her up?” Six suggested.

Lloyd shrugs, feeling helpless and hopeless for the very first time. “I don’t know. Maybe they could reduce some of the anesthesia they gave her but she was unconscious before the surgery. And it would take a little long for the drugs to wear off on her.” he explains.

Six nods, having a glint of hope. He steps forward to him. “But it’s worth a try. Right?”

Lloyd would never deny his request. He actually listens to the man. And he knows he’s right. It’s worth a shot and right now, it’s their only shot they got.

“Yeah, okay. I'll tell the doctor when she gets here.” Lloyd says before pausing, “I just think… that she'd be a little different after she wakes up, no? I mean, she just survived a near death situation. She almost died.” he states.

Six looks at him with a tired look. He's exhausted and now he has to think about the possibility of her not being herself once she wakes up because of the trauma. He thought that she'd change after working for the CIA for too long just like he did and Lloyd did. This is too soon for her to change. He doesn't want her to change. Ever.

He vaguely nods. “I know. But we'll be there for her. Always.” Six reminds him.

Lloyd simply nods his head. He says nothing. He'd do the same for her. He just doesn't know how to be there for her like Six. He's still not good with comfort or with feelings or with her. He has no idea how to give comfort when he has never received one in his life. Six has never received comfort either in his life until her, that is. He's just always there for her in a way that he'd do anything she asks of him.

Lloyd is just scared, deep inside, that he'd fuck it up somehow.

***

She's fragile as of now. Sensitive. Frail.

She was in deep sleep dreaming of clouds and lakes. But then she woke up. To reality. To real life. To the miserable world.

Her whole body felt numb at first before all the pain came back to her. She needed to heal herself. Manually. With a single chant from her lips.

Except, she can't even move and she's extremely weak. Her eyes are open, she's aware that she's already back at the penthouse but it's some kind of makeshift hospital room in here that they made for her.

And there's no one here. Just her.

She tries to move her head to the side and she sees the floor to ceiling window beside her. Her eyes examine the skies and the city underneath. From the looks of it, it's somewhere during the afternoon. Maybe about 3 or 4pm, she guesses. Her memories start to come back to her and she remembers everything. She also remembered when it all happened, it was 4am. She's already calculated twelve hours since she's been unconscious like this.

Lloyd and Six aren't here because the doctor told them that it would probably take some time until the drugs finally wear off on her and until she'd finally wake up. They had no clue when exactly she would wake up because her condition was different from any other patients they've treated before.

So the guys went out for late lunch downstairs in a restaurant they both barely like but they didn't want to risk going out too long or too far. She could wake up anytime.

And, she did. Now she's confused. She can't do anything or move or get up or even talk.

Yet, she could still hear. She hears footsteps. Low chattering. More chattering. A few beating heartbeats. Some whispers. She can discern that they're quite a few people here. The agents, the nurses and the doctors are all here to safeguard her from any threats and keep her safe in case she wakes up.

But, she can't hear Lloyd or Six. She memorized their footsteps and their heartbeats and their voices in all sorts of frequency. And there's nothing here. They're not here.

She isn't aware of who the people are outside. She has no idea who it might be. She guesses they're the agents but then she also hears plenty of women's voices while all the agents are men.

It's not supposed to be a threat but she doesn't know what has happened for the past twelve hours that she's been in a coma. This might be a hostage situation and the men she's hearing are not the agents. She needs to be careful about this. She needs to move first, though.

Gathering all the strength she currently has now, she starts to move both of her hands slowly but sure. She groans softly after successfully lifting her hands. Her lips tugged into a faint smile at that. She could also feel how dry her lips are.

It sort-of enrages her how long she's been out for. How weak she was. How she couldn't have just healed herself back there. She could've, potentially. But her body was just in shock of all the pain at once and it certainly wasn't used to it.

She moves her legs and groans again before eventually shifting them to the side so she could get out of this depressing hospital bed.

But, just as she was about to completely move her entire body to the side and attempt to sit up, she groaned loudly from the wrenching pain all over her torso. None of her wounds have healed yet and she could feel her skin slowly ripping off. It's one of her stitches and because she's forced herself to move so quickly, it's ripped off now.

Even so, she still wants to try to fight the pain off and get the hell out of here.

Her palm presses onto the unhealed wound and she looks down at it, seeing blood already covering her favorite shirt.

“Shit.” Elle mutters before forcing her entire body to slide out of the bed and ending up falling onto the cold floor, quietly.

She groans out of pain again as she tries to stifle her sounds by covering her mouth with her hand. She still doesn't know who's out there right now. She needs to be cautious, just like what she should've done back at the hospital.

The floor is stained with her blood now as she braces her hands on the floor before trying to stand up. Even with all the pain she's feeling now, the worst pain she's ever felt in her life, she's still thinking about Six. She heard him. What he said to her when she was in her coma. He told her his real name. He confessed to her. Finally opened up to her.

Her mind snaps her back to reality. One of her hands comes up to the bed for support before she fully stands up with excruciating pain inside of her. She puts one foot in front of the other and starts walking towards the door, hobbling.

She looks at the door and opens it with her mind. Hearing the approaching footsteps, she immediately chants a small spell and the two of the agents who were guarding her room collapses on the floor.

Looking down, she finally recognizes them and quickly regrets it but they deserved a little nap anyway. She only knocked them down unconscious.

She walks over their bodies and goes into their living room. The nurses look over to her and gasps in shock as they see the agents unconscious on the floor behind her. They all raised their hands in surrender.

"We're just nurses. To help you. We didn't know you'd be awake so soon." One of them says to her.

She frowns confusedly, trying to process the information. "Nurses? Why would I ever need—oh god. I was in a fucking surgery?" Elle snaps out loud.

They all nod their heads, not daring to say anything else that might make her snap and blow their heads off all of a sudden.

"What—where's Lloyd and Six? Where are they?" She asks, raising her voice.

"Downstairs. T–they went out for lunch." One of the nurses replies, stammering their words.

She tilts her head to the side. "Are you sure you're not lying to me? I'll know if you lie." she calmly asks, stepping forward to them with blood actively dripping on the floor.

They shake their heads in fear while looking down at the blood stained floor.

"We can help you. You're bleeding a lot." The nurse offered her.

"No. I'm good. I just need to see them." Elle breathes out, holding in the pain as her hand goes up to her wound to press on it harder.

"We have doctors for you here. They're on the first floor. We can get them for you." The nurse tries to offer again.

She shakes her head. "They won't be able to help me. I'm the only one that can heal myself." she grits out.

Suddenly, one of the agents comes out of the bathroom right beside the gym and everyone startles. He quickly rushes towards her after seeing the bodies of his teammates on the floor and is quick to grab a gun from his pocket.

He points it to her from behind and pushes the gun onto the back of her head. She doesn't even flinch or raise her hands.

"What the fuck did you do, you bitch?" he asks, shuddering of fear. She could just smell the fear on him and she smirks.

She rolls her eyes. "Get me Lloyd and Six and I'll think of not turning the gun around to you." Elle threatens, calmly and casually. Almost what Lloyd does. He taught her right.

He scoffs, pressing the gun harder. "Fuck you. I ain't getting you shit. You're just a spoiled slut that gets away with anything. You can't kill me. I'm with the CIA." he confidently says.

Her smirk widens before she slowly turns around and his shaky hands continue to point the gun at her head.

She sighs. "You know, I don't really give a shit that you're with the CIA or whoever you work for. I can still kill you no matter what. I do get away with anything." she calmly tells him in a soft voice but it's still threatening because she'd actually do it.

It's really out of place for her to say things like this. Especially, acknowledging her privilege of immunity from the agency just because she is their most valuable weapon and asset. She never wanted that. She still wanted to do the right thing no matter what. But as of now, she couldn't really give less of a fuck killing this lousy agent.

He scoffs again and shakes his head in disbelief. She took that as a challenge.

Without any effort, she takes the gun out of his hands and bends it with only one hand. He widens his eyes before she throws the gun somewhere far. She harshly pushes him onto the floor as he collapses, hitting his head hard. He's not dead, but he might have a concussion or two.

Before she could even turn back around, she hears the elevator ding and she raises her hand, in case she'd have to snap some necks.

It eventually opens and reveals a worried Lloyd and Six, stepping out of the elevator. They barely even ate earlier. They kept thinking of her. They came back as quickly as they could. They certainly weren't expecting this fucking sight.

There are three bodies on the floor of the agents. All the nurses are raising their hands in surrender and fear. And on top of all that, she is here. Alive and breathing but bleeding out. She might've just killed half of their agents but they don't care. Nothing matters anymore. Except for her.

Her eyes met both of them and she was so happy that she was speechless for a moment. But, they were too. Her eyelashes fluttered as her lips slowly curved into a relieved smile. She breathes out a relaxed breath, before looking down to the continuous bleeding on her wound.

Six is frozen in his tracks. Lloyd is too and he almost smiles at the sight of her finally awake and standing in front of him. But their nice little moment quickly diminishes as soon as they both look down at all the blood coming out of her.

Their faces dropped into worry and Six immediately rushed to her first, carrying her into his arms like she weighed nothing. Her head rests against his chest to relax more. Her eyes stare up into his and he regards her with that knowing soft look only reserved for her. She had missed how he looked at her. He had just missed her.

He knits his eyebrows together in concern. "Hey, you okay?" Six softly whispers with that tone he only uses for her.

Her lips faintly form into a wider smile and she leans closer to his face. "I will be, Court." she barely says, only him being able to hear it. But he heard it.

He wishes he could smile if his girl wasn't actively bleeding out and almost dying if she doesn't heal soon. He wished this was a different circumstance. He's always wanted that with her, always thought of it. A different reality, a different time, a perfect place. They deserve that.

Lloyd frowns instead, glancing at the nurses just standing there. "What the fuck are waiting for? Call the doctors. Go!" He orders them and they do as they're told, running to the elevator.

After the penthouse is almost empty — considering the three unconscious bodies on the floor but they're ignoring them. They're irrelevant to this moment now. Their moment.

Lloyd calmly walks to her and she turns his head to him. His face is almost apologetic like he just did the most heinous crime to her. He just left her for a second. She's not blaming him. She doesn't expect them to stay with her for the whole day and not eat or even drink.

He lets his hand brush her hair away from her face. "We didn't know that you'd be awake so soon. We shouldn't have left you to these idiots. I'm sorry." Lloyd actually genuinely apologizes to her.

She nods, giving him a crooked, tired smile. "It's okay. I'm just glad that you're—" Her words slowly cut off as she faints in Six's arms. She's lost too much blood and used her energy while she was still weak.

Six and Lloyd immediately looked up at each other in sync. Their slight happiness was fading quickly as their mind spirals into fear and doubt. She just woke up and she's back into a potential coma again. They shouldn't have left her for a damn second. If only they were here when she woke up, this would've never happened. She would've been able to heal properly.

"Fuck, bring her back to the room." Lloyd softly demands him as Six simply nods, slowly turning around with her body in his arms.

Six makes sure to be as gentle as possible while walking over the unconscious bodies on their floor. He's a little proud of her.

***

It was all starting to get better after her body had finally fully healed itself and she woke up again.

They had given her some meds through her new IV that might've boosted her body's immunity within the span of a few minutes. All her wounds are completely squeaky clean without a single scratch and the pain is gone for her.

Though, she does still have a lot of blood from earlier. It never cleans magically.

There are a few doctors and nurses hovering over her at each side while she slowly regains consciousness. She felt cramped and suffocated with so many people staring at her, practically gawking curiously.

But among all of the people in the room, she was only searching for Lloyd and Six. She wanted to see them right away. She needs them.

Six was the first to appear as he walked past the crowd before Lloyd followed him. They stood together and took a quick glance at her. She was so glad and relieved. She could finally breathe at the sight of them.

Lloyd looked back at them. "Alright, now that she's all healed up, I think it's safe to say that you can all go back. I'll send the chopper here after this." he announced to everyone and they all agreed before leaving the room.

The door closed behind the last person from outside. Six looks down at her and his lips slowly turn into a small, relaxed smile. He's so glad to see her like this, alive and well. His hand comes up to rest on her cheek and she leans into his touch like always. She had missed his touch. She knows it's only been a few minutes after their little reunion, but they didn't exactly get a proper one earlier. They don't say anything to each other now, but their eyes are already communicating. They're both just as glad to see each other.

"What time is it now?" Elle softly asks them. The only thing she manages to say. The fucking time.

Lloyd frowns confusedly at her, tilting his head to the side. He blinks at her like he's offended and he scoffs gently. "Seriously? We just got you back, Elle. We've been through hell for the past twelve hours, racing to bring you back from the dead. You weren't healing after the surgery and we almost thought that you'd be in a long term coma or some shit. We were fucking scared. I was scared." he bluntly confesses to her, not caring about anything anymore.

Even Six is surprised. He knew how much she meant to him, but he never took him as someone to confess his feelings out loud. He'd sometimes talk bullshit about it because he never actually admits his actual feelings. This was different. This was real. He could see it.

She widens her eyes at him and her face drops into sympathy. "I didn't know you'd felt that way. About me. Guess it only takes an almost death situation for you to realize everything." she softly says, giving him a tired smile.

He shakes his head. "Don't joke about that. I mean it." Lloyd warns.

She continues to smile at him. "Okay, okay. I wasn't technically joking. But, thank you. For saving my life. I mean it." Elle thanks him, attempting to reach out to his hand.

He hesitates first then looks down at her hand before delicately holding it. "I did in a fucking heartbeat. We weren't just going to let you die there." Lloyd tells her.

She nods without hesitation. "I know." she quietly murmurs, glancing between both of them. "Okay, how soon can I get out of this miserable death bed?"

Six quietly chuckles, his thumb caresses her cheek before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She looks up at him with a smile. Lloyd scoffs gently, relieved that she's already back to herself.

"Now. Do you need anything?" Lloyd immediately asks.

She hums, meeting his eyes. "Yeah. A shower and a lot of food. Also, for the place to be just us. I could hear too many footsteps and whispers." she requests.

He nods right away, giving a quick kiss on her hand before releasing it. "I'll arrange all that. Six, help her walk to her room. I'll be back." Lloyd tells him while walking away from them and exiting the room.

Elle stares up at Six. "I’ve missed you." she finally admits.

Six chuckles quietly. "Me too. Wanna get out of here?" he asks her directly.

She nods. "Carry me." she softly says.

"Always." Six instantly replies.

He's already grabbing her arms gently to place them around his neck before slowly lifting her entire body from the bed like she weighs nothing. She looks into his eyes, resting her head onto his chest.

"Thank you," she softly whispers as he brings her out of the room, carrying her as tenderly as possible.

***

The sun was already setting when she got out of her bathroom after her long shower with clean clothes.

She saw her body in the shower earlier with absolutely no scars left. Though, there was still pain when she pressed her fingers onto the previous wounds that were no longer there.

Her body was still healing slowly. She needs more time to recover. Mentally and physically.

Six had been waiting for her in her room, quietly sitting down at the couch in front of her bed. He had nothing to do, so he'd been watching the news on her TV about the incident last night. They were saying that it was just some thugs that wanted to rob the hospital for drugs. The media knows nothing. Either they don't know what actually happened or they're just trying to hide all of it.

But he couldn't care less about all that and the politics of it. He only cared about one thing at this very moment. Her, alive and standing right in front of him. She's put on some shorts and her usual pink shirt that she always wears here. Her hair is still wet from her shower. Her face is moistened and glowing after her daily skincare.

Elle slowly walks to him with a smile on her lips as he quietly watches her every moment. "You know, we could always watch something more entertaining. Like, tv shows? Reality tv shows? Ooh or some comedy show?" she remarks.

Six lets out a soft chuckle. "I just wanted to see what they have to say." he says in a low voice.

She scoffs. "Well, it's horseshit right? They know what actually happened but they're hiding it because it's bad press for the local police that they let some thugs escape from their prison. So they feed false information to everyone else in the city. Tell them what they want to hear instead." she easily and casually explains like it's an everyday thing for her.

He's stunned by how detailed her explanation was and she said all that in a second. He's glad to see her back on her feet and back to being herself.

Six simply nods, understanding every single word that she just said. He scoots over from the seat and pats the empty space next to him for her. She goes to sit beside him with a small smile still lingering on her lips. Leaning onto him, he puts his arm around her shoulder as she settled comfortably against him.

"So, I heard Lloyd's cooking." Six informs her, trying to hide the smile off of his lips.

She immediately grimaces. "Uh-oh. I hope the kitchen will still be in good shape after this." she jokes but not really.

He snickers gently. "Yeah, he wanted to make a nice, romantic gesture for you." he seriously tells her.

She snorts in disbelief. "What? Really? Lloyd, being romantic? That's impossible." she says, skeptically.

He shrugs lightly. "Well, guess you changed him. You did the impossible." Six murmurs before slowly meeting her eyes.

Elle looks up at him with her innocent, curious eyes. "Did I change you?" she asks in a soft whisper.

He nods slowly. "You did." Six simply responds, without any hesitation.

Her smile widens, her eyes in awe at him. "Court," she whispers before lifting herself to press her lips against his and kisses him tenderly. He kisses her as slowly as ever, savoring the taste of her lips like he hasn't kissed her in ages.

Court lets his free hand cup her jaw, his fingers stroking her skin. "I love that. When you say my real name." he mumbles against her lips.

Her lips stretched into a smile against his mouth. "Yeah? I'll say it more often, then. I'll say it whenever you want." she murmurs.

He shakes his head. "Don't tell Lloyd. Not yet. It'll be kind-of like… our thing." he mutters against her mouth.

She pulls away from his lips, resting her hands on his chest as she smiles again. "Of course. It's precious, you know. Me being the only one who knows your actual name." she states.

"You are precious, Elle." Six tells her in a serious tone.

She giggles softly and he wishes he could bottle up all of her pretty sounds, or have it ingrained forever in his brain. He never wants to forget her. He always wants to remember her. Just like this. Full of life, bubbly and gracious. The only good thing in his life. The only one who takes care of him and knows him for who he really is.

"Should we check on Lloyd if he's burned our kitchen yet?" Elle jokingly asks.

He nods. "Absolutely. Wouldn't want that." Court agrees with her with a small smile on the corner of his lips.

***

Lloyd ended up ordering a bunch of take outs from four different restaurants.

He did cook, though. But he isn't confident enough that it'd be as good as he thought it would. He followed a recipe on the internet. But he doesn't trust that shit.

He used to cook for himself back when he was living alone in one of his fancy flats in Monaco or France or Italy. It never was perfect but he didn't have anyone else to judge it. He only ate it for himself.

That's part of the reason why he secretly enjoys living with Elle and Six. He doesn't have to be so alone anymore. It was pathetic. He got that huge place to stay and a lot of money to spend, but he had no one to share it with. Now, he has.

"It smells amazing!" Elle compliments as she and Six carefully walk into the kitchen.

Lloyd's serious expression quickly turned into a softened gaze for her as he turns his head to her. "Yep. There's some take outs laid out on the table already. All of your favorites." he casually tells her.

Her lips tug into a warm smile while she steps closer to him and wraps her arm around his shoulder, on her tiptoes. She looks up at him before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"That's sweet of you. You've done a lot for me already." she remarks while Six stands behind them, watching them quietly. He enjoys this. Just observing their little happy moments.

Lloyd looks down at her with a relaxed face. "There isn't a single fucking thing I won't do for you. I'd bring you back from the dead a billion times over. I'd dig you out from the grave myself. And if you're still dead, well then, I'll sacrifice myself for you." he swears with his life, even though he was joking in the end. He'd do everything in his power to keep her alive over and over again. Even if it would take his own life doing so.

Elle laughs softly. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Hansen. Also, if I was really dead, don't try to do anything. I'll accept my fate anyhow." she lightly says.

He grimaces at the thought and frowns. "Fuck off, no. I'm not letting you fucking die. Ever. Not on some stupid CIA mission." Lloyd sternly states.

She sighs, defeated. "Okay, fine. Well then I'm also doing the same for you. Whatever you say won't matter." she says stubbornly.

Six lets out a small laugh from behind before approaching them. "What about me?" he jokingly asks.

She looks over to him. "You too. Both of you. I'd bring you back from the dead any day. I won't give up until I know you're alive."

"Good. Being alive is good. I'd like to stay alive for now." Six murmurs softly, tucking a strand of hair under her ear.

Back then, almost two decades ago, he didn't. He knew taking the choice of killing for the CIA would have so many risks everyday. He was willing to take that risk because he was willing to die for it, he didn't care what happened to him. He had nothing to lose. Now, he has.

Elle steps away from them. "Alright. I'm gonna go eat because I am starving like crazy." she admits as they both chuckle at her.

***

She ate all the food like she hadn't eaten for decades.

It took a lot of energy from her body earlier and she was extremely weak, too. She had no sort of fuel except for the IV. She had only relied on her body's immunity and strength.

It kind-of worries her how her outer wounds have healed but her inner ones haven't. She could still feel the slight pain and discomfort every time she moved the muscles in her stomach too much. It feels as if she had a normal body and just had surgery like a normal person and now is trying to recover from the scar.

It's stupid, actually. She's always wanted to feel normal pain like a normal person would've and now here she is. Well, almost. This isn't exactly the real pain she's feeling. She's just feeling the reduced pain of it. Yet, it still feels as painful as ever.

She just needs to be careful about this. She's sure she'll heal before she has to tell them.

"Do you want more food? I could still order it in time before it closes." Lloyd genuinely asks her, seeing as she's just ate everything including his food that he made.

She left some for them, of course. But they didn't eat much since they already had their late lunch a few hours ago.

She glances at him before wiping food at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. "No, I'm good. I'm full. Actually, if you guys don't mind, I'd like to sleep early tonight." Elle announces with an unsure tone.

Lloyd and Six exchange confused and hesitant looks. She's never slept early before because she hated that — claiming that sleeping early made her feel like a grandma. She's always liked to make use of her time at night. Either that was reading, watching movies, listening to music on her headphones or spending time with them. They had thought she was already herself earlier but they were clearly wrong. They knew something would change in her because of what happened, and they're seeing it now.

Something is off with her and they've just noticed it now. They could just see it in her eyes and hear it in her tone. She's lying about wanting to sleep earlier. She's never lied before.

"Are you sure you're okay? That you're all healed up?" Lloyd asks her, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

She frowns at him, leaning back onto her seat. "Of course I am. You saw it. All my wounds are healed." She lies to them, again.

Six turns his body to her and leans closer. "Elle, it's okay if you're not okay yet. You went through hell and back. You're not always required to be okay." he assures her.

Elle looks at him as her expression suddenly drops into a saddened look. "I know. But, I kinda am. I'm the weapon, right? I always heal and I'm invincible. Pain isn't supposed to happen to me. Not like this." she admits, her voice cracks at the end of her last sentence.

Lloyd frowns before realizing what's happening to her. "You're still feeling pain? Why didn't you tell us before?" he directly asks her, not wasting any time.

She turns to him with an exhausted look. Her face looks numb, like she's trying her best to numb all the pain she's feeling now.

"I'm sure I'll be all healed up tomorrow. Don't worry about me." She tried to assure them, with a hesitant tone and a crooked smile.

She was smarter than this. She could've lied better, to make it more believable. But she wasn't… isn't herself now. She went through hell and back and once she was all healed, everyone just expected her to be okay again like usual, like every other mission where she gets hurt. Because she's invincible and nothing can truly hurt her — not true. She knows she can't go back from this anymore. It's too late.

Lloyd shakes his head in disbelief. "No. I'm not accepting that. Just let us help you—"

A sudden sound of loud gunshot rings through her ears painfully and she flinches from her seat, instinctively covering her ears with her hands. She widened her eyes in fear, not wanting to see what's happening. She's so scared that she'd thought it would all happen again.

Six and Lloyd immediately snapped their heads because of the sound, rising from their seats. Though, for them, it sounds normal in their ears. They've heard it almost everyday. And their ears aren't as sensitive as hers.

"What the fuck was that?" Lloyd asks him, walking towards Six as they stand between her. They guess it's their elephant in the basement and something happened with the agents. But they're not going to say that out loud.

She's still on her seat, frozen. Not being able to move or even react or talk. Her lips shake in fear as her eyes slowly form into tears. Her hands are still covering her ears as hard as possible to muffle the sounds but it's no use.

Six looks down at her instead. His face drops into concern and sympathy. For the first time in his life, he feels pity and fear at the same time and he can't do anything about it. He's helpless.

"Elle," he tries but he knows he won't be able to help her. Nothing can make her feel better anymore. She can't come back from this life. Violence. Murder. It's inescapable. He would know. He went through it all at such a young age.

Removing her hands from her ears, she finally stares up at him with wet, glassy eyes through her lashes. A tear rolls down her cheek. Her wide, beautiful eyes meet his and for a split second, for a mere moment, he lets himself admire her beauty. She's too fucking pretty for this. She doesn't deserve to cry like this. She's too perfect for all of it. There's no amount of apology in the world that would bring her back to her normal self.

But then, her sadness quickly turned into rage. He saw the shift in her eyes. "Who are you keeping in the basement?" she bitterly asks him. She didn't just heard the gunshot, but she also heard a person down there.

Six looks at her confused, even though he knows what she's actually talking about. He stays quiet instead.

Lloyd stammers. "Uh… well, we… okay, I don't know what's happening there but it's not entirely on me. I didn't order them to kill him. I swear." he hesitantly responds.

She turns to him with a scowl. "Was it one of the guys from the hospital? The one who shot me?" she quickly asks, finally using her smart brain to connect the dots.

He shakes his head. "No, the ones who shot you are already—" he stops himself before saying the actual word but she gestures for him to continue.

Lloyd frowns confusedly, hesitating. "Well, they're dead. Six killed them there. The agents caught the guy holding the hostages and took him here. I mean, it was chaos when we brought you here so we didn't really have the time to—"

She nods, surprising both men. "No, it's fine. You don't have to justify it or whatever. I get it. Well, if he isn't already dead by now, then I want him dead." Elle declares what she wants, her tone is stern and her accent slips into something foreign at the end.

He and Six quickly look at each other, exchanging confused and worried looks. She's never said anything like this before, let alone think about wanting someone dead. More than two weeks ago, she was a mess when she found out what Lloyd had done for her, the whole bloodbath. This wasn't like her at all. But, her eyes are assuring them that this is exactly what she wants. She is so different now. It's scary.

Six looks at her before kneeling down onto his knees in front of her, his arms resting on each side of her chair. Her eyes dart down to him and she's still looking at him with the same ruthless and tired look she gave Lloyd.

"Are you sure you want that?" Court softly asks her in that soothing voice she loves.

She gulps and for a second, her gaze softens at the sight of him like this, on his knees just for her. Nodding her head, she glances at both of them.

"I just want this to end. I don't want a rotting alive body in our fucking basement. He's not worth the headache for us. I just want to move on, okay?" Elle clarifies in a serious tone, not letting a single crack in her voice.

They both stayed silent for a moment, contemplating on it seriously. She does make a point, though. The poor fuck isn't even talking and he won't ever. So it's pointless keeping him in the basement.

"I'll order the agents to do it." Lloyd tells her after a long pause.

She shakes her head. "No. I want to do it. It's not like I haven't killed anyone before." she firmly tells them in a demanding tone she's never used before.

They won't ever refuse her request or demand — they'd do anything she asks of them. But, she's never wanted something like this before. Lloyd looks at Six for approval and he subtly nods at him. This is what she wants. Maybe this way, she'll feel better after all this. It'll all be okay again, they think.

He sighs exasperatingly. "Okay, alright, fine. Let's go." Lloyd eventually agrees as she immediately gets up from her seat way too carelessly and she trips over her feet.

Six instinctively catches her before she completely falls, with both of his hands on her arms. "Hey, careful." he murmurs.

Elle glances at him up-close and nods. Lloyd starts to walk past them as they follow from behind.

***

The basement reeked of blood and gunpowder, which felt familiar to her nose. It twisted something in her stomach.

She needed to be strong for this. No time for her trauma. She could get past this, she'd been through way too much trauma already. She's not new to it anymore. She's used to it.

Lloyd guided them down the stairs to the basement before she finally saw the guy strapped onto the chair, all beaten up and looking like on the brink of death. His face is filled with blood and bruises that she can't even see his face at all. There's a bullet wound on his thigh that has blood spurting out of it. All of his fingernails are gone, shattered somewhere on the floor. All of his fingers are already crooked and broken.

She'd never seen someone tortured so badly like this. It was a damn sight. But, she didn't flinch or gasp for a second. Instead, she slowly walked over to him. Six wanted to stop her from getting too close but he stopped himself doing so. He's reminding himself that this is what she wants even though he's always wanted to avoid her from all this.

"Hey, don't use your bare hands for this. Here," Lloyd softly tells her, handing her a pocket knife from his pocket.

She grimaces, holding the knife like it's some weird object. "Do you just carry this all around?" she asks him.

He frowns. "No. I usually carry a gun. But I'm not going to have you use a gun now. Not after what happened." Lloyd clarifies.

She hesitantly nods. "Yeah, okay." she softly says before gripping the knife correctly and aiming it onto the man.

The man is barely moving and breathing. He can't even properly see her through all the bruises and cuts on his face. She could hear his weak heartbeat and it's only a matter of time that he'd die on his own. She's just trying to end his suffering. It's a good deed, actually. If he was released, he would've been killed by his boss anyway. Probably way worse than what she'd do now.

She lunges the knife forward, grimacing in disgust but before it even hits the man's heart, she drops the knife onto the floor making a loud clattering noise. She just couldn't do it. She steps backward and bumps into Lloyd's chest as she immediately turns around, looking up at him with wide, distressed eyes.

She looks like she's about to cry again. He doesn't know what to do with her. He's not sure he'll be able to comfort her like she wants him to.

Wordlessly, she buries her head against his chest as she sobs quietly, smelling his strong signature perfume on his thick shirt. His hands hesitantly hover around her for a second. Finally, he rests one of his hands on her head and his other hand wraps around her back. It's sort-of awkward for him since he's never hugged anyone before in his whole life. He's done all sorts of physical things with someone except for a hug.

She's so relieved that he's holding her like this when she needs him the most. Her hands slowly wrap around his waist and she hugs him tighter. "I can't do it. Please, kill him," she begs him, her voice muffled against his chest.

Lloyd lightly nods against her and moves her away a few inches apart before his eyes glances at Six, who's already standing beside the man strapped to the chair. They both exchange agreeing looks. He quietly picks up the pocket knife from the floor and without hesitation, he slits the man's throat from behind with a smooth line. He doesn't make a single sound. Heavy amount of blood spills all over his body. Six keeps his hands clean and away from all the blood. He usually doesn't mind it, but this time it's different.

Six immediately walks to them, shoving the knife inside his pocket before he places a hand on her back. "Hey, come on. Let's get out of here." he tells them softly.

She knows the man's already dead. She heard his heartbeat stop. She's glad it's over now, at least.

***

They've finally got her to relax.

She's cozily laying down on the couch, leaning her head against Six's chest while her legs rests on Lloyd's thighs as he's carefully massaging her legs.

She's watching a movie. A stupid rom-com. The guys both hate every minute of it. But at least, it's getting her to laugh a little.

Because after all the violence she's just witnessed today, she deserves something to cheer up again.

"Hey, would you like some popcorn? Or ice cream, your favorite flavor?" Lloyd softly offers her.

Elle slowly turns her head to him, ignoring the movie for a second. "No, I'm good. I'm not hungry anymore." she replies.

He frowns. "Oh. Okay." he simply says, not wanting to urge her on why that is because he knows the answer already. She's still sick after seeing all that.

Lloyd pulls her legs to stretch longer while his fingers gently massage them. "So, I've got some news." he announces as Six and her look over to him curiously. "A few new field agents are going to arrive tomorrow. More trained and much more experience. I'm also flying out some extra security for us. They're trusted mercenaries. And for all that, I bought one whole floor below us."

"You're still going to keep the previous ones? The assholes?" she asks, calmly.

He nods. "Yeah. As much as I hate it, yeah. They're good in the field regardless and I do believe that we need as many agents as we can get. But, I won't let them anywhere near you anymore. They don't fucking respect you." Lloyd sharply states, defending her.

"They don't listen to me. They only listen to you and Six." Elle tells him as a matter of fact.

He tips his head. "Well, then they should start listening to you. You're the weapon. The most valuable asset in the entire fucking CIA." he declares.

She scoffs gently, chuckling. "Don't say it that way. Like I'm all that. I haven't even officially joined the CIA yet. I've only ever done missions for my own city. I'm just a foreign asset."

Lloyd rolls his eyes playfully. "Do you have any idea how powerful you are? How much Denny values you so much that he'd be willing to do anything for you just like we do? You have all of us wrapped around your little finger, honey. And that's a good thing. Dangerous, but good." he casually tells her even though she wasn't supposed to know. Six simply nods, agreeing with him.

It's true. She has had no clue about it until now. Denny likes her and that's rare — he hates all his assets. She obeys every single order and never asks too many questions. She does all the missions perfectly, never has disappointed him and she's really damn smart for her age. She's his best asset and he's proud that he assigned this mission to Lloyd and Six in the first place.

She furrows her brows. "Wait, really? But he doesn't even talk to me."

"It doesn't matter. He sees so much potential in you. You know, we both went to college together and are practically fucking inseparable ever since. I've never seen him so fixated on something before. You're special." Lloyd points out, genuinely.

She groans, rolling her eyes. "I've heard that way too many times." Elle grumbles, throwing her head back against Six's chest as he chuckles softly and their eyes meet.

Six touches her cheek, leaning down onto her lips as he gently kisses her upside down. She giggles against his mouth before they both pull away slowly. Her cheeks blushed at his sudden action. Their eyes continue to stare at each other in silence.

Lloyd grimaces. "Why do you guys always kiss in unnecessary situations?" he asks them.

Her lips curve into a warm smile. "Because we like it. It's a show of affection and comfort. And I know you don't like all that so—"

He cuts her off by abruptly pulling her by her hands and connecting his lips against hers in an awkward position. Six helps her sit up, holding her lower back with both of his hands while he watches them.

She breaks the kiss, frowning. "You could've just said so if you wanted to kiss me too, you know."

Lloyd looks down at her, amused as a smirk forms on his lips. She hates that smug asshole smirk of his but she can't deny that it makes him look even sexier all the time. It highlights his whole perfect face and that sharp jaw of his. And his fucking trash stache. She doesn't fully hate it, but it makes him look even more like an asshole than he already is.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" he teases as she suppresses a smile on her lips, shaking her head.

She lightly throws her weight against Six again and leans back onto him. His arms wrap around her shoulder as her eyes stay on Lloyd's, now quietly staring at each other. She looks away for a second to look at the night view behind him. The city lights luminate on them. The traffic seems to diminish. It's seemingly quiet for a Saturday night. The people must've rather stayed at home after the whole hostage situation at the hospital.

Then, her mind drifts on everything that has happened and she can't stop thinking about it. She won't. She'd remember it for ages.

In the deepest part of her heart, she wishes and hopes that this doesn't happen ever again. She can't go through that same pain anymore and the same chaos which forced her to become something else. But, she's not stupid. She knew that one day, someday, something like this would happen. She almost predicted it. She just wished that after all of this is done, she'll still be herself and she could still hope for a better life somewhere.

She sits up from Six and stretches her arms. Her eyes glance between them. "So, I'm gonna go to bed. It's late and I'm tired. But, can I not sleep alone tonight?"

Lloyd nods. "Sure. You can sleep with me. Or Six. You know, doesn't really matter. Anything works for me. You can choose whoever." he ends up rambling because he didn't want to seem forceful.

Elle chuckles softly before crawling into his lap. Her hands wrap around his neck and she smiles up at him. "Honestly, I'll feel way safer sleeping with both of you. In my room." she tells the truth.

Six regards her with a soften look, reminding himself how grateful he is that she's alive. He's more relaxed now than ever, despite just killing a man down in the basement, a few hours ago. He's always separated himself from all the murder. He kills and kills but then he goes back to being his normal self. He's not himself when he's doing his job. And that's a good thing. He's still capable of being a normal person. He hasn't completely lost it yet.

Mostly though, she helps him through all this. She keeps him going. Just by her existing and being with him. Alive and happy. He's really just glad to be here.

"Your bed's a little small. No offense." Lloyd points out as he squints his eyes and slides his hands to casually rest on her ass.

She rolls her eyes, shifting her weight against his lap and he has to bite back a groan. "Really? I thought we'd all fit just fine. You know, with what he did, two weeks ago?" She reminds him and he's gone speechless.

Six laughs softly and she turns her head to him. "She's right." he mutters.

Lloyd whips his head to him and frowns. "Seriously? You always take her side." he accuses.

"Well, because she's always right." Six plainly argues.

"Not always." he grumbles, knowing damn well she is but he's not going down without an argument.

He shakes his head. "Yes, always, Lloyd. Just accept the fact and move on. She's getting sleepy." Six points out, always noticing the small tiny details of her.

Her sleepy eyes turn to him and she smiles faintly. "You know me so well." she mumbles.

He nods. "Get ready for bed. We will too."

"Okay," she agrees, climbing off of Lloyd's lap but he grabs her arm gently to stop her halfway.

His eyebrows knit in concern and his eyes search her face. "Hey, are you still in pain?" Lloyd asks, just remembering what she had said during dinner.

She casually looks at him and shakes her head. "Not really anymore, no. I'll be so much better tomorrow." she assures him.

He nodded in relief. "Great. Just making sure. Or you know, for when—"

She cuts him off with a loud, hearty laugh. "Or for when you get a hard-on for me while sleeping next to me? Yeah, Lloyd, I'm all healed up for that." she fucks with him. But it is true. She is healed for that.

Six leans comfortably against the couch. He laughs softly with her and tucks her hair under her ear, silently agreeing with her. He knows Lloyd as much as she does. Maybe too well.

Lloyd's lips stretch into an easy smile for her, shaking his head. "I didn't exactly say that, honey. You did." he denies it, knowing damn well he was thinking exactly that. He always gets a hard-on for her, no matter what the situation is. She has too much of an effect on him.

This time, she actually notices the sweet pet name he's been giving her.

She smiles wider and frowns. "Honey? You've called me that two times now. That's a little more affectionate than your usual. Careful, Hansen, you're getting too soft on me." Elle teases, leaning down onto him as her index finger presses his heart.

He leans back and smiles again. "Maybe. But maybe, you're also starting to like it." Lloyd teases her back and he's right.

She laughs again, leaning close to his face and taps his nose. "Yeah, maybe. We're both changing, Lloyd. All of us, actually." she murmurs softly before shifting her eyes towards Six.

He agrees with her. Lloyd, too. They won't admit that out loud though. They weren't even aware that change was possible for people in their line of work, where violence has always followed them, no matter what. In truth, they never wanted to change who they were before her because it made them better at their job. But now, it's all different and she's worth changing for.

She's worth everything to them.

***

After her daily skincare routine, she wore her favorite pajama set. It's a pink, matching tank top with shorts. It's her comfiest one.

She turned all the lights off in the penthouse already. She does it almost every night. She likes it dark better, anyway. It doesn't blind her eyes in the middle of the night.

Her room is also dark with a little light from her small lamp and the TV playing some reality tv show. Most of the time, she keeps it on while she sleeps so she can't hear any other noises from outside. It's comforting for her.

She slides into her bed and her thick blanket, tugging herself in at the middle. Her head sits up on her pillow while waiting for them.

She tries to pay attention to whatever reality show is on. It's about dating stuff. People from different countries and ages meet. Too much drama for her liking.

She rolls her eyes at the show and rolls over to the side, facing the door from a far distance. Her eyes begin to betray her as she gets sleepier every second she waits.

But, just as she was about to fall asleep accidentally, she finally hears their exact footsteps approaching her room at the same time. The door gently and carefully opens quietly. She barely even hears it.

Six is the one to first enter the room, stepping aside for Lloyd to come in as well before he closes the door behind him. They both slowly walk to her while she watches their every moment.

She places her hand behind her pillow as her lips faintly smile. "Hey, I've been waiting for you. Was just about to fall asleep." she whispers weakly.

Six gives her a quick smile before going around to the other side of her bed. He's usually behind her because she likes to be the little spoon. She likes to be cuddled like this. But that's not the only reason. Sometimes, when they're in the mood for it, it'd be easier to just put it in while they fall asleep. She likes to be fucked to sleep. It's her form of comfort. Which is fucked up, but it does help her sleep.

He slowly gets onto the bed with her, pulling her blanket a little to fit himself in too. His hand wraps around her torso and the other rests under his pillow. He pulls her in closer until her body pressed against his without leaving any space or barrier. It's how they always sleep.

Lloyd sits on her bed first before laying down right beside her, awkwardly. This is sort-of the first time they've intimately slept together on a bed since yesterday was a bit of a blur for him. She came into his room when he was half asleep so he barely remembers anything. But, there was also that one time around four weeks ago, when they had to share her bed together in her house. Except, that was different since that wasn't because they wanted to. It was forced.

They're doing this now because they actually want it.

She frowns at the huge space between them. "Come closer, Lloyd. You're acting like we've never touched each other or anything." she complains.

He scoffs lightly. "Fine." Lloyd mutters, scotting closer to her but when he stops, it's still not close enough because they're barely touching.

She groans softly before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to her until his body bumped against her side. She smiles up at him and he just accepts his fate.

"Not much oxygen here." Lloyd grumbles but she just ignores him.

His eyes drift to her TV that's still playing the reality show and he's been wondering what it was ever since he came in here. "What the fuck are you watching?" he asks.

She looks over to it and laughs softly. "I'm not even watching it. But it's either this or the shitty news or the horror movies."

Lloyd frowns, turning to her again. "Do you even need to keep it on? You could just turn it off like everyone else's does." he suggests.

She hums in response. "Yes, I do. It blocks out the outside sounds while I'm sleeping. It calms me better." she tells him.

"Oh. Okay, then we'll keep it on. For you. Even though both of us do prefer sleeping in silence." Lloyd softly says, based on what they do for a living, silence is so much better for sleeping. Violence is loud and they're used to waking up because of it.

"It's fine with me." Six plainly adds.

"Does she usually keep it on with you, Six?" Lloyd asks him, his eyes meeting his.

He nods. "She does. Every night. I'm already starting to get used to it." Six respond.

She involuntarily yawns softly. "Sorry, guys. I'm extremely sleepy and tired. I'm gonna sleep. You guys can continue to talk if you want. It's a way better noise to fall asleep on rather than that stupid show." she weakly murmurs.

Six kisses her temple before she shifts a little to get more comfortable and leans back against him.

"Good night," she whispers and she's really close to saying his real name but she doesn't. She wants to keep it as their special thing.

"Night." he whispers in her ear, his fingers tracing her arm to comfort her more.

Lloyd leans down onto her, brushing her hair aside from her face and tucking it behind her ear. "Get a lot of sleep. Sleep in if you want. It's Sunday tomorrow." he softly tells her.

She nods, looking up at him with her heavy eyelids. "Thank you. For saving me. Lloyd…" She trails off gently before her eyes start to finally close and she drifts to sleep.

Six and Lloyd both glance quickly at each other, continuing to stay silent for a few minutes. They carefully look down at her after hearing her soft snores. It's cute when she does this. Six likes hearing her snores when they sleep together.

"Yeah, she's asleep." Lloyd confirms, as quietly as possible.

Six nods, glancing at him. "So, what'd you do with the body? Not many options here considering we're in a crowded city." he softly whispers.

He looked at him, relaxed. "Oh, I asked the agents to get rid of it. They chopped the body into small pieces and burned it. I was going to just dump it somewhere. The local police, perhaps. You know, because it was their fault he escaped in the first place." he explains, so casually like it didn't even matter.

Well, it didn't. He never thinks his victims or his targets matter. They're just a tiny mark in his life. Bound to get rid of and killed. He looks down on them. He does that because they're horrible people, way worse than him. They don't deserve to live.

"But, she wouldn't have liked that." Six finishes his sentence for him. He knew him too well.

He nods. "Yes. Exactly. By the way, I haven't told you this yet. I don't know if it's true but it probably is. I think… Denny has a crush on her. See, I would know that. I've known him since forever and he never once called a girl he's never met special. I wouldn't blame him. He's right." Lloyd shares his thoughts and feelings. He's practically gossiping now.

Six grimaces a little. "That's a little weird. He's her boss." he mumbles.

"Well, yeah, I know that. Don't worry, I'm not gonna let him know that we're, you know, with her." he tells her.

He nods. "Good. Maybe, we should sort-of avoid her from him? It's a little off that he likes her. She's too pure for him." Six suggests to him.

Lloyd furrows his brows. "And she's not too pure for us?"

"Not really. But Denny's worse than us." Six states, as a matter of fact. He knew how bad his boss was.

Even though that's his only true friend, Lloyd doesn't deny it. He agrees with him. He is worse than both of them combined. He might not be the one on the field, but he's the one orchestrating everything behind his desk. He's behind every single thing that goes down in the CIA. He has no more remorse anymore. Not like Lloyd and Six. They still have some of it, at least.

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway, nothing would happen because he's not here." Lloyd assures him in an assuring tone.

Six looks at him for assurance and it's all there on his face. He knows he'd always protect her from anything or someone. It's not only that, though. He doesn't want to share her with anyone else. He can't. He'd kill anyone who'd dare to even think about touching her. He only wants her for himself. Just like this. Pure and precious.

She's not just a pretty little thing for him to fuck and take care of, she's his partner. In everything. He never thought of having a partner because the idea of it made him disgusted. To have someone by his side in every single situation, share a home with them, share a bed, share food, share his ideas, share his own personal space. He used to hate it with all his heart and now he finds himself wanting all that with her.

It's almost the same with Six. He never wanted a partner because he preferred to be alone. He lived and worked alone better. Less obstacles and complications. He liked to be quiet more because he never trusted anyone enough to talk about what he's thinking and feeling. But all of that changed when he met her.

She's precious in so many ways that they'd be willing to bend their own rules for her.

***

The next morning it dawned and it wasn't very sunny as usual. The rain poured violently and heavily. It was the first time in months.

The lightning struck and rumbled loudly every minute, waking up the whole city. It's still very early.

Lloyd snuck out of bed early to start briefing their new team of agents and security. Six stayed in bed with her.

She wanted to sleep in. She wished she could. But with all the nightmares she kept having, it was nearly impossible.

Every nightmare was the same. She was stuck in that hospital, getting shot at as many times as she remembered. She was floating in her own pool of blood, helpless and paralyzed. She felt every single pain of it. She was stuck in a loop the whole time. She couldn't wake up from it.

Not until the loud sound of the lightning, that is. Which she's secretly grateful for.

She flinches and startles from the sound, finally waking up from her nightmare. She opens her eyes to see that she's back home again. She's alive. And she's with Six, sleeping beside her. He's already woken up after he heard her.

Six sweetly shushes her, shifting to lay on his back as he places his arm around her. Her head uses his chest as a pillow and buries her face on his shirt. She just wants to lay like this but not go back to sleep.

"Go back to sleep. Sleep in." he whispers, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Why don't you ever sleep in too?" she sleepily mumbles, her eyes still half-open.

He chuckles softly. "My body can't sleep long. It knows I have to be on alert every time." Six truthfully tells her, gently as possible because she just woke up.

She hums weakly. "Well, just sleep. You don't have to be on alert here." she murmurs.

Six faintly smiles. "Yeah, no can do. You just sleep and I'll stay here. Promise won't move a single muscle to not wake you."

Except, she can't go back to sleep even if she wanted to. The nightmares are going to definitely come back again. She doesn't want to risk that. She'd rather be here in the real world with real people. It's funny, actually, considering how one month ago, she'd always rather choose to sleep in so she could escape the real world. It wasn't a good life that she had before this.

She hums, turning her body around to him. "Not really sleepy anymore. Could we just stay here?" she asks softly.

He looks down at her and nods. "Of course. We could stay as long as you like."

Her eyes searched her room and just noticed that the other man beside her was gone. "Where's Lloyd?" she asks him.

Six frowns confusedly at first, then realizes something. "Oh, I thought you were sort-of awake when he told you he was leaving to go meet the new team."

She would've heard him if she wasn't stuck in a neverending nightmare loop.

She subtly nods, leaning her chin on his chest. "Oh. Okay. Well, I wasn't. Um, so, what's the agenda for the next few days? Do we just start going on missions again? The same ones?"

He shrugs. "That's up to you. You know that. You don't have to force yourself, though. If you want to keep going or if you want to do this differently." Six softly responds.

Elle contemplates on it, her eyes drifting away from him for a moment. She knew what he was talking about. Frying the bigger fish. The real deal. The big mission. The part where she doesn't just call the local police on them. She gets rid of them instead. Permanently. No trace. No evidence. There'll probably still be a body, but it won't ever trace back to her. She won't use her hands for it. She'll use her mind and powers. It'll be a mystery murder that the police won't be able to solve for decades.

In a way, it'll make this mission way quicker and probably less collateral, too. She wouldn't have to get hurt again like yesterday. They can't try to kill her if they're already dead. She does want to do things differently now. Better. She can't make the same mistake she kept on doing. Hesitating. Being merciful. Terrified of them. She could make things easier for her and the team if she agreed on this.

Her eyes meet him again after staring at the window. "I want to try. If I could." she whispers, almost innocently like she isn't talking about murder at all.

Six gulps, his eyes gazes openly at her and he brushes her hair away from her face. "We could try it slowly. We don't have to rush. This is your first." he gently tells her.

Her eyebrows furrow, curiously. "My first kill?" she asks.

His hand strokes her back to calm her. "Well, not exactly. It'll be your first kill for the CIA. I'm probably not supposed to warn you on this but… once this is all over, you'll start your missions in other countries, where you have to do it. You can't avoid that." Six explains, as softly as possible.

She hums, nodding. "I know. I mean, now I know. I knew the risks of agreeing to be their asset. But at least, I could still alter a few things." Elle says.

Six nods slowly, regarding her with a softened look as he smiles a little. "Yeah, you could." he whispers to her.

"What time is it now?" she asks him, her voice still sleepy.

He turns his head to her nightstand beside him, glancing quickly at the small digital clock.

Six turns his attention back to her. "7.52 am. It's still early. You could still sleep if you want. There's not much to do today."

She sighs softly, shaking her head. She's so tired of hiding the truth of what she has endured. She's done it her whole life. She has had to act like nothing's happened after suffering through the abuse from her parents. She had no one to tell. No one would've believed her. No one could've done anything about it, anyway. But she'd feel so much better if she had someone to tell. No one was ever really there for her.

Now, she does. And there's nothing that she'd say that they wouldn't believe. They trust her. With their life.

She slowly sits up from him and he looks up at her curiously, trying to figure out what she's doing. "I don't want to go back to sleep again because I had a nightmare. About yesterday. I was stuck in a sort-of loop. I just kept lying there in my own blood, unable to move or anything. I wasn't going to tell you this because I've never told anyone about the nightmares. I've had it ever since my parents started experimenting on me, then it continued after they left me, and the last one was about what I did in that lab. That's why I took those painkillers. To stop the nightmares." Elle finally told the truth about everything. It does feel a little better for her, to not repress it anymore.

He knew what she meant by her parents experimenting on her. They abused her during her whole childhood. She was just a child. Just like he was, too. His dad did it to him and his brother. Eventually, he had to do what he had to. It was either his abusive dad or his brother. He picked the latter. He doesn't regret it, he's glad he picked up that gun. He fought back and survived through it.

She didn't. She just accepted what was done to her and did nothing to fight back. Absolutely nothing. She was helpless. She didn't have the heart to hurt her parents even though they've never had a single ounce of remorse hurting her.

Six sits up from the bed too and cups her face, forcing her gently to look directly into his eyes. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to hide it. I'm here. Always." He makes a real promise he's going to keep. He might not be here for her forever but, at least for now, he is.

She slowly nods, staring up at him with those sad, pretty eyes he's already so familiar with. He hates to see her sad like this. It's like she can't even catch a break. It's another trauma after another. It just doesn't stop. And it won't stop, especially after she just decided to start killing for the agency. The worst mistake anyone could ever make. But he couldn't stop her. He doesn't want to control her. It's her decision.

Six wraps his arm around her and a small smile quirks on his lips. "What do you need now? Do you want to stay here and watch some shitty reality show while we do something else?" he suggests, joking about the last part. Just to get her to smile again.

Her eyes light up and she slowly smiles. "Something else? And what could that be, Court?" she whispers, his real name coming off from her pretty lips.

"I knew I could get you to smile again." Court murmurs softly before leaning down onto her, his other free hand cupping her cheek. His lips meet hers and he kisses her delicately and slowly. He pulls away after a second. He doesn't want to devour her entire mouth at 7 in the morning. Not after what she just confessed to him.

"When do you think Lloyd's gonna be back?" she asks him.

He shrugs. "He should be back anytime soon. He went out around 4am." Six informs her, plainly.

Her eyebrows lift in surprise. "Wow. 4am just to get them all here?"

Six nods. "Yep. Just for you." he states.

She giggles, leaning her head on his shoulder as she lightly kisses his skin, where there are huge, evident scar tissues all over. She thinks it's beautiful. It's a sign of survival. She's never gotten to keep any scar of hers. She could kiss his scars away, but she knows he won't want her to.

"You should talk more with Lloyd. You haven't been with him without me. You guys deserve a one-on-one." Six suggests, all of a sudden.

She looks up at him with a small pout. "I don't even know what to say. We're fine." Elle confirms.

His palm brushes her hair before touching her cheek gently. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just like what we've always done. We just… be together."

She'd always listen to him, no matter what.

"I know. Okay, then. I'll try." she says.

"Meanwhile, we'll just wait. We can do anything you want." he tells her.

"Let's just watch some shitty reality show, yeah." she suggests, nodding.

Six chuckles. "Sure. But I won't be paying attention." he warns her.

She hums in response, giving his lips a quick peck before grabbing the remote from her nightstand. Turning the tv back on, she clicks the button to the channels.

They continue to just lay there on bed, enjoying this nice and peaceful moment. Without any problems or interruptions. This was rare.

***

Lloyd was so fucking exhausted and frustrated.

He'd been working all morning. He hasn't even eaten or drunk anything. He didn't even get the chance to sleep back in with her.

He had to greet the new team, then guided them to their new place and briefed them on their new mission. Protecting the weapon. Helping with their mission.

Thankfully, they were all attentive and obedient towards him. They knew he was the boss around here and who was the one that called the shots. They also knew not to piss him off. He's dangerous, according to the stories they've heard.

After that all was done, he finally went his way to go back up to their penthouse.

He needed a drink. Maybe, some food too.

He wasn't sure if she and Six are already awake or not. It was too early and it's Sunday so he assumed that they're still cuddling in bed, sound asleep.

He felt a small tiny emotion of envy. He wished that he could do all that with her.

Just stay in bed with her as long as he likes without a single care in the world. Take all his time with her. Spend his day with her only and without all the missions and shit.

Of course, that was impossible. It's just a passing thought of his. A big 'what if'. An unrealistic hope. A dream.

He couldn't have her like he wanted. She's not only his. She belongs to the agency now. To the missions she's dedicated herself to. She's not fully his to take.

Lloyd stepped out of the elevator as usual, walking into their living room without even looking around. He expected them to be asleep.

Elle turned her head to him while she sat on the middle of their couch with a bowl of cereal in her hands. She'd been watching some random movie from the channels as she waited for Six to shower in his room. Though, she hasn't showered. She figured she'd do it later since it's still early. She's still in her pajamas from yesterday.

Her lips slowly tug into a wide, cheery smile. "Morning. You're back!" she exclaims as she's about to get up from the couch to hug him.

Lloyd whipped his head around to her and his entire face finally relaxed. He walked over to the couch. "Woah, careful. Don't jump on me. You're still healing, sweetheart. I don't want you hurting yourself." he seriously says.

She leans back on the couch and smiles relaxedly. "I love it when you call me that. Even when you weren't so affectionate about it back then. I still loved it." she admits.

He sits beside her and gives her a small smile. His face softens as their eyes meet closely. "Yeah, I don't just call anyone that." Lloyd calmly confesses.

She frowns, scrunching her nose. "You sure I'm the only one?" she teases.

He rolls his eyes. "Of course you are. There's no one else like you. Literally."

Elle giggles softly, leaning her arm behind the couch. "Cereal?" she offers him, pointing toward the bowl on her lap.

Lloyd grimaces, shaking his head. "I don't like that one. It's too healthy and unsweet. It has too much nuts and grains and granola and whatever the fuck is in there." he complains.

She furrows her brows. "What? I thought you liked this one. You bought a dozen of them every time you went to the shops."

He frowns. "Yeah, because you love them. I stocked our entire cupboard with this shit just for you. You hate normal cereals." Lloyd casually admits.

"Because they're way too sweet." she quickly responds while staring into his eyes in admiration and shocked. She was never expecting him to do that. It's a small tiny gesture but for someone like Lloyd, it's rare. He'd never willingly do something for someone just because he wants to. He only understands orders and threats. He doesn't do romantic gestures for even the slightest.

Lloyd leans closer to her and studies her face up and down. "You should know by now that I'd do anything for you. Don't be surprised by that, honey." he remarks.

She smiles brightly. "Call me that again."

He cups her face and tips her head up to him. His lips pressed onto hers softly, giving her a quick peck. Her soft skin brushes his harsh stache. "Honey," he murmurs against her lips.

She pulls away from him for an inch to properly look into his eyes. "I wanted to talk to you about something important." She breaks the news.

Lloyd lets out a sigh, not being able to figure out if it's something good or bad. Her face seems unreadable. She's not happy or anxious either. "What is it?" he asks her.

She turns away from him to place the bowl of cereal on their coffee table as he watches her every movement. She comes back to him, scooting closer while her soft hands find his calloused hands. Her fingers intertwine with his thick fingers before her eyes stare up at him, innocently.

Elle takes a deep breath. "I want to start getting rid of the corruptors. I have to start somewhere anyway, right? The CIA would probably assign me to these kinds of missions in the future. It's better to be experienced for it. I want to do my first with you, Lloyd. You could teach me properly. You could guide me. You could help me more." she finally tells him, a little excited but also feeling a little nervous that he'd reject her.

Lloyd pauses for a bit, processing all the information at once. He certainly wasn't expecting this at 8 in the morning. He wasn't going to force her or press her more after he told her to think about it during Friday. A lot has happened ever since. He actually thought she was just going to decline it. And he'd be fine with it. It's her decision and he won't try to change it. Even now that she actually decided to do it. He's still going to accept and support it anyway.

His hand squeezes her small ones, gazing at her openly as his eyebrows knit lightly. "I told you already. Whatever you ask me of, I'd do in a fucking heartbeat for you, without any hesitation. You don't even have to ask sometimes. I know what you really want. I know you." Lloyd gently tells her in the softest tone he's ever used before. He's starting to get soft on her.

Her lips stretch into a smile, nodding. "You do, yeah." she mumbles softly.

He nods. "And, I know you want something right this second," he predicted.

She widens her eyes in surprise as she laughs softly. "Well, yeah. You're right. I need a favor." she admits.

Lloyd's lips curve into a smirk. "Name it, sweetheart. The sky's the fucking limit."

Her cheeks blushes and her smile grows until her small dimples are showing. "I just need your phone." she requests.

Wordlessly, Lloyd immediately grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket and handed it to her, without any questions asked.

***

She'd been pacing back and forth on their balcony with Lloyd's phone in her hands.

None of them have ever even gone in here. It's just an empty balcony. There's no chairs or tables or anything else. They never wanted to go out here mainly because they'd have to hear the sound of traffic and the smell of pollution.

But right now, it's very quiet down there and it just stopped raining.

She made a plan to call Denny herself, personally. Tell him about her decision. Ask him his strategies and his future plans for her. So that's why she borrowed Lloyd's phone earlier.

Lloyd and Six are still having breakfast in the kitchen island, having a small casual discussion about her. She's not going to eavesdrop on them, she prefers to focus on what she's about to say after this. It needs to be right. She's never talked to this man personally.

Finally, she gathers the courage to click on his contacts and her finger accidentally presses the video call option. She curses under her breath and before she could even undo it, the call connects almost immediately.

Denny would never ignore or delay a call from Lloyd. He's loyal to him that way. He'd cancel any important meeting just to pick up the call from him. It could be important but it also couldn't. It doesn't really matter to him. What matters is he's calling and he'd answer anytime, no matter the time or place.

The image of Denny shows up on the phone screen and she widens her eyes. He's still in bed sitting up against the headboard, wearing a black tank top as the night lights luminate on him. He's in a hotel somewhere in Berlin, one of the CIA's stations. It's late at night. He was still very much awake when his phone rang.

He squints his eyes at his phone, to make sure that he's seeing right. He's not seeing Lloyd. He's seeing Elle on his screen, also still in her pajamas as she looks at him, stunned and not sure what to say.

She stammers nervously. "I—I am so sorry. I didn't know it was going to be a video call. Um, hi, it's Elle. I don't know what time it is there so I'm sorry if I woke you up—" she softly rambles.

Denny cuts her off. "No, it's fine. I couldn't sleep anyway. How are you feeling?" He quickly asks about her well-being first.

She nods assuringly. "Yeah, I'm better now. I'm all healed up. Thank you for that, by the way. I knew you had something to do with all of it." She thanked him.

"I couldn't lose my most valuable asset and weapon." Denny formally tells her, sternly. He almost sounds like Lloyd when he's working.

She smiles politely at him. "I'm sorry for calling all of a sudden like this. I borrowed Lloyd's phone because I needed to talk to you in private." Elle admits to him.

He nods. "I'm all ears." he firmly says.

She clears his throat, looking away for a while. "Right, so, uh, you know that thing that you discussed with Lloyd on Friday? The one about me frying the bigger fish." She refreshes his memory.

Denny frowns at first, before realizing what she's saying. He clears his throat. "Ah, yes. Well, it's pretty simple. You want to get rid of the corruption easier, so you eliminate the source. This mission will be done sooner than later for all of you." he informs her.

Her eyes stare at him on the screen. "And then, I'll go to Langley to train for the CIA?" she innocently asks him.

He shakes his head. "No. Not anymore. You're an asset now. You don't want to be an official agent. That way, you'll just be stuck doing missions in the states. Is that what you want?" Denny carefully asks her.

She stammers again. "I don't… know. I mean, I haven't thought of it. So, if I just stick to being an asset, what's going to happen?" she asks.

He straightens up and the screen moves a little. "First, you could travel the world whilst doing the missions. And you definitely won't be riding commercials. You'll get paid way more. You'll always be safe and protected. You can choose your missions. If you don't want to do a certain one, just tell me. You'll be valued more because you're my most important asset. I can't ever afford to lose you." Denny explains to her.

She nods. "Right. Because if I keep being an asset, you'll be the one handling me. But if I'm an official agent, I'll answer to someone else?" she confusedly asks him with furrowed brows.

Denny nods at her. "Yes, exactly. You decide, then." he leaves her to make a decision.

She hums in approval. "Well, it's an easy answer. I want to be an asset." Elle replies with a proud smile on her lips.

His lips almost stretch into a tiny smile for her. It's been a long time since he's ever smiled for anyone. "That's good to hear, then. When do you want to start your big mission, the one in the city?" he asks her.

She contemplates on it for a while. "Can I take a few days off and then start again next week?" she asks him for something that a foreign asset has never had the privilege to ask before. She didn't know that. She doesn't know how privileged she is.

He nods without hesitation. "Sure. Of course. Whatever you need." Denny immediately responds before he pauses, "Also, try to get my number from this phone so you could contact me on your own phone. I am curious, though, how did you manage to get Lloyd to hand over his phone to you? He's always so sensitive over his own personal belongings."

Elle breaks into a small chuckle. "Well, I mean… I just asked him and he gave it to me right away." she innocently answers.

Denny raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Just like that? Well, you must be really precious to him as well, then." he remarks, calmly.

She stammers confusedly. "Uh, yeah, I guess." she hesitantly says, not sure if she was even allowed to say that. She doesn't know if he knows they're sharing her. She isn't sure she's supposed to tell him that either.

He sighs, looking over at his nightstand. "Right, well, it's late. For me. So I'm going to bed. We'll be in touch soon. Take care, Elle." Denny ends the conversation.

She nods obediently. "Yeah, you too. Bye." she waves at him before she presses the end call button. The phone screen goes back to the homescreen.

That was probably the first time he's ever called a foreign asset by their name. In truth, he doesn't just see her as an asset. She's so much more than that to him. She's his strongest and most precious weapon. There is no other weapon like her. He's seen her through surveillance cameras on how she's blown up and destroyed things just with her mind. She has so much more potential to live up to. She just needs to be taught and molded by him.

Elle thinks nothing of it. She's just glad that he's allowing her to take a few days off after everything.

***

Sliding the glass door to get back inside the penthouse, she steps into their living room and closes the door behind her.

The men are still sitting beside each other, a cup of coffee in their hands as they snapped their heads to her.

She walks over to them with no expression. Six frowns, trying to figure her out. Lloyd's face relaxes at the sight of her.

"Did it go okay?" Lloyd asks her, slowly.

She nods, handing him his phone and he just places it on the counter while his eyes are focused on her instead. Like it didn't even matter. She could've found a lot of nasty things on his phone but yet, he gave it to her within a heartbeat. He trusts her. Something that he's never done before with anyone.

She stands beside Lloyd. "I asked for a few days off." Elle casually replies, her eyes meeting Six.

Six grimaces. "Oh. How did that go?" he carefully asks.

She blinks confusedly. "What do you mean? He approved it. Why wouldn't he?"

Lloyd widens his eyes in surprise. "He did?" he asks her.

Six lifts his eyebrows. "Really?" he asks her, in disbelief.

She nods at both of them before frowning confusedly. "Why are you guys reacting this way?" she innocently asks.

"Because foreign assets aren't even supposed to take a day off. No matter what happened on the last mission." Lloyd explains to her. He knew the real reason Denny approved of her taking a break. He'd do anything for her.

She knits her eyebrows lightly before tilting her head to the side. "Well, maybe he just felt bad for me? I'm sure no one's gone through the same thing I did yesterday and still lives." she assumes, looking at the bright side a little. She hasn't suspected a thing.

Six simply nods, remembering what Lloyd had told him last night in bed. She shouldn't have to know that he has some fucked-up crush on her. They'll just keep her in the dark on this one, for her own sake. Lloyd nods as well, humming to assure her.

"Yeah, you might be right." Lloyd mumbles.

She chuckles. "I am right." she remarks while walking towards the kitchen counter which is right in front of the guys.

She stops by at the fridge, quickly taking a cold water bottle from their water stock. They buy more than a dozen of these almost everyday because tap water isn't clean in this country — they didn't know that before and she laughed at their faces when they first tried to drink the tap water.

Her eyes stare down at the bottle before casually flicking the cap off with her mind. The plastic cap falls to the ground. The guys aren't even fazed by that anymore. They've seen her do this a couple of times when she's too lazy to open it herself.

She goes to stand behind the counter while she tips her head up as she gulps the water. She places the bottle down after drinking half of it. Resting her hands on her hips, she glances at both of them. They both look up at her in sync.

She clears her throat. "So, I think I'm going back to my house for a while. Not to stay in though, just sometimes visiting. Maybe we could stay there some nights when we don't have a mission. It'll be like a little escape. I know I said I'd say goodbye to my old life but it's just… it's been more than three weeks that I haven't been there and I feel bad. My dogs probably miss me already." she truthfully tells them.

Six simply nods, understanding her completely. He'll always support her. He'd never question her or doubt her. She is always right in his eyes. She can never do any wrong. She is a saint to him. Pure. Kind-hearted. Gentle. The most beautiful thing on earth. He feels lucky just to get to be in her presence. To sleep with her. To enjoy her. To get taken care of by her. To get touched by her. To get kissed by her soft, beautiful lips. To have her smile at him like he's the best thing that happened to her — he is.

"It's okay to miss home, Elle. It's not a crime. We'll be glad to stay with you there. It's only ten minutes away. We have a car for a reason." Lloyd assures her, softly.

Her lips tug into a smile for both of them as her hands come down to rest on the counter. "Thank you. And, it's not really my home. You guys are my home. A place doesn't just make a home, the people inside of it do." she says, happily and her words just made both of them realize something.

"You're right." Six says out loud, with the most gentle tone possible. A warm smile slowly touches his lips. He'd never smile for anyone like this. This is a real smile. Natural. Genuine. She's the only reason he ever truly actually smiles. And he means it. She is right. He's never had an actual home before that was safe and comfortable enough. He actually trusts the people he lives with now.

Lloyd's blue eyes gazes at her openly and she stares directly into his eyes from their fair distance. They keep their eye contact for a while and she catches a look from him. She finally notices how he's been looking at her this whole time as her lips part in realization. He's never looked at anyone like he looked at her. It's like he changes his entire facial expression whenever he looks at her. It's so different from him. Distinct. Dissimilar. He doesn't even realize how he's looking at her sometimes. He's too busy admiring her to notice.

His whole face changes into something soft and delicate for her and it brings her comfort to know that he has gone soft for her. His eyebrows knit lightly, paying more attention to her. His eyes only focus on her and nothing else as he quietly looks up and down her face to observe her beauty. He studies her bare, sleepyhead face and her slightly messy hair. He doesn't mind it. He'd give anything to see her every morning like this. It'd be much better if he could see it in his own bed for once. But he'll wait. He'll be patient. Just for her.

He subtly nods, his eyes softening for her and she catches it again. "You are right about always being right, honey." Lloyd admits as a small sincere smile creeps up on his lips. She breaks into a soft giggle at her official favorite nickname from him. He's grateful that he finally has a home with someone he wants.

Home was a luxury they couldn't have before. They each were always moving from one safehouse to another within a few days. Nothing was ever constant. Danger always followed them. They never had anyone else beside themselves. It was consuming and painful.

This isn't exactly a home because it is technically sort-of a safehouse as well but it's the closest they'll ever get to it. They have her. She's their home. Their only one. They'd go anywhere with her and it'd still feel like home.

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Precious Weapon Masterlist (ongoing)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six (Court Gentry)

Every chapter has its own warnings and most of it has smut.

Chapter 1 : The CIA assigns their two most valuable assets to safely retrieve a living weapon in a third world country. They thought it would just be another easy and quick mission but they had no idea what they'd be walking into.

Chapter 2 : Lloyd and Six make a whole new different plan from what she told them last night. Things don't exactly go as planned. Like at all.

Chapter 3 : Six follows her into her normal life. Things go a little wrong, people are still after her as the weapon. They're all forced to stay in her quaint house. One bed trope.

Chapter 4 : Six discusses with her about Lloyd. Her very first mission. She disobeys Lloyd's orders and they get into a fight that leads into something else.

Chapter 5 : She's faced with reality the next morning as she realized what Lloyd did for her. They got out together for the very first time to distract her. Their first time.

***

Chapter 6 : Two weeks into their mission and everything's going peachy for them. But, the CIA wants her to do more now. She spirals, trying to make a decision as she tries to distract herself from reality — old habits die hard.

Chapter 7 : She gets into a life and death situation as the guys attempt to save her, whatever it takes. Six finally opens up to her. She makes a huge decision, affecting her mission.

Drabbles

Midnight confessions : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle)

She confesses to him about the pills. They help each other sleep.

Early morning discussions : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle)

They wake up earlier than everyone else in the house and have a conversation in her kitchen while making breakfast or in other words, he teases her at six am in the morning.

Aftercare : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x Lloyd Hansen

After a rough training with Lloyd, she's left in a bad state and Six helps her clean up.

Healed : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle)

Six gets hurt during a mission for her and she heals him.

Watch : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x Lloyd Hansen

Six teaches her how to use a sniper while Lloyd watches them — things get a little heated.

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Precious Weapon Drabble, a week before chapter six.

Pairing : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x Lloyd Hansen.

Summary : Six teaches her how to use a sniper while Lloyd watches them — things get a little heated.

Warnings : Voyeurism. Guns. Smut. Fingering. Teasing. Edging. Jealousy. Cursing. Too much sexual tension. Implied sex. Dirty talk. Praise kink.

Word count : 4k words. (only one part)

Author's note : Another drabble from after chapter five! I hope the timeline isn't too confusing but this is basically somewhere in a week before chapter six.

***

The penthouse was completely silent and peaceful the whole day. Which was very rare.

The afternoon sun glowed on Lloyd and Elle through their wide, floor to ceiling window. They were both busy with their own stuff. But it's nice this way for them.

Six is still on a mission with the other agents — a quick recon mission but she didn't know the exact details. They've been in a country somewhere in Asia since this morning. They went with a chopper. He said he'd be back before dinner.

Elle is quietly reading from her tablet in the living room as her legs propped up on their coffee table. She has her headphones in, listening to her favorite songs on her phone in full volume.

Meanwhile, Lloyd's at the dining table, doing some quick paperwork on his laptop while his thick fingers constantly typed on the thin keyboard. He needed to finish this before tonight so he could do some other things.

They didn't really do this very often. Just quietly doing their own things without any interactions at all. It had been like this for hours now. They're both waiting for Six.

Nowadays, it's always been the three of them with everything. Not in bed, though, they've been all too busy to take their time to do that. But in general. They've been spending a lot of time together outside of missions. More than any of them has ever had with anyone.

Most nights, she comes up with some new recipe to cook and then they'd eat it all together at the dining table. Sometimes, they'd watch some movies that she personally picked in their living room if they had nothing else to do. Or, she'd force them to play some stupid card game where she would always win again and again.

She also takes care of them a lot. After every mission, she'd make them sit in front of them while she heals any sort of scars or wounds they had.

She's a fucking blessing in disguise for them.

“Elle, come here.” Lloyd suddenly calls out to her with a stern tone. He'd been in working mode.

Even with headphones on and a full volume of music, she could still hear him, loud and clear. She frowns, taking her headphones off to rest around her neck.

“What?” she simply asks before getting up from the couch and starts walking to him with her tablet still in her hands.

Lloyd's eyes follow her body as she gets closer and closer to him. She's wearing a plain, pink flowy and short sundress while not bothering to even wear a bra as he could clearly see her nipples poking out. She's home the whole day so she couldn't care less. He had to remind himself why he asked her over and focus back on that.

She takes a seat across from him, placing the tablet on her lap as her eyes try to figure him out. He's so focused on his work, really determined to finish this but he's also a little tired from staring at the screen for hours. She wished she could help, but she knew nothing of CIA paperwork or whatsoever he's doing. If she was being honest, she'd rather not know.

He clears his throat, staring into her eyes instead of his laptop. “I need your opinion on this. So, to summarize, how would you say how bad the corruption is here? I mean, in your perspective, is every single person here corrupted?” he asks, so formally.

Elle nods easily, leaning back onto her seat. “Yeah. In their own way. But with enough time, I can fix it. Maybe not all of them, just most of them to make a big enough difference.” she explained.

“We can fix it.” Lloyd corrects casually, even though he was hell-bent on not trying too hard to save this city a week ago. Yet, he knew how much this has meant for her. He saw the way she was so serious about all these missions. She's ambitious and hardworking when she wants something done. Like him.

His fingers continue to quickly type on the keyboard the exact words she said. She waits for him patiently as her eyes study his focused face. He'd been working almost the whole day, sitting on his ass off in front of his laptop. She wants to help him relax. He deserves it, she thinks. She likes taking care of them, pampering them.

Eventually, Lloyd looks up at her from his laptop with his face slowly relaxing at her.

“I'm almost done with this shit. You wanna do something after this?” he asks, softly.

She bites her bottom lips and grins widely. “Sure. What'd you have in mind? A little quick blow job under the table or uh, bubble bath sex? I'm down for anything.” Elle teases him, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

He grimaces and frowns. “Fuck, no. I'm not…in the mood for that now. I meant to relax. Normal things. Like ordering our favorite food and watching whatever stupid movie you want. Or we could go out somewhere. Somewhere nice, you know.” Lloyd suggests, for the very first time ever. His tone is soft and hesitant.

It was so rare for him to decline fun, kinky sex from her. He'd always be so pent-up after a mission and would be all over her the second they went back home. They don't always exactly fuck, but they do a lot of other things. They tend to get very creative.

She widens her eyes. “Oh. Thought you found all those things boring?” she assumes, genuinely asking him.

Lloyd twists his lips in disapproval. “Yeah, but it's…simple and relaxing. Mundane. I've never really done all those things before. With anyone.” he shamelessly admits, truthfully.

Elle nods seriously. “Well, okay, sure. I'd prefer to stay at home. But, can we wait for Six? I just texted him and he said he's almost here.” she tells him.

“Of course. I need a few minutes too to completely finish this.” Lloyd informs her as she hums in response. He stares back at his laptop, continuing to type fast again.

She sighs, lifting the tablet from her lap as she mindlessly scrolls through the books she's already read today. She loves reading. It keeps her busy and it's what she does for fun these days. Sometimes, she also reads with Six when they're in bed together.

As she looks for her another new book to indulge in, she startles at the sudden loud sound from the chopper landing right above them. Only she could hear this, because of her sensitive hearing and all. She didn't really hear much of it this morning when they took off, since she was still asleep when he left.

She grimaces at the loud impact, dropping the tablet on her lap as she groans softly. Lloyd immediately noticed as he glanced back at her, his eyebrows knitting in concern as he tried to figure out what's going on with her.

He leans closer onto the table. “Hey, you okay? What is it?” he asks, worried.

She couldn't even answer him properly because there were other sounds again. Some heavy footsteps and then the sound of the elevator. She stopped to think and just realized that it would most likely be Six there. He's finally here—

The elevator suddenly opens and Six steps out almost immediately with his gear still on. He was really looking forward to coming home during the whole mission. It wasn't that bad, it was just too easy and boring for him. It felt pointless.

Elle and Lloyd snapped their heads to him and they almost smiled in sync. They're both just as glad to see him. They sort-of missed him while he was gone the entire day. Even though the man barely says anything, he's good company and quietly cares about them. He'd die and kill for them. He'd usually only do that for a stupid mission.

Her smile widens as big as possible and she quickly gets up from her seat. “You're back!” she exclaims happily while running to him, throwing her arms around him.

She hugged him close to her, squeezing him tightly. She felt all of his body and she knew he hadn't even changed his clothes yet. He was still in a thick bulletproof vest and smelled of so much sweat. She didn't mind. She was just glad to see him back. She leaned her head on his neck and buried her face there.

Though, she wasn't exactly noticing the huge gun he had hanging by his side until she looked down at it. She slowly pulled away from him, her arms resting on his shoulders.

She chuckles. “Sorry. I got too excited. We've been waiting for you.” Elle confesses.

Six breaks into another smile. “Me too. I'm tired, honestly. Could use a shower and a nap.” he admits, his eyes studying her face.

She nods, understanding. “How about some cold iced water?” she suggests with a smile. “And, uh, you know, you could show me that gun of yours. I've never touched or even seen one before!” Elle excitedly tells him with an uncontrollable expression on her face.

Lloyd peaks at them and frowns, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. You are not touching a fucking gun. Especially a sniper. You could shoot anyone! Or us.” he protests, dramatically.

She rolls his eyes before looking up at Six for approval with her innocent, wide eyes. He's fine with it, the ammo ran out anyway after the mission. Plus, how could he ever refuse her when she's practically pleading at him with her big, beautiful eyes?

“Lloyd, it's fine. I'll teach her how to use it properly.” Six suggests calmly, taking a quick glance at him.

Her eyes immediately lit up and her smile turned bigger until all her dimples were showing on her cheeks. “You will?” she softly asks.

Six nods, staring down at her. “Of course.” he responds while they begin to walk towards the dining table with his hand wrapped around her waist.

Her smile still lingers on her lips as he takes her previous seat and settles on it. He puts down his black duffle bag onto the floor before taking his bulletproof vest off.

Six places the gun on the table with its bipod, setting it to aim at the view of the city as the gun stands itself. She stands beside him as she leans down on him, observing the gun.

Lloyd glances back and forth at them before maintaining his focus on the laptop again so he could get this done quickly.

Six's thick fingers brush across the gun and her focus drifts for a second, remembering how good he is with his fingers. He grips the bottom of the gun with his hand and his other on the edge of it, flexing his muscular arms. She's so flustered that her cheeks are slowly turning red.

His eyes look up at her before moving to the sniper scope attached to it. “This helps you aim better. It could go as far as you want. Well, it depends on the gun. But this one can.” Six explains to her while she solely focuses on his calloused, big hands.

She nods, humming in response like she's so interested in what he's saying. Earlier she was, but staring at his fingers and his hands like this is making her feel something and she needs more.

“Can I see how to aim?” she asks him, seemingly innocent.

He casually nods. “Yeah, but you'd have to sit here to see properly.” Six plainly replies, not noticing the trap she just put in.

“Okay,” Elle murmurs before calmly sitting on his lap as her back leans against his chest.

She looks closely at the gun and he is speechless, just accepting the situation. His lips quirk into a small smile, letting out a quiet chuckle.

Lloyd finally looks up at them and lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “Seriously?” he comments.

Her eyes turn to him and stare at him innocently. “What? I want to see how to aim.” she plainly says.

He leans onto his seat as his lips turn into a smirk. “Yeah, right.” Lloyd remarks.

She rolls her eyes at him. “Whatever. It's just us, anyway. No one else, right?” she teases, looking back at Six.

Six clears his throat lightly, nodding. He's trying to hide the blush on his cheeks before focusing back onto the gun. “Right. So, uh, you could just see right through here and then you can aim wherever you want.” he elaborates, his fingers pointing at the sniper's telescopic lens.

She just hums quietly, leaning down onto the gun as her ass shifts on his lap. ”Do you use this type of gun often?” she asks.

He nods again. “Most of the time. I just use whatever they give me. Sometimes, it's just a regular handgun. Or, an enormous one just like this but with night vision to identify the target better.” Six explains further.

He's trying to remain focused on the gun instead of her constantly moving on his lap. It's really distracting him. She's the only one capable of distracting him and his focus. And that's saying a lot for him. He's always so unfazed and calm even during tense missions. Nothing has ever distracted him this much.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. “She's literally grinding on your lap and you're talking about fucking night visions? Honestly, Six, who gives a shit about that?” he remarks.

She breaks into a grin, turning to him. “Why? Are you jealous? Would you prefer it if I sat on your lap, instead?” she teases him.

He frowns, then scoffs. “What? No. It's just a distracting sight and I'm trying to finish my work. Would be much better if you'd do this elsewhere.” Lloyd bitterly scolds her.

Elle hums, ignoring his demand as she turns around to Six and her ass shifts again. She rests her hands against his neck before leaning down onto his lips and kissing him soft and slow.

Pulling away from his lips, she turns her head to Lloyd. “No, here is fine. You could watch if you want. I know you like that.” Elle teases him, again.

Lloyd says nothing. He knows she's right. He had told her tiny parts of his kinks and one of them was watching. He crosses his arms against his chest and leans back onto his seat even more. His eyes travel to both of them and they know what he's waiting for.

Six chuckles quietly through his nose. “I thought you wanted to see how the sniper works.” he softly teases back.

She nods. “Oh, I do. I haven't seen how the telescopic sniper works.” she says.

His eyes gestures toward the gun and she turns around, her back facing his chest again. He places both of his arms on each side of her from behind. Six grabs her hands gently and puts them on the gun along with his hands too, guiding her onto the correct way to hold it.

He leans closer to her from behind, his mouth near her ear. “You gotta place your eyes right there.” he whispers, his finger pointing to the sniper scope again.

She hums affirmatively. “Okay.” Elle says, leaning down onto the sniper scope and placing one of her eyes on the lens.

Six shifts forward as her ass arches back and grinds on his lap making Lloyd dart his tongue on his bottom lips.

This is getting heated over a second. It wasn't supposed to. This was just supposed to be an innocent thing. They were going to have a nice, relaxing evening. Not this. Though, none of them are complaining. It's been quite a while since they've done anything physical all at once together. This is close to that.

Her eye observes the view from the sniper scope, looking around the whole city from a close distance as she zooms in. She could see the inside of other buildings, stores and even people walking close up and detailed. It could even identify the person's temperature. It looks pretty cool despite the heated moment going on behind her. She'd totally geek out if this was a different circumstance.

Six quietly slips one of his hands on her hips and moves lower onto her inner thigh, right next to her cunt. She lets out a soft gasp while he slides his hand under her dress, feeling his bare touch but he doesn't touch her sensitive area yet. His fingers continue to graze over her inner thigh, teasing her just enough to get her even wetter than she already is.

“Check her panties, Six. I bet she's all wet from watching your hands hold that gun.” Lloyd taunts her, actually being right about this one.

He knows exactly what turns her on and what gets her wet. Even though he was busy earlier, he saw how she was looking at Six's hands. He saw that look on her face she has whenever she's turned on.

She rolls her eyes from the lens. “Fuck off, Lloyd. You're not even supposed to say anything. You're just supposed to watch.” she argues, trying to deny what he just said despite him being absolutely right.

"Oh, well, too late for that, sweetheart.” he argues back, with that smug smirk of his and even though she can't see him, she can hear him smirk.

Six leans onto her ears. “Don't let him ruin the mood.” he whispers quietly, but still letting Lloyd hear what he's saying to her.

She nods as his fingers slips into her panties, nudging it to the side until he finally feels her soaking wet cunt. Her cheeks heat up in embarrassment and pleasure.

“Shit, he's right. You are wet.” Six curses, which is rare for him but nowadays, he slips up a lot because of her.

“See? Told you.” Lloyd taunts again and it's only making her even wetter. His dick twitches at the thought of it. He hasn't even seen it or touch her yet. He's trying so hard not to palm himself through his pants now.

She stays quiet instead. She has nothing to say. Her eyes still stay on the sniper scope where it's zoomed in on the city but she's not even focusing on that. She's only focusing on his fingers as he slowly rubs her clit with gentle strokes, just how she likes it.

Six's mouth brushes against her ear. “How'd you get so wet just from watching my fingers, hm?” he curiously asks but he's also teasing her.

She moves her eyes away from the scope and leans back, bumping his chest. She lets out a breathy moan while he inserts two fingers inside her core.

“I guess I just missed your fingers. Inside of me.” she breathes out, shifting on his lap even more and he could already feel his dick growing hard from all this.

He adds two more fingers inside her as she lets out a soft gasp, barely even feeling like it's a stretch. It's the first time he's put in more than two fingers. He's usually always so gentle and delicate with her, even though she could take it. He's not exactly being rough now, but this is still a different him that he's never shown her before. This whole situation is making him heated.

Six curls his fingers inside, hitting her sweet spot as her wet sounds fill the penthouse. She whimpers softly and her cheeks leans against his own, her hands reaching out to his arms.

“You're taking it so well, I know you would.” he praises her, only whispering it to her ear and she moans at the praise. He's not really that into dirty talk or anything with her. He usually just tells her what she wants to hear and he knows she likes being praised. But he didn't do this very often.

He pulls away from her ear and brushes her hair. “Do you just want me or do you want him to join?” Six asks her, making sure to let the other man hear him.

Lloyd cuts her off before she could even open her pretty mouth. “No. You keep doing that. But I'm not joining.” he firmly says.

Something switched in him. Reality snapped him. He felt like he was interrupting them, like he wasn't supposed to be here. He was just supposed to watch and not do anything else. Like some pathetic loser watching porn alone. He's never felt like this before. He was always in control during times like this and got whatever he wanted. Now, he just needs to sit here and accept his fate.

He wished she'd pick him more often.

She frowns, managing to turn her head to him. “Why not?” she breathes out.

He looks directly into her eyes, his facial expression turns serious. “I have work to do,” he states, sternly.

Elle huffs, rolling her eyes. “Fine. You could just watch. Until your balls fall off, maybe.” she taunts him and Six tries to hide a smile from his lips.

Lloyd scowls at her before remembering an important detail. “You know, Six has work to do too. He needs to do a debrief after this. With the agents, who are going to come in here any second." he informs them and she groans in frustration.

Six sighs heavily, glaring at him. “You didn't bother to remind me earlier?”

He hesitates. “Uh, yeah sorry. I fucking forgot. Literally just remembered.” he honestly says.

She sighs before Six pulls his fingers out from her. “Well, at least you told us before they stormed in here. Wouldn't look good.” she remarks.

Lloyd vaguely nods at her. “You should clean up. I'll order in. Anything you want.”

Elle shakes her head. “No, you choose this time. I'm always the one choosing that I'm running out of the options I know of.” she complains, softly.

He lets out a chuckle. “Because you know more than I do. I don't know shit about the food here. You do.” Lloyd states.

She glares at him before getting off Six's lap. “No, Lloyd, you choose tonight. I mean it. Choose anything you want.” she firmly tells him.

She stands up with her hand braced on his shoulder for support. “If I didn't have my strength, my legs would've collapsed after every night with you both.” she jokes with a cheeky smile.

Six and Lloyd laugh softly at the same time. She glances at between them, admiring how they're somehow always in sync together. They fight in sync, fuck in sync, and protect her in sync. These two are growing closer than they're even aware of. But, she sees it. They have a complicated and messed up bond. They understand each other. They don't fight over her. They share her together, equally and fair.

Six sighs, rising up from his chair. “Alright, I better go before—"

And, the elevator dings as it opens. They really need to set up an alarm for outsiders so they don't just barge in here whenever they want.

One of the agents step out of it and quickly searches for Six. “Hey, boss. Time for that debrief.” he informs him.

Elle and Lloyd look over at agent with a frown. Six starts to walk away from them as he approaches the agent.

“Hey, next time, fucking knock.” Lloyd scowls him, sarcastically.

He tilts his head to the side, confused. “But, how? It's not a door…”

Lloyd scoffs. “Yeah, how, dumbass? Of course by not fucking barging in here. You could've just wait for him. He wouldn't miss a debrief.” he sternly states.

The agent nods, not saying a single word anymore as he avoids eye contact from everyone in the room. He proceeds to turn around and walk to the elevator again.

Six follows him, shooting a quick glance behind while he smoothly winks at her. She knew exactly what that meant. She knows him too well. He's going to finish what he started after all this and not leave her waiting too long. He'll make it worth the wait.

Six always keeps his promises. Only to her.

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Precious Weapon (6)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six.

Summary : Two weeks into their mission and everything's going peachy for them. But, the CIA wants her to do more now. She spirals, trying to make a decision as she tries to distract herself from reality — old habits die hard.

Warnings : Politics. Explosion. Fire. Mentions of drugs and murder. Anxiety. Hidden stress and depression. Arguing. More arguing with both men. Angst. Heavy smut. Threesome. Anal sex. P in V sex. Really rough smut. Pain kink. Lewd. Violence. Gore. Murder. Implied attempted suicide. Pills. Injuries. Guns. Death. Blood. More gore.

Word count : 14k words.

Author's note : This chapter has been on my mind for weeks. Personally, I loved this chapter and it only took me about a week to write. Let me know if you enjoyed it! My asks and comment sections are always open <;3.

***

Boom

The blast she created explodes the whole of the warehouse as she watches from in front of it. A smirk slowly grows on her lips.

She's busting one of the biggest and worst drug rings in her city that has manufactured and distributed it in other developing countries.

They have framed innocents, labored children and young women and murdered them once the job is done, stole from the poor, bribed and threatened anyone who saw them, tortured a whole lot of innocents, and forced teenagers to buy their drugs and end up dying of an overdose because of them. They have gotten away with everything until now.

In the past, she tried to get them after her parents left but she didn't have any resources for that so she failed. She witnessed the damage they did on the people around her and to everyone else in this city. No one did anything about it because they were too scared. So, she wanted to help.

Now, she is helping. The drugs and their money are all burned. The police will be here soon to arrest the people once they wake up from the impact of her knocking them down. They have enough evidence for them to rot in jail for life. The entire police force has been trying to catch them for years. And she did it in a day.

She could do all this now just because of help from the CIA. She got strong intel from them, extra protection, a getaway car and a safe place to get home. She would've never been able to do this without all that.

She's very damn resourceful now. She's a lot stronger now, too. Because of training and lessons. And she doesn't even need to protect herself because she has two very dangerous men for that. She knew that joining the CIA would eventually have a lot of benefits. And this is it.

She drifts her eyes away from the burning building, her fingers reaching out to her comms inside her ears. She presses it but she doesn't hear anything. Must've gone off when she exploded the place. Again.

She sighs, rolling her eyes. They really need to get more advanced comms that could withstand a blast. It's happened four times now. It is starting to get annoying for her.

Out of a sudden, she hears two heavy footsteps approaching from behind and she immediately startles, clenching her fists before turning around and—

Lloyd widens his eyes and raises his hands. "Woah, relax. It's just us. Your comms are off again. We really need to get better ones." he complains while walking towards her with Six by his side.

She relaxes her face and her whole body. It's just them. She's glad it's just them. She really doesn't want to hurt anyone else today. She's very tired.

They're both so calm and composed. They're clean too, in their usual formal clothes for missions. Meanwhile her clothes are all dirty and a little blood here and there. Her hair's all messy too. She tied into a ponytail earlier but it's slowly getting out of it. She didn't dress up so she only wore some black pair of jeans and a black shirt. She knew it would get all dirty anyway.

She scoffs, chuckling. "Yeah, you think? Mission's done. I need a bath and a lot of food." Elle demands.

Six smiles at her and this is probably the first time he's ever smiled in a mission. He's always taken all his missions seriously and never once has he ever had the time to even think to smile. Technically, he didn't do anything in this mission but knocked down a few guys at the back entrance and then hid nearby. For him, that isn't really considered a mission for her. She did all the work mostly.

"Mission accomplished, huh? You wanted this, right? For years. And in just a day, you destroyed everything they have. You ruined them, Elle. You're fucking amazing." Lloyd praises her in a proud tone as he smirks at her.

He's so proud of her. Never been prouder. He trained her right. She followed every single order from him and the chief. She even talked to all the field agents. She really wanted this mission to work and it did. When she's ambitious about something, she'll always get it. She works hard for anything she wants.

Her lips stretch into a smile and nod. "Yeah. All thanks to you. And the CIA. The best part is, this is only the beginning. I will destroy every single thing like this that corrupts the city. I'm going to clean it up." she affirms, glaring up at them with an innocent smile like she isn't talking about murder and worse.

"And we'll be right beside you." Lloyd adds with a sinister smile on his lips. He finally found his match.

"That's nice. Not to interrupt this rare and seemingly creepy moment…but we gotta go. Like, now. The cops are almost here." Six breaks the news in a hurried tone.

"Why, you got a timer for that or something?" Lloyd asks him, frowning.

Six nods. "Yeah, I do. I have it right here on my watch. And it says we only have about three minutes." he replies, showing the watch on his wrist to them.

She gulps, looking at both of them with wide eyes. "Okay, let's go." Elle declares, immediately walking away from the crime scene with both men following her.

She's right. It is just the beginning.

***

The clear water makes tiny bubbles as her whole body slowly sinks inside the bathtub, drowning herself in the freezing cold water.

She holds her breath but doesn't feel suffocated. She feels relaxed. Calm. Better. She feels good.

These past two weeks, she accomplished a lot of things. She did everything right. She helped the city. This has been her goal since the very beginning she knew about her powers. After seeing the heinous corruption in her own city, she wanted to fix it. Sure, it has never affected her personally. Because she has always been inside a bubble.

Now, that bubble has popped. And she finally sees reality the way everyone else sees it here. Horrible. Cruel. Terrifying. But it is all real.

"Elle? Shit. Elle! Please don't be dead. I can't do this shit without you—" Lloyd enters his bathroom and obviously panics when he sees her drowning herself in his bathtub. He immediately rushes to her and kneels down beside the tub. His voice is all muffled to her but she could already tell that it's him.

She just wanted some peace and quiet.

Finally, she lifts herself up from the water and breathes again, bracing her arms on both sides of the tub. He looks at her with a concerned and worried face like someone killed his dog. He doesn't even like dogs. She scowled at him for interrupting her relaxing moment.

"I'm not dead, you idiot. It's physically impossible for me to drown. I'm just relaxing." Elle tells him.

Lloyd frowns and shakes his head. "Don't call me an idiot. You'll regret it. And you can't blame me for worrying. It was a damn sight seeing you drowned like that." His voice almost cracks.

She tilts her head and pouts. "Aw. You were worried for me. I'm glad to know that you care about me enough to not want me dead." Elle calmly says, that innocent smile tugging on her lips as she brushes her hair away from her face.

"I don't want you dead. You should know that by now." Lloyd states in a harsh tone.

The only time he's completely honest about what he feels is when he's angry or panicking. But seeing her like that really made him…vulnerable. Even if it was just for a second. It really made him realize just how important and valuable she is to him. Not just to the mission. He can't imagine doing all these boring missions without her. She makes it so much better. He has someone to come home to. He would lose his damn mind and sanity if he ever loses her. He still doesn't even get why he cares so much. He's never cared this much. He's always one to not give a shit about anyone or anything.

She nods. "I do. Just needed a little reminder." she pauses, realizing that if he's here in his bathroom then he was going to do something. "Oh, right. What were you doing here?"

He exhales, regarding her with a relieved look. "Trying to find you. Figured you didn't go to Six's bathroom."

"Yours is bigger." she answers, with a smirk. She's not just talking about his bathroom. His eyes look down at her naked body under the clear water. He observes her pretty neck and there's that necklace that he gave her, still attached onto her skin. She's never taken it off at all.

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows and matches her smirk. He knows she's in a mood for that right now. These past few weeks, she has been very active with him after every successful mission she did. It's like her secret kink or something. They've been doing it a lot. Way too much. Almost everywhere in the penthouse. But all of them are quickies. And it's not even the actual sex. They haven't had the time to relax and take their time while doing it. They've been too busy with all these missions. And they're both so focused on it. He's very disciplined when it comes to work. And she's always obeying orders in order for her missions to succeed. They're very serious about it.

"Tomorrow's the weekend. So, it means we finally get to have time for ourselves right?" Elle asks him in a whining tone, her eyes practically pleading and begging at him.

He hums in response, nodding. He rests his hands against the sides of the cold marble of the bathtub. Leaning forward onto her and their faces are so close that they could hear each other's breathing. "We have time tonight, too. You know, it's been a while since we're all together. Now, we're just taking turns with you. And it feels weird. I kinda hate it." Lloyd admits truthfully.

Her lips curve into an easy and calm smile before she leans against the tub and relaxes her whole body. "It is weird. I missed that time. Our first time. That was the only time. There wasn't a second time. But, I'm sure we'll have the time tonight."

"How is Six? I mean, in bed. Not how he's doing. I know how he's doing." He ends up rambling.

She bites her bottom lip and giggles. "You're nervous." she accuses.

He frowns. "No, I'm not. It was just a question." he defends. He is nervous.

She nods, taking a second to think. "Well, he's gentle. You saw it during our first time. He has kinks, too. Just not as much as yours or mine. And…he's slightly bigger than you. He's quiet. Doesn't groan or moan a lot like you." Elle tells him with a teasing tone while she listens in on his heartbeat — it's pounding and throbbing.

Lloyd tilts his head, growing even more interested in the conversation. She really matches his energy. He likes to tease and she does too. She knows how to fuel him. He hums softly as his hand slips into the water and reaches for her thighs, gripping them tightly.

She gasps softly and he watches her, amused. "Hm. What else?" He continues to play along with her game as his hand slowly moves up to her inner thigh. "What is his favorite position?" he asks.

He doesn't even know why he's asking specific questions about him. This is not just about her anymore. Maybe—just maybe, he's grown intrigued with the man. They have a deep connection, too. They know each other so well already. They both have never had someone this close before. A friend, a companion. Someone they could trust, to tell everything with and share anything. They're only willing to share her because it's not anyone else. In missions, they secretly trust each other enough to put their lives at risk for the other. They work together so well.

Elle sighs softly. "We don't go wild. It's more of a comfort thing. To help us sleep better. So like, he puts in and then we go to sleep. Or, we do it slowly and gently and eventually fall asleep. That's why I always sleep with him every night. I find comfort in him." she admits.

No. This was supposed to be a passionate and hot moment. Not some painful realization for him. But somehow, anyhow, he still feels deflated by how she doesn't feel comfortable enough or trust him enough to seek comfort in him. So he's just for the fun and wild and kinky sex. While Six does almost everything with her like what a couple does. He knows they're definitely not a couple. But they're so inseparable and share a connection that no one would be able to understand. They know what each other needs all the time and what they're always feeling or thinking. They often communicate with their eyes and their faces.

He kinda feels like a third wheel or an extra in their so-called partnership. He doesn't even know why he's fussing so much that he's not included in them. He didn't even want a relationship. He hates it. Having to be with someone for a long time, sharing every single thing with them, sleeping in the same bed with them every night and showering with them everyday. He hated it. Now, he's finding himself caring so fucking much. About them. About how they exclude him a lot and he'd like it better if he could do the things that they do too. But he'd never admit it out loud.

She frowns, tipping her head to the side. "You good? You blanked out for a second there." she asks, grabbing his hand and dragging it onto her clit as she moans softly. "What are you thinking? Some fantasies I'd want to know about? Maybe another kink? We could try something new. You could tie me up. Oh, or we could try it somewhere else new—"

Lloyd cuts her off, removing his hand from her and taking it out of the water. "Fuck, I forgot to tell you. We're going out for dinner after this. Six wanted you to pick a nice place. But preferably not the mall." he seriously says before standing up. By his tone, she could tell that he's not teasing her. He's actually serious. Something must've snapped inside of him, she thinks.

She opens her mouth, blinking confusedly. "W–what? We were in the middle of something, Lloyd. What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you wanted this as much as I do." She snaps.

He rolls his eyes, ignoring her whining. "You don't have to be dramatic about it. We could do it later. It's already 6pm, Elle. It'd be hard to get a table on a Friday night if we don't hurry up." Lloyd coldly says, avoiding eye contact.

She hates being called dramatic. It's called feelings and emotions. It's completely normal to feel that. At least for her. Not him. He doesn't feel all that. He can't.

She rolls her eyes, getting out of the tub, still bare naked and he doesn't even bother to look down at her like he usually does. He just stares into her eyes and his gaze bores into her. He can't tell her what's actually going on or what he really wants. He doesn't even know if he wants what he thinks he does. Perhaps it's just a momentary desire that's only going to last for today and he'll forget about it tomorrow.

She shakes her head in disbelief. "See, this is why."

"Why what?" Lloyd argues, scowling.

"The reason why I don't depend on you for everything. Why I haven't slept in your bed. Why I don't fully trust you yet. Why haven't we done anything more than stupid silly sex. You're not being serious about this. You think it's just a fun little game. That's why I haven't done all that with you. You know, in case you were wondering." Elle finally snaps, her tone harsh.

He frowns deeper. It's like she read his mind — she didn't. She's just been burying the truth inside her this whole time. Waiting for him to give her a reason to finally tell him. And he did. But she thinks he doesn't care about all that. He's fine with not doing all that with her. He's just in it for the sex and he doesn't want to do it with anyone else in this damn city.

Lloyd shakes his head, clenching his jaw. "That's not true, no. I—I do want that. Maybe, but—" he stammers. He's having a hard time trying to tell her what he actually wants when he has no clue about it.

She scoffs loudly, already proving her point. "Yeah, see. You're not even sure what you want. I could see it. You don't care that much about me or this or us. Not unless it concerns yourself or the sex." Elle accuses, sharply.

He exhales. "What's with that anyway? You wanted this shit. You were the one who proposed this to me two weeks ago!" Lloyd yells at her.

She scowls, scoffing again. "Fuck you, Lloyd. Really. Go fuck yourself. I'm tired of being your little sex doll. I want more, don't you get it? Everything I've fucking been through—it's the only thing I've ever wanted. Not just sex. It's what Six has been able to give me." She clarifies, her voice cracks.

"Well, I didn't sign up for anything more." Lloyd harshly retorts, earning another scoff from her.

She widens her eyes in shock, shaking her head. "Yeah, let's go to fucking dinner. I'm starving." Elle retorts back, grabbing a towel from the rack beside the tub and wrapping it around her. She turns away from him and starts walking towards the exit.

Lloyd slightly flinches as she slams the bathroom door, hard. It's all his fault and he knows that. He needs to fix this.

***

The car ride has been completely silent.

She told their driver where they're going, a chill restaurant a little far from here but at least it's not going to be crowded and it's a good place.

Lloyd focuses on his phone, distracting himself to not mess things up more with her. He already knows he needs to fix it, he's just trying to find the right time and place for that. Definitely not here and not now.

She brought a book with her to keep her mind off of him too. She doesn't want to be the one to fix everything. It's always what she has been to everyone in her life and she's tired of it. She's so sick of it. She wants him to fix it himself so she'll know that he's trying to be better, at least. She knows that he would usually not apologize or even try to fix it. But she's putting her hope in him this time.

Suddenly, Six looks down at the title of the book she's reading and chuckles. "New one? We haven't even finished the last one." he comments casually and that made Lloyd side glance them.

Before bed, sometimes, they read a book together. They almost share the same interests. She likes to read about moral life values, tragic romance, murder mystery and history. They'd just lay in bed with her head resting on his chest while they took turns reading it out loud, sleepily until they fell asleep. It's not exactly romantic but it's something they've never done before with anyone and it makes it special for them.

She puts down the book on her lap and darts her eyes at him, smiling lightly. "Yeah, sorry. I just saw this one at the bookstore and had to read it immediately."

Six nods quietly. "It's okay. We could start reading this one tonight, if you want." he offers.

Her smile widens. "Sure. I'd love that."

Lloyd turns to them. "Book club, huh? Didn't know you were into all that, Six." he teases him.

Before Six could even answer, she looked at him with a tired face. "We really love reading. Plus, it comforts me. A lot." she answers, bitterly. It may not sound bitter but he knows exactly what she's talking about.

No. He can't fight back. He can't retort. He needs to control his rage. Contain it so he could change and be better. Be the bigger person. That's what she wants him to be. Not the old Lloyd who'd just keep on arguing back with her and never stop until she gives up. He wanted to change for long, just never had a big enough reason to. Now he does. It's just up to him how to become better. If he's even capable of it, that is.

"We should do that too. I mean, all three of us. I like books." Lloyd says, his tone trying to convince himself and them. So far going well. He does like books, he just hasn't had the time to actually read them and enjoy it.

She stares up at him confusedly like he has two heads or something. She leans closer onto him, her fingers touching his hand to make sure this is real and she isn't hallucinating anything. It is real because he touches her hand back before intertwining their fingers together. She knows it's not exactly an apology but at least it's a start. It's progress. He didn't make it worse by arguing back. She was right to put her hope in him.

Her lips slowly turn into a relieved smile. "Yeah? What books do you like, then?"

"Anything. I'm good with any." he quickly replies.

She relaxes her face. "Okay. Good. Well, just to be clear, I prefer books written and made by women. I meant that objectively, of course." she cutely argues.

Lloyd's lips smirks and smiles. "Good. You know what you like, sunshine."

Elle nods. "Hope you do too. You know, the books. It's important to know what you want to make a decision…to what books you want to read." she softly advises, definitely not hinting about the books.

She isn't talking about the books and he knows that. His smile still lingers on his lips for her. She's the only main reason why he smiles. She doesn't even know that. She has no idea how wrong she was when she told him that he doesn't care that much about her. So wrong. He'd burn this fucking city down if anything were to happen to her while she was trying to save this godforsaken city.

Six remains clueless. But he doesn't mind, as long as they're not fighting or arguing again. He likes to see them happy. It's so much better this way. They both deserve it.

He rests his hand on her thigh before scooting closer to her and planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Love this side of both of you." Six whispers really softly but they could both hear it.

They quietly smile in the darkness of the car while the city lights luminate on them.

***

At the restaurant, it's nearly quiet. It's almost romantic.

It's outdoorsy. Candlelight. Western food. Wines are served. Everyone who is here are either couples or a nice little family. It's not even loud here or crowded. This is probably the only not shitty and less chaotic restaurant they've ever been to in this city.

The chilly air sinks into their skin and for the first time in weeks, it's finally not humid anymore at night. They're seated at a nice quiet table on the third floor, in the balcony. There's not one single person here. More people downstairs. And Lloyd may or may not have booked this little balcony just for them. He wanted a quiet and calm place to talk to her properly.

She took a seat across from Lloyd with Six is between them. She ordered for them because she knows what they like already and what they prefer more.

They settle into their seats while watching the view of the city from up here. There's not much traffic here. Not too chaotic too. They haven't heard a single honk from a car or motorcycle or even people. It's an almost quiet part of the city. The rich part, to be more precise. She's never gone here before, only passing by it. She picked this place because she knew how good the reviews were for the restaurant and that Lloyd would probably want to eat at someplace where he could actually spend his money. This is also their first time in two weeks finally dining in a restaurant.

Lloyd gazes at her openly, silently admiring how beautiful she looks tonight. She's in a white slim crop top that doesn't show her full stomach and a short, pink flowy skirt. She didn't have the time to dry her hair from the bath earlier so it's still wet. Her lips are a little dry. Her face is bare too. She didn't put anything on because she really was in a hurry to not get here too late so they could have a table.

Sometimes, she's a little carefree when she wants to be. She doesn't care what clothes she's wearing or if she's wearing makeup or not or if her hair is neat and curled. She used to care about those little things. But now, she only cares about what makes her comfortable and feel good. That's more important for her.

"Hey…we need to talk." Lloyd breaks their peace. But it needs to be done. She knew this moment would come tonight anyway.

She turns her head to him from the view and nods. "Yes. We do." she softly agrees.

Six frowns, looking at both of them. "Why? Did something happen?" he asks them.

Lloyd glances at him. "We had a little fight in my bathroom earlier," he explains to him.

She sighs, leaning forward onto her seat to get closer to him. "Look, Lloyd, it was wrong of me to expect you to offer me comfort. I mean, I haven't even asked you if you wanted it too. In order for something to work better, two parties have to agree on it. I'm sorry…for being stubborn." she apologizes.

"I do want it. But I just don't want to fuck it up." He finally tells her the truth. It felt good, for once in his life.

She shakes her head, regarding him with a soft look as her hands reach his that is on the table. "You won't. If we do it right. Slowly. Baby steps." Elle suggests and he gives her a short and understanding nod, completely agreeing with her. Something he thought he'd never do.

"I still don't know what's going on here." Six interjects, glancing at both of them confusedly.

She looks at him. "I want to trust him as much as I do to you. I want him to comfort me like you do. Not just some fun here and there. So, we fought and—" she tries to explain.

Lloyd cuts her off. "And now we're solving it. Making progress. This is good."

She nods at him, her lips slowly forming into a smile for him. "You're making progress too, you know."

"I know. It's all for you." Lloyd bluntly confesses, the words coming out of his mouth even surprises himself and his tone is so much softer than usual. She is changing him. Slowly.

He knows he can't exactly completely change. That's impossible. He has been who he is since the beginning of dawn. There is absolutely no miracle that would magically change him into a better man or a better person in general. But he doesn't want to change himself. Not fully, at least. He could still hide the dark parts in him and show the necessary ones only. Almost like what Six has been doing with her. Hiding the real him under all the comfort he's giving her. He doesn't really offer comfort, he just gives her what she needs when she needs it. But in truth, he has no idea what comfort even is. He's starting to learn from her, though.

"We'll take it slow. But…we could start by finally fucking on your bed, for one. And not just on the couch, or my bed or the kitchen counter or against the window or the bathroom—" Elle teases him out loud before he cuts her off.

Lloyd breaks into a laugh. "Okay, okay, I get it! To be fair, those weren't actually the real deal. It was…silly shit that we did. But you didn't fucking deserve that. You're too precious to be fucked against anything that's not a bed." he admits, quietly staring at her.

She giggles softly, leaning her hand on her chin. "Hm. Yeah, sure. Actually, not just us both on the bed. But with you too, Six. I missed us. All three of us." she tells him, her eyes focusing on him only now.

Six's lips slowly form into a small smile as he gazes at her openly. He nods his head and holds her hand on the table. "Of course. I miss it too." He bluntly confesses and it's so rare for him to do this. He looks over at Lloyd for a split second and he gives Six a relieved look.

"Great! Now that our problem has been solved, I can finally talk about work." Lloyd annoyingly declares. It's not like he wants to talk about work either in this nice and peaceful moment, but he has to. He'll forget to tell them if he waits until they get home or tomorrow morning.

She groans, rolling her eyes as she darts her eyes to him. "Are you kidding me?"

He nods. "I'll be quick. I promise."

Six and Elle subtly gesture their head for him to continue on what he was about to say. Probably some announcement that Denny told him to pass it on to them. He's only ever talked to Lloyd or Six. Never to Elle. She just takes the orders. The guys do all the debriefs for her after every mission. She's sort-of relieved because she's a little intimidated by him and still has no idea why.

Lloyd clears his throat and she removes her hand from his. His fingers hold each other together, placing his hands almost professionally. She frowns, trying to figure him out. He's always somehow a mystery for her to crack. There are some things about him that she'll never be able to crack.

He looks into her eyes seriously. "Alright so, based on all the missions you've successfully done these past few weeks, Denny thinks you're ready for the bigger fish. The high class criminals. The ones that no one suspects. Not even the police. The real roots of corruption in this city. This is what you wanted, right?" Lloyd informs them but mostly to her. This is big news for her, he knew that.

Her face is puzzled. She's confused, a little relieved, a little happy but also a teensy bit scared and nervous. If she fucks it up, it would be bad for her and them. This is the real deal now. The big mission. The one she's thought about for months and months.

She blinks curiously at him, leaning closer towards him as her body touches the table. "So…where do we start? Like, corrupt politicians and mayors? Or…the wealthier people who control everything or what? And how do we even catch them? We can't put them in jail because no one knows about their crimes and we can't just send them the evidence—" her voice turns anxious quickly.

She's spiraling. She does this when she's both confused and scared. He thought that she'd be ecstatic with this news. He was the one who mentioned this first to Denny, to fry the bigger fish and he immediately agreed. He won't tell her that, though. He prefers to do things for her in private and not flaunt about it to her. He doesn't want her praise or approval. He just wants her to be safe and content. Even if she doesn't know anything.

Six tries to calm her down by stroking her hand. "Elle, it's okay. We can slow down if you want." he suggests.

Lloyd and him exchange agreeing looks and nods. "Yeah, we don't have to do it right away. It's up to you when you want it."

Elle gulps, shaking her head as she massages her temples. She looks at him in the eyes. "No, no, it's not that. I do want it now. I've been wanting it for a long time. I'm just asking, how are we going to do it?" she asks, glancing at both of them for answers.

He tries his best to say this as slowly as possible. "Well…we don't exactly put them in jail. If you want to get rid of something…what do you do?" Lloyd asks back for her to figure it out herself. He doesn't want to say the word out loud. It'll make it sound like he's the bad guy here.

She frowns first, thinking about his riddle for a moment before raising her eyebrows in shock and widening her eyes as it finally dawns on her. Kill. You kill them if you want them gone.

She gasps softly, shaking her head in denial as she leans further from him. "No. I'm not—no. I can't. There has to be some other way, Lloyd. I definitely did not sign up to just go and kill some people. There's too many of them." Elle lowers her voice, even though there's no one else here. Her voice almost cracks. She is terrified but she's trying to hide it from them.

Lloyd clenches his jaw, leaning towards her. "Bad people, Elle. People who don't even care about other people's lives. Innocent lives. Don't you care about all that?" he asks her back.

She scoffs. "Of course, I do. But I'm—"

He cuts her off. "No, it's fine, we don't have to do it if you don't want it. I'll just tell Denny that we'll stick to low class criminals and drug dealers." Lloyd says to her, not in a sarcastic way. He genuinely means it if she wants it that way. He doesn't want to push her.

Elle sighs. "No, don't. I do…want to try. But I need a little time. And I need to examine all their files first. If they have family or—" she anxiously says before he cuts her off again.

She's thinking with her heart again. She can't keep doing that if she wants to actually clean the city like she wanted to. She needs to stop pretending like everything's still normal. It's not. She works for the CIA for a living now. That's nowhere near normal. She doesn't have a normal life anymore. She threw that away three weeks ago when she agreed to be the CIA's weapon.

He shakes his head. "Don't think about that. They don't think about their family when they're murdering innocents. They'll never stop. Not unless you stop them first. I'm not into all the politics but I know that this is what you meant by cleaning up the city. Get rid of the corruptors, right?"

She looks at him unsurely before slowly nodding shortly. "Yes…you're right. I just need some time." Elle tells him, softly.

Lloyd nods, understanding. "And we'll give you that. We have all the time in the world." he assures her.

Six glances at her and she quickly turns to him as he gives her a small smile. "We do." he agrees.

They don't exactly have all the time in the world. They only have a few months and while that's going to be the longest they've stayed in one place before, it's still a short amount of time. Denny didn't specify when he said a few months. It could only be three months or four or five. And after that, they'll go their own ways and never see each other again.

But they don't want to be reminded of that fact. They just want to keep living in the moment. Even if it won't last long.

***

They've finally arrived back at the penthouse after enduring hours of horrible traffic.

Once they took their shoes off, Elle had immediately dragged all of them into Lloyd's bedroom and stripped them naked for her. She took control tonight, for the first time ever. And they let her.

She's almost distressed. She needs to make a decision as soon as possible about wanting to start killing the corruptors or not. She knows it's about catching the bigger fish and cleaning up the city. But she didn't think it was going to turn out like this. She thought that she could do it her way. But she was wrong. She doesn't get a say in this. No free will or whatsoever.

It was all a blur for them. They didn't even have any preparations or foreplay. She just went right in. She needed to forget about it for tonight. She just wants to feel good.

She's on top of Six already, sunk deep inside his cock while she rides him a little faster than usual. They've never been in this position before. It's always sleepy or shower sex. He's laid down on the bed and leans his head against all the pillows as he holds both of her hands on each side of him.

Lloyd is behind her, buried deep inside her ass as he fists her hair and bites her neck, leaving blood trails all over. He likes marking her even if it won't last more than a few seconds because of how fast she heals. But he knows she likes the temporary feeling of it. The slight pain that turns into pleasure for her.

He lifts his mouth from her neck down to her ears. "I didn't get to taste you yet, sweetheart." Lloyd grumbles, whispering into her ears as she continues to slowly ride Six's cock.

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not in the mood for foreplay, Lloyd." Elle retorts. Even during this moment, she can still talk back.

He brushes her hair aside. "Yeah, none of us really ever know what you're in the mood for. You're so indecisive." Lloyd chose the worst moment to pick a fight with her right now.

Usually, she'd argue back or forcefully pull his dick out from her but this time, she doesn't. She just sighs softly. "I'm also not in the mood to argue." she tells him, sternly.

Lloyd tilts his head to the side and smirks at her even though she can't see him. "Hm. New Elle. I like this side of you. It's so fucking hot." He groans, his dick growing harder inside her. He liked it a little too much.

His words made her realize something and she immediately shakes her head. "No. I'm not new. I'll always be me." she clarifies.

Lloyd frowns, noticing the sudden weird tone in her voice. It's like she was trying to convince herself that she won't ever change. He knows she'll change. Maybe once she starts agreeing to kill. He doesn't exactly want her to change, he likes her this way — bubbly, full of light, a little dark side but it's not shown. Yet. He could see it in her eyes every time she's done these missions. She enjoyed burning things down. Destroying everything. Blowing people up. Bad people. She liked doing a little bad to achieve something good. But she won't admit that.

He gets it now. She's been anxious the whole night so she's using them as a distraction or a coping mechanism. He's not going to say anything back because he's not exactly complaining. He wants her to use them. He's always been the dominant one in bed, the one in charge and the one calling the shots. But for her, he'd be anything she wants. And he definitely won't admit that either.

Six pulls her down closer to him and cups her face, kissing her sweetly on the lips as she continues to intensify the kiss. She rides him while still deeply making out with him and she pulls away a little from Lloyd's dick because of how close she's getting to the other man. He watches her arch her back and roll her hips, focusing on her movements instead to keep him hard.

He doesn't want to pull her closer because he can't ruin their cute moment. Even though he feels a little deflated by how she's never giving him her full attention during these kinds of moments when it's all three of them. And again, he feels like the third wheel again. Perhaps, it is true. Six and her were technically together already before he dived in and included himself in their thing — that's just what he thinks. He didn't include himself though. They both wanted him.

But before his intrusive thoughts could take over him, she breaks the kiss with Six and leans back onto Lloyd's chest again. She fists his hair from behind, hard.

"Fuck me like you hate me, Hansen." she whispers, slowly turning her eyes around to him.

Their eyes finally meet and the tension is thicker than ever. Their eye contact is always so powerful and intense and full of meaning. He knows what she needs right now. A rough fuck to help her forget everything for the night. He can do that. Six can't. He refuses to ever be any slightly rough with her. That's what separates the two men. The two things that she needs in her life and balance.

"As you wish, sunshine." Lloyd drawls as he begins to thrust his hips against her, sinking his cock deep inside her hole again in a fast and rough pace.

***

Six watches Lloyd fuck their girl harshly and aggressively like he hates her. Just what she asked for. But he could still see the intimacy in it. A hint of it. A shade. Nonetheless, still a hint and a shade.

He always fucks like he hates them. But this is different. He's giving her exactly what she wants. He won't do anything more that she doesn't ask for. She's still calling the shots, technically.

To his eyes, she's the only thing Lloyd cares about in this world. The world can burn for all he cares. Except for her. The one and only exception. He’d do anything for her from the least worse to the worst of the worse. There is not a single thing that he won’t do for her.

Six would do the exact same. She doesn’t even know that. At least not the entirety of it. She has no single clue about all the nasty and terrible shit they’d both do just for her or the hell they’d go through for her. It’s already like an instinct for them etched inside of their mind and body.

He studies and observes every movement from them as her tits jiggle and her necklace dangles because of Lloyd’s cruel thrust against her while he has his hand wrapped around her stomach. They almost fuck in sync, but nothing compares to Six and her. Both men have a different but special connection with her. It’s unexplainable to anyone else but them. They both fuck her according to her needs. If she wants comfort and soft sex, she comes to Six. But if she wants rough and kinky sex, Lloyd is the one she goes to. They always give her whatever she needs and whenever.

“Six. Fuck her. Don’t just lay there and watch. She can take two of us at once.” Lloyd demands, but he also wants to watch her have both of them at once, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the hands of them. He knows exactly what she needs right now. She needs both of them at this moment. Not just one of them like usual.

Six sighs, before looking over at her eyes for approval but she has her eyes shut already, too focused on her own pleasure. Lloyd noticed that, so he tightens his grip on her and pulls her closer to his chest until their skins cling and adhere to each other. His calloused hand goes up to her face and cups her chin, forcefully.

“Elle, open your eyes. Look at us.” he sternly orders and she slowly opens her eyes, immediately meeting Six’s eyes. He has a relieved look on him and a relaxed one, too. He’s glad that she’s getting what she wants. He’s content for her.

“Do you want us to fuck you at the same time?” Six softly asks her in a soothing voice.

She frowns at his words, blinking confusedly at him. “But we are already doing that.” She reminds him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes, his cheek touching hers before he stares into her eyes. “He means actual fuck. Not just this. He's not doing anything. I know you want us both, fucking you, right sunshine?” he asks her, holding her chin rougher as she's forced to meet Six's eyes.

She nods eagerly. “Yeah. Sure. I want it.” she drowsily says.

Six offers her a small smile as his hands squeeze hers as they've been still holding their hands this whole time. It's a sign for comfort. To tell her that she's still cared for even in this vulnerable moment. Though, she already let herself feel vulnerable around them before all this. He just likes reminding her that he's always here for her.

Lloyd's lips curve into a smirk, releasing his grip on her even though she was really enjoying the pain of it. “Good girl.” he praises her and she moans softly after he harshly pushes her closer to the other man. She bumps into his chest and braces her hands on his muscular shoulders.

Six frowns, abruptly sitting up and holding her head carefully. "Be careful, Lloyd. You don't have to be rough with her every time." he scolds him in a stern tone as his frown turns into a scowl almost immediately.

He tilts his head to the side and frowns. "But she likes it. Fuck, she loves it." Lloyd taunts and teases her at the same time.

Elle lifts her head and looks up at Six with those desperate eyes that he knows so well already. She needs this really badly. "It's okay, I can't feel pain, remember?" she murmurs softly.

His face softens when he finally looks down at her. He doesn't say anything, he just gently strokes her cheek with his hand. She leans into his touch as usual before lunging forward and crashing her lips into his in a hurried pace. He presses deeper into her lips, changing her pace into a slower one. He likes kissing her slowly. He can enjoy her lips and her taste better.

Lloyd sighs impatiently while he has to watch both of them make out first. They kiss way too much. Lloyd and her don't even kiss a lot. Most of the time, they only kiss to shut each other up or to muffle their moans. Not in an affectionate way or an intimate way. In truth, he's never kissed any other woman he's slept with before. He didn't like it. He hated it. Kissing was way too clingy and touchy for him. But with her, it's just…different. He can't even explain it.

"Ride me." Six whispers against her lips but it's so quiet and is quickly met with her soft giggling that even Lloyd can't discern what he's saying. He only hears something muffled.

Her lips stretch into a smile against his and she cups his head, leaning her forehead into his. She doesn't even say anything. She's actually speechless.

It's so fucking rare for him to say that to her. He doesn't even do the whole dirty talk thing in bed. With her or anyone else before. He just fucks. Not much talking from him. It was more of a request than a demand. He's been pretty submissive with her. He does always let her do anything with him and only does whatever she asks of him. She's in charge of him.

She laughs gently before pulling her lips away from his. Her smile lingers. "Fuck, I think that just made me even wetter."

Lloyd frowns again. "What'd he say?"

She shakes his head, brushing off his question. "Not important." she pauses, her hands moving down to cup his face. He's just looking up at her with a small smile on his lips, waiting for her to ride him. It turns her on that he's submissive for her. "Now, where were we?" she asks.

Rolling her hips again against his while she sunks her soaked cunt into his cock even deeper, her ass slipping away from Lloyd. Before it could even fully pull away, he forces himself inside her hole and she lets out the loudest moan they've ever heard. Her mouth forms a big 'O' as she braces her hands against Six's shoulder while her fingers dig into his skin. She can feel both of their dicks inside of her touching each other through the small barrier and her walls clenched around both of their lengths. It's an overwhelming feeling but she loves it that she's so drunk on it. She can't even think anymore — in which she wanted.

Six can feel his shoulders start to bleed a

little as her fingernails sink deeper. He may not like hurting her or giving her pain in bed, but he sure loves it when she does it to him. He likes it when she's rough with him. Because again, he's obedient. For her, only. That and he has a small pain kink. It's reasonable seeing as he experiences pain in every mission.

She lets out another moan as Lloyd keeps thrusting even quicker, making a repetitive clapping sound that echoes through the whole room and probably through the whole penthouse. She hopes the field agents downstairs don't hear this. The walls are pretty thin here. It's ridiculous considering how much it costs.

Elle lets herself get closer to Six, leaning her cheek into his as she nibbles on his ear, softly. She moans softly into his ears, "I wish I could moan your real name, Six." she whispers, coming out as a breathy moan. She's too drunk on their dicks.

She has never said that before. Never even crossed her mind either. She knew it was off-limits. She's aware that he's a gray man. A sierra. He's a shadow. He can't be known to anyone else. Especially his real name. Even Lloyd has no idea about it. Because there is absolutely no intel on him. Everything about him had been erased and cleaned. He's no one now.

And as much as he leans onto her and trusts her with his life, he will never tell her his real name. He can't. He won't.

But, she actually expected an answer. She thought that he could trust her enough with this in this sort-of vulnerable and intimate moment. It's not like she'll tell anyone. She has no one else but them. She just wanted the assurance that he does trust her enough with his deepest secret.

She moved her head to look at him properly and his eyes met hers. He stares at her like nothing happened and she didn't ask him anything. But she did. She's sure that he heard her and he did. He just chose to not say anything. To not answer her. It's not about trust or vulnerability for him. It's about restricted and classified information that he strictly refuses to tell anyone at all. It's a rule from him. His old name meant his old life and old him. He isn't the same person anymore. He's a completely separate and different one.

"Did you hear me?" she asks in a whisper.

He frowns confusedly. "What'd you say?" Six asks in a whisper, pretending to be clueless. But he isn't.

He lied.

Reality snapped her back like a wind. She isn't drunk on them anymore or hazy or drowsy. She's completely aware and awake now. Of everything. It's all coming back to her due to him. The decision she has to make, the coping mechanism she's using and Six lying to her, for the very first time ever. She thinks that he doesn't trust her that much. She was wrong all this time. She feels so stupid to think that she was special to him since she's the first woman he's ever been so close with in a long period of time. But then she realized that it was all just for the god-damned mission. Everything is. She's just a weapon. That's all she is. And a sex doll, as of now. Has this been for the mission as well, fucking her? To ensure her focus on the mission? To take control of her?

Her mind spirals over and over again until her head spins around.

She feels sick. She can't even focus. She doesn't feel pleasure anymore. All she feels is hurt and disappointment and discomfort. She felt dissociated from reality. It all became vague and blurry and time became quicker for her as they continued to fuck her in different rhythms. Both men came inside her but she didn't. Not at all.

They pulled out quickly soon after and she didn't even bother to lay down on Lloyd's bed first. She immediately told them that she needed to clean up so she climbed out of the bed and exited his room, still naked.

She doesn't feel used but she just feels dumb for thinking that sex would ever help her forget or fix her problems in the first place. It never did. She always does this. Even with her previous boyfriends. She used them for sex to help her forget everything. She never actually felt good or satisfied or better.

It just made her realize how pathetic and stupid her coping mechanism was. This never was supposed to be one, it was supposed to be something special and intimate, for the first time in her life.

But she was completely wrong.

***

She'd been standing under her shower for hours as the cold water kept running through her.

She's been closing her eyes, holding her breath while the water drowns her like always. But this time, it's longer than she's ever held her breath before.

It's probably almost midnight. Earlier, she could distinctly hear Six's footsteps entering his own room after she left earlier. She's a little glad that they didn't come here to check up on her.

She's not blaming them, though. It's not their fault that she felt uncomfortable in the middle of it earlier. It's her fault. She was spiraling in her head. Overthinking every single thing by herself. She's the problem in everyone's lives. It would be so much better for them if she didn't exist.

She used to attempt to kill herself back then, after her parents abandoned her. She tried almost everything that she thought of. But she was invulnerable to literally anything. It was pointless. She could never die. Never end her suffering or herself.

Finally, she turns off the shower and steps out of it. She drys and wraps herself with the towel as she enters her room. She grabs an oversized thin, white shirt and her panties from her small couch in front of her bed.

After putting her clothes on, she immediately jumps on her bed and collapses. She just wants to sleep this off. Forget about all this. She doesn't want to feel discomfort around them, she just wants to feel normal.

That's all she ever wanted.

***

Sleep didn't really take her over like she thought it would.

She isn't used to sleeping alone anymore. There was always him beside her, comforting her to sleep. Sometimes, she didn't even need him to do anything, she just needed him to be there for her.

But now he isn't.

So she lays awake in her bed, staring at the midnight view of the city through her huge window next to her. It's extremely late already yet the city is still alive and wild. She could still see a damn traffic going on down there and a lot of people walking around.

Her mind starts to wonder about the sleeping pills that Lloyd offered her two weeks ago. She never took them. She's thinking about taking them now. However, that would mean coming into his room and interacting with him. He would definitely ask some questions and interrogate her on why she's not sleeping beside Six like usual.

Though, he didn't even go into her room earlier. Now she begins to wonder again. Maybe he wanted some space for himself after all that. But perhaps, it also could've been because of her question that he avoided and pretended not to hear. He just feels very confused on what to do with her. He thought that this question would've never popped up. Now that it has, he can't answer her even knowing that she wanted a real answer.

She gathers her courage before attempting to crawl out of her bed but stumbles her feet on the carpet on the floor. She curses softly, ignoring what just happened as she walks as slowly as possible to step out of her bedroom.

But right at the moment her hand was about to pull her door handle, she heard Six's bedroom gently open from across and then his footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Shit. Not now. Fuck.

She was trying to avoid him just like he was avoiding her question. She doesn't want to start an argument or a fight with him. He's not Lloyd. He won't fight back. It won't be much of an argument without the other one fighting back. And she just wants things to go back to normal with him. She likes having him with her. She could forget about all this and—

Yet, her mind is still itching for those answers. What is his real name? Why can't he tell her? Does he not trust her that much? Why doesn't she know anything about him until now? Why is he so closed off with her? Why did he pretend to not hear her before? Why can't he let himself fully trust her even though they've been together for three weeks? Does he prefer to just not say anything this whole time to avoid telling the truth so he's not exactly lying? Why would he do this to her knowing that she's scared of getting lied to and betrayed?

So many questions in her head. Too many of them. It gives her a headache. Her head almost hurts just thinking about all these unanswered questions. Maybe, this was the reason why she couldn't fall asleep.

Her hand finally pulls the door handle and exits her room without a thought. She needs answers or she's going to be crazy.

She stalks into the kitchen and sees Six in front of the fridge wide open. He's casually drinking a cold water bottle while leaning his ass on the countertop. He doesn't like to drink a lot of things except for water. He's very plain. She knew that.

He noticed her approaching and his face softened. "Hey. Why are you still up?"

Is that even a question? The main reason she can't sleep is because of him.

Elle stops to stand beside him, ignoring his question. She stares up at his eyes and just realizes how tall he is compared to herself. His eyes fall down to her body, trying really hard to not focus on the fact that she's only wearing her black panties and her thin shirt showing her nipples and her breast clearly. He's seen all of her but yet it still turns him on when he sees the slightest part of her like this. He never felt this way about anyone. He didn't used to like those things because he thought it was just a human body part

"What was that?" she asks him, simple and short. Didn't want to get too emotional.

Six frowns, confusedly. Now he's forced to think about what she's talking about when she's almost half naked like this in front of him. He can't focus, for the very first time in his life.

"What was what, Elle?" he asks, his eyes still wandering her body. He's attempting to fight the urge in him to just pull her in and fuck her again right here. He's not impulsive, though. He's calculative of his every action. But he's making her think about being astray from how he is.

She sighs. "I asked you a question. I know you heard me. I was whispering in your ear. There was no way that you did not hear me at all." Elle confronts him in a calm tone. She's trying to contain herself. She doesn't want to yell or get angry. Not with him. He doesn't deserve that.

Oh. She's talking about that now.

Six tips his head to the side, frowning. "You know I can't answer that question." he flatly replies.

"Why not? You don't trust me?" she quickly accuses.

He shakes his head in denial. "It's not that. It's really not. I swear." he swears but he still can't tell her why and it's bugging her. She can't walk away without a single answer from him.

She huffs frustratedly, already tried of this.

"Then what is it? Tell me, Six—oh my god, you realize how ridiculous that sounded? We've been together for three whole weeks yet I don't even know your real name. I call you by a fucking number code nane made by the CIA but that's not you. You're not Six." She doesn't raise her voice but her words are sharp.

He looks away from her before turning his eyes to her again. He subtly nods. "Yes, I am. I am Six." he coldly says.

She frowns, shaking her head. "No. Stop. You're not. You're so much more than just a nameless agent who isn't supposed to exist." she sternly states. "You're not a gray man to me." Elle whispers the last part, ending up being a confession to him.

He's really not. She doesn't see him as Sierra Six. She sees him for who he actually is inside because she got to know him these past weeks living with him. She doesn't judge him for what he does. She knew he didn't have much of a choice. She knows him better than anyone in this fucking world. That's why she's so confused as to why he doesn't trust her enough to know his real name.

Her confession leaves him speechless as his heartbeat starts to pick up, swallowing thickly as his eyes drowsily look up at her face with pure desire. He never even thought that there would be a possibility of having someone like her in his life one day. She has no idea how grateful and appreciative he is of her. He thought he didn't deserve someone like her or to have the life they have right now.

When he doesn't answer her at all, she scoffs gently and drifts her eyes from him to the living room beside them. She lets herself think for a moment. And she parts her lips as realization dawns on her. Her spiraling mind might just be right this time.

"Maybe, we went too fast. Maybe this was all a mistake." Elle softly said what it was on her mind just a second ago. Her eyes are still refusing to look at him so she could think clearly.

And there it is. That fucking doubtful mind of hers. The only toxic thing about her. She over analyzes everything and then stresses out about it. She's not always right. She could be wrong, sometimes. But what she's saying right now doesn't even make sense. She's just very anxious. Six lying to her earlier piled up the problems in her head that she had to think about. It triggered her. She wanted to forget but then he brought her back to reality.

Six furrows his brows, studying her as he takes a step forward to her while he closes the fridge door. "Don't say that. It's not true." he quietly says, shaking his head.

She finally looks at him again and scoffs softly, stepping forward. "But it is. I mean, we barely knew each other when we just decided to be…together or whatever this is." she waves her hand between them. "A day. One fucking day that it took us to make that instant decision. I didn't even know you, Six. I still don't." she snaps.

He shakes his head again. "No, you do. You know me better than anyone. I meant that, Elle." He does mean it. But it's not enough. Words are never enough.

She sighs. "You know everything about me but I know nothing about you. Just that you're a classified assassin for the CIA and how you were in prison before you got recruited. That's it. I don't know anything about yourself." she sharply says, still not raising her voice.

"You know enough." Six states, firmly.

She frowns, tilting her head to the side. "What? What does that mean?" she asks.

He lunges forward and closes the gap between them as he looks down at her with a soft look. "No one else knows this much about me but you. I wasn't supposed to do this. Not like this. Not with you. This was unexpected but I don't think it was a mistake." he explains, sincerely.

Elle looks down and he could tell that she's so tired. She looks exhausted and he's still not answering her question, not helping her at all. She knows he meant what he said but that still doesn't change anything. She just knows parts of him that he let her know. Small tiny parts. Not the whole of it.

"What's your name, Six?" she repeats her question, her eyes glaring back up at him.

Six gulps nervously, suddenly turning his eyes from her. He doesn't have an answer for her. There are also no other words that he could say to stop her from questioning him and forgetting this. She needs a direct answer. Not anything else. He knows that.

"I can't give it to you." he hardly says, his voice so low and his tone is soft.

She nods, scoffing while she steps away from him. "Yeah, okay. I'm gonna go to bed because I haven't slept since earlier. Also, I didn't come. I couldn't think at all after you ignored me. You may not lie to my face, but you just chose to not say anything, to be quiet. It's just the same, Six." Elle snaps, her voice still low but her disappointment is visible through her words.

She's hurt. Again. Not exactly surprised. She always gets hurt, no matter what. She was just stupid enough to think that this time would be different. It's not.

Six sighs softly, his eyes observing her. He's a little taken back by the fact that she didn't come. Because he's always made her come. Every single time. There is not a time when he didn't. Even when they fell asleep while doing it, she still came before she slept. They both did. He always made sure she did first. But this time, he didn't. He wasn't too focused on her earlier. He thought that she was enjoying it as much as he did. He usually checked up on her every second.

Now, he feels bad. He actually feels real pity and guilt. Something he's never actually felt before in his life. There's something else too in this emotion of his. He cares so much for her that he can't stand to see her like this, hurt. Because of him and there's nothing to do to help her.

"Elle, let me help you sleep. It's the least I can do—" Six tries to offer softly.

She cuts him off. "No, I'm good. The least you could do was tell me the truth." she retorts, harshly but at least she's honest.

He doesn't say anything. He has no words to say anymore to make her feel better, that isn't going to be a lie. She just wants the truth. Though it's really not that simple for him.

He lets her walk away from him and he watches her slowly disappear into the hallway. Meanwhile, he just stands there as he contemplates on what he's just done to her. He wasted the one thing good in his life that wouldn't come twice. He knew that sooner or later this would happen anyway. Nothing good ever lasts in his life.

While walking back to her room, her eyes turn to Lloyd's room. She knows there's no other way for her to sleep without someone beside her or without those sleeping pills he talked about. She needs him right now. Not Six anymore.

Without thinking twice, she turns around and steps towards his room. She doesn't knock. She just slowly but softly opened his door, making sure not to startle him. She can hear his stable heartbeat and his quiet snoring. He snores a lot. She knew that because of how many times she’s heard him snore distinctly from her room every night.

She let herself inside his bedroom, gently closing the door behind her. Walking to his bed, her eyes examine Lloyd asleep and comfortable as she just realizes that he’s sleeping naked. He’s covered in his cozy, white blanket. She crouched down on him and got near his face.

“Lloyd. It’s Elle.” she whispers to him, slowly sitting down on the extra space next to him.

She waits for him to wake up, but he doesn’t. She forgot that he isn’t a light sleeper like Six is. He’s different.

Her hands carefully reach out to his hair blocking his face as she brushes it aside. Her soft fingers caress his skin and she studies him. She's never been this closed up before. Not in a calm situation like this where he's asleep.

"Lloyd. I need you." she slightly increases her voice.

Finally, he stirs in his sleep and moves his body to her direction. He opens his eyes slowly and sleepily looks up at her. It takes a minute for him to register what's going on and to digest that she's in his room right now. He thought he was dreaming.

He frowns slightly. "What are you doing here?" Lloyd asks in a weak whisper.

She parts her lips and runs her hands through her hair. "I couldn't sleep. Um, where are those sleeping pills you told me about? I need them. And you, I guess." she demands softly.

He blinks confusedly. "What happened with Six? I mean, is he okay?" he genuinely asks her in a soft whisper.

She nods. "He is. We just had a little argument. Can I sleep here? With you?" she desperately asks in a begging tone.

Lloyd just weakly hums in response before gently pulling her into the bed while he scoots over to leave space for her and spreads his blanket on her too. She lays down with her back faced to his naked chest and his arms wrapped around her body.

Elle looks at him from behind. "Pills?"

"Drawer. Blue bottle. Take five." he answers, sleepily before closing his eyes again.

She reaches her arm out to the nightstand beside them and opens the drawer with her hand. Without even looking, she grabs the bottle of pills from it and takes it out before closing the drawer.

Slowly, she sits up from her position and manages to remove Lloyd's hands from her. Opening the cap, she pours five pills onto her hand and swallows it all without any water.

She puts down the bottle back on his nightstand. Laying back down on the bed, she takes his hands and places them around her body. She leans into his touch and slowly relaxes, already feeling the little effects of the pill. She'll take what she can get even if it's just a tiny amount.

"Feeling sleepy already?" he asks her, opening one of his eyes.

She gently shakes her head. "Not yet. A little bit more relaxed, though." she replies.

Lloyd hums. "Told you." he whispers.

She nods, moving down to kiss his hand. "Thank you. For this." she thanks him.

Lloyd fully opens both of his eyes. "What happened? With Six and you?" he softly asks.

"I'll tell you tomorrow morning. For now, I'd really just like to fall asleep." she tells him.

"Okay. Night." he murmurs faintly before closing his eyes again, shifting to sleep.

She closes her eyes, pushing herself closer onto him as their skins clung into each other again like earlier. She could feel all of him against her back. He's completely naked and vulnerable now. He let her sleep with him. He's never done this with anyone before because he liked his personal space. He didn't like sharing it. But with her, he doesn't mind.

This wasn't supposed to be like this tonight. They wanted to take things slow and not immediately jump right into sleeping on one bed together. But because of her small fight with Six, it brought both Lloyd and her closer. Somehow.

Apparently, their fight had a little benefit to it.

***

They've slept for what felt like a few hours.

Until Lloyd's phone had rang a million of times beside his nightstand and he had to eventually pick it up.

It was Denny, telling him that some of the dealers from the drug ring they had caught yesterday, escaped from prison and is currently robbing the nearest hospital while taking all of them hostage. Patients, nurses, doctors, surgeons, anyone who stayed the night in the hospital. The local police can't fix this. Only she could.

It is still four fucking am in the morning. This is complete torture. For all of them.

Elle groaned from the bed, not wanting to get up at all while he kept trying to wake her up and tell her what's going on.

"We need to do this. It's our mess. We need to fix it ourselves." Lloyd says responsibly as he quickly puts on his clothes beside the bed.

He had thrown her some of her clothes that he randomly grabbed from her closet earlier. It was some black leggings and her thin pink sweater which he knew was her usual favorite one. It's right beside her on the bed now.

He leans down on her face. "Elle, get up. There are hostages inside that damn hospital. You'll kill me if you find out that I let you sleep this off." he makes a point, raising his voice to wake her up more.

She shoots her eyes open and he sighs in relief. "What happened again?" she asks, their faces an inch apart.

"Those dealers that you caught yesterday, busted out of jail and they're robbing the hospital now. Holding a bunch of hostages. It's our job to fix it since we caught them in the first place." Lloyd explains to her.

"Wait. What hospital?" Elle asks, getting up from the bed as she starts to casually undress in front of him. She grabs the clothes next to her and quickly puts them on her.

He steps back from her to give her space. "The nearest one. You went there a few weeks ago with Six, I think." he tells her.

She nods before realizing something. "What? That's the hospital my best friend works at. She…she's still there. She always works until the morning." she realizes and she's all dressed now, facing him with anxious eyes. He saw that in her eyes almost immediately.

Lloyd sighs, stepping closer to her and her eyes look up at his. "Hey, don't let that compromise you, okay? We'll get there and you focus on catching them. Alive or not." he firmly tells her in a soft tone.

Her eyes widened. She just woke up and she's already panicking. "What? No. I haven't—" she nervously starts.

He cuts her off. "We don't have the time to wait for your decision, Elle. You need to do what you have to do right now. We'll get the hostages. Don't focus on them. Focus on those idiots." he sets it straight for her.

Six enters his bedroom hesitantly after he hears her voice but he had to come in anyway. "Hey. Are we going to go downstairs to prep?" he asks him casually.

She turns around to him and says nothing, just looks down. He does too. They don't have anything to say to each other anymore and their eyes refuse to look at the other. They need to focus on this mission instead.

Lloyd glances at both of them, knowing that they had a fight a few hours ago. He looks over at Six and nods. "Yeah. After that, we'll leave immediately. We're bringing the rest with us, too." he informs.

Elle turns to him. "Okay, then. Let's go." she announces and they all walk out of there.

***

They're all gathered together in the first floor of the penthouse, listening to Lloyd's instructions while the agents prep all of their weapons.

"Alright, listen up. Main priority is those fucking guys. Elle catches them while we get the hostages out there, safely. We need to be discreet as well. The local police are swarming the area." Lloyd orders everyone as they all nod their heads.

"And what if we get them before she does?" One of the field agents challenges her while giving her a bitter look.

She knows none of them have really liked her since the beginning. She's the most valuable weapon to the CIA and she gets to do anything she wants because of it. She gets a free pass while everyone else has to follow the rules. But that isn't true. She doesn't do whatever she wants. She still obeys every order she's given. They only think that way due to what happened in that lab and how her crimes were all just forgotten.

They only follow Lloyd and Six. Maybe because they're all men and those two men have quite a reputation in the agency. So they're scared of them and idolizes them, too.

Six looks over at the agent, giving him the side eye and so does Lloyd. They clench their jaws, not wanting to get violent on how this man talks about their girl. She could blow his head off in a second.

She frowns confusedly at him, tipping her head to the side. "Well, then good for you? This isn't a competition. This is an emergency mission. But saving the hostages has to be the main priority. They're just innocents. Mostly are sick people." Elle declares, looking over at Lloyd to tell them.

He turns to her and nods. "Yeah, she's right. Save the hostages first, no matter what. And if we weren't in such a hurry, I'd shoot you just for the way you talked about her. Mind your fucking mouth." Lloyd scolds the agent, his index finger pointing at me and he nods, looking down.

She glances at him and she wishes she could smile at him right for how he defends her. He usually doesn't. He heard a bunch of whispers about her but never did anything. She understands why. He can't make it seem too obvious about their relationship or whatsoever. It's not exactly allowed in the CIA. But they're not officers. They're both valuable assets. They could do whatever they like.

"Alright. Can we go now?" Elle asks him.

Lloyd nods at her. "Yeah. Let's move." he announces loudly to everyone before they all do what they're told.

All the agents left to go to the elevator first before Lloyd, Six and Elle take the next one. The guys bring their chosen weapon with them along with a bulletproof vest attached onto their body already. They're both behind her, like always. She anxiously stares up at the numbers of levels, impatiently.

As the three are all inside the elevator, waiting for it to go down as usual, Six suddenly reaches out to her arm. She turns around to him with a confused look.

"Hey, I know we haven't quite resolved our problem yet but…be careful out there. This mission seems risky. We didn't have a lot of time to prepare like usual. I have a bad feeling about it." Six softly admits to her.

She slowly nods. "I will. You too."

Lloyd shortly looks at both of them. They both care for each other even when they're still fighting. It's such a deep connection and bond that they have. It's so rare.

"I agree. Be safe. I know I said catching them was the main priority but if you saw something was off, get the fuck out of there immediately." he suggests.

She simply nods at them, thinking that this would be easy for her. Nothing will go wrong.

***

Perhaps, Six was a little right.

A mission this dangerous and haste is way too unpredictable to prevent anything that could go wrong. No preparations, no proper plans and no safe extractions. It was bound to fail.

Because it did fail.

She had made a quick plan to break one of the doors at the back entrance, leading to the emergency room which was completely empty already. Surprisingly.

She ordered the agents to save the hostages who were all held up in the lobby. They climbed through the window and went in. Yet, there was only one man who was with the hostages. They didn't know where the rest were. It was supposed to be three men.

Lloyd and Six cautiously followed her from behind but she stayed far ahead of them, making sure that the threat wouldn't attack them first. But she isn't as good as them, in terms of ambushing the enemy and staying alert.

It was a horrible mistake. A terrible error.

The armed dealers already had their guns in their hands, ready to shoot whoever was coming. She had heard them but she wasn't quick enough to attack first.

She was the first who got in front of them so they shot her. Continuously and non-stop. Until all their bullets had run out.

She collapsed on the floor. There were way too many bullets inside of her. She was in so much pain to the point that she couldn't even feel anything anymore. It began to be all muffled and distinct for her. The world suddenly felt unreal to her.

She closed her eyes. She didn't want to feel this kind of pain anymore. She just wanted it to all go away.

Six's first instinct was to shoot those two men, calculatively till they dropped dead. Lloyd's instinct was…well, he was completely frozen while watching her dying body on the ground.

There was no other hope for her. She was dying. She was unsalvageable.

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Can you write something with Sierra Six and reader? Maybe she helps patch him up, so angsty soft and smutty? Pls and ty!!!👍

Healed

Precious Weapon Drabble after chapter five.

Pairing : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x hints of Lloyd Hansen

Summary : Six gets hurt during a mission and she heals him.

Warnings : Unrealistic healing. Injury. Stab wound. Blood. Hurt. Comfort. Angst. a little arguing. Shower smut. Fingering. Hand job. Fluff. Soft.

Word count : 2.9k words. (I'm sorry it was supposed to be short but I just couldn't lol)

Author's note : You ask and you shall receive <3 By the way, this takes place just a few days after chapter five. And I just wanted to say thank you for requesting this because it really adds to the plot by showing how much she really cares about him. Feel free to request more in the future!

***

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Just in and out. But things went a little sideways.

They were assigned to extract some evidence to shut down an illegal food factory in the city and then call the local police on them.

Elle and Six were the ones who went in but while she was getting the data in the storage room, a few guys were about to attack her with some cooking knives.

She could’ve handled it by herself, knock them down with one punch or if she was even stabbed, she would’ve healed right away. But, of course, he had to jump in. He didn’t want to see her hurt. He couldn’t let that happen. It’s his mission to protect her, technically.

He had fought them all off and knocked them down but when it was done, he looked down to see that he was already stabbed in his abdomen. It was a deep cut and he was loosing a lot of blood.

She was frantic. Panicking. She immediately rushed him out of there with the evidence in her bag and went back inside their getaway car.

She was trying so hard to contain herself as the car drove extremely fast after she kept urging them to. He looked fine for someone who’s loosing a lot of blood and was stabbed with an extremely sharp knife. He’s used to this. Pain. Blood. He experienced this in every single mission he took. It was almost normal for him. But it’s not normal for her. Seeing the man she really cares about hurt like this because he was trying to protect her, makes her look even more in pain than he is. The last time he saw him hurt was also because of her. He took two bullets for her.

She has her hand pressed down on his wound to try to stop the bleeding while he leans back against his seat and his eyes have been glued onto her this whole time. He doesn’t feel that much pain with her. He felt like he was already better just by focusing on her instead of the pain. He’s been quiet. Not a single groan or wince from his mouth. Because this is an everyday thing for him. Getting shot, stabbed or even burned. He’s always had to patch himself up if it wasn’t a grave wound. This is the first time he’s ever had someone with him. To take care of him. Clean him up. Heal him. He hasn’t gotten used to that yet.

“You’ll be okay—We’re almost there a-and then I’ll heal you, okay?” Elle anxiously tells him but really she’s trying to convince herself and not him. Her voice is shaky and her breathing is unsteady.

Six sighs softly, his hand rests on top of hers that is pressed onto his wound. Their hands sticky and full of blood, staining the car seats. “Hey, look at me. Elle,” he whispers calmly and her worried eyes quickly meets his.

“I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” he flatly says with a sincere meaning. He can’t see her like this. Like he’s dying and she’s about mourn his death. He knows he’s not. He has been through so much worse than this and still pulled through and survived. He always survives. Somehow.

She gulps, nodding to convince him but her face is still showing that she’s clearly terrified and agitated. She’s never been so scared in her life. She doesn’t even get scared anymore when she gets hurt. She’ll always heal and live. She wished that she could heal him right now but he refused because he knows she can’t properly heal him like this, cramped up in this small space and panicking.

***

It was an utter mess when they got back to the penthouse. Blood was spilling everywhere on the floor and all over the places as she brought him to his room and laid him down on his bed.

She sat next to him before ripping his white shirt apart, not caring about a single thing anymore. Not even about Lloyd who has been telling her to stop panicking and being scared, that she’ll just be too compromised to heal him.

“Shut the fuck up, Lloyd. I can heal him. I’ve done it before.” she snaps, throwing his ruined shirt onto the floor somewhere as her eyes examine the open wound on his lower abdomen, blood still continuing to spill out of it.

“Jesus, relax. That’s what I've been trying to tell you. Calm the fuck down so we can get this over with.” Lloyd argues back, standing behind her.

She exhales, her fingers hovering the wound. “Look, maybe you should wait outside so I could focus better, please?” she requests from him, without looking back at him.

Lloyd just hums in response before stepping out of the room to give them more space. He understands. Only in situations like this. And only for her and him.

Her eyes glanced at Six and his eyes are trying to calm her down too by staring at her like everything’s fine. She inhales a sharp breath and pulling herself together before placing both of her hands on the open wound as gently as possible, closing her eyes while she focuses on her energy. After a few seconds, he could feel heat radiating from her hands and starting to feel his wound healing slowly along with skin beginning to close up.

Six sighs out of relief. “Thank you, Elle.” he breathes out.

Removing her hands from him, she quickly looks down at his now healed skin. It’s completely restored but there’s still blood from the outside. She sighs too, gazing back up at him and her lips break into a small smile, her face slowly relaxing at the sight of him not being hurt anymore.

“See? You did it. I never doubted you.” he encourages her, his crimson hands reaching out to her face and incidentally tainting her cheeks with his blood as he cups her face.

She suddenly frowns at him. “Don’t ever do that again.” she warns.

He stares at her confusedly. “Do what? Protect you? It’s my mission, Elle. I can’t avoid that.” he states.

She shakes her head. “You’re not my bodyguard or some shit. You’re my…partner. My teammate. I can’t just let you get hurt for me like that. It wouldn’t be such a fucking mess if I was the one who got hurt instead.” Elle sharply says.

Six furrows his brows, still confused on why she’s arguing about this. He can’t not protect her. That would mean he failed a mission and he’s never done that before. But she’s not just a mission for him. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her get hurt. He’s not a coward.

“You’re too valuable to get stabbed like that. You don’t deserve that.” he affirms.

She scoffs gently. “And you do? Do you have some kind of death wish or something? Do you not give a fuck that you almost died?” she retorts.

“I didn’t almost die. It was just a flesh wound. I’m used to that.” Six flatly tells her.

“But I was really fucking scared! I’m not used to that, Six. I can’t bare to see you hurt because I care too much. And you don’t even seem to be scared for yourself.” she frantically snaps, her voice slightly cracks.

He sighs, now understanding why she was fighting him on this. She was scared for him. She thought that they wouldn’t have gotten here in time to heal him and he’d just eventually lose too much blood and it would’ve been too late. But she was too clouded by her fear of losing him to realize that it didn’t cut any of his internal organs — she could've known that if she took the time to actually think clearly. He would’ve lived anyway if he lost too much blood. She’s just never been so afraid like that. She hated feeling it.

“Elle, you can’t spend your time worrying about me during a mission. I signed up for this. I have done this for almost two decades now.” Six gently tells her. He needs her to understand that it’s okay for him to get hurt.

Her face is anxious again. Her eyes are red and tears slowly start to show up. “You have no fucking idea how scared I was.” she confesses, shaking her head before leaning down onto him and hugging him.

She softly sobbed into his chest. She didn’t care anymore that they’re both stained of a lot of blood now. He let his hands caress her hair, trying to comfort her but she just kept on crying. It’s not like this is the first time that she’s cried in front of him. She’s not scared to show how vulnerable she is to him. She trusts him that much.

***

They got into the shower after her little meltdown earlier. He didn’t say anything to her, he just let her cried to get it all out. She feels better now.

Way better now that they’re both bare naked under the shower of his bathroom, the water washing off all the blood. They haven’t said anything to each other at all. But it’s peaceful this way for both of them.

“I’m sorry. For snapping at you like that. You were right. You were just doing your part in the mission. Protecting the weapon.” She says, without any emotions because she’s exhausted and tired already.

Six takes a careful step towards her and brushes his hand on her cheek. She leans into his touch and lets herself relax, closing her eyes for a split second.

“You’re not a weapon to me. You’re just you, Elle. I hope it stays that way. I like you this way.” he murmurs softly at her face, staring intently at her.

She breaks into a soft laugh, opening her eyes to stare up at his. “I’ll always be me, you know. Never going to change.” she says, her lips tugged into a faint smile.

He chuckles though his nose. “Good.” Six whispers before pulling her in by her waist as he kisses her gently and slowly. It’s how they are. They’ve never been rough before. There’s still passionate and spark but it’s just softer and soothing. Not like with her and Lloyd. She doesn’t get comfort from him. She always gets it from Six. He barely does anything but he’s always there for her and does anything she asks of him.

He doesn't ever want to be rough with her even though she can take it and likes it but he prefers to treat her as delicate as possible. In truth, he's always treated every woman he's slept with roughly. He never cared about them — he didn't let himself to care. Except for her. He cares too much about her. Because she's precious and too fucking valuable. That's why he's always so gentle and tender with her.

She breathes heavier as she deepens the kiss, leaning onto his naked body. “Are you still hurt?” she asks him against his mouth, resting her hands on his bare chest.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m all healed. Because of you.” he answers, pulling his lips away from her for an inch to stare down at her desperate eyes. He already knows what she needs now. He always does. Sometimes, he fucks her to sleep so she could fall asleep better. That’s her comfort with him. He provides anything she needs, whenever.

She smiles and presses her lips onto his again, pulling him closer by his hips as her hands move toward his dick. But he grabs her hands to stop her.

He breaks the kiss again to talk more. “I can’t fuck you here, Elle. Too slippery and it’ll get uncomfortable for you.” Six tells her in a sincere but serious tone. He cares more about her well-being being than his hard dick. He could handle a little pain for her. He already did, earlier.

She makes a low whining sound and he cups her face gently. He sure loves doing that a lot. Her innocent eyes look up at him. “But I could still do something for you. For healing me. That was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, you know that?” Six whispers as softly as possible.

“I’d do anything for you, you know. Anything that I’m capable of.” she softly promises him. He has never had someone willing to do anything for him, he’s always had to take care of himself.

“That’s so fucking sweet of you, Elle.” Six curses, in the heat of the moment. He rarely curses because he doesn’t usually express himself out loud. Not even when he’s angry or fucking someone. Sometimes he does, but it’s not often and he’s always selective of the time and place. But this time, she really made him forget about everything.

She breaks into a soft chuckle, looking down at his dick growing harder by the second and she bits her bottom lips before staring back at him. “I think we can help each other out, don’t you think?” she teasingly purposes.

He hums in response. “I agree.” he murmurs as his fingers move down onto her clit and slowly rubs it, feeling her wetness against his skin. She’s already wet from the shower but also from being with him naked like this. He knows her body well already. What she’s comfortable with, what gets her wet and what she prefers for him to do. They haven’t even known each other for long.

She lets out that soft moan that he’s familiar with already and has memorized it in his head — it’s like music to his ears by now. Her fingers slide through his hair as he leans down onto her to leave soft kisses on her neck. “You can put it inside me right now, right here. Please,” she begs him and he knows what she’s asking of him.

He lifts his head to look at her and frowns. “No. Not here. Later.” Six flatly says with a soft but stern tone. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable by fucking her under this shower even though she’s practically begging for it. He knows what’s best for her more than she does.

A whimper comes off of her lips and she whines. “We won’t have time later. After this is dinner and after dinner…Lloyd would probably want his turn tonight.” she complains, softly. It’s not that she prefers him over Lloyd but right now, she really needs him more than anything.

He chuckles quietly. “Then we don’t need to. But making you feel good is my main priority right now. Lloyd can fucking wait.” And there it is again, he cursed. It is so out of place for him to do this. Yet, he’s allowing himself to let himself loose for this moment only and for her.

She lets out a surprised but relief gasp, staring hungrily at his lonely lips. “Yeah, he can wait.” she whispers before smashing her lips against his and he quickly deepens the kiss, but even with his quick pace, he still makes sure to be tender with her anyhow.

Six places his other free hand on the back of her head while he pushes her onto the wall and her head rest against his palm. Even in this heated moment, he still ensures her safety so her head doesn’t hit the hard wall. Always taking care of her no matter what. It’s become his habit now.

Moving his hand lower from her clit onto her cunt, he inserts two of his fingers inside of her and she lets out another soft muffled moan against his mouth. He wished he could swallow her pretty little sounds so he could listen to them everyday, but he already does. Every night, actually.

Blinded by her pleasure, she shuts her eyes closed but still manages to use both of her hands to reach out for his hard, pulsing cock. She slowly strokes his length and he allows himself to release a soft grunt as her little magic hands grip him as perfectly as possible, he could already feel that he’s close. She’s so fucking good at this and she doesn’t even do it often. Her strength is really useful in bed but she’s only ever use it on them.

She lets out a breathy moan as her lips slowly curve into a satisfied smile. “You know… you make me feel so good already, Six. You don’t even have to try.” she praises him faintly against his lips and there’s almost a wide smile stretching on his lips that she could feel. He doesn’t need to be praised. But, somehow, it felt so damn good to hear it from her lips.

Six slowly pulls his lips away from hers as she whines before he leans down onto her ear, his fingers curled inside her and sunk deeper. She moans loudly as he gets his mouth close to her ear while his teeth nibbles on her skin gently.

“I know that, baby. I know.” he whispers and it’s the first ever time that he’s ever uttered sweet words like that to anyone. He’s enjoying the moment too much and her.

She changed him. He knows that, too. He willingly allowed her.

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Precious Weapon (5)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC (Elle) x Sierra Six.

Summary : She's faced with reality the next morning as she realized what Lloyd did for her. They got out together for the very first time to distract her. Their first time.

Warnings : Mentions of detailed murder. PTSD. Guilt. References to her painkiller addiction. Anger. Vomit. Angst. Cursing. Arguing. Fear. Fluff. Filth. Eventual smut. Threesome. Anal sex. Fingering. Hand job. Dirty talk. Nudity.

Word count : 18.8k words.

Author's note : Had a little bit of a writer's block writing this chapter but I'm back now. This takes place the morning after chapter 4.

***

She doesn't remember when was the last time that her life was ever good or when she was actually happy.

Not until now, at least.

She's had small moments with her friends and people around her, but she was never really happy. She never got to be herself around them. She's always had to put on a fake smile and a mask.

They never actually knew what was really going on with her. The pain that she had to endure for years and years that no one knew or noticed. She had to handle it all by herself.

It got even more miserable when they asked her what was wrong and she had to say that she was fine because she couldn't tell them what was actually going on. She really wished she could. So she always felt alone.

That certainly wasn't happiness for her.

"I'm happy." Elle suddenly murmurs softly against Six's chest as they're both lying down and snuggled together on their couch with her blanket spread all over them. They both seem comfy.

It's early in the morning and they both just woke up from their rooms and decided that they still want to stay in bed but together. The living room was a better option than his room or her room for lesser temptations — but it's not like they couldn't just fuck over here. It's exactly what Lloyd and Elle did last night, right in this very same living room.

Lloyd is still fast asleep, she could hear it from his bedroom.

Their couch is faced with the morning view of the city. It already looks chaotic and crowded down there even though it's still around 9 am in the morning. This city never rests, no matter what time it is. Six remembers seeing a whole traffic going on at 2 am when he was getting water from the kitchen. He'll never understand how this city is so fucking packed. It's overpopulated at this point.

She's leaning her head on his chest as their legs are tangled together and he rests his arm around her. She's still half sleepy and not fully awake yet. Six was already awake the moment he woke up. He can never just go back to sleep once he wakes up — he was trained to always be alert, no matter where he is. He can never relax, his body is always telling him that he can't be relaxed.

Six looks down at her and his lips slowly stretches into a soft smile before planting a kiss on her forehead. "That's good," he whispers as his hand strokes her lower back.

"Are you?" she sleepily asks.

Is he happy now? He doesn't even know how to answer her question. He can't recall when he was ever happy either. He doesn't think he's ever experienced true, real happiness. This situation is not exactly normal to be a source of happiness but it's the most normal he'll ever get in his whole life. It doesn't really matter to him what the situation is, he knows this one is really fucked up but at least, he has her.

He lets out a soft laugh through his nose as his smile widens. "Maybe. How happy are you?" Six asks her back.

She shrugs weakly. "I don't know. Very?"

Six chuckles, looking down to her as her eyes are already almost closed. "I need you to be more specific than that, Elle." he murmurs.

Elle shuts her eyes and lets herself relax against his body as she sighs softly. "I've never been happier. Not like this. It's new, but I like it." She admits, coming out as a whisper.

He sees her finally asleep again and he kisses her temple. "You can still sleep, if you want. I'll still be here when you're awake." Six assures her, softly.

She slowly nods. "Yeah, I need to sleep more…" she mumbles weakly before sleep takes over her completely.

Six looks down at her again to see her fully asleep and he could tell that she's deep in her dreams already by how relaxed and still she is against him. He enjoys seeing her like this. Peaceful. Calm. It's sort of weird to like watching someone sleep but he doesn't care. He likes seeing her get what she deserves. She deserves all the sleep she can get after all the shit she's been through these past couple of weeks.

He can't fall back to sleep now so he'll just stay here until she wakes up again. He can do that. He can remain unmoved for just a few hours. He's always had to do that during all of his missions but this is different. Very different. He never could do this with anyone — just stay in and relax. He can't even do it himself. He doesn't think that sleep is for relaxing purposes. It's just a necessity for the body so it doesn't get all drowsy and sleepy that ruins his daily activity in a day.

It's already been almost two weeks that he's been in this country, in this penthouse. He's never stayed this long in one country before. The longest he's been in a country was not a third world country but one of the CIA stations which wasn't a challenge at all. He never even thought that he would be here, of all places. But here he is anyway and he isn't exactly complaining, because for once in the eighteen years of working for the agency, he could finally let himself relax, at least for a little bit.

He knows this isn't exactly going to last forever. It's just for a few months, but he is hoping that it'll be longer than that. He doesn't want to…leave her. Like ever. In a couple months from now, she'll be in Langley and he'll be in some other random country. Back to his old days when he doesn't even know where he'll be the next day or what kind of mission he'll be assigned to each day.

He's never complained. He shouldn't. Because he knows that this was his only less horrible option. He was given a death sentence from the CIA. Rot in prison for the rest of his life or kill anyone for them. He definitely did not want to stay in prison and die there. He'd rather die on a CIA mission. So that's what he chose. At least he'd die out in the world and not in some dirty jail cell, miserably, not having lived his life yet at all.

He's accepted that this is how his life is and he should be thankful that he's even still alive until now — after all the near death experiences he's had before. It doesn't even shock him anymore, it has become a routine for every mission. He knows it's always going to happen, no matter how careful he'd be.

From a distance, Six could hear Lloyd's bedroom door gently open and he thinks it's the first time he's ever heard him be gentle with an inanimate object. He's always so rough and angry. But now, he could sense that Lloyd is slightly better now. He's a little happy even though he won't ever admit it. Having Elle in his life does that to him.

Lloyd walks into their kitchen and stops in his tracks as he sees Six and Elle cuddled up on the couch.

Six looks at him and presses his index finger on his lips, telling him to shut up so he doesn't wake her up. He walks closer to them and just notices that she's asleep.

"Good morning." Lloyd softly whispers, his lips slowly turning into a small grin at the sight of them.

What a view.

"She just fell asleep." Six tells him, whispering as well.

He nods, sitting on the spare space beside her on the couch. Lloyd looks down at her, staring closely at her asleep face and how comfortable she is against Six's body. He wonders if she'll ever be this comfortable with him, seeing as they don't exactly offer each other comfort. It's purely lust and passion. If it came down to comfort, Six will always be her comfort and they all know that.

"She's too fucking beautiful. Even when asleep." Lloyd remarks quietly while his fingers gently brush her hair away from her face.

Six's lips slowly tug into a small smile. "Yeah. She's like that." he mumbles.

He looks up at him. "What should we do today? I was thinking if we could take her out, you know, anywhere but this penthouse. I feel like we've trapped her here for too long." he suggests, really unlike him.

Six nods. "That's nice. Got any places you have in mind?" he asks.

Lloyd softly snorts. "No. I have no fucking clue what to do in this city. Maybe, I could call the chopper and take us to a nearby country. What are your suggestions? Singapore? Oh, or maybe that famous island, two hours from here by plane. What's it called…it's all over the internet."

Six furrows his brows lightly, trying to figure out what he's talking about. "Is it…Bali? Or something else—"

He cuts him off. "No, yeah, that's right. Bali. That's the name of it. Should we go there today? I could still book the chopper and our hotel in time if I do it now."

He tilts his head to the side. "Are you sure? I mean, we're not here on a vacation. I just think if we go there, we won't want to go home."

Lloyd ignores him, opening his phone to search for something there. "Yep. I won't want to go home if the place looks like this," he says, turning his phone around to Six as it shows a picture of a beautiful beach in Bali, one of the islands in Indonesia that has become a really famous tourist attraction.

But they're forgetting one thing. Bali is where her parents moved after abandoning her here. It's a nice place but she's always refused to go there.

Lloyd turns his phone to him again and a small smirk grows on his lips. "It's paradise. Fucking there all night in some private villa with a view of the beach would be paradise." he teases, trying to plant the idea in his head.

It's early. Why does he always choose the earliest hours to tease Elle or Six? It's like he needs to do it every single day or his routine isn't complete.

Six sighs softly. "I just don't think we should. Plus, a tiny vacation won't help fix our problems."

He rolls his eyes. "I know. Which is why I'm trying to tell her that I'm not a completely bad person. I can be…nice. When I want to. Just for her."

"There are other ways, Lloyd. You can start by proving to her that what you were doing was just to protect her. Because I'd do the same. You know that." Six tells him in a serious tone while his hand strokes her back gently.

He would. And he'd probably kill them worse than Lloyd. He has a few brutal techniques to make death really painful. Also, he'd clean it up until the house is squeaky clean and the crime scene is non-existent. He wouldn't just hide the bodies, he'll actually get rid of the bodies until it isn't even a body anymore. It'll just be a bunch of…ashes flushed down a random toilet somewhere in a restaurant in Jakarta or thrown in the only beach here that they have.

Except, she doesn't know any of that. She is completely clueless of who he actually is and she thinks she knows him, but she doesn't. He has protected her from the truth because scaring her is the least thing he wants.

He can be discreet. As always. He was trained that way. To be quiet and still do the job right.

Lloyd can't be discreet. He likes things loud. It's better for him. And it'll make everyone fear him, in which he wants. But it's just the way he is. He can't change himself even if he wanted to.

Lloyd gently scoffs. "But she doesn't know that, does she? She doesn't know that you and I are just the same when it comes to murdering people. I'm the bad guy in her story. You're the good one." he accuses, softly.

Six shakes his head. "You're not. If you were the bad guy for her, she wouldn't have kissed you last night. I know she kissed you first."

"Oh. Well. Maybe because she got heated at that moment and I was there, leaning close to her against that window." Lloyd assumes, his finger pointing to the window.

Six doesn't even see where his finger is pointing at because he remembers exactly where it was. It was a sight he'll never forget. "It wasn't just last night. She has wanted you way before that." he tells him.

"Yeah, she told me you and her were going to propose something to me. To share her. Honestly, you could've told me first, Six." Lloyd says, still whispering.

"I wanted to respect her decision." Six says. He always does what she wants. That's why they never fight or argue about anything. They're always in sync together.

Lloyd sighs softly. "You always do. And that's probably why you're the good guy."

"I'm not a good guy. You know that."

"I do. But she doesn't."

"She doesn't need to know the truth. Do you want to scare her?" Six asks back, whispering as softly as possible.

He frowns. "Of course not. I don't want her to be scared of us. But she will, once she knows. I mean she hasn't even gotten used to it all. She's supposed to be more scared of the CIA. What it'll do to her. It'll…change her, Six. You know that it changed us." Lloyd says.

Six nods slowly. "I know. It did."

"But it's not like we could do anything about it. She's chosen her path. She wants this." he states.

"There's nothing else we could do, Lloyd. The upside is at least, she won't have to go through it alone. She has us." Six says, pausing before looking down at her bare face, staring at her longer. He pushes her hair away from her face and plants a soft kiss on her forehead, again.

She looks so innocent. He feels bad for what's about to change her. It'll ruin her. She won't be the same anymore. He doesn't even want to imagine what it would be like. He likes who she is now. She's the only thing in his life that's the closest to normal. He's seen how her life is — normal and mundane and far from the violence of the world. He doesn't want to change her life but he can't do anything anymore, she chose her path and it's already too late. She's already in the shit. Deep in the shit.

Lloyd nods, humming in response. "Yeah, she's lucky she has us." he whispers while he stares down at her too, his lips slowly forming into a really tiny small that Six sees.

He doesn't usually smile genuinely, for anyone. He smiles, sure. But it's always sarcastic and threatening smiles. Not the real smile when he's actually happy because he usually is never happy. Nothing really satisfies him enough to be actually happy. Until now. Until her.

That's why he calls her precious so much.

Suddenly, she stirs in her sleep and moves her body. She slowly opens her eyes to wake up. Lloyd immediately retreats away from her as Six frowns at his actions.

Six looks at her gently waking up as she fully opens her eyes, searching for him. His lips tug into a soft smile. "You're awake," he whispers before giving her lips a quick peck.

"We've been talking about you." Lloyd announces himself as she turns her head to him, not noticing that he's been here the whole time.

Elle sleepily smiles at him. "Hey, morning. Didn't realize you were here. Come here," she murmurs, her hand reaching out to him.

He frowns confusedly. He doesn't do morning affections — emphasis on the affections. He doesn't do that. He can't do that because he has no idea how to. He's never done it before with anyone. He's never had girlfriends or women he's stayed long enough to get into that stage. He knows Elle's had a lot of ex boyfriends before and that she's a touchy person. She likes to give affection and receive it, too. He never thought that she would expect this from him.

He thought that she and him would just be purely sexual. But that's not what she wants. Knowing her, she's the type of a girl to want everything in a relationship. He thought that being with her would just mean he gets a small share of her from Six, not actually becoming a part of their relationship or thing.

Because if he is part of their relationship as well, then it means he'll be involved in everything a couple does (or a throuple in this case) and it also means this is going to be his first ever relationship. He doesn't even know what to do in a relationship.

They aren't even sure if this is considered a relationship or not.

Lloyd hesitates and she could already see it in his eyes. Even Six sees it. He's never seen him so…nervous before. It scares him. This scares him — a serious and committed relationship.

"I want you, Lloyd. Come here," Elle insists as she gingerly pulls his hand towards her but because she doesn't even realize how strong she is, his body gets pulled down and leans onto hers.

Their bodies bump into each other and their faces are inches apart. His eyes slowly look down at her brown ones. She was too fucking beautiful. He feels so lucky to get to be this close with her, first thing in the damn morning.

She widens her eyes and giggles. "Oh, shit. Sorry, didn't realize how strong I was and I—" she rambles softly before his eyes move down to stare at her lips and without hesitation, Lloyd covers his mouth with hers and cups her face.

He kisses her softly. Sweeter than usual. He hasn't had his morning coffee or breakfast yet to have the energy to be rough with her. But even in his softer version, she could still sense his harshness as his teeth slowly nibbled on her lower lips but her lips didn't bleed.

Six stares at them and smiles. He actually fucking smiles with all his teeth shiny and his dimples showing. He's as happy as he can ever remember. He's glad and grateful that things are peaceful. His two closest people have finally stopped fighting and made up. More than made up.

She softly whimpers as he's been kissing her for too long now and she almost can't breathe. "Lloyd," Elle whispers against his mouth as he slowly pulls away from her lips and breaks the kiss.

Lloyd leans back from her and observes her like this. She's so flustered and he could see her cheeks are slightly blushing. She's so turned on by all this and he knows it. He knows her.

His lips slowly grow into a smirk as he continues to stare at her. "Morning, Elle. Breakfast?" he casually asks.

Six nods at him. "Yes. I'm starving."

Elle squints her eyes at him. "Since when do you know how to cook? The last time that you tried cooking breakfast, it was in my house and you nearly burned my kitchen just by frying the bacon." She reminds him.

"Who said I was cooking? I'm going to take us anywhere you want. Just name a restaurant and we'll be there." Lloyd declares with a proud smile on his lips.

She softly grunts. "No…I don't want to go anywhere. I don't feel good. My body feels weird after yesterday's mission."

He immediately straightens up and checks her body. So does Six. Both of their eyes search her body, there's no injury but if she's saying she's still hurt then she is. They'll believe anything she tells them, no matter what. She doesn't feel right with her body. She feels like it's different. She's not exactly in pain, but it just feels like something's off for her. Her body's never felt like this before. It must've been because of how strong the blast was yesterday.

"We should call the doctor then. Get you checked up." Lloyd says in a serious tone.

"No, no need. I think I'm fine. I just need a little rest. I'd like to just stay here for the rest of the day. Is that okay?" Elle softly asks him, her eyes looking up at him.

Lloyd's lips form into a thin line to assure her as he nods his head. "Of course. I'll just order in for breakfast. Plus, we have so many things to do in this tiny penthouse. There's a mini theater room and a pool—oh, right, I forgot to tell you guys that we got a third floor just for the pool. Just for us." he tells them.

She smiles at him and then looks at Six, who's still looking at her, worried and concerned for her health. She holds his hand and squeezes it gently to reassure him.

Elle turns to Lloyd. "It doesn't really matter what kind of things we could do here, Lloyd. We're together. That's all that matters." She looks at the bright side.

He grins at her as she slowly gets up and sits up in front of him. "Sure, sunshine. As long as you're here." Lloyd states.

"He's right." Six agrees with him.

Her smile grows wider while she glances at the both of them, happily. She's thinking of the last time that she's ever been happy like this but…she can't think of any. It's not there. This is the only time where she's happy and comfortable at the same time, not having to think about all her problems or the harsh truth of her life.

She's done so many things to avoid her reality, her trauma, her past, her fucked up and lonely life. She's tried a lot of coping mechanisms. Friends, boyfriends, sex, pain killers, painting, science and she's even tried to pretend that her life is good and everything's okay. So many things to get out of her life but it's never worked. Sure, it worked for a while. But she was never happy that way. Because it wasn't real. It was just a way to get out of reality.

This is real. And, maybe it is all of their coping mechanisms, not just hers. There's too much tension in their line of work. They need a safe home to come home to and a stress relief. Because most of the agents working in the agency end up being mentally deranged after all the shit they had to witness and do. Six and Lloyd have been doing this for almost two decades now and they're…partially fine, at the very least.

"Okay. I'm going to shower." Elle declares as she rises from the couch and stands up, walking away from them before she turns around. "Wait. You do know how to order here…right?" she asks him.

Lloyd nods at her. "Of course. I mean, I won't understand a single word of their broken English or Indonesian but…Six will help me. He said you taught him a few phrases in Indonesian and he's a fast learner so." he says, confidently.

Six is a fast and eager learner. He likes learning all kinds of languages and actually enjoys studying it. He speaks it well, too. He has a different accent for every language he fluently speaks. He was really excited (deep inside) when Elle was teaching him some of the basic Indonesian words and the slangs, too.

She breaks into a chuckle. "Okay, okay. I trust you. Both of you. Just...don't mess up our orders." she warns them with a gleeful smile still displayed on her lips.

Six nods, his eyes staring into hers. "We won't. Promise." he flatly says, as usual. She's not surprised by his flat tone anymore but at least it means that he's serious about it and won't mess it up.

She knows him too well by now. He likes that she does.

***

The burning hot water hits her skin and she quietly hums softly, enjoying the sensation of it on her bare body. She stands still like this in the shower for a while as she closes her eyes to relax.

She likes her water this way. Burning hot or freezing cold. There's nothing in between.

It's relaxing for her. She loves the feeling.

It isn't too hot for her, it just feels warm to her body. The kind of warmth that's perfect for her condition since she's immune to pain.

Sometimes, she wishes that she isn't fully invincible. She wants to feel normal human pain once in a while, feel what it's like to experience actual pain and not the decreased pain that she always feels. She just wants to be…normal. That's the only thing she's ever wanted — a normal life, normal parents, a normal body, normal emotions.

Finally, after a few minutes, she opens her eyes and removes her face from the water. She grabs her shampoo, pour it onto her palm and quickly scrubs all of it on her hair.

Her eyes turn to her side, a small window near her shower that has the view of the whole city, too. She's actually beginning to like this penthouse. It allows her to see the city every single day. Back in her house, she could only see houses and houses from her window — which wasn't a really nice view.

She likes this place. The feeling of it, too. It almost feels like a second home for her. Her first home didn't really feel like home for her, at first. Because of all the bad memories there from her parents and her past. It just always felt like a constant reminder of them and she almost wanted to burn it all down. She could've moved somewhere else and bought a house, just for her. But she didn't.

She was strong enough to try and forget the memories in that house and move past everything. It was her house now and she wanted to make new memories herself, replacing all the bad ones with the good ones.

The thing that makes a home actually feel like home are the people inside of it. And this places feels like home for her because of them. They feel like home for her.

***

Elle wraps her body with her towel after drying herself as she proceeds to walk in this small bathroom of hers.

Her bathroom is pretty ample, actually. It's only a shower at the very corner, the toilet next to the door and the sink in the middle of the shower and the toilet. It's all white and modern and very luxurious, for her, at least. She's still not used to all this.

But she does know that Six and Lloyd have a way bigger bathroom than hers. Both have a bathtub in it and much more space. They don't even need all of that space. She does want to try and shower there once in a while to enjoy the wide space but she knows that they haven't reached that stage yet. Not even with Six. Sure, Lloyd has seen her fully naked but showering together is an entirely different thing. It's more…intimate. Intimacy means affection. They're not there yet. Plus, after showering together, it would usually lead to sharing a bathroom together, eventually.

And they're definitely not there yet either.

She pulls the door handle and walks out of her bathroom, mindlessly. She blinks and frowns before thinking that she heard something came into her room or maybe it was just in her head. Because sometimes, she has hallucinations — but it's only happened a few times, not a lot.

She turns to her room and almost screams at the surprise guest sitting on her bed. She softly gasps as she widens her eyes and puts her hand on her chest.

Lloyd quietly smirks, enjoying her reaction as his elbows lean back on her bed. His eyes travel across her towel covered body, studying every inch of it and remembering how it was fully bare, last night. He swallows thickly, trying not to get hard right at this moment. It's hard to hide an erection in these beige trousers of his.

She takes a glance at him and of course, his hair is already neat and slicked back as usual. His regular outfit is on, the fancy polo shirt and trousers combination. His stache is a little trimmed than usual. She's guessing it's because he knows it's a little ticklish for her when they kiss — she doesn't mind, though. She likes the feeling of it.

"Jesus, Lloyd! You scared me. Could've been an intruder, you know." Elle exaggerates.

He rolls his eyes as his elbows move to lean on his knees. "That's not going to happen here. You know that. It's nearly impossible to break into this place. Into our place." Lloyd makes it clear for her while his eyes stay on hers.

She gulps and nods. "Yeah, okay. Cool. What are you doing here?" she asks.

His lips stretch into a small and quick smile. "The food just came. I got your favorite. Scrambled eggs, bacon and french toast, right? I also got you some pancakes."

She blinks confusedly. "Oh. That was fast."

"It's because you take too long to shower."

"Well, maybe it would've been quicker if my bathroom was a little bigger to move around." she retorts.

Lloyd frowns. "Really? Thought you were okay with it." he says, standing up from her bed as he steps closer to her.

Her fingers tug the end of her towel as tight as possible so it doesn't suddenly drop down while he gets even closer and closer to her. He finally stops in front of her, leaving enough space. Not too close and not too far, either.

"You know, you could always shower in mine or Six's. None of us mind." Lloyd thoughtfully says.

She scoffs gently. "Oh, right. I'm sure you would beg to differ. You'd get a nice view of me, showering naked, from your room."

His smirk turns bigger. "Hm. True. It is a very nice one." he teases while his eyes drop down to her body and he's making it really obvious now as she follows his eyes.

He just can't stop thinking about how tempting this whole situation is. Her towel could just drop at any moment or he could just grip it and remove it for her, forcefully. He knows she'd like that. But it's not…right. At least not right now. She doesn't want that now. She needs to figure this all out first.

Lloyd averts his gaze back to her and all of a sudden, she could feel how intense he's staring at her now. She could feel the clear sexual tension between them. She also wants to just say 'fuck it' and take off her towel and start making out with him but no, she can't do that now.

"You can shower anywhere you like, sweetheart. This place is yours too." he whispers gently.

Elle nods. "Okay. I'll think about it. I mean, there are still a lot of things to think about, Lloyd." She reminds him about the problems they have that she still needs to work out from her last night's discovery.

"I know, Elle. I know." Lloyd confirms.

"Right. Well, I need to get dressed." she tells him, avoiding his eyes before walking away from him towards her closet, on the far side of her bed.

He nods. "I'll leave you to it." he mutters softly as he starts to walk away from her bedroom.

Lloyd opens the door a little for himself and exits quickly before closing the door behind him, gently.

She opens her closet, stares at her clothes and pouts at the lack of house clothes she has in here. There's way too much jeans. A normal person shouldn't have this much amount of jeans. She wears jeans for almost every circumstance. Or dresses. She doesn't need all these dresses. She just likes to shop and shop. To cope with her problems. But she doesn't end up wearing most of the clothes she buys, anyway.

She sighs, moving her eyes away from her closet as she peaks at the door. She continues to stare at the closed door for a while, contemplating on Lloyd. As she thinks about him more, she realizes that he's not as scary as he thinks he is. Yes, he kills and murders anyone he wants to and doesn't have impulse control. But deep inside, he's just a…man. A man with too many complicated feelings and problems who has no one to come to and has no idea how to deal with his problems well. He has literally no one in the world. Same as Six. That's why they have each other's back now.

Elle can see right through Lloyd for who he actually is when no one else can. She doesn't see him as a monster or anything scary. Because she knows who he is, deep inside. She's the only one who does. Maybe it's because she could read minds and feel emotions, but whatever it is, she feels a little bit relieved that he's not as intimidating as she thought he was because she knows the truth that no one else does. So she's not that scared of him anymore.

She was never really scared of him, she was just scared of what he was capable of. And she still is.

She hasn't forgotten what he did for her.

***

She stalks into the hallway with a black crop top and pink shorts — in which she spent several minutes just looking for it in the lump of all her clothes.

She can already hear Six quietly eating and Lloyd talking to him casually as he also chews his food. She can't quite understand what they're talking about with food in their mouths. Besides, sometimes, she could filter her hearing — decide which sound she wants to hear and block out the rest. But it doesn't always work, she's still trying to figure it out.

"Hey, guys." Elle greets them as she walks into the kitchen island, where they're sitting.

Lloyd is sitting at the middle seat with Six beside him. Both of their eyes quickly glance at her, at the same time.

Six stops eating to look at her. "Hi. We got your favorite." he tells her, softly.

She smiles at him. "I know. Thanks." she says, taking the only other available seat, that's beside Lloyd.

She looks down at all the food in front of her as she begins to take the plastic fork and start to eat her food.

Lloyd turns on his tablet that's laid flat on the kitchen island as he begins to scroll through the daily news, while showing it to Six as well.

"So, what do you want to do after this?" he asks her.

Elle looks over to his tablet. "What are you looking at?" she asks him.

He shrugs casually. "Just the news. In this city. Six usually reads most of it."

"Give me." she demands softly, taking his tablet from him and seeing one of the headline news on it and—

No. Oh God. No.

Headline news : Mass murder committed in West Jakarta, killer still at loose even after one full week. Authorities have no lead on who the suspect is until now.

Right below the headline, there's the picture, where it happened. The house, still filled with blood all over the floor and walls. The bodies are all put in a body bag, laid flat on the uncleaned floor. Four bodies, in total. The whole crime scene is still messy and bloody. They must've struggled to clean all that blood stuck on the walls and all the furniture.

He did all that. For me.

She widens her eyes at the screen and gasps softly as Lloyd immediately snatches the tablet from her hands. Six frowns, looking over at the screen.

"You didn't have to see that." Lloyd flatly says, turning off the screen.

She turns to him, still in shock. "That was you. You did all that. Lloyd, that's a bloodbath. A whole fucking bloodbath. And what if you get caught? What if…"

"We'll take care of it. Don't worry. We won't ever get caught." he tries to assure her.

Six nods at her. "He's right, okay? We'll be fine." he assures her as well.

Elle looks over to him. "Fine? This isn't fine, Six. He committed mass murder for me! None of this is fine. Lloyd, you don't get why I'm this upset over this. I understand that you did it to protect me but you could've…" she snaps.

Lloyd frowns. "Could've what, Elle? What are the other solutions? You know what they were about to do to you before I killed them? They were about to hire some other idiots to find you and kidnap you and they were even planning to rape you, just so you couldn't use your powers against them because you'd be in too much of a shock. And then, they were going to sell you like a piece of fucking meat to the black market. That is what I saved you from." he harshly admits.

She widens her eyes again at that revelation and rises up from her chair before stepping away from him in fear. She shudders at the thought of everything he said to her. Of getting kidnapped and getting raped and getting sold. They'd be right, she'd be in too much of a shock to use her powers if she was gang raped like a fucking ragdoll. She may heal from it physically, but she'd never recover it mentally. She'd remember every single detail and every single man who did it to her because her memory is extremely strong. Just thinking of it makes her stomach sick as she's turning nauseous.

Suddenly, she gags, immediately covering her mouth with her hand and she could already feel the food in her throat. She runs to the kitchen sink before throwing up all the food she just ate, retching even more to get the food all out because she'll feel better once everything is all out of her throat since it still feels stuck.

Six quickly rushes to her, grabbing her hair and fisting it into a ponytail as he places his hand on her back. "It's okay, just get it all out." he gently says to her as she continues vomiting even louder.

Lloyd sighs, taking a glass of water from the counter before walking to her. "Elle, here, drink some." he offers, standing beside Six.

She stops throwing up, finally feeling like everything's not stuck in her throat anymore and she looks up at Lloyd with a scowl. She grabs the glass as she gulps it all down in a second before shoving the glass in his hands.

She heavily sighs, forcing herself to make eye contact with him with her eyes still filled with anger. "You wanna know why I feel this way? Why can't I be as ignorant and as calm as both of you are? Because this isn't my world. I am very fucking new to it. I just got in like, two weeks ago. When I killed all those people in that lab. And I felt so fucking much guilt that I had resorted to everything that would make me feel numb. Alcohol, pain killers, serums, going to that fucking bar that was outside of my comfort zone. I just don't want to feel the same guilt anymore. It was hell." Elle snaps, finally admitting it to him.

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows. "Wait. You—took pain killers? You're an addict?" he carefully asks.

She rolls her eyes as she sighs before Six turns to him.

"She's stopped. A week ago. She's told me about it. Look, the point is, she's new to this. You have to understand that. Like when we both first joined the CIA, we weren't used to all the murder yet, right?" Six asks him.

Lloyd looks at him and contemplates his first time at the CIA. "Well, no. Okay, I get it, Elle. But you don't have to feel that guilt because you didn't do it and they did deserve it considering what they were going to do to you and what they already did to you and Six in your own neighborhood. I did it to protect you."

Six nods, agreeing with him before turning back to her and touching her cheek softly. "I know it was wrong but he did what had to be done to protect you, okay? None of us want you to feel that guilt anymore. We like you too much to see you suffer, Elle."

"Yeah, way too much." Lloyd confirms.

Elle looks into his Six's eyes, slowly nodding her head before leaning onto him for a hug. She rests her arms around him and buries her head against his neck, softly sobbing.

She's not just sad, but she's scared and terrified. It's like she has no other choice but to accept that this is her world now and there's no going back. There's no way out. She can't get out even if she wants to. She basically sold her soul when she agreed to be the CIA's most valuable asset and their personal weapon. She had no idea what she was signing up for. But on the other hand, she does still want to be here — doing missions and to help this city. At least, she could replace all the bad stuff she did with the good ones she's about to do.

Six wraps his hand around her back and his other hand strokes her head. He could hear her sobbing, even though Lloyd couldn't. She's trying her best to not make a mess of herself. She doesn't want to look weak for them. She is anything but weak, they all know that. She could blow up a whole entire building and fall from it without a single wound. Perhaps, she's just scared of showing her vulnerability to them, seeing as this is the first time. She's never shown her vulnerability to anyone before except for her best friend, but even she doesn't know everything about Elle.

She doesn't like being seen as weak to anyone because her parents used to always call her weak for crying all the time when they were abusing her. Technically, they were experimenting on her, testing out how her body would react to certain injuries. They would constantly call it a science experiment, too. Even when it's not. It was just pure abuse.

That's why it's such a big deal for her when she shows her vulnerability to anyone. Because it means she deeply cares for them and trusts them completely. She has let them see her at her most vulnerable and that means a lot to hdr

Lloyd's hand reaches out to her before pulling it away as soon as he realizes that she's been crying this whole time. Now, he's regretting everything.

"Elle… I'm sorry." He manages to say. It's barely there, it's almost like a whisper but she heard it. Six heard it, too (even he's surprised).

Sorry. He said sorry.

Lloyd has never ever apologized to anyone before. He never felt like he owed anyone an apology. Let alone an actual genuine apology because he's actually feeling bad, for the first time ever in his life. She's not the only one showing her vulnerability, he is too. She did something to him, made him into something he thought he'd never be — a little kinder and some decent humanity in him. Even if it's just for her. At least it's progress.

She slowly pulls away from the hug and looks at Lloyd, with confusion and slight relief. He stares into her eyes that's a little red from crying. But she still looks so fucking beautiful even when she's crying. It's not fair. She sighs softly before her lips grow into a small smile and his heart bruises. "It's okay, Lloyd." she murmurs.

Six tucks her hair under her ear and breaks into a relief smile. "What do you wanna do now? We can do anything you like," he asks her.

Elle's smile turns wider. "Let's go outside. Somewhere with fresher air to clear our minds."

"Like, a park? I know a place." Lloyd suggests.

"Oh, you mean the only park that's inside of a mall, the only one available in Jakarta that's not filled with trash and pollution? Yeah, sure." she sarcastically says.

He lightly chuckles. "That's the only one I know of!" he defends.

She nods, a smile still lingering on her lips. "I know. And it's the only one I like. Can we go there?" Elle asks him with her eyes pleading at him. She's giving him puppy eyes.

Lloyd's face softens, his lips curving into a tiny smile. "Sure. We could go anywhere you want. Go get dressed, I'll get the car ready in ten minutes."

She smiles wider and eagerly nods her head before quickly planting a soft kiss on Six's cheek and walks away from him, stopping beside Lloyd.

"Thank you," she whispers to him before palming his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin as he stares into her eyes, giving her a soft look he's never given anyone before. She could hear his heartbeat, unusually fast which she's never heard before. She has hit him in his soft spot. She's got him where she wants him. She leans closer onto him and kisses his cheek long and slow and affectionately.

She pulls away after a second and smiles at him. "I'll be ready in five minutes." she murmurs softly before walking away from both of them to go back to her room.

As they watch her disappearing into their hallway, Six and Lloyd exchange knowing looks. They both know what they're thinking about.

***

Elle comes out of her bedroom with an orange, floral printed sundress. It's her favorite casual one. She's got a long, white cardigan even though it is 33 degrees outside.

They say nothing as they all get into the elevator that's going right down to the parking basement. The guys stand behind her while she faces the elevator, waiting for it to go down but it will take a while since there's like, 40+ floors in this building.

Lloyd has been too busy with his phone this whole time, texting their driver to arrive on time and haven't had the time to look at her at all. Six approves of it — he likes it, even though he'd be too shy to admit it.

"Take that off." Lloyd demands, all of a sudden.

She frowns confusedly. "What?"

He points his finger to her cardigan. "That. It is way too fucking hot outside for you to wear that. I know you're immune to fire and heat and all but—"

She cuts him off, turning around to him. "Uh, no, I can't. I mean, it's just how I dress when I'm outside. It's the polite way. I can't just go out there without a cardigan wearing this dress." she nervously says.

"So what? You got us." Lloyd confidently says.

She nods. "Exactly. I've got two white guys walking with me in public, wearing a short dress without a cardigan and that would only mean one thing." she assumes.

Six frowns. "That you're…just walking with us without a cardigan?" He assumes, plainly.

She snorts. "No! They would think that I'm a whore. A slut. I've never seen any local girls walk with two white guys in public at once. So they would obviously think—"

Lloyd cuts her off, rolling his eyes. "Who cares what they think?" He walks closer to her in this tiny elevator, "You're not a slut. But you are ours." he whispers before his hands rest on her upper arms as he takes her cardigan off of her shoulders slowly while keeping eye contact.

She gulps. The tension is so thick. They're so close to each other. But anyone could walk into the elevator at any time and ruin this moment. He finally takes it all off and holds her cardigan in his hands. She's even prettier without that. Her shoulders and her collarbone structure are perfect. Her body's very preserved and fit, and sometimes she wonders how, when she's never stepped foot in a gym before — it's part of the experiment, to stop her body from growing but she still wonders.

"Not our slut. Just ours." Six confirms, softly as she meets his eyes.

Elle nods at both of them, taking her cardigan from his hands. "Got it. So, I'll just casually ignore all the dirty looks I'd get and just walk ahead?" she sarcastically says.

She cares too much about what people think of her. Hence why she always chooses to dress politely instead and avoid dirty looks or complaints. It's not like her to just dress however she wants and nor care about anyone or anything at all. But since she's walking with them now, maybe…just maybe, she could feel a little bit more confident than before.

Lloyd nods. "Exactly, sweetheart. You know what I think? They're jealous. They would want two white guys to fuck them at the same time as well and—"

She widens her eyes, her hand jumps to his mouth, covering it. "Lloyd! No. Don't. Plus, we haven't fucked."

Releasing her hand from his mouth, his lips curve into a smirk that's growing wider by the second. He leans into her. "Not yet," he whispers.

And, the elevator dings.

She immediately turns around from them and looks up to the floor number. B2. Basement. They're here.

While it slowly opens, there are some people outside waiting for it and she quickly gets nervous as their eyes drift to the guys and to her. She could already feel the dirty looks they're giving her only.

Fuck. This was a mistake.

Elle steps out of the elevator with her head low as the guys walk behind her, as usual. Six walks closer to her, grabbing her hand and holding it for her comfort. He could sense that she's nervous the second the elevator opened and how those people were looking at her. He usually ignores people and could care less about their dirty looks but she cares. He knows that she cares too much all the time and she can't help it. It's just how she is.

They walk into the parking basement and their car is already right in front of them, with a local driver inside of it and their armed agent in the passenger seat.

She sighs as her eyes glance at the agent and she stops. "Seriously?" she asks, looking over to Lloyd with annoyance.

He shrugs. "What? You still need protection wherever you go. It won't hurt to be safer than sorry." Lloyd defends.

She rolls his eyes. "Fine. It's just kind of annoying. I have you guys already." she mutters while walking to the backseat aa opens the door wide.

Six enters the car first, scotting into the very corner to leave space. Then, she gets in before Lloyd steps into it. They all quickly settle into their seats as she smoothes her dress.

"We're ready to go." Lloyd orders the driver and the car starts to move.

Six still has her hand in his as his thumb strokes her skin gently. Lloyd casually rested his hand over her thigh.

***

She thought malls were way better during the weekdays. A little less crowded and a little more quieter.

Well, she is horribly wrong.

They've walked into a really packed mall with every single eye staring at them. Practically gawking at their every move.

She walks in front of the guys to lead them where she wants to go and they've willingly followed her with no questions asked. They both know that she knows way better than them. Plus, the mall is extremely huge. They'll get lost without her.

She was craving ice cream so she's leading them to the place. She needed something sweet. It usually helps her anxiousness. She's not just anxious about walking through this mall with two white guys behind her and everyone staring at her weirdly, because she was already anxious way before this.

She wanted to go out, to this mall with them, to distract herself. She knows she'll never get over it or forget what he's done for her. She'll remember it for ages. It'll stick in her head like glue.

But, she'll never tell them. She knows what they're gonna say over and over again. That it was for her protection and all that. She gets that, she knows that there was no other way but she can never forget that she's the reason they're dead. The reason that their family is grieving over their death. The reason that the local police are working hard to find the murderer. The reason that maybe, Lloyd could get in some real trouble with the CIA for what he's done. For her.

It's all because of her. She's the main reason for it all. So, she keeps thinking of herself as the problem. But she's not the problem, though. She's just a victim, caught up in this fucked-up and twisted world of murder that she didn't ask to be in it in the first place.

"Thank you!" Elle thanks the seller with a wide smile on her lips as he hands her a strawberry ice cream cone while giving him the money.

Lloyd and Six stand behind her with amused looks. They both already know her too well and her sweet tooth.

She turns around to them while they're still standing inside the quiet shop. She grips the ice cream cone steadily and takes her first bite.

Lloyd grimaces at that. "How the fuck do you bite ice cream? They're supposed to be licked."

She shrugs. "I can't feel how cold it is and it'll melt less quickly."

"Hm. Good point, I suppose. But it's still weird to see someone bite an ice cream. Might want to keep a low profile here, no?"

"No one will think too much about it. And plus, since when were you ever worried about being discreet?" she casually says, scoffing gently before taking another huge bite of her ice cream.

Lloyd knows what she's referring to but he didn't think that she'd bring it up right now, when they're out in public, in an ice cream shop — out of all places. And…he thought that she forgot about it already. Or at least won't think or talk about it anymore. He thought he resolved all this already back at the penthouse. Guess not.

Six quietly looks at him and they both share confused looks while she continues to focus on biting her ice cream. They're thinking about the same thing. They both also thought that she wouldn't mention it again or even bring it up. They also thought that she was feeling better after that whole sob moment in their kitchen and that was why she wanted to go out.

"Where do you wanna go now?" Six asks her and she looks up at him from her ice cream.

She stares blankly at him. "I don't know, actually."

"Do you wanna go shopping?" Lloyd offers as she glances at him and quickly shakes her head.

"Nope. I'm good. I, uh, shop too much most of the time." Elle confesses.

He smirks at her. "There's no such thing as shopping too much, sweetheart. Look, I'm here with you now and I could buy whatever you want. You know, to make you feel better." he says in a cocky but soft tone.

To make her feel better for what she's just found out about what he did. But she doesn't want a distraction. Shopping isn't a healthy distraction. She knows that all too well.

She scoffs at him and Six glares at him.

Lloyd frowns at both of them. "What? What did I say wrong?"

"Money can't buy happiness, Lloyd. Trust me, I've tried it. After my parents moved to Bali when I was eighteen, they left me with a lot of money. I tried doing everything. Shopping, included. But it never helped. It just made me wasteful." she tells him.

He scoffs casually. "You can never be wasteful if you have too much money. And I have—"

Six cuts him off before he says more wrong things again. "We can do something else. Are there any fun things to do here?"

She nods at him and smiles. "Yeah. There's bowling here."

Lloyd snorts. "Oh, come on. Are you kidding me? Six, do you even know how to play that? I don't even know—we don't do that shit. Let's just do something simple. Like, lunch. It's almost 12 anyway. And I need a drink." he declares before pausing and looking at her, "Plus, you haven't eaten properly yet, Elle. You need to eat. I care more about your well-being than anything else." he adds.

Clearly.

Elle stares at his eyes and nods. "Okay. I'll finish this ice cream and then we can decide what to eat later. I'm not picky, so what would you guys like to eat?"

Six shrugs, keeping his eyes on her. "I'm okay with anything. We could even try some Indonesian food? We've never tried anything other than Chinese or pizza takeouts."

She nods at him, biting her ice cream again. "That's a good idea. Lloyd, are you okay with that?" she asks, glancing at him.

Lloyd nods, humming in response. "Of course. Anything you want, Sunshine. We want to make you happy." he replies, walking over to her as he puts his shoulder around her arm.

She frowns, scrunching her nose. "You don't need to do anything more. I am content already." Elle confirms.

He gives her a satisfied half-smile before his mouth leans over to her ear. "You'll see tonight, just how happy you'll be, with us." Lloyd whispers to her in his bedroom voice — all raspy and sexy.

She almost chokes on her ice cream as she slightly widens her eyes, looking away from both of them. She swallows thickly before thinking of all the ways they'd make her happy tonight because she knows how good they are at making her feel good and they've proven it more than once. They're probably the only guys in her life who know what they're doing when it comes to satisfying women. She's never felt more satisfied when she's with them, compared to all the other guys she's ever been with. She does know that she's lucky to have them, as a partner in bed and in the field.

Quickly, She remembers that she's still in a public place right now and she's never thought of these kinds of things outside. She's usually so controlled. She snaps herself out of her wild thoughts and comes back to reality.

Six noticed the difference in her body language and he already knows that Lloyd must've whispered something dirty in her ears. He knows both of them too fucking well that he'd know it's them even if he couldn't see or hear them.

Elle's lips tug into an easy smile, looking over at them. "Right. So, um," she clears her throat and they both could see that her cheeks are blushing pink. "Well, let's, uh, go have lunch. I know a restaurant."

Lloyd nods, smiling down at her. "Find a quiet one. We both don't like crowded and loud spaces. It's obnoxious." He refers to him and Six.

Of course they hate it. They kill people for a living and having to see loud annoying people in public makes them have a strong urge to just pull out their guns and murder them — to be clear, Six didn't bring a gun but Lloyd did. He needed to be cautious. This place isn't exactly safe to him. And even though he has a living weapon right beside him, always ready to blow up shit, he still can't afford to be powerless.

She frowns, glancing at him. "If you haven't noticed yet, everything's crowded here, Lloyd. We'd be lucky just to find one empty table for all three of us in one of these restaurants."

"Well, if you haven't noticed either, money could buy anything in this city. Nearly everything. Even people." Lloyd states, as a matter of fact, proving his point that this city is too corrupted in every way possible.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully. "Fine. Just this one time, I'm letting you do that. Because I am super hungry right now."

It wouldn't be the first time he's bought or bribed people in this city, during this week. It was even too cheap for him because of the currency and all that. But he'd never tell her that. He should probably stop confessing things about him before she changes her mind and leaves him because of everything. Maybe—just maybe, deep inside, he's scared that she'd leave him, leave them. He can't even begin to imagine or fathom having to spend the rest of these next months without having her with him. Not only that she's a really damn good weapon out in the field, but she's the only one he wants and he won't let her go so easily. He wants to keep her, fuck her, protect her and hold her for as long as he can.

His lips turn into a smug smile, before removing his arm from hers and moving it to her hand. He holds her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers and she leans into his touch and his rare affectionateness. She knew that he wasn't into displaying affection in public and all that crap, so she's surprised that he's doing this now. He isn't even used to affection in private, he likes to keep his personal space to himself and hates the idea of being touched too much in an intimate way.

He's different now. Very fucking different.

"Alright, let's go. Finish your ice cream faster, sweetheart." Lloyd declares before they all proceed to exit the small shop.

***

She was right.

Everything was packed and nearly every single restaurant needed a waiting list due to the overwhelming amount of customers who wanted to dine in. It was chaos.

But, thankfully, Lloyd was also right.

Money can buy everyone in this city. And, apparently, a nice quiet table in a private room with no interruptions as well, in one of the fancy and known restaurants in this mall. It's a little dark here but it's peaceful.

Of course, she could still hear everything from outside with her hearing but she's still trying to block them out.

"This is fancy." Elle remarks, after settling on one of the chairs in this huge table.

Lloyd and Six take a seat between her because that's how it's always supposed to be. Her between them.

She looks around the menus and already knows what she wants to eat and drink. She's never been here before, but the menu seems the same compared to any other Indonesian restaurants around here. Nothing new for her.

"What're you guys ordering?" she asks them, her eyes glancing between them.

Six leans into his seat while reading through the menu quietly and deciding that she knows better. He ditches the menu and darts his eyes to hers. "I'll have what you have. I know you'll have the best." he tells her.

Elle nods. "Okay, then." She turns to Lloyd and looks at him curiously. He's staring at the menu, confusedly because he doesn't know what to order either. But he doesn't want to admit that he needs her help in deciding which food is good.

"I can help you, you know. I know what will taste good for you." she offers.

Lloyd finally looks up from his menu and stares at her with a smirk on his lips. "Yeah. You." he teases loudly.

She giggles, shaking her head. "No! Oh, come on. We're in a public place. And this is the second time you've teased me now. Is it always going to be like this when we're out?"

Six quietly shakes his head. "He enjoys it."

"Yeah, because I like seeing the look on her face. And I know what my words do to her. She's turned on." Lloyd accuses.

Elle widens her eyes. "No! Fuck, no. We shouldn't even be talking about this here."

He cocks his head to the side and his smirk turns into a smile. "No one's here but us, Elle. The room's soundproof as well. Probably. If not, I'll just pay for their silence." Lloyd says, way too casually and easy.

She frowns. "Seriously? No, come on. You can't just keep bribing people here, Lloyd. I only let you do that earlier because you didn't exactly buy anyone. There was this room available and you waved that black color card of yours to the manager. If you keep buying people, proving even more that the corruption here is very much real, then what's the point of me? I wanted to fix all the corruption by joining the CIA."

His face turns stern. "I know. But you can't…fix everything. There's too much corruption here. I told you day one, that you can't be a hero. It's impossible to do that in a city like this." he says in a not-so harsh tone.

Six sighs, not knowing what to say. He knows Lloyd is right. He's seen the corruption in this city, first-hand. But he also understands her urge to save this city from all the corruption. She thinks she owes it to herself. He could see why she wants to be the hero of it all even if no one will know she's the one who did it because all the credit will go to Denny and the CIA. He knew from the start that she's a good person, despite knowing her actions back then. He saw it in her eyes the first time he saw her, in that bar.

She's compassionate. Sympathetic. Gracious. She'll help anyone who needs help, no matter who they are. She wants to save a city who can't even be saved. She's ambitious. A little too much, sometimes.

Six leans closer to her chair and her before tucking her hair under her ear. "Hey, guys, let's just…not talk about work for this one time, yeah? We can talk about all this later. And, no, I'm not on anyone's side. Leave it."

She huffs, turning to him. Her lips form into a thin line and a small smile. "Fine. And, I didn't come here with you both to argue. Or even at home. I don't want to argue there either. I just…want you," she turns back to Lloyd and looks at him seriously. "To respect what I'm trying to do even if you think it's impossible or pointless. Because that's what partners do. They support and respect each other no matter fucking what and—"

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Wait. You think we're…partners? I don't think I've ever had one before. In missions or in my personal life." he realizes.

She furrows her brows. "You've never had girlfriends before?"

He shakes his head and laughs. "No. Fuck partners, sure. But they don't live with me or sleep in my bed. I don't like the clingy ones."

Her lips grow to a soft smile before placing her hand on top of his that's on the table. "Well, I think we're equal partners. We work together, live together and we sleep—well, we will sleep together. And at some point, in one bed too. You'll just have to get used to me, Hansen." Elle softens her tone before darting her eyes at their hands still touching and he hasn't moved it an inch yet.

He is starting to get used to her already. He hates clingy and touchy women, but here he is anyway. He's letting her touch him however and whenever she wants. To be fair, he'd let her do anything to him and it won't make him angry or frustrated — it won't change a single thing of what he feels for her. He doesn't even know exactly what he feels for her. It's too complicated. Feelings are complicated, especially for him, who's never felt these kinds of feelings for anyone at all.

"Wouldn't be a problem, sunshine." Lloyd quickly responds, a proud smile lingering on his lips. For her.

***

After their lunch, she wanted to go on a walk around the mall. But, just the park.

She loves seeing the people here. Children, elderly people, couples, who are all just enjoying their time here.

She likes seeing what she'll never get. A husband. An off-spring. Getting old. She will never have all that. No matter how many spells or formulas she tried. She's solved it already long ago, and the answer is she's stuck with her condition forever with no other solutions. Maybe she could find a husband one day, but it's highly impossible to have one when most men here want a wife who could actually procreate.

She's accepted it, of course. If not, she wouldn't still be here and try to live her life as long as now. At least, she's not alone anymore. She has partners who know everything about her and haven't judged her for it. They'd do anything to protect her and keep her happy and safe.

Lloyd has been seemingly sweet. He hasn't let her hand go ever since they left the restaurant. Maybe it's a way of protecting her, if something happens then he could easily shove her behind him with his hand. Or he's being possessive. He is a possessive man. No one touches what belongs to him. Except for Six, of course. He's the only exception.

Maybe, he wants to show people that she's with him already. It seems to be already working, at least for him. The women no longer stare at him like a piece of meat or try to get close to him anymore, not like last time. It's better this way. He likes having her with him. Just like this.

Six doesn't hold her hand, though. He just walks beside her and a little behind to check her surroundings, just in case. Anything could happen in a public place like this and he can't turn a blind eye just because this isn't a mission. Plus, he knows it's going to be quite a scene if they both hold her hands at the same time. She won't like how they'd stare at her and he knows that. He knows her.

"Hey, do you want anything while we're still here? Another ice cream, perhaps?" Lloyd offers her, slowing down in his steps.

They stop at a spot next to a pond of fishes and a bunch of children playing around it.

Elle turns to him while Six stand behind her. "No, I'm good. Do you need to go inside?" she asks him.

Lloyd nods, looking around him. "Yeah. I just need to get a few things. But I promise, I will be quick." he swears. He doesn't want to be here too long anyway.

When he says a few things, he means a lot of things. He needs to do a little shopping for himself and Six. They need new shirts and pants. For work and for home. Maybe some new kitchen appliances, too. For her, since he remembers that she loves cooking in her free time. But probably some clothes for her, as well. He knows she said she doesn't want to shop but technically, he's the one doing it, not her so it doesn't really count as her unhealthy addiction or whatever she's calling it.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I could help you if you need some translating." she kindly offers.

"Oh, I'm not going to any local shops." he casually says before turning to her and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "Okay, I will be right back. Six, take care of her and hold her hand." Lloyd tells him, glaring at him.

Six quietly chuckles before nodding. "Alright. Be quick." he simply says.

"Of course. Don't go anywhere too far." Lloyd replies while turning around from them as he slowly walks towards the far direction of the door to the mall inside.

As they both watch him disappear into the crowd, Six steps closer to her. She quickly turns to him and her lips stretch into the happiest smile he's ever seen on her. The afternoon sun glows on her hair and her big, brown eyes. She holds his hands between them while staring into his eyes. They stand between the crowd as they hear lots of people talking around them but they're focusing on each other.

So fucking beautiful.

"Why didn't you hold my hand?" Elle softly asks.

Six frowns. "I didn't want to cause a scene that you didn't want."

She shakes her head, "I don't really care about that anymore. I'm just happy to be here. With the both of you. Who knows when else we'll ever get a chance to relax like this? You know, between missions."

"Elle…about that. Yesterday, during the mission, I was cold to you. And I didn't mean it. I'm just not used to having a partner on a mission who I have to talk to and work together with. But I am glad that I do now. So, I'm sorry. I can't promise you that I won't always be like that but—" Six apologizes to her, gently.

She gulps, remembering yesterday. She was scared of him, seeing him like that. He didn't even look at her like he's usually looking at her. He always looks at her with his gaze softened and his face relaxed because he's glad to have met her and have her here. He's also always secretly admiring how she effortlessly looks so gorgeous all the time, without even trying. He enjoys watching her face, even her bare face. He's always quietly appreciating her even when she doesn't know it or isn't aware of it.

She cuts him off, resting her hands on his shoulders. "It's not your fault, Six. You were trained that way. You're not obligated to treat me like you always treat me during missions. It's okay…to do that when we're on a serious and critical mission. Don't get distracted if I get hurt, I'll always heal. I'd want you to focus as hard as you can to finish the mission. Our mission."

Six almost can't believe that she is accepting him for who he is, something no one has ever done in his entire life. Not even the closest people he was with. And she wants him to be unfazed if she gets injured during missions. That, he could do. But only if she wasn't really grievously injured. He can be uncaring while doing his job, but he could get compromised anytime once he sees her hurt. He can't even bear to see her hurt even if she could take it and she'd heal in a second.

He lets out a sigh of relief before his lips slowly turn into a smile. A genuine, real smile that shows he's grateful for all this and for her. For understanding him, like no one ever has. He knows that she's an understanding person, always being sensitive towards anyone she cares about. Sometimes, he feels like he doesn't deserve her and her compassion and her unconditional kindness to him. Because after all the shit he's done in his life.

Six closes the gap between them and his palm brushes her cheek. She leans into his touch, closing her eyes for a split second and trying to ignore all the noise around them along with the people staring at them. She just tries to focus on him instead, staring into his eyes like nothing else matters anymore. Like they're the only two people here and the rest doesn't matter.

His eyes drop to her lips and then back to her eyes, studying all her features again until he memorizes it in his head over and over. "Partners, right?" Six murmurs softly.

She nods her head happily and smiles wider than ever. Her dimples, her teeth are all showing as he takes in all her beauty. "Yeah, partners." she whispers back, very obviously staring down at his lips as she bites her lower lip to hold back her desire to kiss him right here and right now.

She can't.

He smiles again and chuckles. "I like seeing you nervous like this." he teases before leaning closer onto her, his lips an inch from hers but she immediately turns her face away.

She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but we can't. Not here. Not now."

Six nods, agreeing with her. "Alright," he whispers and before she could even protest, he gently grabs her arm to pull her closer to him. He presses his lips against her temple as she laughs again. He loves hearing her laugh. It's such a genuine and happy sound. It's so real. She's the most real thing that he has in his life.

She looks up at him. "Let's just…walk around until Lloyd comes back. I'd like to go home after this." Elle tells him.

He hums in response, his eyes staring down her face softly as he watches her face slowly light up and a smile touches her lips again. He leans into her ears and whispers, "Me too, Elle."

At least one of their problems is solved.

***

Lloyd walks out of the mall with dozens of shopping bags in his hands and a bad mood.

He'd been buying a bunch of stuff for almost an hour now and he hates that it took so long. He didn't mean to leave both of them for this long. He knows waiting sucks.

Elle had texted him a few minutes ago that she wanted to go home after he came back. He guessed that she was starting to get bored in this boring mall.

It is boring for him. But then again, every single thing bores him way too easily. Maybe, except for her.

He's going to spend the next few months living in one place and sleeping with only one woman. He's never done that before. He hated the concept of it alone. Yet, he still finds himself wanting to try it. With her. And him. Though, they're not all in a relationship together, they kinda are. Six is his only real friend that he's ever had and they're…in a friendship. They both work together as well. They're sharing her, too. So it's sort-of a relationship in some way.

Lloyd's eyes searched for her through the crowd of people out in the lobby of the mall, where she told him they were. But he doesn't see them, at all.

These people are all standing outside here to wait for their cars or other vehicles. It is a flood of people. He can't see shit through any of them. Especially when most of them have all their eyes on him.

He sighs, taking his phone out of his pocket and clicking on her name in his call history of many other calls with her before. He calls her a lot. She's the only name in his call history. To be fair, she's the only number in his contact (and Denny and Six) — he bought himself and Six a new phone once they found out they'd be staying here for long.

Before the call even connects, he feels a tap on his shoulder from behind and he already knows who it is.

Elle and Six are standing behind him, with his hand holding onto hers, just like what Lloyd told him to earlier. She has a happy smile on her lips and he's guessing that they've resolved their issues from yesterday's mission. Six doesn't look as stoic as usual. He's trying to hide the smile on his lips. But from the look of his face, he is relaxed and Lloyd has never seen him like this before.

"Hi, sorry, we were wandering around the park too much." She apologizes sweetly, an innocent smile still lingering on her lips.

Lloyd's lips quirk into a small smile at her. "I got something for you. I want you to see it later, at home." he tells her.

She blinks at him curiously as they both watch her smile widen. She tilts her head to the side and frowns. "What is it? Tell me!" she urges.

He shakes his head, letting out a hearty laugh at her reaction. He sure loves getting a reaction out of her. He enjoys it. "No, no. Wait till we get home." Lloyd insists.

She rolls her eyes. "What's with the suspense, anyway?" she asks.

His eyes stare at her intently. "It's something special. I don't want to show it here or in the car."

Six frowns. "What is it, Lloyd?" he asks too, growing curious.

Lloyd shakes his head at their curiosity. "I'm not telling until we get home." He still doesn't want to tell them, yet.

"Is it clothes? Or, some kind-of sexy lingerie for me to wear? I am not wearing it if you're the one buying it." Elle tries to guess, her index finger pointing at him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes playfully. "No, it's not. But, I did buy you some clothes. Appropriate ones, of course. You'll need them for missions later on." he informs her.

Her face lights up and her lips stretch into a smile again. "Aw, that's sweet. And thoughtful. Thank you, Lloyd. But still, what is the gift?"

"Still not answering. And, our car's here. Let's go." Lloyd tells them, looking back at their car.

Six lunges forward and grabs half of the shopping bags from his hands, wordlessly.

Elle walks beside Lloyd and holds his free hand while they all approach the car waiting for them.

***

Stepping into the penthouse, Lloyd immediately drops all the shopping bags onto the floor. He lies down on the couch and closes his eyes for a minute.

He's tired. Turns out, shopping in a crowded mall is even more tiring than all the missions he's been on.

Well, it might be a bit of an exaggeration. He has been through worse missions that lasted for days and days.

Six and Elle exchange confused looks before she slowly walks to him as she takes off her shoes.

She sits in the empty space on the couch, right next to him. She leans down and brushes his hair from his face. She presses a soft kiss on his temple.

"If you're tired, take a nap. I'm gonna go for an afternoon swim. I think I need a little exercise." she gently says while her fingers stroke his face.

He opens his eyes, resting his hand above his head. "I'm not tired. But, I do have to give you the gift you've been waiting for." Lloyd murmurs, faintly.

She chuckles. "You know, you didn't have to. I don't need expensive gifts from you. I don't need anything, really."

"Well, I like…giving. You know that."

Six walks to them with one of the shopping bags in his hand and it's the smallest one from all the other ones. He knew which one it was from the brand name on the bag. It's a jewelry shop. He hasn't opened it yet.

He hands it to her and sits in front of her. This couch fits all three of them even if it's a little bit of a stretch and Lloyd has to scoot over for them.

Her eyes examine the bag before a smile touches her lips. She looks at Lloyd with admiration in her eyes. She's never given him this look before. He's seen her angry look, her frustrated look, her irritated look, her turned-on look but never this look. This is rare.

"Open it." Lloyd softly demands.

She nods, getting her hand inside the bag before taking a tiny box out. It's a white velvet box and she opens it, revealing a gold necklace with an oval locket and a small, white gemstone pendant in the middle of it. It's not that big, it's just perfect for the size of her neck. It's easier to hide inside her shirt too so she won't get robbed or something — it happens in this city more often than anyone thinks.

Elle glances at him and smiles, letting out a soft laugh. "A locket? It's beautiful, but why a locket?" she asks him.

Lloyd's lips slowly form into a smile. "To put a location tracker inside it. So if in any circumstances where you're kidnapped or tortured, I could know exactly where you are. I'm not trying to control you, it's just for your safety. I can't always know where you are and it kills me to know if you're in danger and I can't fucking save you. We just want to see you safe, that's all."

Six quietly chuckles. It's a nice gesture and it's the perfect way to keep her safe, in which he wants more than anything too. He just won't ever say it out loud. To not complicate things with her. There are some things about him that are just better to be unsaid. She doesn't need to know all the gory details. She doesn't need to know everything. She wouldn't be able to take it.

She frowns. "Well, that is sweet of you. So, thank you. And…" she leans closer onto his face, "I don't really need you to save me. I can save myself. You both know that already. I'll just blow their heads off." she casually says before darting her eyes to Six.

Six smiles warmly at her. Lloyd lets out a proud laugh as he smirks at her.

"Good girl. You remembered what I taught you." he says in a smug tone, that smirk of his still lingering.

"Put it on for me," Elle softly murmurs, slowly retreating from him.

Lloyd nods before sitting up from his position and moving to settle behind her. She carefully takes the necklace out from the box, her eyes still admiring the details of it. She hands it to him from behind with caution.

She doesn't recall when's the last time anyone has ever given her a sweet gift like this. Even though it is for the sake of the mission. It's their mission to keep her safe, technically. But she knows it's not just about that. She can feel that they want her safe because of their own sakes too. Without even having to read their mind or feel their emotions.

He takes the necklace into his hands as she brushes her long hair to her side. Lloyd unclasps the necklace latch before placing it on her neck and interlocking the clasp with his calloused fingers.

She breathes out softly, reaching her hand to the necklace on her neck and feeling it against her chest. "I like it. It feels nice. Don't think I've ever worn a necklace gifted by someone. It feels special. Precious."

She is precious to them.

Six's eyes observe the necklace on her neck and an easy smile tugs on his lips. "It is. Almost like someone I know." he comments.

She gasps. "Are you saying that I'm an object just like this necklace?" she jokingly accuses.

Lloyd lets out a genuine, loud laugh. Six laughs, as well, just quieter than his. She follows their laughter. Their happiness echoes through the whole penthouse. This place wasn't supposed to be their home, but now it is. They're the ones making it feel like home.

Six pulls her by her hands to get closer to him and she giggles, before pressing her lips against his in a soft kiss.

"You've kissed her too much today. It's my turn." Lloyd complains from behind.

Elle laughs again, rolling her eyes playfully. "Guess he wants his turn now," she whispers against Six's lips before they both break the kiss together.

She turns around to Lloyd and rests her hand on his chest. "You know, for the record, we didn't kiss back at the mall. I didn't want to cause a scene."

"You could've sneaked into the bathroom," he suggests.

"We're not like that." she quickly replies.

"What, risky? Didn't he finger you back at that bar in the bathroom?" Lloyd taunts her, as usual.

She widens her eyes and hits his shoulder as softly as possible. "Lloyd! Oh, please. That was a different time. I was…a little drunk and way too loosened up. I wanted to forget about my guilt."

Lloyd gives her a short and understanding nod. "Got it. Speaking of, how do you sleep every night? I mean, do you take any sleeping pills?" he asks, out of the blue.

She shakes her head. "No. I never have. They don't really sell a lot of good sleeping pills here. Most are imported and really hard to find."

"Hm. So, how much would you have to take for it to work for you? 10 pills? 20?" he asks.

"Around five or seven is fine to not overdo it. I wouldn't want to sleep for days. But, why are you asking?" she asks him back.

"I have a prescription. It's just for relaxing your nerves, though. But it could help you. It could really help you relax." Lloyd tells her in a genuine and soft tone that he's only using at this moment because he cares.

She sighs, drifting her eyes away for a split second before looking back at him. "I'll… think about it." she pauses, "Anyhow, I'm not gonna swim because I have some other things in mind for this afternoon."

Lloyd lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Like what?" he asks, his lips curve into a smirk. Again.

She turns to Six and glances at both of them before smiling widely. "I'm gonna cook a nice meal. For all of us. We've never really used that dining table. And it's been such a long time since I've sat down with someone and had dinner with them."

Lloyd and Six never even had that with someone. A nice and normal dinner with people they care about. Almost like a family.

"I'd love that." Six agree.

Lloyd doesn't say anything, instead he just grabs her face and kisses her as passionately as possible. She kisses him slowly but he intensifies the kiss even deeper and tries to devour every inch of her mouth. She moans softly against his mouth while Six quietly watches them.

She whimpers, bracing her hands against his chest. "Need to get supplies. Or I'm never making this dinner." she says against his lips.

Lloyd groans, cupping her cheeks before having to pull himself from her lips. He frowns at her. "What am I gonna do now?"

Elle giggles. "I don't know, take a cold shower? You had a long day and it was so hot outside." she suggests, plainly and innocently.

He nods. "Right. A cold shower. Good idea." he says, looking at the man beside her. "Six, go take her grocery shopping downstairs. She can't go alone." Lloyd sternly orders.

She groans, rolling her eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me—"

Six cuts her off with a soft laugh. "He's right. Anything could happen. We're just trying to protect you." he gently says.

She looks at him with a smile. "Okay, okay. Fine. Let's go, then." she declares, standing up with him.

***

The smell of the food she's cooking spreads through the whole kitchen and living room. It already smells delicious. It smells like herbs, lemon, cheese and flour.

Lloyd and Six prepare the dining table that was empty before. It's located right behind the TV in the living room. It's a long, brown table with lots of white chairs. The view of the whole city is right beside it.

They never even touched this table before.

She focuses on making the food as perfect as possible. Because she's a perfectionist. She always needs to make sure everything she does is perfect and neat and controlled.

She's cooking homemade carbonara pasta from scratch — the one and only big dish that she won't fail. She does enjoy cooking but she usually cooks for herself and with simple meals only. And here in the penthouse, they've only ever gotten take-outs and more take-outs. She cooks breakfast for them sometimes but not that often.

This is different. What they have. It's more than just partners between teammates. Or just an itch to scratch at the end of the day after a tense mission. It's exclusive. Rare. Special. With Lloyd and Six, they would never in a million years do this with anyone else. Especially someone who's associated with the mission. Their mission. It gets rather complicated and messy. But it's a risk they're willing to take, for her.

From a distance, she could hear them bicker and slightly argue about which tablecloth to use. She bought a lot of choices for it. Lloyd keeps on saying that he knows the best design that goes with the color of the table. And Six is avoiding any argument with him but he's still trying to explain that whichever works for any table. Because it's just a goddamn table.

She shakes her head at that, smiling to herself before lowering the heat on the stove to make sure she could leave it for just a second.

She walks to the corner of the kitchen and peaks her head to look at them through the extra long space between the kitchen and the living room until the dining table. She leans herself onto the window and crosses her arms against her chest. Her eyes examine both men who are trying to pick which tablecloth to use while also placing them on the table. They both are showered and neat already, wearing the most comfortable clothes she's ever seen on them. They're getting… cozy.

"It doesn't matter which tablecloth you guys end up using. But once you're done choosing, can you set up the cutlery, please?" Elle requests.

Lloyd and Six immediately turned to her, dropping whatever tablecloth they were holding onto. Their focus fixates on her and suddenly they forgot what they were even talking about a second ago. She's wearing a shorter dress than earlier, a red and white flowy dress that has little flowers imprinted on it. It's a dress that Lloyd just bought for her earlier. That gold necklace is still clinging onto her neck and she hasn't taken it off at all. She even showered with it. It's like a new body part of hers, attaching itself on her skin. She's going to wear it all the time and never take it off now.

"Six doesn't get it, the design is—" Lloyd begins.

He cuts him off. "We're never going to finish setting the table if we keep arguing about the same thing." Six flatly says.

Lloyd finally nods, "Fine. Wait, which cutlery do you want us to use?" he asks her.

She rolls her eyes, throwing her head back. "Oh my god. Lloyd! Just pick whatever. Jeez." She laughs softly, "You know, it doesn't matter to me at all, which design or color you use or what table we even use. Because it's the people and the food that make it an actual dinner. It's what makes a home, a home." She makes a good point.

He tilts his head to the side, shocked with her speech. She is right. She always is. No matter how many times he'd argue with her, she'll always win the argument. Because she actually makes a valid point and it's agreeable. Even to him. He's never lost an argument or a debate with anyone, but yet with her, he'd let her win even if she wasn't right.

"Silverware it is." Lloyd declares and Six snorts, shaking his head.

"You are right. This place…it already feels like home. But it's only because of you, you know." Six agrees with her, as usual. In his eyes, she'll always be right.

Elle looks at him from afar and manages to stare into his eyes, before her lips turn into a cheery smile. Her smile is the best thing they've ever seen. Too cute. Too bright.

"Yeah, I know I'm right. Now, go back to setting the table. Dinner's almost ready and we'll need a table." she demands in a bossy tone. But still cute.

The men both nod in sync before taking a moment to stare at her for a while. Now, she's smiling at both of them, being grateful for this very rare moment she gets to share with them. She's practically glowing even though it's already dark outside. She brightens up the whole room, the whole penthouse. Just with her presence.

"Yes, ma'am. We're on it." Lloyd tells her.

"We'll get it done." Six adds before grabbing the tablecloth from the table and tossing it to him.

She gives them a short nod, knowing that they'll do it right on time. They'll always do right by her, no matter what.

***

Dinner has been finally served and they're all sat at the dining table altogether.

Elle is sitting at the head of the table with Lloyd and Six on each side of her.

They slowly consume the food as she casually eats it, knowing exactly how it tastes already and it's perfect. Six quietly enjoy the food, admiring how good of a cook she actually is. Lloyd, all of a sudden, softly moans, enjoying the food way too much.

"How'd you get it so fucking creamy?" he asks her, slowly.

She looks at him and laughs, her cheeks blushing. "It's an authentic carbonara pasta. I didn't use any cream. But yes, it is creamy, anyhow. It's perfect, right? I mean, I didn't overdo it or anything, right?" Elle asks them, almost anxiously. They both sensed her tone.

It's so like her to worry about little things. She worries that she can't do one simple thing and fail at it. She doubts herself a lot, most of the time. She always worries about failure. Of being a failure. Even when she's not. She does everything perfectly all the time.

Six glances at her and frowns. "What are you talking about? The food is amazing. You did it right." He praises her, softly.

Lloyd nods, still munching the food while chewing with his mouth closed. "Yeah. And even if the food wasn't good, we'll still appreciate it. No one has ever cooked for us like this." he casually says.

Her eyes darted to them and slowly smiled at their words. Those are the most honest and sweetest things anyone has ever said to her. The truth has always been painful for her to hear, but this time, only this time, it isn't. She's finally met someone who accepts her dark parts and embraces it and is still with her until now. From the start, they knew what she was capable of, what she had done in that lab. Yet, they didn't treat her like an actual weapon, for once.

She deserves them. She only wants them. They're the only ones that she'll ever feel secure and protected with. She has always

had to protect herself and the people around her. But not anymore now. She has them.

She nods, spreading her hand out to each of their hands and holding them tightly. Lloyd's hand squeezes her and gives her a short, assuring smile. His smile is usually not so comforting given how he always uses it to threaten people, but this time, it's almost comforting for her. To know that his smile is real and it's only for her. The only genuine smile he's ever given anyone in his whole life. She's the reason he can finally give an actual smile. That means a lot. Everything.

Six's fingers caressed her hand, gazing into her eyes deeply. He is enjoying every single second of this moment. The peace, the atmosphere, the place and them. The only two people whom he trusts in this entire world. He doesn't trust anyone. Trust could get him compromised. This is the only exception, though. He doesn't just trust them, he lets them in and leans on them. Something he has never done before for years working as an assassin.

"I am so glad that the CIA assigned you both. And that you," She tilts her head to Lloyd and looks at him, "Had decided to go to that bar. That I went to. If only, you guys didn't meet me at that bar then…"

"Something worse could've happened. We would probably have to track you and drag you or maybe even kidnap you, then force you to work with us. Wouldn't have gone well." Lloyd assumes.

Elle breaks into a laugh, shaking her head as she smiles so widely. "No, you wouldn't even have the chance to drag me. I'd rip your pretty head off with my bare hands. And maybe, with Six, I'd just rip his heart out. Less painful. And he gets to keep his pretty face."

He frowns, offended. "Hey! Why do you always choose him! It's not fair. You know, technically, I set my eyes on you first. You bumped into me in that bar. And then we had a little intense staring moment before Six interfered because he thought I was groping a girl."

Six laughs softly, not being so quiet anymore. He's never laughed this loose before. "Well, I heard some gruesome stories about you before that. That you were a sociopath."

Lloyd gives him a nod of agreement, very casually. "True. But, I'm not a rapist or some sexual offender. No, those are for low class sociopaths. And ugly ones. They can't get girls so they force them. Fucking pathetic. I enjoy killing rapists, I'll admit. It feels a little good to get rid of one less horrible human being in the world."

Her eyes look at him curiously. "I want to do that too, you know. Do something a little bad to do some good. Well, it's not that good, murder is still wrong. But…I have to stop living in a fucking bubble and start snapping back to reality. I'm associated with the CIA now and I wanted it. So, Lloyd, what you did for me was still wrong but I get it now. I see it in your eyes. It was purely for my protection. You were scared when I showed up all bloody, last week. So you did what I would've done if someone had hurted the ones I care about." Elle admits.

He gives her a relieved smile as his hand brushes her cheek. "I told you. I do care. For you." Lloyd repeats.

She nods, her lips tug into a smile for him before glancing at Six. She already knows that he'd do the same for her. He cares about her equally as Lloyd. She's not just a mission for them. She's so much more than that. She's the most precious thing that's ever happened in both of their lives. She's the only light in their darkness. Their only hope.

"Right. Well, let's finish the food before it gets cold. We're gonna watch a movie after this. With popcorn, of course." She announces with the biggest smile on her lips. She loves movies a lot.

Six and Lloyd chuckle in sync. Movies are her thing. They just follow along. Whatever she wants. She's happy, they're happy. It's almost simple.

"Again? We did that last night!" Lloyd complains, "No, I mean, I'm not complaining. It's a good thing. It could be our thing." he adds.

She opens her mouth and smiles. "Yes! Movie night! It's going to be our thing. That's nice. I've never…yeah."

She's never had a family to do everything with. Watching movies, setting the table, cooking together, walking outside, and having a nice and peaceful dinner together. She's always done all that alone. She never got close enough with her previous boyfriends. It was mostly for the sex and the company. But it was never anything intimate or affectionate. She's avoided that. She never felt right with anyone she's ever dated. She never leaned on them for comfort.

Until now, that is. She trusts them with her life. She'd also do anything to protect them. She'd walk through fire for them — which she could do and still be fine afterwards. They'd do anything for each other. Even if it's dangerous.

Lloyd grabs her hand and kisses it softly. "I've never had that either. Six, too."

Six nods, agreeing with him. "Yeah. But we have that now. Right?" he murmurs.

Elle's eyes stare at both of their eyes before bursting into a soft laugh, nodding her head. She's never been this content in her whole fucking life. She even thought that she didn't deserve any of it. A family, happiness, simple little things in life and a normal life. This isn't exactly a normal life but it's somewhat normal. It's the most normal they'll have.

"We do. It's ours now. Our thing." she says in a gentle and soothing voice. Her smile is quite literally brightening up the dining table under the warm light of the chandelier.

***

She did not expect for her night to go like this.

Laid down on her own bed, bare naked covered in her blanket, between Lloyd and Six. Her pajamas were thrown aside somewhere in her nightstand. She's blinded with her pleasure, not sure which men to focus on and her moans are uncontrollable, filling the whole penthouse with her pretty little sounds.

Lloyd is in front of her, stealing her breath from her lungs as he's been kissing her for as long as he has been here. His hand plays with her tits, pinching her nipples and he just keeps deepening the kiss every single second, biting her bottom lip as harshly as possible. It kept bleeding and then healed again. His other free hand is inside her cunt, just being kept there while he does slow strokes to tease her.

Six is behind her, his cock already inside her hole while his hand is wrapped around her waist. Her back is leaned against his chest. He's being very gentle with her. He's barely moved. It's their first time. He doesn't want her to get overwhelmed. Even though she could take it. Because she can. She is doing it right now. It doesn't hurt for her, a single bit. They didn't even have lube.

But, she was wet enough when they both went inside her bedroom earlier and kissed her, taking turns. She was about to fall asleep and they came in. It was perfect, though. It surprised her and she loves surprises.

"Are you okay?" he asks her, whispering inside her ear after tucking her hair under it.

She pulls away from Lloyd for an inch and nods vaguely.

Six pulls her closer to his chest. "Words, baby. I need words. Tell me you're okay,"

"More than okay. I feel good." Elle answers in a breath.

He smiles softly in the dark. "That's good."

Lloyd looks behind her at him. "Move, Six. She wants you to move. You've been inside her ass for almost half an hour now." he grumbles.

"I want to take things slow." Six tells him.

She looks at him and tries to giggle softly. "You sound jealous." she accuses.

His gaze darkens, glaring down at her. "I'm not jealous, sweetheart. I'm very fucking hard." Lloyd grumbles against her mouth, pressing himself on her bare core and she bites down a moan.

Her cheeks heat up and then she smirks. "Oh? Well, why didn't you say so? I can help you," she whispers as her hand goes under the blanket and reaches his boxers, palming his erection through it.

Lloyd groans loudly, covering her whole mouth and biting down her lips again. She quickly takes his boxers off in a haste with both of her hands. His dick springs out and even though she can't see anything, she could feel his size and his girth as her fingers brush around it. He's really fucking huge and thick and she already knows it'll be a stretch when he's inside her. She fists his cock and starts stroking him at a slow pace.

"He said to take things slow. So we are. We need to." she sternly tells him.

Lloyd rolls his eyes in annoyance and in pleasure as her little magic fingers grip his cock even tighter and he likes the pain of it. He can't even talk back anymore. Not right now. Not at this moment. No one, not even a woman has made him shut his mouth like this. He's usually in control in bed.

Six's lips slowly form into a smirk. He doesn't smirk very often. And usually not in this situation. He's proud of her. Of her ability to shut Lloyd's mouth for once. Turns out it only takes a really damn good hand job. From her hands.

"Have you ever fantasized about this moment?" she asks him, aiming to tease him even more when he already looks like he's about to explode. His face is so red. His heart is beating so fast and loud.

"Well—N–never imagined it like this, so no. I've always thought of you." Lloyd stammers as she begins to quicken her pace.

"Hm. So you've fantasized about me? Like how?" she asks again.

He manages to look into her eyes. "Your strength. How I could fuck you anyhow I want. And your little pain kink. You love pain as much as I do. You take pleasure in it." he admits bluntly.

"True. I do love it. But, I've never tried it with anyone else before. You guys are my first." Elle confesses.

"Good. That's how it's supposed to be." Lloyd states, "Speaking of firsts, has anyone ever fucked your ass before Six?" he asks, curiously.

She shakes her head. "Nope. He's my first." she truthfully answers.

Six lets out a chuckle at seeing Lloyd groan and roll his eyes in disappointment. He never would've let him fuck her ass at the first place if he knew that she's never done that before with anyone. Well, he might not be her first at that, but he is the first to give her what she actually wants and carves. Rough. Pain. Blood. It's all pure pleasure for her.

She smiles before pressing her lips against his again and her hand strokes him even faster now. He moans loudly against her mouth, arching his back and pushing his cock closer to her hand even though it is in her hand already. He wonders how the fuck can her hands feel so damn good. He's never had a hand job like this. Her stroke game is on point. It's because of her strength and he knows that. She's never used her strength like this in bed with anyone before.

Six buries his head on her neck. "I'm gonna move now. Is that okay?" he asks her, murmuring against her skin, really softly that even Lloyd can't discern what he's saying. But she could hear him.

She nods. "Yes, please." Her voice almost sounds like she's begging. She is, she's been wanting him to move even though she still wants to take things slow. But keeping his dick inside of her for a while is starting to feel like torture. His size is just as big as Lloyd's. A little thicker than him, though. She can't see any of theirs, but she can feel every single thing.

Six hums in response, attaching his lips onto her neck and kissing her skin, leaving wet trails all around before slowly thrusting his hips and she lets out a soft gasp at that. She could feel his dick inside her, moving slow and gentle, her walls clenching around his length as a moan escaped both of their lips. She fits so perfectly on him. Their skin is stuck like glue. They both sync so well together. It's why they instantly clicked and connected the moment they met. It's meant to be.

They're meant to be. All of them. They compliment and complete each other in different ways. It's very complex and tangled and no one else would be able to fathom what they have.

But it's theirs. And it's only special to them.

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