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Say My Name (mini series) - Part 1 of 4
Series Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?
Part 1
Summary: Rick has to make a decision to protect the woman he loves or do his job.
Warnings: smut from the off, fluff, angst (what is wrong with me? Why can’t they just be happy? *cries in fangirl*), lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers, betrayal.
W/C: 2.8k
Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller.
Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally).
Notes: Set after Suicide Squad but before The Suicide Squad (no spoilers - cause f*ck that ending!)
Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Positions by Ariana Grande.
Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki // @wonder-cole
Graphics: pics found on google, title card made by me, divider by @firefly-graphics
Master Lists: Series // Main // AFG Bingo
Say My Name
A visible shiver made Ally’s skin prickle under his fingertips, and Rick’s name shuddered from her in a broken whisper. From his place between her legs, he smirked. “That’s my girl,” he praised, chin glistening with her second climax. “I love it when you say my name like that,” he confessed for maybe the hundredth time, crawling up her body, licking the sweat that seeped from her pores.
The weeks between meeting Ally and finally getting her into his bed, he’d fantasized about watching goosebumps decorate her sun-kissed skin from his touch, longed to taste her every flavor, drove himself crazy thinking about burying his face in her breasts, sucking a mark into the sensitive flesh, ached to hear her pretty sounds bleed into passionate screams as his cock throbbed inside of her, so whenever given a chance, he did it all.
He prodded his dick at her entrance and delivered a bruising kiss to her already swollen lips, sliding his cock through her wet heat, nudging and slapping his tip against her clit. “Say it, again.”
She pressed her lips together in a tight line; he loved this game they played. Hearing her say his name was his favorite sound, and she knew it. It was a sweet song that rolled off her tongue, especially when the last syllable got lost in a hitched breath. But she made him work for it every time.
“Babe,” she groaned, needy and impatient. Her back arched, trying to get him to slip inside of her frustratingly empty channel. “You know you shouldn’t tease me.”
His grin turned wicked, and he sat back, butt resting on his heels, his length still tormenting her as it glided, through her folds, up and down. “You’ve cum twice; how am I teasing?”
“Fine,” she huffed and reached for him, “I’ll do it myself.”
Quicker than she thought possible, he had both her hands pinned at the wrist above her head. “Nuh-uh, baby girl, I’m in charge here.”
“Prove it,” she sassed, “show me how in charge you are.”
Rick wet his lips; he liked this game too. That wicked grin morphed to depraved glee while he repositioned her legs around his waist and palmed his leaking cock, placing it at the edge of her hole.
“Take a breath,” he commanded, and as she breathed in, he shoved forward, breaching her pussy.
The breath howled from her chest in a lewd gasping shriek. He kissed her neck, scraped his teeth along her pulse point and jawline, waiting for her to pant through it.
Rick dragged back slowly. “Every time my hips hit your ass,” the hard muscle and bone of his snapping hips collided with hers with a loud slap that her strangled cry drowned out, “you say my name.”
She whined, “Fuck, Rick.”
“Good girl.”
Rick Flag was many things; brave, patriotic, loyal, confident, and intelligent, except now. He’d made a rookie mistake. He’d fucked up in one of the dumbest ways possible, and watching Ally freshen up through the gap in the bathroom door, he knew he wasn’t quite finished screwing up.
He sits butt-ass naked on the edge of the bed, which seems appropriate as he’s about to be as vulnerable and bare as the day he was born. He stared at the grey carpet; again, it seemed apt, his life wasn’t black and white, and he wondered how he came to find himself navigating the grey areas. Again. Had he not learned his lesson after June? But when he really thought about it, it’s a simple answer. He let himself fall for Ally because she’s easy to love, even the parts of her that aren’t. The wall of insecurity that she kept up because she worried that it was her abilities that drew him to her, like everybody else, and not just simply Ally. Kind, stubborn, sweet, reckless, bad-ass, sassy, take no shit from anyone Ally. It took some convincing, but he’d proven that he was immune to her powers of persuasion. She hadn’t understood how and he would have confessed that he took a suppressant - he hadn’t asked where Waller got it from - right then and there if he could have done so without revealing who he really was.
“I don’t know how, baby,” he’d lied, kissing her forehead, “I just know it doesn’t work.”
She tried once more, her hands wrapped around his forearms, eyes locked, training his focus on her. A mauve-colored mist flowed from her hands and swirled around his arms. Rick felt a slight tingle under his skin, like a feather being brushed along his nerve endings, but before it reached his shoulder, it disappeared.
Her tone changed, thick honey layered with a husky echo, “Tell me your deepest desire, Rick,” Ally commanded. She’d never need to use her powers on him if she just said his name like that every time.
His face slackened, and his voice lowered to a barely audible whisper, “my deepest desire,” he started. Hurt painted her features, a hopeful smile dropping to a disheartened scowl. Rick smiled broadly and launched himself at her, knocking her flat on the bed, caging her beneath him. She yelped in surprise but didn’t otherwise fight him off. He continued, “is for you to say my name like that till you can’t remember what it is.”
A happy grin pulled her lips back. “Asshole.”
“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”
She kissed him, and it felt different from the hundred that had come before it. She’d never been hesitant before, but now she seemed timid.
He broke their connection, worry creasing his brow, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Rick, I’m not,” her voice wavered, and she cleared whatever the doubt was with a small cough but shied from his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Do what?”
“Us,” she said, wriggled out from under him, and swung her legs off the bed.
“What?” he asked and was glad she’d turned her back to him so she couldn’t see the panic flooding through him like a tidal wave.
“My powers,” she said, watching the mauve mist of her power twist around her fingers, “allow me to know someone’s true intentions. If I don’t know what yours are, I don’t know…” her shoulders slumped.
He pulled himself to sit beside her, “You mean you don’t know how to be vulnerable?”
She nodded, despair screaming from her hazel eyes as she turned them on him. “Yeah. To give myself to someone so completely without...knowing. I don’t know how to be with someone who I have to trust on blind faith.”
“I’m gonna show you how,” he promised, “if you’ll let me.”
Light flooded the room as Ally exited the bathroom before shutting off the light, leaving only the lamp’s soft glow. His heartbeat accelerated, fight or flight adrenaline pumped through his veins in a last-ditch attempt to stop him from doing what he was about to do.
Her feet entered his downcast vision, he’d been staring at the chipped nail polish on her toes for too long, but he wasn’t sure he could face her. Hands gently cradled his face, and she lifted his head to force the eye contact he was reluctant to make. Whatever his expression was, it provoked worry in her, and she asked gently, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Rick rested his hands on her hips, squeezed momentarily to ground himself. It was always a gamble to say those three words, never more so than now, but he was ready to risk it all; he had to be.
“I love you,” he said and hated that he made it sound like it was a bad thing.
Her eyes filled with tears, and her lips curled into a happy smile, as they should. It was the first time either of them had said it; it should have been a joyous occasion. But it wasn’t, at least not for him.
“I love you too,” she admitted and pressed her lips to his.
She made the kiss deeper, tongues meeting in a familiar dance, and straddled his lap. He ran his hands along her legs, up her back, committing each blemish and scar to memory as he clasped his hand at the back of her neck.
Pulling her back, he met her eyes with a wrecked stare, “say it again.”
“I love you.”
“I really hope that’s true,” said Rick, taking a deep breath and manhandling her not so gently to a seat beside him so he could stand up. He paced in the small space the bedroom offered. Thinking over the same things he’d gone over a million times, there must be a way he could protect her without fucking everything up. “I’d do anything for you,” he admitted, stopping to look her in the eye. “I want a life with you, cooking breakfast on a Sunday morning while you dance around in my shirt, then I want you to meet my parents on Monday. Be all charming at the dinner table. My mom would swoon, my dad would be impressed with how I managed to nab such a beautiful and wonderful woman, but then I’d fuck you in the bathroom before dessert.” She hummed in agreement, but he wasn’t done. “I wanna do laundry with you, grocery shopping, everything. I wanna walk your dog on the beach with you.”
“I don’t have a dog.”
“So we’ll get one.” He ran his hands through his hair and left them there, tugging slightly to focus on something other than the crippling fear in his chest. He stared earnestly, wishing she could use her power, so he wouldn’t have to say it out loud.
He doesn’t like how she says his name that time, a crack of fear she can’t quite mask. “Rick, what’s going on?”
Nauseated with worry that she’s going to disappear right before his eyes, which he’s afraid she will when he tells her the truth. “I’ve got three thousand dollars stashed in my closet; you can take it, get on a bus, leave town. I can meet you in like a week, and then we can disappear.”
“I can’t leave; tomorrow is the big meet, you know that.” She laughed nervously as the thought of ‘has he gone insane?’ traveled across her face.
“Don’t come tomorrow,” he begged, dropping to his knees at her feet.
“Don’t,” she warned, anger starting to cut through the worry. “I’ve earned my place at that table, just like you.”
He understood how hard she’d worked to earn the trust and respect of her family. “This isn’t about what you’ve earned, Ally.”
“Then what is it about?” she pleaded, hands on his cheeks, and he felt the prickle of her power. He didn’t take it personally; it was a habit she couldn’t break. “You’re not making any sense. You tell me you love me, then rant on about running away. I love you, baby, whatever it is just, tell me.”
“Fuck I hope you do cause I’m about to blow up my whole fuckin’ life, and it’s not gonna be pretty.” He sighed, heavy and regretful, held her eyes for a minute, taking everything in, just in case it was the last time he got the chance to.
He kissed her, desperate and hard. When it all became too much, and she was so breathless she had to push against his chest, he granted her release. Tears pooled in his eyes, anxiety pouring out the only way it could. “Ally, my name isn’t Rick Jones; it’s Rick Flag. Colonel Rick Flag, I’m with an elite Special Forces unit. Tomorrow, at the meet, my team is gonna storm in and arrest everybody.”
“What?” she gasped and searched his face for the punchline, the tell in his eyes to show it was all a joke.
“I’m sorry,” he implored, “I’m so sorry. But you have to believe me; everything I ever told you, everything we shared in this room, was the truth.”
“Why are you telling me now?”
“Cause I love you, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Her hands dropped from his face, and this was it—this is the moment he loses her, and the deplorable dread fizzles in his gut like acid. She stood up and stepped around him, snatching her clothes from where he threw them in his haste to get her naked.
He slumped, back hitting the bed painfully, but it barely registered as he watched her rush to get dressed, rush to leave him.
“I trusted you,” Ally said, shoving her legs into the tight denim jeans, “I vouched for you, I brought you in. You made me fall for you and...and…”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? For screwing me or using me to screw over my boss? Who also happens to be my brother!” she growled, not expecting an answer as she gathered up her sneakers.
“Ally, please. If you go to that meeting tomorrow, you won’t end up in some high max prison,” Rick explained, one last-ditch attempt to convince her he was trying to save her. “It’ll be some black site, off the grid; they’ll wipe any record you ever existed.” His voice quivered with barely contained emotion. “I won’t be able to save you.”
“I wouldn’t need saving if you weren’t here,” she snapped, marching toward the door.
“Wait,” he called out so desperately she stopped. He felt pathetic, this wasn’t who he was, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Say my name, please.”
She shook her head and continued to leave without saying a word.
It was never going to go smoothly. The bad guys were never going to go quietly. But once the dust settled and the yelling stopped, and the bad guys that managed not to get a bullet to the brain were herded like cattle into the waiting riot vans, Rick breathed a little easier. Well, not easier, the nine-millimeter in his gut made breathing difficult, but the relief that Ally wasn’t among the dead or arrested helped dull the pain.
He limped toward the riot van, a paramedic hot on his heels, berating him for being an idiot and bleeding all over his boots.
“Yo, Max,” he called, leaning on the open door to the full van, “Where’s Ally? She was supposed to be here.”
Max, her asshole of a brother that Rick had never liked, regarded him for a moment, cogs turning behind his fury-filled eyes, and suddenly recognition sparked. “Did she know? Is she the one who ratted us out?”
Rick didn’t hesitate in his denial, “No.”
“So, where is she?” Max asked, “why isn’t she in here with us?”
“We had a fight.” Not a complete lie. “She took off last night, and I haven’t seen her since.” Also, not a lie, but now he was worried that he’d inadvertently made Ally a pariah within her family.
“Flag,” Waller called from somewhere behind him, but he held Max’s suspicious eyes. He couldn’t back down. If something were to go wrong and Max was set free - highly unlikely with Amanda Waller in charge - Rick knew Max would have Ally killed if he even had a slight suspicion that she was the one who set them up.
Rick had played a role for nine months; he was good at faking it, acting a particular type of way even when he didn’t feel it, so he fixed a cocky smile to his face. “You may as well tell us,” he suggested, “we’ll catch up with her eventually, throw her fine ass in jail too.”
“Colonel Flag,” Waller shouted louder, patience non-existent.
“Watch your back, Colonel,” Max sneered.
“I’d say don’t drop the soap,” Rick jested, “but I’m not sure they have soap where you’re going, buddy.”
The cops standing by followed his nodded instruction to close the doors, and Rick shuffled off toward Amanda.
“You’re a mess,” Waller acknowledged, “get to the hospital, I need a full briefing, and you can’t do that while you’re bleeding out.”
He tried to sound casual and nonchalant, but the blood loss made him lightheaded, and he failed. “Any word on Ally?”
Amanda, always one step ahead, smiled knowingly while she followed the paramedics that guided him toward the waiting ambulance. “We picked her up not long after she left your apartment last night.” Confusion knitted his brow, and Waller took pleasure in that. “What? Did you think we didn’t have eyes and ears on the place? Come on, Flag, you know me better than that.”
“You have to let me see her,” Rick implored, resisting the help offered. “Please, Waller, I need to see her.”
“Get yourself cleaned up,” she nodded toward the ambulance. “Then we’ll talk.”
Part 2 - Two Birds, One Stone.
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