Self-indulgent crap 2

[moonshadows]

"You want me to do what?" Jesse asked, eyes a little wild.

Gabriel pressed the roll of bills into his hands. "Just go into the bar, order a drink, take your time drinking it, see if anyone hits on you. Offer to take her to a movie. Try to get her name. Our target is named Alessandra Ortega, she's nineteen."

"Yer serious. My orders are to drink an' try to get laid."

"This is Los Muertos territory, but we don't know which bars she hits. My guess is the tourist places. If you finish your drink without a hit, move on to the next one. I'll be watching from outside. If you hook one, like I said, offer to take her to a movie. If you find Alessandra, the instant you get outside, fan yourself with your hat and take her back to the hotel."

Jesse looked up from pocketing the money. "And if I don't?"

"I'll intercept the two of you and ask. Try not to get too drunk, we don't know how long this is going to take."

"And why is this me and not you? Not that I'm arguing."

Gabriel Reyes grinned. "Because my intelligence says she has - or had - a thing for you."

"So I'm bait," the cowboy grumbled. "I'm not sure if I'm flattered or insulted."

"Hey, mijo, tell you what. You find Alessandra before the money runs out, you're free to do whatever you want the rest of the night with whatever's left."

Jesse perked up. "You got it, boss."

===

Just one more, little shadow, and then you're done for the night, Alessandra thought as she pushed the bar's door open and let it swing shut behind her. Just one more, as long as you can make it a good one.

Her eyes roamed over the interior, taking in and cataloguing the unfamiliar faces, appraising clothing and estimating which targets were most likely to have a good amount of cash on them. Then she got to the tables on the left, and her gaze stopped on a young man in a cowboy hat. He was slouched comfortably in his chair, sideways, his feet on the chair next to him, sipping a local beer.

That was Jesse fucking McCree.

God damn him for still being attractive, and damn her for that hot pulse between her legs, her body eager for what she wanted so badly to pretend she didn't want from him. But if she were going to be realistic, when would she ever get this chance again? Was teenage pride worth passing this opportunity up?

She was walking towards him before she even finished rationalizing it to herself, the click-click-click of her heels attracting his attention, his eyes caught on the sway of her hips before they rose to her and he smiled, god damn him, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he sat up and gestured for her to take a seat.

"Well, ain't you a mighty pretty gal," he drawled. This clearly wasn't his first beer of the night, but he wasn't drunk enough to even slur yet, and damn her for that heat in her cheeks.

"Señor is too kind," she purred back, not having to try to look demure because she thought she'd gotten over that dumb crush but no, she was actually blushing because Jesse McCree thought she was pretty.

"Aw, hey now, there's no need t' be so formal," he protested as she perched on the chair next to him. "M' name's Jesse, Señorita. What should I call you?"

She thought of him grunting her name as she ground down on him, gasping her name as he grabbed her hips and held on tight while she pushed him over the edge. Oh, she wanted that. "Alé." 

Jesse put the beer down, off to the side, and took her hand instead. "Short for Alessandra?" he asked, lifting it to his lips to kiss when she nodded. "That's a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you are."

Fuck, she was blushing. "Señor is too kind."

"Aw, c'mon." He smiled at her again, god damn it. "Y'don't have t' be so formal, Alé. Y'wanna go somewhere else? Maybe...to a movie?" The way he said it, it was clear he didn't mean a movie, but it was also clear the phrase was one he'd been told, and he wasn't used to using it. His thumb brushed the backs of her knuckles, rough and warm.

"I would like that," she said with way too much honesty. "Jesse."

He looked delighted to hear his name roll off her lips. "Then by all means, Alé, let's git on out of here."

Somehow, they managed to get outside without him letting go of her hand.

Jesse took off his hat and fanned himself with it, grinning at her. "Whew. Is it hot out here, or is it just you?" he asked teasingly.

"It's not just me," she protested, grinning back. "It's you, too."

"Aww, shucks." He glanced away as he put his hat back on, like he was trying to hide the color on his cheeks. "Y'really mean that?"

Instead of answering, she slid her hands up to cup his cheeks and pull him down for a long, urgent kiss.

"M' hotel's three blocks away on the right," he breathed as the kiss ended. "Holy damn, Alé!"

She was very nearly ready to let him take her in an alley. "Good."

=

Neither Jesse nor the girl he'd indicated was their target noticed Gabriel following them into the hotel. Which was how it was supposed to be, don't spook the target, but it meant Gabe had to wait for another elevator up to their 8th floor room. The last he saw of them as the elevator doors closed was the girl rounding on Jesse for another hungry kiss, and McCree in turn practically dry-humping her into the corner. There was a breathless mutter that could have been something about being disturbed, but Gabe couldn't make it out.

His elevator opened up not long after theirs, but they were already halfway to the room, Jesse carrying the target bridal-style. He approved of the enthusiasm, but hoped the kid hadn't forgotten the mission. Then they reached the door, and Gabe frowned because Jesse didn't put the girl down to open the door. Maybe he gave her his key? Reckless, he'd have to talk to the kid about that.

The door closed behind them; good. They could have their little talk in peace. He took his key out and slid it into the slot.

Red light.

What?

One more time. Red light. A third time, being sure he was doing it correctly. Red light.

His fucking key didn't work.

Irritated, he knocked on the door. There was no response.

"Jesse, let me in."

No response.

Angry now, he pounded on it with his fist. "McCree! Open the door!"

Still nothing. Gabe pressed his ear to the door, listening.

That...

Motherfucker. They were actually having sex.

===

"Gabe's gonna kill me," Jesse sighed as they lay, panting, on the bed.

Alessandra leaned in for a lazy kiss. "That who was yelling?"

"Yeah. My boss. Was only supposed to get you back here." One finger traced a gentle path over her exposed skin. That, along with the look of awed adoration he was giving her, made her shiver. "I don't regret it."

She blushed, then cursed herself for the little thrill that went through her when her blush made him smile. "I guess that means we should put our clothes back on then, hmm?"

Jesse groaned as he levered himself up. "As much as I wanna just take the rest of them off, yeah. He's gonna be pissed enough that we locked him out. No point in making it worse."

She nodded, and they both climbed out of bed to put themselves to rights.

"You...you really wanted to do that?" Jesse asked quietly, hat in his hands, his back to her. "With me? I mean...not just for the money. You...enjoyed it?"

Alessandra went still. "That was the first time I did it because I wanted to," she answered, just as quietly. "That was the first time I didn't feel like a whore."

"Oh my god, Alé..." His arms were warm and solid around her, his cheek pressed to the top of her head as he hugged her from behind. "I know what it's like," he murmured. "Gabe said if I found you - found Alessandra Ortega - before my seed money ran out, I could do whatever I wanted with the rest. I wanna give it to you. Not for more sex, although god damn Alé, if you want to do that again I won't say no. But so you don't have to. I...if we do that again, I don't want it to be because I paid you. I want you to be able to do it just because you want to. If you want to. But first," he sighed, "we gotta let Gabe back in. He's gonna yell, don't let that scare you, he's only gonna yell at me."

Alessandra nodded. Jesse let go, and she gestured at the door. It audibly clicked to 'unlocked', and there was a tense moment where he was clearly bracing himself before the handle turned and the door cautiously opened from the outside.

"You two decent?" asked a voice she knew all too well.

"Yessir."

Gabriel motherfucking Reyes walked into the room and closed the door behind him before crossing his arms and leaning against it like he expected them to make a break for it.

"Agent McCree, you wanna explain to me why you thought it would be a good idea to lock your commanding officer out of the room?"

"Was thinking with m' dick, sir," he answered crisply.

"It was my idea to lock the door," Alessandra said defiantly. "He said we wouldn't have a chance to do anything without being disturbed. I decided to make sure we got the chance."

Gabriel - Oh my god, she just talked back to Papi Gabriel - looked at her for a long, incredulous moment. Then he laughed. "You're off the hook this time, McCree. Good to see you're smart enough to not argue with a beautiful woman who knows what she wants, especially when what she wants is in your pants. Alessandra Ortega, I presume?"

She lifted her chin. "Si, Papi Gabriel."

He shook his head. "I'm not your Papi. I'm not anyone's Papi."

"You the world's gang boss," she insisted.

"That may be true," he said, choking back a laugh, "but I'm not your boss. Yet."

That made both her and Jesse start. "Yet?" she asked, heart pounding.

Gabriel stepped away from the door to stand in front of them, tall and imposing. "There's a god program who thinks he's escaped unnoticed. I want you to join Overwatch - to join Blackwatch - and help me track him down."

She ignored Jesse choking out, "There's a what now?" to stare down his boss.

"Salary?" she asked. "If I leave, there gonna be a lot of hungry mouths I won't be around to help feed."

He named a figure that was easily twice what she'd been able to contribute in a good year. "Plus we won't ask who your sponsor is, or move against your sponsor in any way unless they're an active threat to innocents."

It took next to no time for her to think about it. "I accept." She grinned. "Now are you my gang boss?"

Papi Gabriel laughed. "Yes, Alessandra, now I am your gang boss."

Jesse sidled closer to her. "So, Gabe...since I found her...you said I could do whatever I wanted the rest of tonight..."

"I need to get the details sorted out," Gabriel said. "Clear everything with Jack. But you two are free for the rest of the night, long as you're awake and functional at nine sharp tomorrow morning." He gave her a wink before barking, "Take the girl to dinner at least, McCree, before you two start going at it again. Maybe help her pack. And try not to get arrested, that's generally a lousy first date."

She was blushing again. Fuck. Was this a date? Did she want that?

"And both of you, talk to each other. You're going to have to work together, so do me a favor and make sure things aren't going to be awkward."

Jesse snapped him a salute. "Yessir. C'mon, Alé, let's leave Commander Reyes to his fun-fun detail-sorting. You know a good place to eat?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed, "Of course," before grinning at him. "We can go back to my place after. Gotta tell my family I'm leaving anyway."

Gabriel opened the door to the hotel room and gallantly gestured them both through. She dipped him a mock-curtsy as she passed.

Just one more, indeed. Now I'm done forever. Good work, little shadow. She grinned at Jesse. He grinned back.

Things were definitely looking up.