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Party - Chapter II

OC x Sniper - SFW (lil bit of kissing, nothing too bad)

Description -  AU where the team was disbanded and work as individuals for The Administrator. Anita runs into Sniper at the same party, hunting down similar targets. Takes place after the events in the comics.

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The targets sat in a circle of men and a few women -prostitutes by the look of it- with guards blocking them from the rest of the party. Sniper took two glasses of champagne as a waiter passed through with a tray.

He offered a glass to Anita as he leaned against a couch, sitting with his back towards the men. Anita accepted the glass and took a slow sip as she watched the their targets. "Cookin' up any plans, sheila?" Sniper asked, subtly glancing behind him. Anita sighed and shook her head.

"Nothing good. I can pretend to be one of his working girls, and try to lure both of them away." She suggested, cringing slightly as she said it. Sniper wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "No, there's too many holes in that plan. Maybe we could just wait until they leave? It's not uncommon for the main guests to have some sort of VIP section for themselves." Sniper countered, taking a sip from his drink.

"No, there's no telling how long that'll take. We have to do something now." She responded, rather loudly. A guard stationed not too far away heard, and eyed the two mercenaries. Sniper noticed and let out a small curse, before wrapping his arm around Anita's waist and pulling her in between his legs.

"Sniper, what the fuck-"

"I know you're eager for the wedding, but these things take time to plan!" Sniper said, just loud enough for the guard to hear. The man seemed to accept their cover-up, and continued scanning the room.

"Sniper, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Anita hissed quietly. Sniper scoffed, and kept his arm around her. "I'm saving your ass; again. Maybe the next time we're discussin' our murder plan, you'll keep your voice down." He responded, nodding at the guard to show her what he meant.

Anita subtly glanced back and saw what he was talking about. "Whatever." She growled. She accepted their little cover though, and placed an arm around his shoulder. Sniper immediately realized how close they were, and pink tinted his cheeks.

Anita glanced down and noticed Snipers pink face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows together. Sniper cleared his throat and turned away. "I'm fine. Let's just focus on the mission, yeah?" He insisted, avoiding eye contact.

Anita wasn't an idiot. She knew what was wrong. But she enjoyed teasing him. "Are you sure? You're burning up, Sniper." She said softly, pressing her hand against his forehead. When he refused to turn, Anita took his chin and turned him toward her. "Don't be a child." She muttered, cupping his face and neck, pretending to check for fever.

"Really sheila, I'm okay." Sniper growled, the blush on his face growing rapidly. "No, you're not. The blush is getting much worse." Anita teased, still pretending to be worried. She kissed his forehead softly, before looking down at him again. "Yep. You're blushing bad. It's the worst case I've ever seen." She joked, unable to hold back a smile.

Sniper stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head and chuckling. "I forgot how much I hate you." He muttered, looking up at Anita and locking eyes with her. Anita smiled softly and leaned in closer. "Yeah, and I forgot how annoying you are.." She whispered. Their faces were only inches apart. They both held their breaths, daring the other to make the first move.

Anita couldn't stand it anymore, and closed the space in between them. Sniper kissed her back softly, waiting for a moment to see her reaction. When Anita didn't pull away, Sniper kissed her back passionately, wrapping his other arm around her waist. His free hand glided up and down her bare back, sending shivers throughout her body. She cupped his face and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. They only pulled apart when they heard someone clear their throat.