Sneak Peek | Undercovers & Informants
Fenrir February is just around the corner -- here is a sneak peek of a two-shot that I am working on called Undercovers & Informants. ‘Fraid I might have to turn this into a full blown story at some point.
But, there was no denying that he took a particular interest in what she did, despite her protests that she didn’t need him to babysit her. Fenrir breathing down her neck made her stomach do odd sorts of little flip flops.
Looking at him over her shoulder, she watched as he took a drag off of his spliff. “You know, you really don’t need to stay here,” she said, trying not to focus too much on how rugged he looked with just a bit of scruff on his face. “I can handle myself just fine on my own.”
“This is a dangerous part of town, Peach,” he said with a grin, knowing how much she detested his little nickname for her. “And besides, I wanted to see why you needed a dryer.”
She cross her arms over her chest and turned to face him. Leaning back against the small appliance, she let her eyes drink in his form -- long legs spread out in front of him, a glass of dark colored alcohol in one hand and cigarette held between thumb and forefinger of the other. “Well, it certainly wasn’t for a home ec project,” she snarked.
He laughed at her, then. “You’d be a shit house wife, I take it,” he bantered back. “So, what does it do?”
Hermione wasn’t sure if he meant that as an insult, but she didn’t take it as one. “Well, they don’t call it money laundering for nothing,” she said with a shrug, before picking up a stack of brand new bills still in their currency strap. “Take this -- if you tried to turn this into the bank, it might set off alarm bells. Does this look like something that a stripper would turn in at the end of the night? Or a mechanic for that matter?” she asked, happy to share with him the depths of her knowledge.
“So you are just dirtying it up a bit?” he asked, before taking another drag.
“Exactly,” Hermione nodded, unsurprised that he was picking up quickly. Fenrir was no idiot, after all. “Making it look used, warn in. But as you can see, it’s a bit of a slow process, so you don’t need to stick around. Might be here a while,” she said, before being overtaken by a yawn. Stretching her arms, her shirt slipped up to show off a sliver of pale skin at her waist.
Biting his lower lip, he made no secret that he enjoyed the view. “You look lonely, standing over there all by yourself,” he cooed at her, a predator trying to coax its prey into its grasp. “Why don’t you come over here?”
Hermione swallowed thickly, enjoying the obvious way that he wanted her. “But there’s nowhere for me to sit,” she said, feeling silly.
He gave her another one of those feral grins, before patting one of his strong looking legs. “There’s a spot for you right here, Peach.”
