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He coughs, a sound to clear his throat as he leans back in the cheap motel chair. Their next heist is being planned, careful and strategic. He's never been one to lose the fine details of what they do. Like Bonnie and Clyde, he's never pick anyone different. Of course, he knows Richard would want in but he's having far too much fun with just her. Kisa. The girl he's had at his side for what felt like decades. The why she moves her body, like music takes her over and she has no control. The way words fall from the tip of her tongue when she closes the distance between them is like an icy touch trailing down his spine, sending shivers of pleasure through his being. Details that he could go on about for years but he doesn't. Instead he finishes locking the clip into his gun before placing it on the table top before him. "Remember, when we take that bank, no prisoners."

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Kisa was waiting for the moment when she would pinch herself and walk up to find that this had all been a dream. Only it never came. It was like time stood still, blood rushing in her ears and breath coming fast. Dark hair flowed in the wind, the exact same shade as hers. This could not be real.

It was like her body moved of its own will, brain still caught in the moments before and the tragedy that was playing on loop. Was this some kind of glitch in the fucking Matrix? Two quick half steps and an outreached hand to swing the woman around to face her. “What in the           ??“ That was H E R face.

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@haildiosa asked for a halloween thing.

Chocolate gaze moves over his body in the mirror, fingers moving to adjust the tie that’s around his neck, hidden under the color of his white button up, when he’s pleased with it’s look, he slips on the black leather gloves before stepping out of the bathroom and into the living room, eyebrow raising when he sees her, standing there, in every day clothes, well, clothes that would be considered so for her. “You do plan on dressing up right? It’s fucking Halloween. Everyone  dresses up.” Then there’s a pause and a smirk flirts across worn lips filled with mischief. “You can even be a Princess.”

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            ( no contesta el telephono ) which shouldn’t REALLY be an issue. the familiar ( ringing ) sound that comes from the device in his hands still seems so very  UNFAMILIAR to him at times. he’s not IMPATIENT --- no carlos madrigal is many things, but he is a ( very ) patient man.  so he waits. no need to dial again. his arms cross as he hangs up the phone, eyes trailing upwards and focusing on the figure IN FRONT of him --- or rather her figure. LA DIOSA ( por la qual el se moriria ) --- “ DIOSA. ” the word is a whisper a ( sliver ) of a thought, as the phone slips into his pocket, “ I thought you said they’d be reachable whenever you asked --- that ALL you had to do, was dar les a simple PHONE-CALL. I’m so... disappointed. ” the word is DRAGGED from his lips with a mock sense of reluctance ( though he has to admit ) --- he is partially telling the truth. he is disappointed.

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Lazy mornings had always been something he had favored. Though, he hadn’tbeen expecting to reach out and feel the soft, smooth skin of her warm bodybeside him as he stretched out. Eyes stayed half lidded as calloused fingertips traced down her clothed shoulders, towards the base of her neck, beforeending at the slight perk of her nipples between the thin cotton of the t-shirtthat bathed her skin. Lips curl upwards at their corners, mischief taking it’stoll on tired features as eyelids flutter open, hazelnut gaze locking with herown before leaning in, lips crashing against hers, tongue snaking out toask  permission granted inside before the tango began and soon, fingertipscontinued their memorization as they cascaded downwards, taking in eachcurve of her body that the shirt so lazily gave way to under soft points ofpressure until he reached her hips, mind expecting the familiar lace fabric thatlays there, instead, he’s greeted with nothing but the smoothness her bodygrants him. There’s a soft chuckle released into her mouth as their kiss onlycontinues and he moves, hand slipping between flawless legs, index andmiddle finger moving to slip inside her clit, tracing just past her folds beforereturning to play with her bud.

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Chocolate hues roll at the simple thought of giving up such an adventurous life to live like a normal person. To give up his guns, blades, throwing stars, to live as if he’s one of their neighbors. There would be no more blood spilled upon his hands. No watching the life as it drains from his target’s eyes as they lay upon or against their final resting place. No shot of adrenaline as he gets an excuse to show off his fighting skills before taking down his target or the lull of being called the best at what he does. At least not for awhile. No. For now, Seth Gecko leans against the granite counter tops of his house, eyes finding their final resting spot upon the beauty that he’s married in these past months. “Honestly, you think we’re gonna get along with these people?”