Nibs rolled his eyes at her instructions. “But souvenirs are the best part of the job.” He grinned to let her know that he was kidding before she tried to elbow him in the stomach for not taking this serious. He rarely took any job seriously, but he knew she aired more on the side of caution than he did and putting her on edge would only result in him getting hit. Seemed to be a habit of the Lost Girls to end up hitting the Boys no matter what and Dylan was no exception to that rule.
Dylan kept on the look out for any sign of guests who may have gotten lost while looking for the bathroom, or in case a member of security had decided it was time to stretch their legs and do their hourly sweep of the floor earlier than scheduled — Which was supposed to happen twenty two minutes from now. It wasn’t the biggest window of time, but it would be enough. It would have to be. There was no way to get around this one. They had twenty two minutes exactly on the clock to get in, locate the files and get out.
“I was what? Can you repeat that again? I didn’t fully take it in.” Nibs smiled down at her, glancing between her eyes and her hands on his tie. He wasn’t exactly sure if this was just a run of the mill thing that girls did whenever guys were wearing these stupid monkey suits, or if this was just something that Dylan was doing but it was making it increasingly more difficult for him to keep his hands off of her.
Dylan glanced down at his hand on her waist, curiosity filling her brown orbs as she allowed her gaze to linger before shrugging inwardly at his actions. Maybe it was all just part of the act, to keep the curtain closed on the truth of why they had really attended the fundraiser ball. Yes, that was what it was. It was just part of the job, another way to stop them from sticking out of the crowd like a sore thumb. After all, all the other guests seemed to be draping all over each other.
Nibs chuckled at her remark, not paying it much mind. He’d heard worse from the call girls who had no intention of sleeping with him, so he didn’t think much of it with her. Dylan had made it abundantly clear that casual things were not in her department, and casual was all Nibs would willingly go for, and that even if that wasn’t an issue, their partnership was enough of one to put up a permanent barrier between the two on that issue. For a moment, his mind flicked to the time when he was told he needed a new partner and silently cursed himself for not only needing a new partner, but for picking one who looked that good in a dress.
“You were right,” she confessed, the smile still prominent on her lips as she played absentmindedly with the tie that hung loosely around his neck, “I did have to see that.” For a second, she wondered what it would be like to give into temptation; to use his tie to pull him further down to her level, to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, to take a handful of the hair at the nape of his neck and allow their lips to meet just once.
Ladyhawke: Manipulating Woman
Nibs frowned slightly as he noticed her gaze went downcast but looked over her shoulder instead of allowing his eyes to linger on her. Sure the music was crap but did she really have to look like she was being taken to a mortuary? His eyes flicked about the room as he checked out the exits, windows, and guests that were hanging about. The job should be pretty run of the mill as long as no guests decided to go upstairs while Nibs and Dylan did the same.
Dylan took a deep breath, trying her best not to focus on his hand moving up her back and more on not stepping on his feet. At this point, she wasn’t sure which was the worst case scenario — Making a complete and utter fool of herself, which he’d probably never let her live down or allowing the ever growing thinner ice underneath them to crack. No matter how much she may want it to.
i’m a — b a d a s s
jumping off a moving train
i’m a — j a m e s b o n d
putting all the guys to shame
i’m a — w i l d c a r d
& i’m gonna steal your game
YOU BETTER WATCH OUT—————————✘
I do not want to be afraidI do not want to die inside just to breathe in
“That hurts, Abrams. Right in the heart. I do have one, you know?” He grinned as he saw her smile fighting it’s way to the surface. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she was glaring at any who crossed her path as if any one of them could be ready to pounce at any given moment, it was almost a relief that she was letting her guard down a bit. Not even for his own gain this time, but just so that she’d stop being so in her own head. It got dangerous up there for people if they stayed up there too long.
“Not bad.” Dylan observed, swaying her hips gently to the lull of the music that the band was playing. It wasn’t her kind of music, and she knew it wasn’t Nibs’ cup of tea either, she’d noticed the look of disdain on his face earlier as they climbed the steps to the mansion, each step having taken them closer and closer to the music that they were both now dancing too.