Like a Thief in the Night | PG13

Bonnie flipped down from the ceiling, landing silently in the middle of the guard's room. She was, once again, barefoot, a black spandex suit with a single zipper down the back to keep her in. Her hair was down this time, springing gently as she moved toward the many monitors before her. These were the only source of illumination, leaving the walls and far corners in shadows. She was unconcerned about this, knowing the location of each and every guard in the place - half of them around the room she'd placed the forgery of the century old diamond headdress, the other half patrolling the corridors.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, studying each monitor with a practiced, critical eye. They didn't suspect anything yet. She also knew that the one was supposed to be here was currently stunned and shoved in the closet. She'd hid him after a flawless imitation of his voice calling for radio silence. No one would be checking on her soon.

She smirked. Like candy from a baby.

"'Bout time you showed up Clyde," Roul yawned from the corner, leaning against the wall, his long legs streached out in front of him, highlighted in his fitted jeans and a normal t-shirt. As always Roul looked like he'd just walked in off the street. "I was about to fall asleep here."

He looked her over slowly, eyes lingering with appreciation.

"You didn't have to dress up for me you know; after all, I'm happy when you're in far... less."

Bonnie glanced over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing way over there?" She asked pleasantly. "Thought you'd be over here already." She showed no surprise as she took him in, blue eyes gleaming before her eyes returned to the screens. Of course she'd known he would be here. It's why she'd emptied the place out.

"Thought you knew me well enough to call me Bonnie." She purred easily, not looking at him. She flicked a switch on the control panel, and half the images changed. "Hmm..." She hummed thoughtfully. They were all still exactly where she needed them, including the man behind her. "Maybe I'll stop dressing up for you, then..." She glanced over at him again, hair briefly swinging enough to show the top of the zipper. The artificial illumination shone through her hair, silhouetting her figure in the light. "Could always do a heist naked, I suppose. I've done it before. Venice. Good times."

"Got bored over there," he shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I could watch you do all the work just as easily from here, as I could from there."

He pushed himself of the wall, and slowly made his way towards her, his eyes flicking to the screens for the briefest moments before back to the young woman in front of him.

"Now,now, I know Clyde - I don't know Bonnie," he drawled conversationally, "We both know that. I don't think anyone really knows Bonnie." He slowed down besides her, leaning slowly over her shoulder, looking at the monitors over it, "Do you even know Bonnie, mon amour?"

Smirking slightly to himself, he pulled back, keeping space between them and leaning against the wall once more.

"Hmm, see, now that's more like it."

Bonnie turned and looked over her shoulder at him, watching him as he came closer before turning back to the screens. "Didn't know it was bring a rookie to work day." She commented dryly, fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. The sound of typing filled the air as she pretended not to react to his proximity. With a grin, she pressed the enter key.

One by one, the screens began to switch off, starting from the bottom and moving across then upward. Bonnie was no longer paying attention. As the room got darker, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and reached for the zipper.

The sound of a zipper being unzipped filled the room as Bonnie shimmed her shoulders out of spandex hold, the quickly dimming light illuminating her bare skin. She hummed softly, pulling her arms out of their sleeves. "Actually..." She breathed. "You've got that backwards." She looked down at her exposed cleavage as her hand pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. The spandex held her modesty, even as she paused and looked up at the last row of screens at the top. Those five would stay on. She needed to see this.

"Roul?" She asked, turning toward him. "You still here?"

Roul just smirked, ignoring her, in favour of just watching. He found that talking often ruined the moment. There was nothing you couldn't learn with merely observing.

"Hmm?" he raised his eyebrow, his voice coming through absent-mindedly as he watched her unzip herself with hungry eyes. "Is it Bonnie then who had the pleasure of tying me to my bed? Such a sweet girl."

He cooed the last word softly, approaching her.

"And why," he breathed, reaching a hand out to slowly trail along her skin, running around her back, before wrapping around to her front. His mouth shortly followed, pressing softly, lingering on her skin, "Would I leave at a moment at this? Opportunities and all."

"Yes... well..." she shrugged, the spandex dipping lower at the motion. Her voice had lowered to a breath, which hitched slightly at his touch. "I'm a very kinky girl." She shivered as his mouth touched her skin, her voice disappearing into a slight groan as she shifted against him, moving her hips back and against him as she grinded. She leaned into his touch almost against her will, but then again, this had been the plan, hadn't it?

Twisting around in his hold, she pressed her chest against his, looking up into his eyes and bringing their noses side by side. "Oppertunity?" She murmured, lips brushing his with every slyllable. "You sure do like that word, don't you?" Her eyelids fluttered slightly, before she peeked up at him through her eyelashes.

Roul let out a soft moan against her skin as she pushed back and against him. He continued his trail however, only letting up for a moment as she turned around, giving her just enough room to move, thrilling she she moved against him, and then he was pushing back against her, his lips moving, hands wandering. He pushed her back into the desk, leaving one hand on her back to keep her firmly against him as the other one wandered, slipping below spandex, working the material down even further.

"Well," he breath his lips going lower rather than higher, "That was the first English word I learned."

He paused for a moment, lips hovering just over the exposed sensitive skin, "Want to know what the second word was?"

She could no longer control the sounds coming out of her mouth - if that's where they were coming from - as she arched her back into his talented mouth. She moaned, fingers tangling into his hair to urge him on as his lips trailed lower.

Her breathing hitched at his words, and her fingers, trembling only slightly, trailing over his shoulders and down his chest to tug the hem of his shirt upward. She pulled it over his head quickly, freezing when he did, hands pausing where they were on his belt buckle.

The word was a whine, a beg on the edge of a moan. "Yes..."

The man moved his hips easily up against hers as he continued on his own exploration. Willing to move away to remove the shirt, it having been on for far too long anyways.

Giving a possessive little growl, his hands swiftly pushed the spandex the rest of the way down, pulling them off with easy.

Hands finished with this job, he started at the base of the present bare legs, sliding up touching each bit of skin, feeling his way up to her shoulders, where he slide his hands backdown to where her hands were, carrasing them softly, before grabbing a firm hold, guiding them on the job they seemed to have stopped for the moment.

Slowly her made his way back up to her neck, teeth nipping at her earlop, tugging softly as he whispered, bucking against hers.

"Winning."

Shivering at the sudden exposure, Bonnie trembled against his hands, eyes closing in bliss at his touch. She jolted and hastened to continue her hands' work, flicking the belt open and going straight to unfastening everything after that. Her fingers caressed and teased, played and pleasured as her nerves a lit under his mouth. Where had he learned-

She moaned as his mouth found her earlobe, lifting herself to sit on the desk, her legs wrapping around his waist and boxers. Her fingers left to tangle in his hair as she moved against him, mouth moving to his skin as he continued to tease her.

"Roul..." she whined, a flush making its way up her body.

The man smirked agianst her skin, his face burried into the crook of her neck, kissing, nipping, teasing the skin there, making his claim on the girl, as her leges went around he hips.

Letting one hand trail carefully down her spine, taking care to press against each and ever nerve there, he leveled off at the base of her back, pushing her firmly against him as his own hips pushed back.

His other hand found her leg, stroking the skin up her calf and near to her thigh, as her skin found his lips. He shivered with pleasure at the sound of her voice.

"Now, now mon amour," he murmured huskily, his words lifting off into end in an almost groan. "Good things come to those who wait."

Bonnie tilted her head back to give him more access, moaning softly as his mouth moved along her skin and she pressed her hips back against his. Shivering against his touch, her fingers ducked beneath his waistband, between fabric and skin, and teased and tempted.

"Waiting..." She groaned softly in his ear as he reached a particularly sensitive spot and her grip tightened in response. "Too long... wastes... opportunity..." She bit down on the skin at his shoulder, gently enough, to hold back another groan as her hand quickened its pace. She paused suddenly, his touch against her thigh sending a shiver ricocheting through her system. "Roul..."

Roul's head leaned heavily against her shoulder as his whole body shook with desire; his lips still pressing into her skin muffled the slight hitch of his breath, and the deep throated groan as her hands-

Another shake, felt through every nerve in his body as he pushed against her, desperate to -

With a deep growl, his eyes dark with hunger, desire, need Roul swiftly, with the moves of someone both skilled and practiced, moved her hands away, lost their last barrier between them and pulled her so much closer.

His lips hovering by her ear once more.

"Well then," his voice was rough with emotion as he whispered, almost growls themselves, "What are we waiting for."