Scabior lay on the bottom bunk thinking and smoking. Something he seemed to do far more often then he'd cared to do. Thinking, that is.
One round down and more to go. How many that was, he had lost track of weeks ago, and if truth be told, as long as the gold flowed in, he didn't care how many there was.
He shivered slightly, rolled over on his back and continued thinking.
A soft laugh from above startled him out of his thoughts.
"Scabior?" A very feminine voice asked.
A wicked grin spread over his pale face.
"Yes, love?"
Suddenly a face appeared over the edge of the top bunk. Two emerald eyes peered at him through a long, thick veil of blood red hair. His grin widened more as he looked at the woman.
"Well hello beautiful…" His trademark greeting garnered him a quick flash of a smile.
"And hello handsome." She snickered softly. A pair of nicely shaped legs encased in black now came into his sight…
He felt a twitching in his pants as he watched the legs…yes…one of these days…
Scabior pushed that thought aside, as he watched her jump down from the bunk. She stood there for a moment surveying her surroundings.
"Scabior, is this all we do?" She finally said as she lowered herself down on his bunk.
His blue-grey eyes took every inch of her in…
"Wot? Oh, we snatch…deliver…collect…wait. Yes, that's pretty much it."
The woman grinned in a bored sort of way.
"Talk about worse than where I came from." She yawned. For a second she seemed lost in thought, but before he could even react, she was atop him staring down at him.
"Scabior…" Her face was mere inches from his.
"Yes?"
"Say my name." She demanded.
Scabior stared up at her. What game was she playing at here?
"Morgan, wot are ya up to now?"
She sneered at him coolly.
"My first name, Scabior. Say it."
Her face seemed to get closer as she spoke. Her ruby lips just too close to his…
That annoying twitch in his pants said they were not close enough.
"Damn it, Vivienne ! " He snarled up at her.
"There! How difficult was that? "
Scabior shuddered. Yes, she was definitely up to something. Secretive, sneaky…ah yes, she had learned from the best.
"Yer up to something, love. "
"And if I am?" She asked.
"Just do it. No need to keep it from me." He couldn't help but stare at her mouth as she spoke.
Great. He was in trouble for saying that.
"Okay fine. You asked for it."
Once again, before he could even react, she did something he'd been hoping she'd do since he first found her.
That mouth, that delicious ruby lipped mouth came crashing down over his, nearly astounding him. He didn't hesitate in responding to this in the most appropriate way.
Scabior kissed her back.
Vivienne pulled back slightly and looked down at the man beneath her. He was the answer to her dreams…he was the answer, period. Snatcher he may be, as she was now, it just didn't matter anyway…
Not if it got her what she wanted.
He was what she wanted…but first and foremost, to get as far away from her oh so delightful uncle, and her crazed aunts…yes, he was the answer to everything. He may not have known that last bit, and she was fine with keeping it to herself…besides, if he had known it…
"Vivienne?" He had his fingers entwined in her hair, and his lips burned wicked kisses along her neck.
She shook herself out of this disturbing thought.
Vivienne pushed him away and looked into those haunting blue-grey eyes. How beautiful they were…so filled with lust at that very moment. She leaned forward, pulling him to her as she did so and pressed her lips to his. His lips parted eagerly, tongue darting out to touch hers.
How playful this all was.
How disturbing.
"Vivienne…" Scabior breathed her name into the kiss.
"Yes, my little snatcher?" She deepened the kiss, drawing him closer and closer.
A low growl escaped him as she said this.
Then a laugh…a cold, spine tingling laugh followed that growl. He pushed her off him and onto the bottom of the bunk.
Scabior got up and stood looking at her. His head tilted slightly to the side, hair hanging like a dark sky …the red streak seemed to wink at her…
"Just wot do you think yer uncle would say if he knew about us?"
Vivienne's mouth came open in a comical 'O'.
Scabior snickered when she didn't say anything.
"Yeah, I knew, love. I've known all along…ever since I snatched you."
Again, she simply said nothing.
He looked at her for a long time. He studied her…and damn that twitching and throbbing in his pants…yes, he wanted her…almost had taken her moments ago.
Her damn uncle would kill him if he did. Not to mention what that crazy aunt of hers would do to him…and that, was before she killed him.
"Now beautiful, let's get this straight. I know all about you. I know who yer uncle is, I know who yer aunts are…"
"But…" She seemed flustered. And for a moment, she seemed…
Angry.
Scabior continued on quickly.
"I want you. True. I can tell you want me. True. Love, what are we to do about this?"
Vivienne licked her lips slowly. Scabior nearly lost that tiny hold he had on his self control.
"Woman, yer going to be the death of me…"
He could have finished his sentence. Had intended to finish it. Vivienne had another idea.
Reaching out, she grabbed him by the front of his leather coat, and yanked him towards her, pulling him down on top of her. Her mouth quickly claimed his, and she kissed him deeply, wantingly. Her hands explored his chest, his arms…his face…
"Scabior?" She mouth his named as she kissed him again.
"Wot?"
"Just do it…"
He knew what that meant…damn that twitching and throbbing…
"Yer uncle…"
She laughed coldly.
"Uncle Lucius is the last thing on my mind…"
Great.