All the Right Moves by One Republic

We've got all the right friends in all the wrong places.

He was known throughout the area as the pretty face of the Thieves guild. His connections were endless reaching just about the most powerful to the most devious. He knew a man for every job; he was a snitch and a safe of information all in one. The lives he could ruin with the slip of his tongue sacred her. He was a player of tricks and a business man for the devil. His eyes alone were his tale tells signs. He was a corrupted man looking to get his means no matter what it took, no matter who it hurts. He knew his limit and knew that it was a force worthy for the most powerful opponents. He had yet found a foe he couldn't get on level with.

We've got all the right moves in all the right faces.

She was a walking bomb with her flowing hair and wide hips. Her mouth beckoned out to be satisfied while her eyes showed a prowl of restless lusts. Her tiny waist and wide bust made it hard for the male population to keep from a dry mouth, he was no exception.

She stole life and its memories with one touch, one kiss. Her hands stole more than he could even imagine. She was just as corrupted as he. She had ruined more lives than he could attempt to owning up to. She was his female alter ego of sorts and yet she had made him look like a puny thug with fireworks. It was only natural that of all the women he would woo, she would be his hardest yet.

Yeah, we're going down.

She was his favorite opponent yet. Her mysterious glances and the unreadable remarks would throw him off. She never showed her emotions towards him, only her hate. He knew better than to fall for her harsh remarks and the sting of her furious looks. She wouldn't let up the whole night as he cornered her in the corner of the little casino stash out.

He'll be the King of hearts and she'll be the Queen of Spades.

I know we've got it good, but they've got it made.