Chapter 3: Their dance
Ok, I know I said Penelope doesn't exist in this story, but I have just edited the last chapter so that she's conveniently away and will come back in a day or two. It's not a big edit so you won't necessarily notice it immediately. Well, that's all... on with the chapter!
Flashback, Rajan's palace in India...
Jobs: Steal a Tuxedo/Dominate the Dance Floor
Izzy's POV
Sly and I had tried to get to the party, but the doorkeeper didn't let us in since we lacked "the proper attire to attend to an event of such status". I had glared at him and Sly had rolled his eyes.
But Bentley of course had everything planned out already and he told us to go steal some appropriate wear from the guest house, where majority of the guests had been accommodated. He'd also told us that stealing clothing wasn't an exact science and that we should just ransack the place until we found something useful, which was an interesting observation, in my opinion.
In the guest house there were naturally guards patrolling in the rooms and along the hallways, but our journey went safely on the rafters and some really fancy chandeliers.
From the first room Sly found a jacket hung on a rack of clothes. It was long and dark purple in colour. Although, I myself thought that he'd look better in a black suit, but he probably didn't care - Oh, wait Carmelita's there! He's bound to care!I let out a huff of annoyance. Unlike my partner in crime, I hadn't grown any fond feeling towards the vixen, even if she had helped us take down Clockwerk.
"What's wrong? Can't find anything?" Sly asked.
"This guy doesn't have a date" I announced, "There aren't any women's clothes here"
"Let's check the next room then. This guy hasn't packed extra tux pieces either"
We continued our ransacking in the next guest room and I got lucky. I found everything I needed from here. It's good that when we ladies overpack, we really don't leave it halfway. The dress I found was royal blue in colour. It was long, reaching all the way to my ankles. The dress came with a pair of shoes, meant for dancing and I eagerly took them with me as I knew that the heist would involve me and Sly dancing.
The sentiment made me smile, widely.
Sly on the other hand, wasn't so lucky as he found only a pair of gloves. Fortunately the three next rooms we turned upside down, provided him with the rest tuxedo pieces.
"Okay, I think I have everything now" Sly said.
"Good, go change" I ordered, pointing at the bathroom.
"What about you?"
"I'll go change in the room I found this dress" I informed him.
He looked confused.
"Why?"
"The guest there had a rather nice collection of makeup and if we want to look like we belong there, I'm gonna need some makeup"
"Ah" he nodded.
I exited the room and walked nonchalantly along the hallway. Thanks to me all the guards were unconscious in various locations and wouldn't wake up in a while, so I had nothing to fear, unless someone decided to retire early from the party, which was improbable
. When I entered the second room we'd ransacked, I went straight for the bathroom where I found a nice little pouch of makeups. (Because I am just a simple man trying to write his fanfictions, I have no earthly idea about any kind of makeup whatsoever, so let's just say that Izzy applied the makeup and be done with it. All in favor? Good!)
Once I had the makeup done, I slipped out of my current outfit and began putting on everything I'd "borrowed" from the female occupant of this room. I was in the middle of dressing myself, when I heard the door open and shut.
I froze.
"Izzy?" called a familiar voice.
"Thank God, it's just Sly" I thought.
"I'm here!" I called back to him.
Then I realized that I wasn't even fully dressed yet. For a moment, I thought about telling him to come in and maybe just flashing something at him quickly.
But I decided against it.
"That would be a little too desperate"
"But I'm not dressed, so don't you dare come in!"
I heard his steps halt.
"Do tell when you're... decent" he replied and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I took my time putting everything on and reinspecting myself from the luxurious mirror.
"We do have schedule to keep, ya know..." Sly quipped from the door.
I spun around to face the raccoon. A snippy comeback at the ready, but it died in my mouth as I saw him. He had the tuxedo on and miraculously it fit him perfectly. I was too busy staring at Sly in his tux that I didn't even notice him walking up to me. He looked so damn good in it!
He clearing his throat finally snapped me out of it.
"Didn't I tell not to come in?" I immediately asked, turning to the mirror again, barely able to hide my blush.
"You did, but I decided to ignore it"
That arrogance! Sometimes I really want to slap him for it. Buuut on the other hand, I did love it...
I rolled my eyes at the comment and continued my self-inspection.
"Are you thoroughly impressed by yourself by now?" Sly asked from behind me.
"Well, now that you ask, I think some jewelry wouldn't hurt" I looked around, "But there doesn't seem to be any here" I continued, slightly disappointed.
Again, Sly moved without me noticing and was suddenly standing right behind me with his hands lifted to my neck's height.
"How about this then?" he asked, letting a beautiful silver necklace with a sapphire embedded in it fall from his hands.
He left it dangling in the air so that I could see it properly. My heart was already hammering away by then...
"It looks... sufficient" I replied in a weak voice.
He quirked a brow.
"Only sufficient? Does the princess desire something more extravagant?" his voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"No!" I exclaimed, "It's good"
He smirked once again, clasped the necklace around my neck and withdrew a few steps.
"You were right, little jewelry didn't hurt at all"
I turned away from the mirror to smile at him.
"Shall we?" he asked, offering me his arm.
I smiled even wider and accepted his offer eagerly.
"We shall"
We marched proudly through the guest house and through the streets. The guards paid us no mind, since we probably didn't look different to them than any other guests.
It felt so good to be this close to him, for a fleeting moment, I let myself pretend that this was Sly taking me on a date somewhere real fancy. I wondered if he thought the same, but immediately squashed the though. Why would he think that? He's probably thinking about how to best woo Carmelita. The prospect really made me so angry, but also sad.
So sad in fact that I let a small sigh escape my lips.
"What is it?" I heard Sly ask.
"Nothing, I just hope all goes well" I quickly lied.
"I think it'll be great!" he replied, sounding very, very excited.
I just sighed again.
"I wish I could say the same" I muttered under my breath.
...
"Remember the mission guys, you two will dance and try to get Carmelita's attention" Bentley reminded us.
We'd just arrived at the ballroom and Sly was already looking for Carmelita.
I gave a laugh, thinking about us dancing. The last time we had danced, was when I'd forcibly dragged him to dance lessons when we were teenagers. He objected of course, but I "persuaded" him with a few "valid points" and we had a nice year together with dance lessons every Sunday. Bentley and Murray didn't stop picking on him about it for months...
We'd really had fun there. We were both quite apt dancers by the end of the that year and I told him that someday we could really need these skills again.
Apparently, I wasn't wrong.
I felt my hand being grabbed and someone started to lead me to the dance floor. I listened to the music. It was a tango song, sort of an upbeat, but with very versatile melody. (That's the best description for the tango song I listened for this)
We positioned ourselves for the oncoming dance.
From there on, I just remember dancing with Sly. Just staring deep into his brown eyes and letting him lead us through the dance. It felt magical. This was the closest I'd been to him in years and I loved every second of it.
But as all good things must, our dance too came to an end and I was bereaved from my dreams by a voice, I hated more than anything else in the world.
"Good evening. I just wanted to congratulate you for your performance. It was absolutely amazing" Carmelita complimented.
She was completely ignoring me and focusing her attention wholly on Sly.
Bentley had told me to look upset and annoyed as according to him that would only make Carmelita feel more inclined in trying to get Sly to herself.
It wasn't hard. I glared at her and did everything I could to make the vixen realize that she wasn't wanted here.
But of course, we had our plan and it involved Sly dancing with Carmelita. I doubt he would've even wanted it otherwise...
"Why, thank you" Sly replied smoothly, "It is always nice to hear some words of appreciation"
She smiled at him and they continued their idle chatting for a few moments, before Sly posed the question I'd been dreading for:
"Perhaps you and I could share a dance later Ms...?"
"Fox. Carmelita Fox and... I accept"
"Perfect" Sly said, smiling kindly.
I didn't want to listen to them anymore, so I took this chance to interject:
"Honey" I said, putting some real emphasis on the word, "I think it's time we go"
I half-dragged him from the dance floor and I wasn't even sure if he was acting or not...
Back in the safe house...
I'd taken a modest "bath" in our cave of a safe house and changed for bed. I went to look for Sly to wish him good night as I did every single night.
I found him sitting on the little balcony sort of formation that extended from our safe house's side.
"Sly?" I said, tapping his shoulder.
He turned his head to look at me.
"Good acting today, Izzy. You really looked like jealous woman who's losing her date" Sly smirked at me.
I forced a smile and he didn't seem to notice it. Inside of me though, that little "compliment" made me feel like my heart split in two. It hurt, even if it was completely logical for Sly to think I was acting, but still, it hurt.
"Good night" I whispered and walked away before he replied.
...
I lay on my bed, thinking about his comment. I was wallowing in the emotional turmoil his words had awoken. Torn between sadness, self-hatred and frustration. Sometimes I wondered, if he would ever feel anything for me or would I just be pining away after him all my life. Watching him finding someone else, him introducing that someone to me with a big smile and pretending to be happy for them in their wedding...
Why did it have to be so hard?
Needless to say, I didn't sleep at all that night. I was just lying awake, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape.
"Why me?"
Izzy's POV
I woke up somewhere near midday in my bed and yawned mightily, separating my jaws wide. Getting up, I just decided to stay in pajamas. That was mostly because I didn't need to do anything today and pajamas felt much more comfortable than normal clothes. I strolled out of my room and straight into kitchen where Murray was having his... lunch, I believe.
"Morning, Isabelle" Murray wished merrily.
"Good morning, big guy. Did you save any breakfast for me?"
"Sure! It's there on the stove"
I nodded thanks and went over to the stove to pile my plate full of eggs and bacon. I sat down by the table to eat.
Moments later, Bentley wheeled in with his computer in hand.
"Good morning, Isabelle"
"Morning, Bentley. How comes our plan?" I inquired.
"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk about..." he looked around, "But apparently, Sly isn't awake so we'll have to wait for him"
Normally, I would just go and haul him from bed, but I decided to let him sleep in for once.
"Well, you can start sharing the plan with us anyway" I suggested, "I'm curious"
"Today, we will execute the operation"
"Already?" I wondered.
"Yes, there're only two other thing that need to be done before the OP: 1. taking control of their security and pretty much everything electric in the house. 2. stealing a security guard uniform for Murray" Bentley explained to me, "You can make a wild guess who'll be doing what"
"And how are we going to do that?"
"I'll take care of the security of course and you'll just go and steal a uniform from some laundry house. I will be leaving in few minutes" he announced.
I boggled at that.
"So soon?"
"I need to do it before Lucas wakes up or he'll know I'm an impostor"
"What about when he wakes up? Won't he hear it from someone, like the guards?" I asked.
"Maybe" Bentley replied, little too unsurely if you ask me... "All the more reason to carry out the operation today"
"We're stealing the crown today?" inquired a drowsy voice behind us.
We turned to look in the direction of the voice. There, in the doorway, stood Sly who looked like he had just woken up... which he probably had.
When I watched him slowly walk over to us, all the thoughts from last night about kissing him came back to me. I began thinking if I should really do it.
"He might not like it" I thought.
"Or he will" my brains countered.
"I can't know know that for sure"
"You're only trying to convince yourself"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are"
"NO, I AM NOT!"
"Admit it, you are"
"Screw this!"
During my little mental battle, Sly had finished his walk over to us and was now sitting next to me, eating a slice of bacon he'd pilfered from my plate.
"Morning, guys, Izzy" he wished, still somewhat sleepily.
Murray and Bentley were both about to reply, but I beat them to it.
"Good morning, Ringtail" I said sweetly as I quickly bent over to him, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.
Everyone had different reaction. Murray just stared at me, looking lost. Bentley frowned and quirked a brow at the same time. Sly on the other hand... his reaction came little late due to him still being half-asleep, but when it came, it was really something...
He had been rocking his chair back and forth with his feet like he always does and now, he was falling down. I guess, I took him by surprise.
"CRASH"
And Sly was on the ground! Now, I was worried. His reaction hadn't been exactly what I'd been waiting for, even if I didn't really wait for anything specific.
"Why would you do that?" he asked, completely astounded and still lying on the ground.
I crouched down over him and cocked a brow.
"You didn't like it?" I asked, barely able to mask the worry into slight mischievousness.
"No..." said he, making me flinch, "...it's not that" he suddenly continued, "Just... give me a heads up next time"
"What? Is he saying that I can do it again?"
"Are you saying that I can do it again?" I asked, unable to keep all of my incredulity from my voice.
He blushed a little and thankfully, the incredulity in my voice went unnoticed.
"I... guess I am"
I beamed at him. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him up and gave him another quick kiss on the cheek. Then I just pushed him to another chair and got him the last of the breakfast.
"Now, eat. We have work to do" I commanded.
First Bentley's POV! This probably won't be very long...
I was on my way to Lucas's house, or more accurately, mansion. My thoughts were occupied by Sly's and Isabelle's odd behavior. They were acting... differently. Both of them seemed to be clinging more to the other. Isabelle perhaps a little more visibly than Sly, but he did it as well. And then there was the kiss... I had never thought about it, but now that I did I realized that they really didn't kiss each other that much. They didn't kiss at all actually... There was something happening between them, but I just couldn't quite put my finger on it and that was strange.
By the time I reached the mansion, I was getting worried that Lucas had already woken up. He would know for sure that there wasn't supposed to be anyone inspecting the security.
"Knock, knock" I knocked on the door.
My wheelchair was in its camouflage mode. All the buttons were hidden, the rocket boosters were locked down and all in all, it looked just like any other wheelchair, except maybe for the form.
I waited for a long moment before the door was opened.
"Who are you?" came a rude question from a security guard.
"Good day. I am here to inspect the security as promised" I lied.
"What? I am not informed of this"
"Well, here are papers that verify my qualifications" I handed him a forged stack of papers, "Mr. Lucas personally made contact with our company and asked for security check for the sake of his party"
The guard took a quick look through the papers.
"Hey, George!" he suddenly shouted into the house.
Footsteps started coming our way and soon next to the first guard stood another one.
"Are you aware of this security inspection. This guy claims that he was contacted by Mr. Lucas himself and asked to check our security"
The second guard seemed to think about it for a moment.
"I remember him making some calls a few days ago... and I think he mentioned something about tighter security. This could be what he meant" he shrugged.
"I need to verify this from Mr. Lucas"
My heart jolted upon hearing that. I hoped they didn't notice the sweat collecting on my forehead...
"He's still sleeping and you know how he doesn't like to be woken up" the other guard noted.
"But this is a matter of security!"
"Remember, Joe? He got fired for waking him just a few weeks ago"
The guard looked at me, then the papers, then the other guard and then me again.
"Fine, come in. I will be supervising you during this inspection. What are you supposed to be doing" he asked me.
"I was instructed to make sure that every security system is linked to the main terminal and that its firewalls are still functioning as they should" I replied professionally.
If they just let me on the main computer, I could easily download a software that would allow me to control everything that's linked to it.
"Follow me then and don't run off" the guard ordered.
"I'm in a wheelchair. Do I look like I could 'run off'?" I quipped.
The other guard chuckled, but was quickly silenced by a glare from his colleague.
"I have some duties to take care off" he muttered, excusing himself.
"Let's go"
He lead me to the main terminal. On the way, there were a few flights of stairs and the guard was forced to carry me up. Once I was in front of the main terminal he withdrew two steps and motioned for me to begin.
"I'll be here all the time, watching" he announced.
"Of course" I nodded.
It was relatively easy to download the software and do the so called "inspection". Everything in the house was linked to the main terminal! I mean every last appliance from the security cameras to the refrigerator. I could tell the guard tried to keep up on what I was doing, but the sheer number of tabs and my typing speed must've made it hard for him.
"Everything seems to be in order" I informed at last.
"Was there something else then?" the guard asked.
"No, that is all. Mr. Lucas has already taken care of everything, including the payment"
"Then you won't mind me escorting you out?" he "asked", even if it was more of an demand.
"Not at all. I will be needing your help with the stairs and all..." I reminded him.
His expression dropped slightly when he was reminded of this. It wasn't that I was heavy, it was the chair that really weighed like a sin.
"Shall we, then?" I asked.
It was surprisingly long to me, but anyways, back to Izzy's POV
"Do you remember the plan?" I asked Sly, who was just now putting on a black suit.
I had gotten it for him as soon as we'd stolen the security guard uniform for Murray and what I had always thought was true: He did look good in a black suit, much better than in the tuxedo back in India.
"Yeah, we dance, you distract Lucas, Murray and me make our way to the vitrine with the crown, Bentley turns off the lights, Murray takes down the guards, I get the crown, then we all head out we head out separate ways. You and I make our exit and go for the rendezvous point at the van. If everything goes according to plan Murray should arrive seconds after. Then we get out of there"
I was amazed. Sly didn't study the plans by heart like that. Sure he knew what we were supposed to be doing, but that kind of detailed description that included what everyone was supposed to be doing all the time was never his thing.
Apparently, my amazement showed on my face, because his next comment was:"I had to memorize the action plans pretty quickly when in Interpol"
I just nodded in understanding, not wanting to dwell in the subject. I tried quickly to find something else to talk about, when my eyes happened to land on his red bowtie. It was a mess! Didn't Sly know how to tie a proper bowtie?
I went over to him and examined it closer.
"Look at that mess of a bowtie!" I exclaimed overdramatically.
He looked at it in the mirror. His face adopted a sheepish looking smile and he was about to undo and redo it, but I stopped him.
"Here, let me. You'll just mess it up even more" I said playfully, undoing the disaster he called a bowtie, "You really don't know how to tie this the right way?"
"Perhaps I messed it up on purpose... just to get you closer to me" he said in a voice barely above whisper.
My head sprung up to look at him and my cheeks flashed red.
He was flirting! With me! Since when does Sly flirt with me!?
"Idiot" I muttered, causing him to smirk that smirk I loved so much.
I finished off the bowtie and looked at him again.
"You know, you could've just asked if you're that desperate" I quipped.
"Oh, I'm not desperate and I know, but I enjoy making you blush"
I refused to let myself blush more than I already had. Sly had never deliberately made me blush and even if I did blush, he usually didn't notice it.
"You should probably go get ready" he suddenly suggested, "We'll be leaving soon"
Sly's POV
I was waiting for Izzy to come out of her room so that we could finally get going. I didn't really know why, but I was really looking forward to getting to dance with her again. I hadn't really paid attention last time we danced in India.
It made me feel bad for some reason. I should've paid more attention to her back then. It was our dance... together...
"Ok, I'm ready!"
I shook my head, trying to clear the conflicting thoughts and lifted my gaze to Isabelle.
I gasped.
She was wearing a beautiful red dress that hugged her hourglass figure smoothly. And the cleavage... it was rather... generous, not that I would mind, just saying. The dress reached all the way to her ankles (again...), but left her arms were bare. On her wrists she had two silvery bracelets. Once I managed to rip my gaze from the cleavage, I noticed the necklace she had. It was the same one I'd given her in India. She still had it? She also had red dancing shoes and...
"Earth to Sly!"
I blinked.
"Huh?" I blinked again and finally my eyes focused on her face. She had covered the scar with some makeup. Part of me always wondered, why she didn't do that in the first place, rather than using her hair to cover the whole eye.
She was now standing in front of me without me even noticing and the smirk on her face was wider than ever.
"See something you like?" she inquired.
"Y-You" I stuttered, then blushed.
She laughed. It was full of joy and amusement.
"Come on now, we need to get to the party" she said, grabbing my arm.
When she started pulling me towards the door, I finally regained my composure and my brains started working again.
"Izzy?"
"Yeah?"
"You look fabulous"
She looked at me. Then assessed me from head to toe with playfully critical look.
"You look very handsome as well"
I stared at her for a moment, smiling. And then, just on a whim, I pecked her nose gently. Like last time, it was more out of impulse than a conscious act. But also, just like last time, the good, right kind of feeling washed over me and I wondered how she would feel about that. Last time, she'd been surprised and now... she seemed to be slowly breaking into smile.
All of a sudden, she grabbed my face and pulled me down. My cheek landed on her lips and she gave me one big, sloppy kiss, afterwards rubbing the spot with her nose.
Then, she just skipped happily to the van, leaving me standing there, staring after her dreamily.
I wondered what was happening between us.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm really beginning to like it!"
Our forged invitations worked like a charm and we were let in without any skirmish. Izzy was holding onto my arm. It was really making me feel confident. Like I could do anything... Murray had joined a patrol of guards and there didn't seem to be any problems with that either.
On our way to the ballroom, we attracted some glances from the other guests who'd come to the entrance hall to cool down a little. Most of the men watched Isabelle glide gracefully beside me and some of them were almost drooling, though that included mostly just them who had no date... or at least one couldn't be seen for the moment.
And the women...
They were gaping at me and most of their dates were giving me outright despising looks. Fortunately, I had Izzy there with me. Her murdering glares were enough to make the females shrink back and turn their attention back to something else. Although I still noticed some more clandestine looks being cast by pretty much everyone at us.
"We seem to attract some unwanted attention" I observed.
"It's just because of me. You said it yourself, I'm fabulous!" she proudly declared.
I detached my hand from hers and brought it around her, pulling her against me.
"That you are, Isabelle"
We entered the ballroom and were immediately met with the music and chattering of the crowd. No one really paid any attention to us, which was good thing. We didn't want to make too grand entrance.
"There's Lucas" Izzy pointed imperceptibly at the lynx standing next to a plexiglass vitrine.
"And the crown" I added.
The vitrine itself was surrounded by four security guards and I noticed that Murray had somehow made it as one of them.
"He was fast..."
The dance floor was right next to the vitrine, probably so that Lucas could see the crown if by some divine miracle someone asked him to dance. I chuckled at the prospect.
There was a waltz beginning, so I lead Izzy to the dancefloor and we readied for the dance. I still remembered the year we'd spent on dance lessons together. I admit, I was a little reluctant at first, but later came around when I noticed that it was really fun dancing with her.
The dance began, but I didn't concentrate that much on it. The dance moves came from our muscle memory even if it had been a long time since we'd danced together. I was really just focusing on Izzy's cerulean eyes. I was losing myself in their blue depths. They were like two sapphires. So beautiful, so bright.
Alas, the dance ended all too soon and I was brought back to reality.
"Come on" I said, tugging Izzy towards the vitrine, "I need to examine the showcase"
We headed for the Crown of the King. I let go of my partner in crime, somewhat reluctantly. After all, I was just supposed to be Izzy's friend who she had brought with her.
Though, I'm not sure if our dance really suggested that we were just friends...
"Wait. What am I thinking?"
Izzy cast one quick, wistful look in my direction as we separated and I went to the vitrine and she went to talk to Lucas. I bent down, pretending to be admiring the crown, but in reality, it was the lock I was really interested in. Even though, lock wasn't exactly the word I would use. It was a hasp to be more precise.
"It must be rigged to trigger an alarm if lifted" I deduced, "This guy relies far too much on technology..."
I heard Izzy laughing and looked up. She was chatting with Lucas and was seemingly comfortable and relaxed, but I saw right through it. She wasn't uncomfortable, no, but she was clearly tense and ready for anything that might happen.
When a new song started playing, she apparently suggested for them to dance, because seconds later, they walked together to the dancefloor and took positions. I watched intently as Lucas's hand slid sickeningly down to her waist.
A sudden wave of possessiveness and... jealousy came over me.
Those feelings were a lot stronger than they should've been. They were much stronger than with Carmelita. It surprised me. I had no idea what this was or why I was feeling like this. (Yeah, Sly's really that dim in this case)
I snapped out of my thoughts as I suddenly remembered, why I was here. I raised my hand to my ear. If someone looked, it would seem like I was scratching my ear, but really I was turning on my earpiece and whispering: "Time for Phase 2"
"Ok, lights out in 10 seconds" Bentley replied.
In ten seconds, the whole ballroom went completely dark. Screams erupted from the crowd and the music stopped. No one could see in this kind of dankness, but the gang had come prepared. We had night-vision goggles that Bentley had modified so that they looked like normal eyeglasses, in case someone saw them. (No idea how, he just has)
"PUNCH"
"POW"
"KATOW"
Apparently, Murray had taken care of the other three guards. I slipped on my goggles, opened the vitrine and grabbed the Crown of the King from its little pillow. In its place I left the Cooper calling card. Izzy appeared next to me suddenly and she smiled at me and then looked at the crown.
"Looks nice" she commented.
"Let's get out of here. We need to get to the rendezvous point" I said and we broke into a sprint.
I noticed that Izzy had night-vision goggles on as well and I couldn't help but to wonder where she'd kept them...
"What about Lucas?" I just had to know.
"Left lying on the floor with his right arm paralyzed" she replied happily.
"Did he try something?" I asked darkly.
"His hands were trying to get to places they should've stayed far away from"
I almost turned back to go make sure his arm stayed paralyzed, but managed to stop myself for the sake of the heist.
We made it to the rendezvous point in time. Bentley already had the van running and now we just waited for Murray to arrive. He too was on schedule and without further ado, our hippo friend grabbed the wheel and drove away.
Izzy's POV
In the safe house, we all witnessed Sly laying our newest trophy on the trophy shelf. It was a big moment for all of us. Sly had finally come back and we had pulled a successful heist together.
And something else was stirring between us. He had kissed me again and then there was the look he'd had when he saw me dancing with Lucas. I wonder what he had felt during that moment. He'd looked furious and... jealous, but was it all that there was to it?
If he had been jealous, then it meant... it meant that he felt something too!
After the moment passed and everyone went on their way. I went to shower and change. When I was looking for Sly, I was slightly afraid of what he would say this time. I dreaded for another good acting comment.
I found him in his room, already asleep on his bed. I went over to him and smiled when I saw his handsome face so peaceful. My hand reached out to gently caress his cheek.
"Good night, Sly" I whispered, kissing his cheek.
Out of nowhere, his face broke into a smile.
"Isabelle..." he muttered, sounding so happy and content.
"He's dreaming about... me?" I thought happily, though somewhat incredulously.
I kissed him again and left him to sleep. I walked to my room and lay on the bed.
"He's dreaming about you!" my mind kept repeating.
I let this thought lull me to sleep, in turn dreaming of him.
Hopefully you liked this and I know, I know it's full of emotional contemplation and all that. Review and stuff...