Title: The Bonnie to His Clyde
Prompt: Sakura stopped shoving clothes and envelopes of cash in a duffel bag when he slipped into her room through the open window. She jumped from her bed and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "I thought you wouldn't make it," she mumbled through his shirt. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. He smelled of expensive perfume and cigarette smoke. "How'd you get away?"
Idea: Anonymous on Tumblr
Note: I lowkey struggled with how to set this up no lie, but then I said fuck it and threw on You Reposted in the Wrong Neighborhood and just went with it.
There's no going back from here on out. There's urgency, and there's the need to move like never before. They were doing this—her friend's and family be damned. They're not backing down in these moments. She was messing with the wrong kind of people, and she likes it. The thrill is throughout her, and what fear there should be hasn't truly hit home. There's nothing she wants more in these moments. When he had told her of his intentions, and what he was planning there had only been the hint of hesitation before she was in.
They would run, and they would never look back. It would be him and her, and god knows who would come for them. That's all apart of the thrill, and it's all apart of the game they were playing. She would be the Bonnie to his Clyde. She would be the partner to his crime, and it only serves to make her flush in anticipation. The clothes she yanks from the hangers sends them hitting against those already bare, and it's only after she's stuffed the clothes with little care within the duffle bag that her fingers are reaching for the money she had been entrusted with.
If you had told her in her younger years she'd be an accessory to a crime she would have snorted and laughed in your face—that was then, and this is now, and now she's yanking the envelopes of cash from the sack she had hid under her bed and shoving them within the same duffle bag she's filled with clothes. Heart beat fast and hammering her eyes graze the clock before continuing her quick movements to shove the envelopes of cash within the bag. He should have lost them by now. He should be here. There's panic that perhaps he hadn't managed to ditch those they had robbed.
A noise catches her.
She's whipping her head around.
The fear is there.
—and then there is the relief at seeing obsidian strands, and equally obsidian eyes.
He's slipped within her window, and there's no stopping her affection in these moments. Fingers wrap themselves within those obsidian strands as her arms come around his neck. The hold upon him is tight but calming as his finger's come to wrap within her own pale pink locks.
"I thought you wouldn't make it." her voice carries all of the worry she had felt as she presses her face into his shirt inhaling the expensive perfume, and cigarette smoke that lingered upon him, "How'd you get away?"
There's the briefest feel of his lips pressed against the side of her face as they come to whisper within her ear, "We can talk about it when we're safe."
That's all she needs to hear to separate herself from him and finish that in which he had instructed well before they had gone through with his plan. They're not stealing from good hard working people. They're stealing from crooks and giving them a taste of their own medicine. Fingers grab hold of the black hoodie to slide over her head. Her hair is a mess within the twisted and rushed actions, and she can hear him zipping up the duffle bag.
His job was a dangerous one, and he's just as dangerous as the job he takes, but she had accepted that long ago—there's not a single ounce of regret in her.
His finger's have grabbed her own and he's pulling her through the window holding the bag she's prepared. The fire escape is loud with their steps has they charge down them. The haste in all of his action's only make her want to move faster. They're breathing hard and there's a startle at him releasing her hand and jumping from the ledge instead of taking the ladder. The bag only slides down his shoulder briefly as he reaches out to her. There's only a second before she moves. She just moves because she trusts this man.
He's caught her and his fingers have grabbed her hand just as fast as he's placed her feet down upon the ground below and they're running. It's exciting—exhilarating. Never had she thought there would be such things with what they were doing. There had been second guesses and then they had set his plan into motion. It had cleansed her of second guesses, and it was then that she had chosen to never second guess this man.
His hand around her own is all she needs. They could be on the run for the rest of their lives and as long as his hand held her own like this she would never need to second guess anything.
They're rounding the building and headed down an alleyway. Her heart is hammering once more within her chest, and it rings within her ears. Lungs burn as they turn another corner and there's the smallest scolding within her head that she needs to work out more as they run down yet another alleyway. He's halting them at the car parked within the narrow alley yanking her into him with his abrupt movements.
There's a toss of the bag within the back seat.
She's taking the driver seat.
He's taking the passenger seat.
The key's in the ignition.
The car is roaring within the turn of the key.
—and he's twisting within the seat to pull the gun his hip.
It's not long into their drive down the main street and the slide of her fingers on the wheel as she makes a turn heading for closest entrance to the highway. His eyes are watching the mirrors and he's pushing himself up from the center console to look out the rear window. There's an exhale from him and it only makes her realize she had stopped breathing within those moments.
It all seems to good to be true. They're not being followed, and they're hitting the entrance to merge onto the highway when her heart stops.
That noise, and that sound. It made her heart halt within it's rhythm.
The hole within the window is all she needs to turn pale and become a deer in the headlights. He's gripping her hand and giving a squeeze as a curse falls from his lips. The gruff air that leaves him comes not even a moment later removing his hand from hers to send the window down and out of his way.
"Keep it steady and don't slow down."
Her hearts come back to life at his voice and it only makes her slam her foot down to increase the speed they obviously need. He's leaning out the window and the shots fired make her heart pound within her ears. Those second guesses are still completely non-existent. It didn't matter what hell she had to travel through. As long as he kept holding her hand through it all she'd be fine.
The chase has her making hasty decisions. Everything about this whole situation has been hasty. She's the Bonnie to his Clyde though, and that only serves to make her believe that it'll be fine. They'll be fine. He's not outrunning these people without her. He's right in this seat next to her sending return fire. There was no doubt this was a possibility. She's seen enough movies, and she's seen enough television to know this is always how it works out.
Biting down upon her lip has her glaring out as she maneuvers through the cars not allowing them to slow down her pace. The tunnel will prove to be an issue but not if she makes her way in front of some of these cars. The distance is key and she's not backing down from this challenge.
Those that chase them are persistent and it's only after they're far—far farther than she's ever been and they've made it too the meeting point—that she gets a chance to gaze at who had given him such a job. The man radiates in danger, and it only makes her shiver as she keeps herself behind him. The meeting is entirely business. There's the feel of this man's eyes seeking her out, and amusement within his voice.
The Clyde to her Bonnie finds no amusement in any of it though. It rings in his voice laced with warning. The exchange is quick and the swap out vehicle's keys are given. She doesn't have to drive this time. He's deemed it safe, and if he thinks it's safe then it undoubtedly must be. His hand holds hers as they drive. They don't need words. They don't need idle chatter as they head even further than this.
The shady hotel is on the outskirts of a town she's never even heard of. The click of the door is all that it takes—she cannot contain that thrill that is pulsing through her veins in waves that she lets out a throaty laugh.
The bed is horrible, and this room is the dingiest thing she's ever stepped foot into. Who is she to complain though after what they've done, and been through? It's only moments after she's let out the throaty laugh and he's pulled the hood from her head that his arms wrap around her neck from behind. That warm breath that comes from her warms her, and the hold he has is all she needs.
The whispers he gives way to flush her cheeks and send her heart beat racing for a whole different reason. He's apologizing for endangering her in something this dangerous. He's praising her for her part in this whole thing. It's tender, and it's as if he too had felt the same thrill laced in worry. There's no missing the deep inhale he takes—her fingers come to rest upon his arm wrapped around her.
"Sasuke-kun." she's soft within her whisper.
This male so dangerous, and so obsidian doesn't respond. He only instead slides his fingers from her shoulder to bring her face to his. The pressure of his mouth to hers is welcomed. It's affectionate, but not filled with softness. It's warm, but it's not racy. It's entirely genuine.
They're forehead to forehead, and she can't help but take in that still lingering expensive perfume, and cigarette smoke that hangs upon his clothes. The in hale she is one of calm as they look to each other.
"Sakura." the grin that hints upon the corner's of his mouth only serves to send soft giggles from her within this little moment between them.
Fingers find their way into his own and give way to a gentle squeeze.
They would run, and they would never look back. It would be him and her. They could be on the run for the rest of their lives. As long as his hand held hers though she would never second guess anything.
He's the Clyde to her Bonnie, and she's the Bonnie to his Clyde.
—and she doesn't regret anything about it.
