He let out a sigh of frustration before looking away to light a cigarette. Brazen hesitated and then stepped into the shadows with him. She could make out a painful breath as he took a puff of the cigarette. She couldn't look at him even if his face was obscured by the dark.

"Why are you acting like this?" Brazen wanted to know more so to stop it from happening again, if and when he finally got over whatever she'd done. The fire light caught his eye when his gaze turned to her. It gave his appearance an eerie quality that caused the hairs on her neck to tingle. He still didn't say anything and looked off in the distance toward the road. The way they would be traveling come morning.

"Snake?"

"You want to know?" His voice was resolute and more of a "will you leave me alone if I tell you" then an actual desire to speak.

"I asked." Brazen returned watching what she could see of his expression. Plissken still didn't answer and Brazen leaned on the wall next to him crossing her arms over her chest. She hated this game he played. Everything with him, even the smallest bit of knowledge was like extracting teeth unless he wanted to say something, then he would talk for hours. Tonight wasn't one of those talkative moments for the outlaw as far as Brazen was concerned. She'd never seen him as quiet as he had been the past day.

He flicked the cigarette out toward the road and leaned his head back letting out a slow trail of smoke. Brazen was still waiting and watching his manner. Of all the things the mounds of paperwork she'd sifted through on Plissken told her, the most important was realizing he spoke more through body language then words. It wasn't too hard to see he was uncomfortable. He hid it well but Brazen had been his profiler when they were looking to catch him in Thailand. She knew his behavior even if the motivations still eluded her.

She heard his boots on the pavement and his restless shifting. When she looked back over at him, he was facing her leaning his shoulder against the wall with a hand resting lightly on his hip. All of his attention was concentrated on her and the change from disregard to interest caught her off guard.

"You still want to know?"

Brazen paused and then nodded. He motioned with his finger and she slid closer figuring it was something he didn't want anyone to hear. Her mind briefly wondered if they were being trailed. It wasn't the first time she'd thought of that possibility. She leaned in watching him from the corner of her eye. She was suspicious of that look he had.

He leaned closer as if to whisper. Brazen was almost bowled over by the burning smell of alcohol on his breath but it was warm on her skin. It seemed like he was taking for ever to get to the point and come out with the reason she sought. Brazen was just about to complain when the warm hand brushed her cheek followed by a mouth eagerly pressing hers to open. Snake stepped in front of her leaning his body against hers. She wanted to shove him away but no man had ever wanted to kiss her so much it made him furious if that is what this kiss meant and she'd certainly never had one fight over her.

Her head was swimming in the desperate passion and warmth of his strong body pushed flush to hers. Brazen was still too stunned to pull away even as his hands tilted her head back and his lips moved over her neck. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders running her fingers in his hair. It was unbelievably soft and felt nothing like she imagined. She smiled as she toyed with his hair. It was something he must've enjoyed because it was followed by a lusty moan and more pressure from his weight.

His lips returned and Brazen found herself thinking about how much his lips and hair felt the same, soft, warm and pleasant to the touch. The taste of blood didn't really bother her. It seemed more then appropriate given the man who she was kissing. He shifted against her dropping his arms down around her waist and pressing his thigh up between hers. It moved in pulse with the gentle rocking rhythm that seemed to pour from his body. The motion possessed her and she pushed back against him.

Brazen felt her body burning with want. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin, his lips on her stomach. It seemed he was a mind reader as he started fighting to untuck her shirt. The fabric pulled free bringing tingles of anticipation before his hands were on her stomach. She couldn't fight the gasp as the calloused yet gentle hands slid up under her shirt. He answered with a purring moan. That sound burned right through her body bringing with it a wave of wet heat. She thrust her body down against his thigh. She felt Plissken's hand slip her bra up but it was replaced by warm hands. Her body started to quiver. Brazen started to pant feeling the ever increasing lust. Plissken's breath had turned feverish against her skin.

"Fuck Brazen." The way he spoke caused the core of her body to spasm but to her mind it meant something completely different. What was she doing? She was about to have illegal sex, with a criminal in an alley. Brazen shifted wanting to run from him. To her surprise his grip loosened and she took advantage pushing free and out of his reach.

Her whole body was flushed and hot. She could still feel him against her and taste him. The presences of his body lingered on hers and she stopped at the door to look back at him. He hadn't moved much. She could hear his ragged breath and smell the vodka on her own skin.

"I can't." She felt like she had to say something.

"What!" His voice was still husky but now it was masked by shock.

"I... I can't." She felt her body shiver involuntary when he stepped into the firelight. His chest was heaving, his body aroused. She had to force her eyes away from the bulge in his pants. She wanted him but she didn't want to be a criminal. The fury rushed back into his expression.

"You… Fucking… Cockteasing... Bitch!" His words were broken by his breathlessness. Brazen didn't want to go back in the bar alone but she had to or she wouldn't be able to resist the desire to give in to what he wanted. At least now she knew why he was frustrated though it didn't make the situation any better. In an act of sheer will Brazen pulled the door open and slipped into the bar.

Snake thought she was playing games when she slipped away maybe lure him up to the room they'd rented. He let her go anticipating a bit of a chase before she gave in. The thought appealed to him but when he finally looked up he saw something all together different. Her skin was flushed; her breath shallow but there was a determined "No." in her eyes.

When she spoke he had to fight the urge to attack her. The damned woman was running hot and frigid. Cold couldn't even apply to what she had just done. Snake screamed at her to vent some of the pressure building inside. He had a feeling once he said it that sealed the situation. Once she disappeared rage boiled to the surface so violently that Plissken turned and punched the brick wall they had been against. His knuckles tore open but the pain was welcome and he punched it again before he stopped leaning his head against the cool brickwork.

Snake wanted to get his hands on her to ravage her or strangle her to death he wasn't sure. Plissken looked over at the door, paused and then stalked his way inside. Once inside he stopped looking for her in the bar.

"You sure got her all worked up but if she doesn't want you honey I can take care of you."

Plissken caught a glimpse of the hooker walking up to him. On a normal night he wouldn't have hesitated. Tonight it wasn't just any woman he wanted. No, only that little blackbelly bitch would do. He hated her for being so hot, hated himself for getting so worked up over her.

"Where is she?" Snake was still looking over the patrons. The whore made a disappointed huff.

"She went upstairs." Snake grinned to himself starting to move toward the stairs.

"You owe me."

Snake ignored her request as he moved through the crowd.