the cat’s in the bag and the bag’s in the river R. GARAI/L. SCHREIBER, Bonnie & Clyde!AU
1.
The first mistake they made, he said, was trusting Goode.
That’s all on you then, Romola said, her mouth warm and wet at his ear. I never trusted him.
2.
In the bathroom at a motel in Vancouver they are both still dressed for the desert.
“You’re gonna need to hide that accent,” Liev says. He twists the knob on the radiator but the heat won’t flow.
Her grin is wicked and tired when she says, “And there goes my charm.” She must be cold, but she keeps her bare arms hanging free at her side, like the temperature is a mere afterthought she has yet to consider.
To be fair, there are a great many other things to consider.
3.
To consider:
Las Vegas, a casino, Matthew Goode.
To consider:
Romola’s eyes wide with fear, Liev’s hands clumsy with a gun he promised himself he would never have to shoot, a stolen car with personalized plates that read EZY RYDR they ditched in Colorado as they serpentined their way through the West to the border.
To consider:
three bodies (not Goode, not Garai, not Schreiber).
To consider:
3.14 million in cash. Federal Agent Byrne. Turncoat Goode.
To consider:
Romola talked him into this in the first place.
4.
Liev turns the shower on and the steam heat generated from that warms the room better than the radiator. Romola leans against the sink and when he approaches her, her face is almost kind.
“I’m terribly sorry for the mess I’ve made.” She cups his face, the stubble scraping against her palms. He can’t remember if in the wanted posters already circulating he has a beard. Her fingers dig in against his jaw.
Seduction by way of apology. But then there’s never been anything remotely coy about Romola. She’s all battering ram, taking what she wants, and if truth be told, he’s almost surprised they’ve made it this long (eighteen months) and this far (London to New York to Paris to Las Vegas, their personal city of ruin) without touching (destroying) each other. The veneer of professionalism disappeared the second they ran, the cash in the backseat, Goode in the rearview, her hand on his thigh.
“No you’re not,” he says, their mouths too near to touching. He can almost taste her.
She leans in that much closer. “No,” she breathes. “I’m not.”
She will be sorry only if they’re caught.
He kisses her.
5.
She had said the same thing, but only about him, back when Liev still considered himself a good man, back when he harbored more than guilt towards Naomi. He had watched Romola’s mouth when she said it - “you’ll be sorry only if you’re caught” - and he should have known then: cash the chips in, the game is over. Romola had him made.
6.
Romola is greedy - it’s how they got here in the first place - but he likes that about her; it makes him want to give her everything. So he tries. First with his hands and then with his mouth and when his own greed and selfishness intervenes, his cock.
He fucks her in the bathroom, mean and nasty and too much of that terrible thing that brought them here in the first place: trust. Like she would let him do anything, sure in the belief he could never really hurt her.
He hopes she’s right.
7.
“When do you think they’ll find us,” she asks their reflection in the mirror. Her lips are swollen. He doesn’t know if she means Goode or the feds. He doesn’t think the distinction matters anymore: it is us versus them.
He draws a line down the bare stretch of her spine. She doesn’t flinch. He dips his head down to her neck and disappears from their reflection.
DUDEEEEEEE. Loved it! Turncoat Goode working with Federal Agent Rose Byrne to chase after Romola and Liev is everything I never knew I always wanted. That just elevated my obsession to a different Defcon level, HOLY CRAP, THANKS FOR THAT.
I love that this whole thing is taking place in a dodgy motel bathroom because THAT'S MY FAVORITE ON THE RUN LOCALE FOR LIFE. Everything about your Romola is my everything - her carefree attitude in the face of imminent danger and terrible life choices, seduction by way of apology, BATTERING RAM.
R. GARAI/L. SCHREIBER, Bonnie & Clyde!AU
1.
The first mistake they made, he said, was trusting Goode.
That’s all on you then, Romola said, her mouth warm and wet at his ear. I never trusted him.
2.
In the bathroom at a motel in Vancouver they are both still dressed for the desert.
“You’re gonna need to hide that accent,” Liev says. He twists the knob on the radiator but the heat won’t flow.
Her grin is wicked and tired when she says, “And there goes my charm.” She must be cold, but she keeps her bare arms hanging free at her side, like the temperature is a mere afterthought she has yet to consider.
To be fair, there are a great many other things to consider.
3.
To consider:
Las Vegas, a casino, Matthew Goode.
To consider:
Romola’s eyes wide with fear, Liev’s hands clumsy with a gun he promised himself he would never have to shoot, a stolen car with personalized plates that read EZY RYDR they ditched in Colorado as they serpentined their way through the West to the border.
To consider:
three bodies (not Goode, not Garai, not Schreiber).
To consider:
3.14 million in cash. Federal Agent Byrne. Turncoat Goode.
To consider:
Romola talked him into this in the first place.
4.
Liev turns the shower on and the steam heat generated from that warms the room better than the radiator. Romola leans against the sink and when he approaches her, her face is almost kind.
“I’m terribly sorry for the mess I’ve made.” She cups his face, the stubble scraping against her palms. He can’t remember if in the wanted posters already circulating he has a beard. Her fingers dig in against his jaw.
Seduction by way of apology. But then there’s never been anything remotely coy about Romola. She’s all battering ram, taking what she wants, and if truth be told, he’s almost surprised they’ve made it this long (eighteen months) and this far (London to New York to Paris to Las Vegas, their personal city of ruin) without touching (destroying) each other. The veneer of professionalism disappeared the second they ran, the cash in the backseat, Goode in the rearview, her hand on his thigh.
“No you’re not,” he says, their mouths too near to touching. He can almost taste her.
She leans in that much closer. “No,” she breathes. “I’m not.”
She will be sorry only if they’re caught.
He kisses her.
5.
She had said the same thing, but only about him, back when Liev still considered himself a good man, back when he harbored more than guilt towards Naomi. He had watched Romola’s mouth when she said it - “you’ll be sorry only if you’re caught” - and he should have known then: cash the chips in, the game is over. Romola had him made.
6.
Romola is greedy - it’s how they got here in the first place - but he likes that about her; it makes him want to give her everything. So he tries. First with his hands and then with his mouth and when his own greed and selfishness intervenes, his cock.
He fucks her in the bathroom, mean and nasty and too much of that terrible thing that brought them here in the first place: trust. Like she would let him do anything, sure in the belief he could never really hurt her.
He hopes she’s right.
7.
“When do you think they’ll find us,” she asks their reflection in the mirror. Her lips are swollen. He doesn’t know if she means Goode or the feds. He doesn’t think the distinction matters anymore: it is us versus them.
He draws a line down the bare stretch of her spine. She doesn’t flinch. He dips his head down to her neck and disappears from their reflection.
“Not yet,” he tells her flesh.
fin.
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I love that this whole thing is taking place in a dodgy motel bathroom because THAT'S MY FAVORITE ON THE RUN LOCALE FOR LIFE. Everything about your Romola is my everything - her carefree attitude in the face of imminent danger and terrible life choices, seduction by way of apology, BATTERING RAM.
Basically this was perfect!
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