Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (Chapter Three)
Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
By tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Finder.
Pairing/Characters: Willa/Timo, some Timo/Magdalena.
Summary: After Uncle Shad denies their request to end their engagement, Timo and Willa decide to drown their sorrows in alcohol which leads to some interesting results.
“So… I feel like this is sort of becoming a thing,” Willa mentioned casually as Timo made trails of kisses up and down her neck.
“Mmm?” he mumbled, clearly distracted as he focused on what he was doing.
Willa’s arms were wound around his shoulders and she began lightly playing with the hairs on his nape. She leaned her head back to give him more access, but continued talking. “This. Us. Kissing.”
Timo finally pulled a way with a light sigh to look her in the eyes. “Babe, I’m doing some good work here. Do you really want to talk about this now?” He let one hand go from her waist to check his watch. “With twenty minutes left until your shift starts?”
A small smirk appeared on her face as her eyes grew more mischievous. “Mmm,” she moaned lightly as she tugged his face back down to hers. “Good point.” Willa smirked wider as she pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Timo willingly obliged as his hands once again moved to rest on her hips before slowly sliding up her shirt. He began stroking her rib cage up and down in large sweeps, not going any higher up than he knew she felt comfortable with. Similarly, one of Willa’s hands moved to his shirt’s hemline to lightly play with it, fingertips gently skimming his skin at the band of his jeans.
All too soon, they were forced to separate. “I’ll see you after my shift?” Willa asked, her lips still a swollen red. She tied on her apron and played with her hair, trying to make it seem less like sexy I-just-made-out hair and more like her usual Gypsy mess.
“I have some work for Uncle Shad that I have to do first,” Timo replied, shrugging back on his vest which had been removed at some point during their make out session. “So it might be a while. I’ll call you when I get done,” he compromised. Willa nodded agreeably and the two shared a kiss before going their separate ways.
Timo grinned rather happily as he wandered down the street. He had been having a pretty good day so far and it seemed to promise to get better. He was meeting Uncle Shad at his office in Gypsy Row which usually meant that he had a serious job for Timo. Serious jobs equaled serious money.
“Hello, Timo!” an older woman smiled and waved. Timo nodded back. Gypsy Row was a stretch of about two or three blocks where all of the older Gypsies and those not out making money for the family resided. It was their community. Each house had a caravan or trailer parked out front. Gypsies had moved with the times and tended to live in houses now, but they still kept with tradition and that meant that ever Gypsy owned a caravan.
He waved to another older woman in hello before walking up to a house and going around back. In the backyard there sat a large shed. Timo rapped on the door before walking in, knowing that Shad was expecting him.
“Ah, Timo!” Uncle Shad smiled looking up from his paperwork. “Good. You’re right on time.” Shad stood up and moved toward the boy, giving him a friendly hug before reaching down to pick up a piece of paper from his desk. “I need you to go to this address and pick up a package for me.”
Well used to such vague instructions, Timo nodded easily. “Will I need a car?” he asked.
“No, no. That won’t be necessary.” Shad waved him off, already engrossed in his work once more. However, before Timo could leave Shad’s head popped up once again. “How’s Willa?” he asked, a speculative look in his eye.
“Good,” Timo replied hesitantly.
Shad nodded agreeably as he hummed. “You know, there was something I noticed the two of you said that night.” There was no need to specify which night the man was talking about. “You said that Willa thought of you as a brother and Willa said you thought of her as a sister. Neither of you said what you thought of the other.” Shad continued to look at the boy probingly. “Interesting, don’t you think?” he asked. “That you would prefer to interpret her feelings instead of telling me your own and that she would do the same…” His lips pursed in speculation before nonchalantly shrugging and once again returning to his work.
Timo unsteadily left the shed, unsure of how he was supposed to respond to Shad’s words. He walked several blocks away and boarded the bus to run Shad’s errand. Timo pondered on the man’s words. Did Timo say that Willa didn’t have feelings for him because he didn’t want to lie and say he didn’t have feelings for her? Had Willa done the same?
These thoughts bounced around in his mind, but he got no further clarity and gained only a raging headache. Timo swiftly picked up the package from two large, shady gangsters that he vaguely recognized as belonging to one of the local sects of the Mexican cartel. Timo was curious as to what kind of business Shad had with them when the Gypsies tended to stay out of anything criminally hardcore. Never-the-less, he kept his mouth shut as he handed the package over to Shad half an hour later.
“Good, good,” Shad muttered before shooing Timo away, apparently done for the day.
With nothing better to do and having promised anyway, he shot Willa a text asking if she wanted to meet up. She responded almost immediately which meant that she was dead bored.
He made his way down to the beach where they had hung out previously. It was late afternoon and the sun was slowly making its way toward the horizon. He stepped into a small Chinese restaurant on the boardwalk and walked out with two takeout containers and chopsticks. Timo then made his way over to the railing to wait for the blonde girl.
“Hey,” Willa spoke up from behind him causing him to turn and grin.
“Hey,” he greeted back, handing her one of the paper boxes filled with food. The couple made their way down the boardwalk, once more just walking around and talking. They occasionally got odd stares for eating while walking around, but they just laughed. At some point, Willa began to look at Timo’s food longingly. Well used to Willa’s ways, Timo rolled his eyes and easily exchanged cartons with her, taking her Lo Mein in exchange for his beef and broccoli.
The two talked about what they had been up to lately, though there hadn’t been much time since they’d last seen each other that morning. Willa talked about how Walter was working on finding something and how she had been roped into helping since there weren’t any customers at the bar. Timo told Willa about his weird errand for Uncle Shad. He would never have opened his mouth about it to anyone else, but Willa was his best friend and Uncle Shad’s niece. He knew his worry was founded when she too gave an odd look at the thought of Shad working with hardcore criminals like the cartel.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Timo tried to ease her mind. Seeing that his words weren’t working, he threw an arm over her shoulder and tugged her close into his body. “Don’t worry about it, Willa,” he muttered into her messily braided hair. She nodded in agreement, but tossed what was left of her food, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Sensing that she was no longer interested in continuing their walk, he led them to the nearest bus stop and boarded, heading back to Willa’s place. At some point during the ride, she began to relax and rested her head back against Timo’s arm, which still hadn’t left her shoulders. By the time they got off the bus, Willa was back to her normal self, so he was unsurprised to find himself shoved, forcing his body away from hers. He looked at her in pretend annoyance, but she just grinned mischievously and darted ahead, prompting the boy to chase her. When they reached her trailer, Willa turned to give him a smirk and with a knowing grin, he followed her inside.
The second they walked through the door, their lips were on each other. He walked them back toward the kitchen table and with an easy movement, lifted Willa to sit on top of it. She spread her legs, allowing Timo to nestle between them, bringing them even closer. Willa quickly tugged Timo’s vest off, making sure to run her hands all along his chest and back as she did so. Timo’s lips made their way to her neck, smirking at the hitch in her breath as she automatically clutched at his shoulders in pleasure. Like this morning, Timo’s fingers made their way underneath her shirt, running his hands up and down her rib cage. This time, he could sense that she wanted more so he slowly backed away in order to lift her shirt off. He was careful to make eye contact just in case he was reading her wrong, but Willa’s eyes grew darker, apparently comfortable with how far they were going. As if to prove it even further, she reached out and quickly began unbuttoning Timo’s shirt. With a grin, Timo leaned back in for a kiss when a loud crash outside startled the two.
Timo threw his shirt back on from where it had been hanging from his elbows, but didn’t bother buttoning it as he ran outside to see what was going on. He briefly contemplated taking some sort of weapon just in case, remembering Willa’s tale about the hit men in track suits, but realized Willa didn’t really have any weapons in her trailer. He made a mental note to buy her a baseball bat or a knife or something before exiting the trailer and taking a look around. Spotting a familiar figure not too far away, his eyes widened as a string of curse words fell from his lips. “Magdalena.”
By tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Finder.
Pairing/Characters: Willa/Timo, some Timo/Magdalena.
Summary: After Uncle Shad denies their request to end their engagement, Timo and Willa decide to drown their sorrows in alcohol which leads to some interesting results.
“So… I feel like this is sort of becoming a thing,” Willa mentioned casually as Timo made trails of kisses up and down her neck.
“Mmm?” he mumbled, clearly distracted as he focused on what he was doing.
Willa’s arms were wound around his shoulders and she began lightly playing with the hairs on his nape. She leaned her head back to give him more access, but continued talking. “This. Us. Kissing.”
Timo finally pulled a way with a light sigh to look her in the eyes. “Babe, I’m doing some good work here. Do you really want to talk about this now?” He let one hand go from her waist to check his watch. “With twenty minutes left until your shift starts?”
A small smirk appeared on her face as her eyes grew more mischievous. “Mmm,” she moaned lightly as she tugged his face back down to hers. “Good point.” Willa smirked wider as she pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Timo willingly obliged as his hands once again moved to rest on her hips before slowly sliding up her shirt. He began stroking her rib cage up and down in large sweeps, not going any higher up than he knew she felt comfortable with. Similarly, one of Willa’s hands moved to his shirt’s hemline to lightly play with it, fingertips gently skimming his skin at the band of his jeans.
All too soon, they were forced to separate. “I’ll see you after my shift?” Willa asked, her lips still a swollen red. She tied on her apron and played with her hair, trying to make it seem less like sexy I-just-made-out hair and more like her usual Gypsy mess.
“I have some work for Uncle Shad that I have to do first,” Timo replied, shrugging back on his vest which had been removed at some point during their make out session. “So it might be a while. I’ll call you when I get done,” he compromised. Willa nodded agreeably and the two shared a kiss before going their separate ways.
Timo grinned rather happily as he wandered down the street. He had been having a pretty good day so far and it seemed to promise to get better. He was meeting Uncle Shad at his office in Gypsy Row which usually meant that he had a serious job for Timo. Serious jobs equaled serious money.
“Hello, Timo!” an older woman smiled and waved. Timo nodded back. Gypsy Row was a stretch of about two or three blocks where all of the older Gypsies and those not out making money for the family resided. It was their community. Each house had a caravan or trailer parked out front. Gypsies had moved with the times and tended to live in houses now, but they still kept with tradition and that meant that ever Gypsy owned a caravan.
He waved to another older woman in hello before walking up to a house and going around back. In the backyard there sat a large shed. Timo rapped on the door before walking in, knowing that Shad was expecting him.
“Ah, Timo!” Uncle Shad smiled looking up from his paperwork. “Good. You’re right on time.” Shad stood up and moved toward the boy, giving him a friendly hug before reaching down to pick up a piece of paper from his desk. “I need you to go to this address and pick up a package for me.”
Well used to such vague instructions, Timo nodded easily. “Will I need a car?” he asked.
“No, no. That won’t be necessary.” Shad waved him off, already engrossed in his work once more. However, before Timo could leave Shad’s head popped up once again. “How’s Willa?” he asked, a speculative look in his eye.
“Good,” Timo replied hesitantly.
Shad nodded agreeably as he hummed. “You know, there was something I noticed the two of you said that night.” There was no need to specify which night the man was talking about. “You said that Willa thought of you as a brother and Willa said you thought of her as a sister. Neither of you said what you thought of the other.” Shad continued to look at the boy probingly. “Interesting, don’t you think?” he asked. “That you would prefer to interpret her feelings instead of telling me your own and that she would do the same…” His lips pursed in speculation before nonchalantly shrugging and once again returning to his work.
Timo unsteadily left the shed, unsure of how he was supposed to respond to Shad’s words. He walked several blocks away and boarded the bus to run Shad’s errand. Timo pondered on the man’s words. Did Timo say that Willa didn’t have feelings for him because he didn’t want to lie and say he didn’t have feelings for her? Had Willa done the same?
These thoughts bounced around in his mind, but he got no further clarity and gained only a raging headache. Timo swiftly picked up the package from two large, shady gangsters that he vaguely recognized as belonging to one of the local sects of the Mexican cartel. Timo was curious as to what kind of business Shad had with them when the Gypsies tended to stay out of anything criminally hardcore. Never-the-less, he kept his mouth shut as he handed the package over to Shad half an hour later.
“Good, good,” Shad muttered before shooing Timo away, apparently done for the day.
With nothing better to do and having promised anyway, he shot Willa a text asking if she wanted to meet up. She responded almost immediately which meant that she was dead bored.
He made his way down to the beach where they had hung out previously. It was late afternoon and the sun was slowly making its way toward the horizon. He stepped into a small Chinese restaurant on the boardwalk and walked out with two takeout containers and chopsticks. Timo then made his way over to the railing to wait for the blonde girl.
“Hey,” Willa spoke up from behind him causing him to turn and grin.
“Hey,” he greeted back, handing her one of the paper boxes filled with food. The couple made their way down the boardwalk, once more just walking around and talking. They occasionally got odd stares for eating while walking around, but they just laughed. At some point, Willa began to look at Timo’s food longingly. Well used to Willa’s ways, Timo rolled his eyes and easily exchanged cartons with her, taking her Lo Mein in exchange for his beef and broccoli.
The two talked about what they had been up to lately, though there hadn’t been much time since they’d last seen each other that morning. Willa talked about how Walter was working on finding something and how she had been roped into helping since there weren’t any customers at the bar. Timo told Willa about his weird errand for Uncle Shad. He would never have opened his mouth about it to anyone else, but Willa was his best friend and Uncle Shad’s niece. He knew his worry was founded when she too gave an odd look at the thought of Shad working with hardcore criminals like the cartel.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Timo tried to ease her mind. Seeing that his words weren’t working, he threw an arm over her shoulder and tugged her close into his body. “Don’t worry about it, Willa,” he muttered into her messily braided hair. She nodded in agreement, but tossed what was left of her food, not in the mood to eat anymore.
Sensing that she was no longer interested in continuing their walk, he led them to the nearest bus stop and boarded, heading back to Willa’s place. At some point during the ride, she began to relax and rested her head back against Timo’s arm, which still hadn’t left her shoulders. By the time they got off the bus, Willa was back to her normal self, so he was unsurprised to find himself shoved, forcing his body away from hers. He looked at her in pretend annoyance, but she just grinned mischievously and darted ahead, prompting the boy to chase her. When they reached her trailer, Willa turned to give him a smirk and with a knowing grin, he followed her inside.
The second they walked through the door, their lips were on each other. He walked them back toward the kitchen table and with an easy movement, lifted Willa to sit on top of it. She spread her legs, allowing Timo to nestle between them, bringing them even closer. Willa quickly tugged Timo’s vest off, making sure to run her hands all along his chest and back as she did so. Timo’s lips made their way to her neck, smirking at the hitch in her breath as she automatically clutched at his shoulders in pleasure. Like this morning, Timo’s fingers made their way underneath her shirt, running his hands up and down her rib cage. This time, he could sense that she wanted more so he slowly backed away in order to lift her shirt off. He was careful to make eye contact just in case he was reading her wrong, but Willa’s eyes grew darker, apparently comfortable with how far they were going. As if to prove it even further, she reached out and quickly began unbuttoning Timo’s shirt. With a grin, Timo leaned back in for a kiss when a loud crash outside startled the two.
Timo threw his shirt back on from where it had been hanging from his elbows, but didn’t bother buttoning it as he ran outside to see what was going on. He briefly contemplated taking some sort of weapon just in case, remembering Willa’s tale about the hit men in track suits, but realized Willa didn’t really have any weapons in her trailer. He made a mental note to buy her a baseball bat or a knife or something before exiting the trailer and taking a look around. Spotting a familiar figure not too far away, his eyes widened as a string of curse words fell from his lips. “Magdalena.”