Bela/Sarah - Scratch A Liar, Find A Thief
Title: Scratch A Liar, Find A Thief
Author: Liv
Characters: Sarah Blake/Bela Talbot
Rating: R
Summery: Bela finds something she wants
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character you see before you, however any and all original characters are mine, please ask before you use them.
Notes: All mistakes are mine. And I'm not a fan of Sarah, so if she is ooc then that's why.
“Ms. Talbot, this is my daughter Sarah. Sarah, this is Bela Talbot. She‘s a very important client.”
The Rembrandt was a piece of crap knock off that cost less then her shoes, yes and she didn’t want it. But Mr. Blake had been persistent to show her his entire gallery, his daughter following along like a puppy flopped on her side being dragged by her owner. Bela could tell she was interested in the art, just not after seeing it every single day. The only reason she was tagging along, Bela thought, was because of Bela. Bela was new and interesting. Something new to examine and appreciate.
Because sure, even though she was a wicked bitch, she was still nice to look at.
It was a rather dreary day, looking through Blake’s gallery. Usually she didn’t have to go this way into New York, but the opportunity of finding a cursed relic was always worth it. It glittered with a curse that had kept it shinning for thousands of years, long after it should have tarnished. It was primitive magic, the kind you sacrificed people for, and chanted over. Blake was far too busy preening to notice Bela’s passive interest in the gold looking cuff. Sarah did.
Sarah knew a thief when she saw one. It was so glaringly obvious that she actually felt bad for her father. She watched Bela, if that was even her real name, as her eyes flittered over everything in their gallery, sizing it up, making a list in her head of what everything was actually worth. The cuff was the only thing her eyes glanced over twice. Sarah felt her eyes narrow, they did that sometimes when she was under stress or really excited. When Bela left, Sarah followed her, watched her book a room in a hotel close by, then went back to the warehouse. To wait.
It was inevitable that she would come back to steal the cuff. Sarah was prepared to call the cops the second she stepped foot inside, she wasn’t prepared by how fucking good Bela was. She wasn’t just a thief\, she was a great thief.
Bela shoved her into the wall, Sarah’s head cracking against it and her mouth opening in pain. Bela held onto her by the shoulder, her fingers gripping into her shirt.
“Did you think you could get away with it?” asked Sarah, looking up at Bela, her eyes shining with tears (of rage or pain, Bela didn’t really care). Bela leaned into her until there noses were almost touching and had the audacity to smirk at her. At her pain.
“With flying colors. And I’m still going to get away with it. It’s made of magic, and it doesn’t belong here.”
“It’s cursed?” Sarah’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know that. Forget it, Bela was there to steal it. Sarah would just kick her ass and call Sam…if she could find his number. She felt Bela’s fingers go slack against her skin and watched her pull her head back slightly, scrutinizing her.
Then her mouth was on top of Sarah’s and Sarah couldn’t feel her toes. She felt one of Bela’s hands curl into her hair, gripping tightly at it, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip. Sarah was too shocked to do anything. She did whatever Bela wanted her to do. Bela bit her lip, Sarah opened her mouth. Bela deepned the kiss, Sarah’s hands gripped her waist. Bela pulled her against her body, Sarah moaned into her mouth. They were tangled in each others clothes, the top half of Bela’s cat suit was pulled down to her waist and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Sarah’s shirt was pulled off and her bra was pushed up her chest. Sarah’s ahnd had moved on their own, one hand wrapped around Bela’s waist, her fingers digging into her spine, while the other was palming one of her breasts. Bela had her hand down Sarah’s pants, her fingers working against her clit.
Sarah mumbled incoherently against Bela’s mouth, around her tongue. Wanting more of her and not really knowing why. Bela pushed two of her fingers into her and Sarah pulled her mouth away and nearly screamed, her head falling back against the wall. She stared up at the ceiling, realizing that she’s never going to be able to walk into this place the same way again, but not really caring.
It feels like an eternity and seconds until she’s coming. Her knees buckle underneath her and Bela lets her slide to the ground, staring down at her with her chest heaving and her hair disheveled. There are bite marks down her neck where Sarah had tried to gain control of the situation and failed. Her fingers were slicked with Sarah and she made no move to wipe herself off. Sarah stared up at her, still breathing heavily because oh god she really was just fucked up against a wall.
It took her a moment to realize that Bela wasn’t in front of her anymore, she wasn’t in the fucking building anymore. The cuff was gone too.
The next time Sarah Blake saw Bela Talbot, she was going to shoot her.
Author: Liv
Characters: Sarah Blake/Bela Talbot
Rating: R
Summery: Bela finds something she wants
Disclaimer: I don’t own the character you see before you, however any and all original characters are mine, please ask before you use them.
Notes: All mistakes are mine. And I'm not a fan of Sarah, so if she is ooc then that's why.
“Ms. Talbot, this is my daughter Sarah. Sarah, this is Bela Talbot. She‘s a very important client.”
The Rembrandt was a piece of crap knock off that cost less then her shoes, yes and she didn’t want it. But Mr. Blake had been persistent to show her his entire gallery, his daughter following along like a puppy flopped on her side being dragged by her owner. Bela could tell she was interested in the art, just not after seeing it every single day. The only reason she was tagging along, Bela thought, was because of Bela. Bela was new and interesting. Something new to examine and appreciate.
Because sure, even though she was a wicked bitch, she was still nice to look at.
It was a rather dreary day, looking through Blake’s gallery. Usually she didn’t have to go this way into New York, but the opportunity of finding a cursed relic was always worth it. It glittered with a curse that had kept it shinning for thousands of years, long after it should have tarnished. It was primitive magic, the kind you sacrificed people for, and chanted over. Blake was far too busy preening to notice Bela’s passive interest in the gold looking cuff. Sarah did.
Sarah knew a thief when she saw one. It was so glaringly obvious that she actually felt bad for her father. She watched Bela, if that was even her real name, as her eyes flittered over everything in their gallery, sizing it up, making a list in her head of what everything was actually worth. The cuff was the only thing her eyes glanced over twice. Sarah felt her eyes narrow, they did that sometimes when she was under stress or really excited. When Bela left, Sarah followed her, watched her book a room in a hotel close by, then went back to the warehouse. To wait.
It was inevitable that she would come back to steal the cuff. Sarah was prepared to call the cops the second she stepped foot inside, she wasn’t prepared by how fucking good Bela was. She wasn’t just a thief\, she was a great thief.
Bela shoved her into the wall, Sarah’s head cracking against it and her mouth opening in pain. Bela held onto her by the shoulder, her fingers gripping into her shirt.
“Did you think you could get away with it?” asked Sarah, looking up at Bela, her eyes shining with tears (of rage or pain, Bela didn’t really care). Bela leaned into her until there noses were almost touching and had the audacity to smirk at her. At her pain.
“With flying colors. And I’m still going to get away with it. It’s made of magic, and it doesn’t belong here.”
“It’s cursed?” Sarah’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know that. Forget it, Bela was there to steal it. Sarah would just kick her ass and call Sam…if she could find his number. She felt Bela’s fingers go slack against her skin and watched her pull her head back slightly, scrutinizing her.
Then her mouth was on top of Sarah’s and Sarah couldn’t feel her toes. She felt one of Bela’s hands curl into her hair, gripping tightly at it, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip. Sarah was too shocked to do anything. She did whatever Bela wanted her to do. Bela bit her lip, Sarah opened her mouth. Bela deepned the kiss, Sarah’s hands gripped her waist. Bela pulled her against her body, Sarah moaned into her mouth. They were tangled in each others clothes, the top half of Bela’s cat suit was pulled down to her waist and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Sarah’s shirt was pulled off and her bra was pushed up her chest. Sarah’s ahnd had moved on their own, one hand wrapped around Bela’s waist, her fingers digging into her spine, while the other was palming one of her breasts. Bela had her hand down Sarah’s pants, her fingers working against her clit.
Sarah mumbled incoherently against Bela’s mouth, around her tongue. Wanting more of her and not really knowing why. Bela pushed two of her fingers into her and Sarah pulled her mouth away and nearly screamed, her head falling back against the wall. She stared up at the ceiling, realizing that she’s never going to be able to walk into this place the same way again, but not really caring.
It feels like an eternity and seconds until she’s coming. Her knees buckle underneath her and Bela lets her slide to the ground, staring down at her with her chest heaving and her hair disheveled. There are bite marks down her neck where Sarah had tried to gain control of the situation and failed. Her fingers were slicked with Sarah and she made no move to wipe herself off. Sarah stared up at her, still breathing heavily because oh god she really was just fucked up against a wall.
It took her a moment to realize that Bela wasn’t in front of her anymore, she wasn’t in the fucking building anymore. The cuff was gone too.
The next time Sarah Blake saw Bela Talbot, she was going to shoot her.