HONOUR AMONG THIEVES
TEASER!

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"Quick, go." Lyla commanded as she grabbed Billy's wrist and dragged him with her, taking off in search of a potential hiding place.

Billy managed to find one before she did, and it seemed as though only milliseconds passed before both of his hands were now secured firmly around her waist as he pulled her into his side and whipped around to bring them both into a secluded, dimly lit corner that was effectively shielded from the rest of the room.

Excited, adrenaline-ridden laughs slipped from Lyla's lips as Billy involuntarily let out a few amused, stray chuckles of his own, the pair now entirely lost in their fervent pursuit.

As Billy tightened his grip on her waist and twisted her around so her back was now pushed against the wall, Lyla grinned, and she slightly leaned her head forward in order to peek around the corner, Billy momentarily mirroring her surveillant actions before his eyes soon shifted down to focus on her face.

Lyla's elated expression was entirely filled with an unfounded exuberance that Billy hadn't seen her wear before, and he just couldn't bring himself to look away. Lyla Norbury generally possessed some unexplainable quality that Billy could not resist, however in this moment, he was possibly more captivated by her than he ever had been before.

Lyla's humoured laughter gradually settled as she finally faced him, her back now properly resting on the stiff wall behind her and her sparklingly alluring eyes meeting his wholly enamoured ones as she cleared her throat to rid herself of any discomfort from any exhaustion that their current rendezvous brought them.

All of the irrefutable enthusiasm of the reality of her and Billy fleeing the rest of the world was now replaced by a longing desire to satiate the prolonged adrenaline rush within her, which was now beginning to manifest itself into a low, familiarly tingly sensation in the form of a deep pit in her stomach, almost immediately.

Perhaps it was the flurry of provocation that both of them felt as a result of the act of sneaking around, or perhaps it was a combination of that and Lyla's unmountable desire to have Billy all to herself. Whatever the reason, Lyla simply could not make sense of her own thoughts over the sound of the booming, rhythmic thumping of her heart violently pounding in her ears—whether those thoughts were rational or otherwise.

Her lips ever-so-slightly parted, coaxing Billy's needy eyes down towards them as he subconsciously parted his own as a result.

Billy seemed to reciprocate her deep urgency as his grip on her waist tightened, and he brought her closer towards him with one pull of her hips towards his, effortlessly eliciting an small, reflexive gasp from Lyla in response.

As she was now centimetres away from Billy, Lyla's hands went to grip onto the collar of his shirt, anticipating eyes dancing between his, now darkening, ones, and Lyla could swear she noticed a hint of admiration underlying his irises, though she was unable to extensively discern it without observing the familiar look of lust now washing over them in one fell swoop.

The pair had now inched closer to one another, Billy's hands never leaving her sides as he watched Lyla tilt her head up to enticingly move her head closer to his.

Lyla couldn't even recognise her own voice as she breathed out his name in a soft attempt to try to understand what was about to happen, doe eyes only slightly widening under the intensity of his intimate gaze. "Billy..."

Billy let out a small breath at the sound of her pleading voice, his own flurrying thoughts now running wild at the possibility of what else he could make her utter, and he seemed to remember that he could move his hands.

One of them snaked up to lift her jaw up and bring her face even closer to his, the boy then moving that same hand to cup her cheek as he soon closed his lips, his jaw clenching as though he was resisting the urge to kiss her.

Lyla sensed his apprehension, and she moved even closer to him, subsequently silencing his nerves as she assuredly spoke up, confident eyes focused entirely on his as she mentally prepared herself for the filthy acts she knew would most definitely follow as a result of her upcoming request. "Kiss me, Billy."

Not even a single minute passed before Billy obeyed her command, and now that he knew, for a fact, that she wanted him too, he dipped his head and slowly, agonisingly, enveloped her lips with his, kissing her like a man starved.

Lyla knew that his gradual actions, his eventual descent into giving into the demands that each other's bodies were begging them to give into, were a direct product of Billy's primary attempt to savour every moment with her, memorise the taste that her lips provided, and etch every single second with her in his mind in order to solidify her presence within his chest, as if they would be their last.

The only way that she knew of his intentions was because she was replicating all of them, if not thousands more, herself. All she wanted to do as a result of the revelation was intertwine her soul with his.

Not purely for the simple act of plainly having sex, she had done that several times before and nothing, excluding temporary pleasure, ever arose from it, but to show him just how much he meant to her. To physically reveal to him the intimate parts of herself, her heart, that she knew he'd eternally protect if she gave him the opportunity to.

After a long, head-spinning moment of the two, essentially running out of breath, they, just barely, pulled away, Billy's hot breath now fanning Lyla's flushed lips.

Their eyes were still closed as they were both still savouring the act, and before they could take it any further, Billy swallowed, thumb gently caressing her cheek and his eyes reopening as his other hand slid up to cup her other cheek, his following words raspy, almost straining against his throat, as he fought to release them. "Lyla...I need to know..."

Lyla's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Billy's desperate voice, and her awaiting eyes darted between his unreadable ones. She didn't know exactly what statement would fall out of his mouth, and the weighty possibility of Billy rejecting her threatened to flip her stomach entirely backwards.

It was nauseating, and all Lyla needed was for him to tell her that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

As if sensing her sudden shift in mindset, Billy managed to continue his previous sentence, almost immediately reassuring Lyla. "I need to know if this is...real...before we take it any further."

Lyla released a small, concurring breath as she managed to snap out of her daze quick enough to nod at the words, eliciting a relieved sigh from Billy as a comforted smile spread across his lips.

"Yeah?" Billy's smile grew as Lyla nodded once more and repeated the word in affirmation.

"Yeah." Lyla let out a small huff of a chuckle as she allowed Billy to bring her face closer to his and reconnect their lips in a passionate kiss, the tone now shifting from its previously unspoken one into one of deep desperation as their actions were slightly amplified due to the proclamation of their mutual affection for one another.

Lyla suddenly pulled away once she finally allowed a thought to pass through her head amongst her yearning actions, and the girl was simultaneously relieved that she still possessed the ability to think at all after experiencing the most profound, overwhelming devotedness from someone who truly adored her.

Placing her hand on his chest to stop him when he attempted to move towards her again, Lyla just spoke up in a protesting breath. "Wait, wait, Billy-"

"Don't say my name like that, Lyles, I don't know if I can hold out any longer." Billy shook his head as his slightly raspy voice lowered, half-moon eyes stuck on her parted lips as he cut her off determinedly, one hand still cupping her jaw and the other sliding down to rest on the side of her neck as a tantalising smirk lifted his lips up, and if Lyla wasn't so sure in her following proposition, she knew she would've melted to the ground right away.

"We can't go back to my place, but..." Lyla let her soft voice trail off as she tried to make sense of her wildly mismatched thoughts.

Billy's smirk grew as he gently nodded, finishing her sentence for her as he shared, as usual, her same train of thought. "The old barn."

Lyla folded her bottom lip under her teeth as she couldn't fight a pleased smile from appearing across it.

Nodding proudly, Lyla's eyes flickered between his and his lips, and as she watched Billy shift his head closer towards her, she released her bottom lip from her own teeth and allowed him to plant a deep kiss upon them before she shortly pulled away again, the girl under the impression that they were about to leave.

Billy stroked her cheek with his thumb as, despite the knowledge of the fact that they were soon leaving, he couldn't get enough of her, the boy stealing another kiss, this time, a chaste one, as Lyla hummed against his mouth and gently pushed his chest back more firmly.

"Let's go." Lyla eagerly whispered as she watched Billy happily nod, a grin overtaking her features as she watched him smile.

Lyla turned around in his grasp, consequently forcing Billy to drop his hands from her face and neck as she began to approach the corner again, Billy leaving hardly any space behind her as he reached over to intertwine their hands.

Lyla briefly halted in her movements in surprise as she whipped around to face him again, only to be met with the sight of a swoon-worthy smile lingering on Billy's face, and she didn't miss the euphoric leap of her stomach at the sight of it—more specifically, the exhilaration that Billy provided her with.

Tightly squeezing his hand, Lyla met his smile with one of her own, and she turned around again and began to make her way around the corner, Billy quickly planting a light kiss on her shoulder as he followed right behind her.

As they hurriedly made their way through of the crowded pub, their swelling hearts pounding with anticipation and their faces lit up with eager grins, they didn't care that they were being gawked at by the familiar drunken patrons, nor did they care about the fact that they'd have to sprint to the old barn, all they were focused on was each other, and that was all they needed.

Letting out joyful laughs as they swung the pub door wide open and advanced in the direction of the barn, still hand-in-hand, the pair knew that they were in for the longest, most unforgettable night of their lives.

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