"And how are you going to get that hunk of rock?" Feitan asked you as you were led to the front of a hotel-like building. "I only just told you it was here."

"I may not be the best thief, but I am a pretty damn good liar. You wouldn't believe what people would believe if you say it confidently enough."

"You. A dirty, filthy liar. Should I call your sister and tell her the good news?" His question made you laugh as you tried to imagine why that would be good news.

"The owner will destroy himself in a few days when he realizes that this million dollar substance has been heisted, thanks to certain someone's ability to be a 'dirty, filthy liar'." You moved your hands in front of like you where presenting yourself.

"It's either that or your ability to make him forget he has ever done something besides ogle a body as fine as yours." He finished his statement and quickly realized that your face had lit up like a stop sign.

"You are the sneakiest man ever, to slip in a compliment like that." You complimented him in your own way as you snaked your hand from around his arm to into his own hand. He knew how to make you smile, although the true reason for it was usually just simply being in his company.

"Well, since you are currently my partner-in-crime, I'm here to help you get rid of the evidence and pests that stand in your way. I just have a famous enough appearance where I can't come with you." You pouted as Feitan leaned closer to you and smiled coyly. "So if you do choose tactic two, I won't even know."

"Can I use tactic two to get a good luck charm for this mission?" You smiled up in his direction and Feitan's face went soft. He would have brought you the moon if you asked right now. He responded affirmatively and you leaned towards his aura. "A kiss. I'll be gone for a bit after this."

"Are you saying you'll miss me?" He teased and you said nothing but he quickly took hold of your neck, directing you to his own face. Before you had even gotten the front door open, Feitan had sealed his lips over yours.

Feitan had very soft, full lips and he kissed you gently-- at least at  first. You were glad he was taking his time, because the first touch of his  lips on yours had sent a jolt through your body that made you almost  afraid. Your lips moved slowly, languidly. His hand traveled down your arm  and back up, making every tiny hair stand on end. Slowly, his hand  traveled across your shoulder, his fingertips brushing my neck. Your lips  parted, not from pressure from his tongue, but from shock at the  overwhelming sensations in your body. His tongue eagerly accepted your   invitation and slid into your mouth.

You kissed for a long time. Your  tongues moved together, swirling and probing, and he pulled you closer as you explored each other's mouths. He tasted like breakfast-- cinnamon and bread. You weren't really paying much attention to the sounds of people around you, but the buzz of conversation harmonized well with the eager rhythms of your tongues.

The amount of people around you, trying to get into the building eventually occurred to you. Feitan, on the other hand, knew people were watching him, but didn't mind. Having them see your faces flushed, your pupils dilated, having  them wish they were doing what you were doing filled him with excitement. Yet, gradually you pulled  apart and looked at each other. You tried to breathe normally, although it was a challenge. But it was time for the heist and you couldn't waste time kissing. As much as you wanted to.