"You know," you whispered, tracing Kurtz' bare chest. His breathing was even, he trusted you. "All these drugs you've managed to sell, I'm impressed."

You sat up from your spot, straddling him as he laid on the bed, a satisfied look paints his features. "Yeah? What's your favorite part," he smirked, tilting his head down to look at you. You bit your lip.

He was falling for it, all of it. He was falling for you. "My favorite part...how you've kept it from the cops for so long," you murmured, tracing your lips along his stomach, up to his chest.

He muffled a groan, allowing your hands to keep his own in place, above his head. "How you haven't gotten caught, not a single clue leads to you," you lied, toying with his hair.

Your hair fell around your face, the dim light of the hotel casting a deep shadow along your body. "But it all ends today."

Without warning, your hand found its way around Kurtz' neck, the other gripping his wrists, keeping them locked down. "Wha-what are you doing," he gasped, swirling under you.

"Now!"
The door flies open, Fp and Jughead coming in, guns raised.
"Oh, Kurtz, did you really think you could get away with it?"