I' V E G O T T H I C K S K I N A N D A N
E L A S T I C H E A R T

For the first time in a while, Tom had been the first one awake, letting you sleep for as long as you needed before he had to wake you up. He shifted around the hotel room quietly, keeping his steps gentle and settled as he changed and brushed his teeth in the bathroom. Each time he came back into the room you'd shifted, moved position, or were in the process of it. It brought a smile to his face, finding it rather amusing how fidgety you were.

As Tom finished messing with his hair, he finally heard you sigh, the sheets crumpling together as you pushed them down the bed with your legs. He turned away from the mirror, seeing you stretching in the pillows with a smile on your face. "Morning" you gasped through a yawn.

"Morning, love" Tom smirked, sitting on the bed of the bed. You nudged his leg playfully with your foot, earning a sarcastic whine from Tom as he gripped your ankle, pulling you down the bed at full force. "We gotta go soon, are you gonna get changed?" He asked, turning his head over his shoulder. Your ankle shifted from his grasp, your legs retreating under you as you crawled down to bed, hands landing on his shoulders.

"In a minute," you smirked, leaning down, placing your damp lips against his neck in an opened mouth kiss, feeling a stifled sigh leave his lips, "you're gonna have to undress me first"

Tom chuckled, taking your hands from his shoulders and turning around to face you. He stood up at the foot of the bed, pulling you off to stand on your feet. He didn't waste his time, platonically pulling your shirt from your body, picking your clean top from the dressing table, slipping it over your head. You groaned, unamused, "not funny, Holland"

"C'mon babe, I'd take you right here right now if we had time"

"Okay, I knew this job was important but now it's getting in the way of our sex life? Who are you and what have you done with Tom Holland?" you shook your head, bending down to remove your sleep shorts, tossing them on the bed before collecting your jeans and sliding them up your legs.

Tom shoved you playfully, rolling his eyes. "Trust me when this is over," he came towards you, pressing his chest to yours as he laced your hands together, breathing hot down your neck, "I'm gonna fucking wreck you"

An unexpected moan passed your lips, feeling the tease of his bottom lip against your skin, stopping right before he could kiss you. Tom didn't want to start any foreplay, knowing he'd get too carried away, but he couldn't help himself. He reached around teasingly, squeezing the flesh of your right ass cheek, bringing your hips closer to him as he began sucking on your neck. He simply couldn't resist you. The taste of you was captivating, so sweet and your skin was so soft, feeling his tongue slide over the bruised area.

"Is that so?" you whined, breath was stolen from your lungs as his hands landed against your hips, thumbs massaging you tenderly.

"I'd fuck you so hard the only word you'd know was my name," he grunted, "you'd be screaming it"

Only when your hands gripped his shirt was when he was forced to stop himself, pulling away as he looked down, proud of the hickey on your neck. You whined in loss of contact, practically crying in need as he stepped away, watching in a sulk as he picked up your bag and tossed it over his shoulder. He held out his hand, to which you glanced at, and then back at him.

"Yeah, we might be in a rush, but uh, duty calls" you smiled sarcastically, gesturing up to your hair.

After sorting the mess on the crown of your head, you made your way out of the hotel, ready for hell to break loose. In a few hours, you'd be millionaires, on the road to paradise, and that thought alone was keeping you going. You'd prepped yourself the whole drive across time, bouncing nervously in your seat only slightly annoying Tom, to the stage where he placed a hand on your shaking thigh.

"Nervous much" Tom teased, his fingers digging gently into your skin. Before leaving the hotel room you'd changed once again, not only unsatisfied with the outfit Tom had sat you in, but you'd been preparing the outfit ever since the idea had sprung into the conversation. Your all in one was pure black, shimmering leather with a belt buckle with Glock slots and knife holders, perfect for the job. And not to mention perfect for Tom, the idea of using the outfit in the bedroom was admittedly one of the first uses you wanted to put it to.

"We are about to rob a bank, Tom" you tilted your hair unamused, raising your brow, "I have every right to be"

"Fair enough" Tom shrugged, "you're not having seconds thoughts though, right?"

You paused at the question because yes, you were having second thoughts. But, you weren't about to tell Tom that. He'd come so far and you'd been enough of a burden as it was, he didn't need the fact that you were doing this against your own pleasure resting on his shoulders as well as everything else.

"Of course not," you smiled sweetly, shaking your head, "we have been planning this for a while now if anything I should be excited"

Tom nodded silently, turning his attention back to the road, removing his hand from your leg to turn the wheel. The conversation died out until you were sat in the parking lot of London's central bank. The nerves soon began creeping up the length of your spine as you peered out of the window, looking past the mist settling on the streets to the rest of the cars surrounding you. It was heavily packed, which was never a good sign. There were men and women of all kinds around, some wealthier than others, making your heart sink a little. You just hoped they didn't end up in the fatality of a flying bullet coming their way.

A sigh left Tom's lips as he killed the engine of the car, nervously nibbling down on his bottom lip. You looked over, meeting his eye as he did the same.

"Marry me"

"... What?"

"Marry me..." Tom repeated, "I know you think we're still young and not ready for the bigger picture yet, but when I look at you I see my future. You are everything to me, Y/N, and you always will be. There is no one else I would rather be with at this time in my life and I'm saying this is present of my future too. If I am going to grow old with someone, I want it to be you. I've dreamed about the day that we get to have kids of our own, give them the life we always dreamed about... There is no one else I love more than I love you, Y/N"

It was cheesy and cliche but he meant it, from the bottom of his heart he meant every single word.

"Yes," you nodded, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, "Yes, yes!"

Tom smiled breathlessly, placing both hands on your jaw and pulling you closer into a passionate kiss. You knew right there and then that those were the lips you wanted and would be kissing for the rest of your life. You and Tom fit together like two puzzle pieces, made for each other. Deep down inside you felt proud; under the fact that out of everyone in the world, the man sitting before you wanted to marry you.

He pulled away softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb, "Ready?"

You nodded, opening the glove compartment and picking out some Cold Steel Tiger branded hand to hand combat knives, along with your own personal gun. You armed yourself fiercely, knowing that what you were about to face wouldn't let you go off easy.

"Alright, let's go" you swallowed, shakily, bracing your hand on the car door as it opened. Stepping out, you were like a sore thumb in the massacre of people standing around you. You didn't exactly dress discreetly, you'd be surprised if the police even let you into the facility. Tom's car door slamming brought your attention forward, walking around the other side of the car where he offered out his hand. You took it with ease, slotting your fingers together neatly and swinging your arm in a playful manner as you strolled up the grand path towards the royal bank.

This was it. What you had been planning since being a teenager, this was the final moment of truth. It didn't come as a shock that heads turned your way as you reached the main entrance, some more shocked than others as they racked down your body noticing the weapons that were secured against your waist. With confidence, you ignored them, turning your head away and lifting it forward as you walked. Tom jogged forward only a little, gripping the grand door with his hand that was covered with black leather.

You smiled politely, thanking him as you walked through the doorway and into the bank. You paused in the entrance as all fell silent, the great chatter coming to a halt as Tom joined you on your left. Slipping your Glock G43 from your pocket, you pulled back the trigger, aiming the barrel up towards the great chandelier hanging proudly in the center of the room. You charged a single bullet up towards the base holding the string, watching as it snapped and began it's descent to the floor where it smashed and an uproar cascaded around the room.

"Evening, ladies and gentlemen"

Already people were set in a panic, some backing up to the back of the room while others were calling security. You and Tom split up instantly with the plan you'd travelled over countless times running fresh in your mind, devious and powerful smiles on both your faces as you edged around the room, slitting the chords of the telephone wires and edging some people away when they came too close. Tom was busy storming down the centerline, boots crashing into the flooring, down towards the grand volt at the back of the room. You performed the routine you had talked about so many times like it were a dance that needed no room for perfection, giggling devilishly as sparks flew and live wires came to show.

"So," you yelled down the bank, running and jumping on one of the countertops, "should we have white roses or red?"

"Oh definitely red, darling" Tom smiled, looking back to you before aiming his gun towards the lock of the bank and taking a heavy shot, watching as the metal code exploded, "but then again do we want to go traditional?" he grunted, grasping the door and pulling it open with a force, revealing the literal gold mine that sat behind it.

"Hmm, I have always wondered what it would be like to have a remote wedding," you shrugged, kicking one of the tills from the side with your foot before jumping down to where the money was sprawled out on the floor. Your head suddenly snapped to the side to the sound of the door opening. A man, well dressed, around the age of thirty stood, his eyes nervously locked on you as he tried opening the door. You tutted, clicking your teeth before jumping to your feet, shooting him square in the head. "The idiocy in some people," you shooked your head, "real shame"

The crowd gasped as they watched the contents of his minor brain spray out across the glass of the doorway, his limp body falling to his knees before collapsing down to the floor. "No one leaves the building" you ordered, voice loud and clear in the silent room, "anyone who so much as stands, joins him"

Staff and customers remained as they were, some of them moving to sit as you looked around the room, dangerously waving the nose of the gun in your wake. Bending back down, you looked forward, seeing a briefcase lying within reach. You collected the soft leather bag, opening it up and pouring out the contents onto the marble flooring before beginning to stuff it with cold hard cash.

"Hey!" You heard Tom yell from the back of the room, followed by a gunshot. Your head turned, seeing his face looking rather unamused and angry, a body falling out from behind one of the counters.

"What now?" you quizzed, slamming the case shut and standing back on your feet, people who were nearby shuffling backwards in a hurry.

"Some dickhead was using the phone," he bent down, rolling the device onto it's back.

"So what?" you scrunched your brow, wondering down towards him.

"We better hurry, police are probably on their way" he swallowed, leading you back into the volt where the stacks of cash lay. Your eyes fluttered wide open, mouth gaping at the mountains of heaven. Two hands landed on your lips as you stood there, Tom's hot breath on your neck, "it's all our's baby" he smiled, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You walked forward still captivated, picked up a block of cash. The smell was rather peculiar, like fresh paper and ink mixing into one bringing a violent flutter to your chest. The notes had barely been touched, un-crinkled and in perfect condition. Tom came up beside you, taking the briefcase and beginning to fill the bag. You soon joined in, passing him packs of cash or dropping them in yourself.

"First thing we're doing is getting out of this fucking town," you smiled, snapping a band from one of the packs and tossing it into the air, letting the paper flutter down around you, "then we'll finally be fucking free!" you chuckled, stretching out your arms.

"We'll have a grand wedding," Tom added, "just the two of us, wherever you like, baby"

"Ooh, somewhere hot like the beach," you sighed, closing your eyes and thinking about the warmth of the golden sand sinking between your toes, your stunning white wedding dress dragging a trail in your wake. And Tom, dressed in black and white ready to have your hand and say his vows.

"With this, I'll take you anywhere you wanna go" he smiled, drawing you in, "we'll travel the world, just me and you"

"Forever" you confirmed, smiling a wide smile as you leaned in, placing a hot, opened mouth kiss against his lips. The world fell still for a moment and all was well, there wasn't an entity on planet earth that could make this moment any worse, you were with your other half and that's all that mattered. As he pulled away you gasped for air, running your fingers along his jawline.

"Keep filling the bag, I'll go get another" you smiled, kissing him once more before standing on your feet. He nodded, hesitantly letting you go as you stood. Unclipping your belt from the back you let it drop to the floor, the blades from the knives clicking and dinting into the marble of the flooring beneath your feet. Stepping over the ledge to the volt door people began to shift, some looking more worried than others, and some even angry.

"You can't do this!"

A voice from behind you spun your body around, your mouth dipping into a confused smirk. A woman was standing nearby, flushed and scared, but determination in her voice.

"And why is that?" you asked nonchalantly, resting a hand on your hip as you faced her.

"This is our money, it belongs to the people! You can't just take it!"

"It's paper with a face, darling, you get bored of it after a while. Money is the route of all evil and I'm the most immoral woman you'll ever meet. Following the rules gets boring after a while, loosen up a little"

Before you could turn, she spoke again, "so this is a bit of fun to you?"

"We're all mammals, love, I don't see you with your head up every hunter's arse" you rolled your eyes, reaching down past your ankle and slipping a medium-sized magnet from the inner side of your shoe.

"You'll pay for all of this!" she quivered, sitting on the branch of your nerves as you pressed the device onto the wall, thumb jutting into the circle button in the middle setting off a timer.

"Darling, we'll all pay for this" you sighed, rubbing your hands down your sides. As the silence broke, Tom came out from the volt, two bags filled with cash in hand. You smiled, wondering back over and taking one from his grasp.

"Sorry, am I keeping you waiting?" you teased, dropping the bag by the wall and heading off the collect another one. He chuckled, shaking his head. Picking up another briefcase, this one much slimmer than the others, you emptied out the contents such as papers and files before turning on your heel and throwing it over to Tom. He gave you a thumbs up, before disappearing back behind the door of the volt.

Before you could follow him in, your head was turned once again as the sound of the main doors opening echoed throughout the building. There was a brief set of movements as you turned on your heel, watching as a crowd of men in uniform settled into the room. Your heart jumped up into your throat, your hand extending backward propelling yourself to turn on your heel. They heard already, your mind running over every way out.

"TOM!" Your eyes trained on the steel of the volt door, seeing your reflection in the shimmering metal... Before your heart combust like a firework... To the sound of another singular gunshot ringing through the walls of Londons royal bank...

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