Money Heist // t.h.

13 - After

Even though it wasn't even noon yet, the champagne was taken out of the fridge, and it popped open with a bag. The cork flew out into the ceiling, almost hitting the light, but none of you cared. You didn't even bother bringing out glasses to drink from. Tom took a large sip right from the bottle, most of it spilling over his chin. He then handed it to you, and on an empty stomach, you knew it would immediately go straight to your head.

Harrison almost drank half the bottle, but having done what he had done that morning, you all decided it was well deserved. Especially since Harry then poured his part of the champagne over Harrison's head. Instead of cursing out, the blonde leaned his head back, letting the alcohol pour straight into his open mouth.

You had done it. You had actually done it. There were sixty thousand dollars on your kitchen counter, just sitting there, waiting to be spent. Nobody but the four of you knew where the money could have gone or what had happened to the perpetrators. The heist would become a mystery that ghosted the town in rumours.

The following week you had to still play a pretty intense role, pretending that the events of the heist had had an impact on you. The people working around you had to believe that what had happened that Wednesday afternoon traumatised you to the core, giving you a perfect excuse to quit your job and file for generous compensation.

On your final day, Tom was there to pick you up. Still behind the wheel of his trusty grey Toyota. The 60 grand was safely stored in several international deposits, ready to be used on a rainy day.

"How does it feel to be a free woman?" He joked before pecking your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Makes me want to do something really bad." You replied, kissing him right back, this time with more fervour.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking about those little fantasies you had, that you told me about, I was thinking of making them come true." You smirked, sitting back in your chair.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me." Tom's eyes widened, his cheeks heating up visibly in a tone of pink. He pushed the gas pedal and drove. You laughed, pleased with the effect you had on him. As he drove, he let his hand wander to your thigh, and you happily let your fingers tangle with his.

"What are you smiling like that for?" Tom said when he glanced your way. You hadn't even noticed you were grinning as you were.

"I love you," was all you said.

"I love you too." Tom smiled back.

All your life, you had heard that love made people do stupid things, but would that include armed bank robbery? Could that hold up in court? Probably not, but you really could not care less.