november yumary otp prompt challenge!

"that wasn't supposed to happen"

"Well," Yumeko sighed, "That wasn't supposed to happen."

Mary scoffed, "The part where you stole the sunglasses, or when I almost crashed the car."

"No, the fact that we're in the back of a police cruiser, Mary."

She almost felt like it was another offense to acknowledge the situation. It probably wasn't the best for Mary to phrase it that way and would definitely be used against them in court.

"I didn't steal the glasses," Yumeko pouted.

"That's what they think."

"But that's not what happened."

"But it is basically what happened," Mary admitted.

"Are you trying to get me arrested?" Yumeko frantically whispered.

"You're not gonna get arrested," Mary laughed. "If anything I'll be right next to you, since I'm an accomplice."

"Stop talking!" Yumeko tried to subdue her smile. "Nobody did anything intentionally wrong!"

She discretely looked through the bars to the police officer in the driver's seat. She wondered if he was recording everything they said. His walkie-talkie buzzed in the cup holder with code phrases she used to know. 

"Did you know my dad used to do police training with me?" Yumeko reflected, presenting it as a fun father-daughter activity rather than preparation for running the mafia. "I used to know all the codes and the procedures."

Mary hummed surprisingly. "So what happens when we get to the station?"

"We'll find out together."

Mary laughed, leaning into Yumeko's shoulder.

The officer took a sip of his coffee cup. It was around the fourth sip since they'd entered the car, and based on the force he used to lift the cup, he was about halfway finished. He'd been taking some large sips.

That wasn't really important. What was important was how focused he was on the road. The police station is two more rights from now, maybe nine miles?

She was already texting the Jabami family lawyer directly, hiding her phone behind the seat, so, really, she didn't have a care in the world.

Their banter was less acting and more flaunting their innocence and making fun of their situation.

"You look hot in orange," Yumeko teased, cupping her chin.

"Shut up," her smirk warned Yumeko rather than discouraged her.

Mary's challenging eyes poured adrenaline into her bloodstream. She felt like she was doing something bad. When, in all actuality, she hadn't.

They'd gone to the store for late-night shopping, and Yumeko tried on a pair of expensive sunglasses she absolutely adored. Really, she loved them so much she forgot to take them off. By the time they'd breezed through the self-checkout line and assumed the sirens out the door were for the couple beside them, Yumeko and Mary had forgotten about the pair of sunglasses.

And they would've gotten all the way home with them if it hadn't been Mary noticing the glint of another car's headlights on the rose gold glasses sitting on Yumeko's bangs from the driver's seat. In a panic, she tried to pull into a neighbor's driveway and turn around, but instead she got them centimeters from a shattered headlight.

Before they could even drive back to the store, they were pulled over by a cop. The rest is self-explanatory.

It was outrageous but fun and exhilarating. She almost wanted to kiss Mary right in the back of the officer's car. Pull her as close as the seatbelts would allow her and lose herself to the excitement.

But before she could think any further, she received a text message from her lawyer. "In the meantime, you and Mary have to promote an innocent image."

How boring. It's like she could read the thoughts running wild through her mind.

Yumeko sighed dramatically as she tilted her phone screen toward Mary. Her eyes scanned the words, and then she rolled her eyes.

"Let's try to stay out of any orange for a while, 'kay Mary?" Yumeko up-played her law-abiding—never illegal gambled or fired a weapon—self. She dropped her hand off of Mary's jaw and lace their hands.

"I agree," she winked.