CHAIN ; ( number five )

𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗜 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼

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We reappear in a driving taxi, scaring the driver to death. He gasps loudly and grabs his steering wheel tighter, his eyes full of shock.

Poor man.

"Don't stop," Five says and I add: "Just keep going, we're real sweethearts"

Terrified, the man looks back at the street and Five and i turn to the window just ro see Klaus still being where we left him. I throw an air kiss in his direction and turn back to Five who's looking at the driver. "Gimbel Brothers"

"Please," I add.

Five smirks the most gorgerous smirk in the history of smirks. "Y'know, I'd love to hear you pleading for other things, doll"

"Soo, Klaus was right?" I grin, trying to cover up the heat burning in my cheeks and belly.

He only scoffs. "Maybe. But I wouldn't say it that way"

His face is nearer now, I lean forward, too until we're only inches apart and i can feel his hot breath on my face. A thousand of butterflies, which is physically impossible, seem to dance around in my stomach as his index finger caresses the skin on my hand with drawing circles on it, just to move up, up my arm, my ellbow, my shoulder, my neck, until it stops under my chin.

"Well, how would you say it?"

"Hm..." he smiles cocky, caressing my cheek with his fingers and brushing my skin slightly with his lips. "Maybe I'm longing for my wife"

"Good for you that your wife isn't reluctant at all," I breathe quietly and bring my fingers to his hair slowly to stroke through it.

Our lips are now only inches apart. His fingers run from under my chin to my hair now, too, and run through it softly, sending shivers down my spine where he touches my skin. I let out a soft sigh and bring both of my hands to his cheeks as our faces grow closer and closer.

As I look up at his eyes, i see they're dark and hungry, not hungry for food. Hungry for me.

"We're there," the driver says, clearing his throat. In an instant, both of us pull away. We completely forgot he is still there.

Confused, I look out as my racing heart calms down. "We're not"

"No," the driver says. "But you guys know sex under 16 is illegal, right?"

"What?" we both ask in chorus. "We were only trying to make out!" I exclaim frustrated. "Normally, taxi drivers don't speak to you, right? You're a bad taxi driver! A bad one!"

When I realise Five looks at me, almost laughing, I ask: "What?"

He smiles softly. "You're cute"

"And hot," I add.

"And that too," he agrees.

"Stop talking!" the taxt driver shouts from the front seat.

The rest of the ride is mostly silent. Soon, the night falls and the street laterns begin to lighten up.

"Can I ask you something?" Five says.

"Sure," I answer.

"why did you come here?" he ask.

"What? What do you mean?" I say confused.

"Y'know," he tries to explain. "2019. Why did you come here?"

"I diudn't want to come here," I clarify. "I wanted to go to the seventies"

"Why?" he asks confused. "Wanted to watch star wars at the opening night," I explain and Five shakes his head chuckling.