Cedric The Sensational X Reader

Thieving Kisses

It was 3 in the morning by the time you unlocked the door to your tiny little cottage. Since that night at the castle two months ago, your luck with heists have never been better. Granted, you were playing it safe, no big jobs, no complications. Placing your loot on the table, you flop down on your chair completely exhausted. It's been a rough couple of weeks without rest for you, small jobs meant small rewards. Not to mention your last big client got caught with the jewelry you handed him before getting the last of the payment to you. A wise decision to pawn the bracelet off quickly, but  that was a hearty cut you took in exchange. Not to mention the fool attempted to sell your location. You scoff at the memory, as if you were stupid enough to hold meetings at your actual location. Still... 

your fingers moved idly to skim the light scar forming on your jawline. Wood does not cut clean, and your on the fly escape attempt caused a deeper cut then you thought it would. And despite your quite sloppy and loud exit, the streets were quiet about your involvement. No wanted posters, no man-hunt, the papers all read that it was the perfect crime, leaving no trace. The only reason the idiot got caught is because his daughter wore the stolen bracelet to a party held by the princess herself. Fools, the lot of them. Did make a interesting headline though. leaning back into your chair, you hum quietly into the night air. A break would be nice. Since things seemed to be quiet anyway. It had been a really long time since you got groceries... Jerkey and fruit was getting pretty boring... Maybe you could head into town for a day tomorrow. The cut was the only evidence left of your last mess up, and well...

Yawning, you lug your sore body out of the chair and into your bed. Only one man knew about the scar on your face. You knew little about his. But one thing was sure, when you found him, things were going to be a lot more interesting. 

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Coming into town was a great idea. 

Waving goodbye to the local baker, you bite into the first sweet you've eaten in weeks. As your mouth exploded with pastry goodness, you tuck the rest of your purchases into your pack and idly peruse through the market stalls. the sun was shining brightly down onto the hustle and bustle, stinging your eyes slightly. Days tended to be for sleeping, as most of your jobs were night based. Still, it was good to get out and about when you could. Finishing off your sticky treat, you were about to start making your way to the next stall when a chill ran down your spine. Unusual for a summer day. Someone was watching you. 

Thieves need to be good at recognizing deliberate stares. Witnesses were the most dangerous elements in any heist, and the hardest to... dispose of. Although even without your heighted sense, it would be hard to miss the gaze pentrating into your back. Unfortunately, the bright sun and the busy crowd made it hard to pinpoint the location. You needed to move. 

ducking your head, you tuck in on yourself and pick up your pace. moving swiftly and deliberately, you move into the most crowded area of the square. Ducking and weaving between people bartering, chatting, buying and selling, you make sure that you did not move too fast. The goal was to appear like you wanted to escape, but stay within eyesight. No one tails a master and gets away with it. Moving out of the crowd, you stretch your arms and take a deep breath. 

Then you bolt. 

Not far, nor for very long. You simply escape away from the crowds, making your way into a less crowded area before ducking into a secure alleyway. slowing your pace, you listen intently for the quick paces following behind you. Whoever was following you couldn't run in the slightest. Cute. Walking slowly, you hear the pursuer stop at the end of the alley, before attempting to sneak up behind you.  Clumsy. The footsteps weren't in rhythm with yours, the breathing was slightly ragged and quick. slowing just a bit more, you wait as the presence grows closer.