𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | charlize theron

andy; perpetrators

I walk side by side with Andy down another street. Why she chose a side alley I'm not sure, but, it's making me feel enormously uneasy. We break out of the darkness into the warmth of the sun shining on the main town - it's atmosphere much more inviting.

I pull out my mirror, pretending to fix makeup I don't bother wearing and check behind us. Sure enough there is the shine of a gun in a nearby shop window. Andy starts to steer to another alleyway. I press myself to her back forming a barrier of immortality between her and our perpetrator, spurring her forward towards the crowd of people.

She leans back into me, "Y/N, we'll be delayed we need to go around the crowd." I pull her towards me and pepper soft kisses along her neck to which her eyes widen: brightly colored cloth starting to surround us.

"We were being watched." I say, wrapping my arms around her as she manoeuvres through the gathering with difficulty. The smell of  cooked meats and fresh fruits fills my senses - citrus displayed on almost every stall. The culture in this place thrives like no other, tourism yet to remove its heart. I smile at the livelyness.

I glide my hands down to her hip - to the bullet wound her now beautifully aging body houses, the other dragging down her spine; its muscles tensing up. If we weren't on so many missions I might have been able to take her out for once, treat her like my wife for at least half an hour. She grabs my wrist as soon as my hands start to stray their original position and starts to drag me with more haste, fingers locking between mine.

I watch as she observes our surroundings quickly whilst portraying a completely cool and calm exterior, melding to the unusual change of plan. She is a wonder to witness - and watching her work is my favourite hobby. Her assessments are drawn short as she careers to the right and pulls me through a clothing store. I duck under various t-shirts and scarves.

We make it back into a shadowed side street a safe distance away from our previous stalker and I feel my body being pushed. My back hits the worn brick and her soft lips find mine. I go to kiss back but she's already pulling away, lust in her eyes and frustration evident on her face.

"We will finish this later. But for the love of God, please keep your hands to yourself because I'm really struggling to wait that long." She breathes, hand still latched onto mine. I see the desperation in her eyes and am hit with a swelling pride that I have this affect on her.

"You're hot when you're frustrated."

"You've mentioned before. Now let's get out of here." She says, pulling me  eagerly as we start to run through the maze of alleyways - fingers still entwined.