(AU where they're working in the mafia and keep getting made to work together since they work well together, but they hate eachother, yet they flirt.)
Skeppys POV~
Another day another job, I finish off the last person I have to with a headshot, and wipe my forehead of the sweat. "Ruthless today huh?" Bad asks me. I hate working with him, but the boss makes us work together since we work so well together.
I scoff and don't respond. "Ignoring me now huh?" He asks again. I continue ignoring him, and use my free hand to wipe some blood off my cheek. I feel hands snake around my waist, and my face heats up. My whole body tenses up, and my hands start to shake.
"Someone's flustered hm?" I blush hard, and bad moves his hands slightly up and slightly down, rubbing on my waist from behind. "You just love my body don't you?" I say in a flirty tone. He just grips on tighter in response.
"We've got about an hour before they come get us." I say, basically talking to myself. I try to hide the fact that I'm flustered by him holding onto me, and I'm doing pretty well at it. They make us wear these skin tight black suits, so they accentuate every curve, and my ass.
It feels like we're skin to skin right now, since the suits are pretty thin as well. "You can let go of me asshole." I mutter with an annoyed tone. He doesn't immediately let go, instead gripping even tighter. "Do you really want me to let go of you? Or are you enjoying this?" He asks smugly.
I grab his hands and remove them from my waist, I go to walk off but he grabs my wrist. He spins me around and pushes me into the nearest wall, both hands on either side of me on the wall, pinning me to it.
I manage to keep the blush off my face, and I move my left hand to put on his shoulder, using my right to grab his chin. I smirk and move his head down so our lips are about a folded in half dollars length apart. I move my thumb up onto his lip, which curls into a smile at the touch.
We've got our eyes locked onto each others, and neither of us look away. "You love me~" he says. "You mean hate? Because that I do badboyhalo." I respond, still not breaking eye contact. "You say you hate me, but yet we work so well together, and I can feel how your body relaxes when I touch you." He responds.
"That doesn't mean shit demon, and don't you hate me too?" I ask, our position remaining the same. "Working with you isn't ideal, I'd rather work with someone else, and every time I see your face I get agitated so I'll let you decide what that means." He responds.
"Then why do you flirt with me so much huh?" I smirk once more. "I don't know I just do." He says. "Whatever." I respond. We stand in silence for a few moments, and for a split second I contemplate kissing him. That's such a stupid thought, why would I do that?!
But it would be kind of nice..
Fuck no! Snap out of it, you hate him!
My thoughts are cut short by a car pulling up in the back, our getaway vehicle. I push bad off me, and start walking out. "Did you get the card we were supposed to get?" He asks me before we leave. "Of course I did dipshit." I respond bitterly.
I make it outside and get in the back of the car, it's kind of like one of those vans people get kidnapped in except it's intentional for us to go with them. I get in first, and bad follows after me. I hand the card to the driver, it's a credit card with millions on it, and since we killed everyone in close proximity to the person we took it from, it can't be cancelled.
This is a big score for us two, and gets us lots of money and credits in the industry. Sadly I have to split this victory with bad. It's not.. The worst? I'm starting to like him more, but I'm worried he actually does hate me. I don't hate him anymore, I just say I do.
