The Life of a Bandit and a Thief

Chapter Eight - Breakfast Plans

Chapter Eight - Breakfast Plans

Elise felt Sam shift behind her, and could tell he was still awake despite the darkness around them.

"What's wrong?" She whispered, yawning slightly as she did so. Sam didn't reply for a while, instead sighing and pulling his arms tighter around her. "Sam, what's wrong?" She repeated, knowing that something was bothering him.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked quietly, a hint of hurt in his voice.

"Tell you what?" She replied, her mind drifting in and out of sleep.

"About Finchley." He said, slightly louder to wake her up.

"Oh." Elise said, frowning slightly. "I didn't think it was that important. I had more pressing matters on my mind." She joked seductively, tracing a finger down one of the arms wrapped around her middle. She smiled when she felt Sam give a small chuckle, but could sense him frowning still behind her.

"I still wish you'd told me who he was."

"Why?" Elise asked, before twisting around to face him. "Are you jealous?" She asked, laughing slightly at his ridiculousness.

"No." He pouted.

"Yes you are!" She giggled, tickling him slightly and watching his face turn what she knew would be a distinct shade of red in normal daylight.

"No, I'm not." He said defensively, laughing despite himself as he tried to grab hold of Elise's wrists. "Stop that! Behave." He laughed as he succeeded in getting hold of her hands.

"Well," She laughed with him, lacing her fingers with his and rolling him over onto his back while she rested her body on top of his, their faces level. "You have nothing to worry about." She told him, amazed at how his eyes still seemed so bright, glinting despite the absence of light around them, a hint of doubt still present within them.

"I mean, besides the fact that I'm completely and hopelessly in love with you," She grinned, pausing to kiss him, "You've met Simon, do you really think you're going to have any problems?"

She paused and raised an eyebrow, before spurting out a laugh, unable to keep it in anymore, Sam doing the same as they thought of the awkward, highly-strung man in the tent next to them.

"I love you, you know." Sam laughed, putting a hand around the back of Elise's head, tangling his fingers in her messy hair, pulling her face down to his.

"You better." She murmured against his lips, making them both smile as they pulled themselves closer together.

Simon lay on his back, looking up at the canvas top of the tent, David and Rob's sleeping and snoring forms a few feet away. He swallowed nervously and twiddled his thumbs as he tried to listen to the conversation going on in the tent next to him. Even though he knew it was extremely rude to eavesdrop, he had heard his name and wanted to know what they were saying about him, so he was straining his ears to listen despite himself.

He couldn't sleep, the events of that evening still swirling around his head. After Elise had revealed their connection, it had become very silent as everyone processed the new information, before they all suddenly burst to life with questions or in Rob's case roaring with laughter and shouting lewd comments at him.

Besides himself and Elise, the only one who hadn't given a large reaction was Sam, who looked on with his usual air of amused indifference; but Simon saw him tighten his grip around Elise, as well as the surreptitious glances he kept sending his way, as if eyeing an opponent before a fight, and it had made Simon feel very uncomfortable.