The first time they kiss is the night before the heist. They’re joyful from the announcement of a new addition to the family and a little buzzed on the alcohol.
She likes the puzzle he presents, but decides that this loose-tongued version of him is just as interesting. His whispered breaths as he tells her of his plans for driving the autobahn, and of Tokyo, sends chills down her spine as he leans in closer with every word. She rears her head closer to whisper in his ear, “I’m going to get some air,” eyes lingering on his as she walks pass him.
He follows her outside with the stars above as their only audience, the voices of their friends inside, muted. Once he’s outside, she gently grabs his hand to lead them further from the building. They stop near a tree, and then he drums his fingers slowly along her exposed forearm.
“So what are your plans after this?” he asks.
“Maybe I’ll come along, teach you a few things,” she dares.
“Like what?” he counters playfully.
“Like…other ways to keep your mouth and hands busy,” she says seductively as she kisses him slowly and softly, moving his hands to her waist, then running her hands along his neck. It’s sweet and tender, and not what he expected after all the tension they’ve been harboring around each other.
Afterwards, she gives him a sly smirk as if to prove her point.
Game on. He'll play along.
He answers with an intense gaze, cupping her face with his hands as he kisses her hard and deep. When he finally pulls away from her, he sees the dazed look on her face, and he thinks this is the first time she seems out of her element.
Speechless. Breathless. Brilliant.
It might be the alcohol, but he’ll take this win.
“Took you long enough,” she stumbles, trying to regain the upper hand.
“Didn’t want a gun pointed at me now, did I?” he grins.
”Who says that’s not still a possibility?” she retorts firmly, her hands running along his back.
Silent stares illuminate the darkened Rio sky until she starts kissing his neck.
“Tell me about yourself,” she murmurs, “What did you say the other day, about life before we met, what did you do besides the obvious?”
“The past is what it is, I don’t look back,” he replies.
“How would I know if I’m running around with a dangerous person?” she teases.
“How do I know that you’re not the same?” he fires back.
“That’s a fair deal,” she says, echoing his words from earlier in the night.
“Fair deal,” he repeats, kissing her again.