“You just can’t help yourself, can you?!” he said, staring at her incredulously, over the top of his sunglasses as they waited for the lights to change. Martin’s leather-gloved hands gripped the steering wheel of the low sports car a little harder in irritation. “You’re doing it again!”
Felicity was slow to respond. She dragged her eyes, lazily, from the buttocks of a workman who was filling a pothole outside the passenger window. She frowned, as though Martin had been rude to interrupt her.
“What..? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, half-heartedly…and quite obviously aware of exactly what he was talking about.
“Oh, Flick, please, don’t try to be cute!” Martin said tersely, biting out his words. “It doesn’t suit you. Just put your damn tongue in, will you?!” Felicity’s mouth fell open in stunned disbelief and she felt her skin bristle with annoyance.
“Well! I am sorry, darling…” she feigned sweetness, rolling her eyes. “I hadn’t realised how much you dislike it when I admire something pretty.”
Martin ignored her, trying to be dignified…but as he pulled away from the lights with gusto, the revving of the powerful engine betrayed him.
“At least I only admire things…” Flick continued, deliberately provoking. “I mean…when they’re not mine… I don’t just go and take them…I’m not like you…”
“Flick…” Martin finally bit the hook. “That’s different! You can’t start complaining about that now! You knew what I was like when you met me…I’ve never lied to you. And let’s face it, you don’t exactly refuse the benefits I bring home, do you?”
“Maybe not…,” she smirked wickedly for a moment. “I’ll admit it, I do enjoy those… But I could live without them, Martin. The problem is, I really don’t think you could…and someday, your luck’s gonna run out. You won’t always be this young and in demand, you know!”
“Maybe I won’t…” he replied, pulling the car into the mouth of an industrial estate. “And then, maybe I’ll try and live without this…but would you really want that now? I’d be bored and grouchy all the time, Flick! I need the excitement…the danger! I have to have the thrills, the variety, or it’s like I can’t breathe!” He sighed heavily at the sight of her sceptical frown. “Please…don’t look at me like that! It’s just what makes me tick, that’s all. I don’t do it to upset you, Flick…I do it because I need to. I’m not me without it…and if the truth be known, you wouldn’t be you either.”
Martin pulled the car against the curb outside what looked like an empty warehouse. Felicity raised an eyebrow at him when he reached for the door handle.
“We’re not done here.” She said, pointedly.
“Just stay in the car,” he told her. “I’ll only be a minute.”
Watching Martin disappear into the warehouse, Felicity considered the things he’d said. It was true, she had always known, and she really did like the benefits of his ‘danger’ and ‘excitement’. Martin was always so wired afterwards…he literally came alive! But she wasn’t always sure it was worth it. Lately, Flick seemed constantly worried. Every time Martin left the house, her thoughts were consumed with where he was…and what he was doing! Someday she wanted to settle down, have a family…and they’d never be able to do that whilst he was still so…wild!
A knock on the window beside her, jolted Flick from her silent frustration. Martin smiled at her through the glass…a beam that lit the air around him and filled it with electric sparks. She found her own mouth twitching involuntarily as he waved a stuffed brown envelope at her, and his dark eyes grew luminous…
“C’mon! C’mon, get out!” he panted, pulling the door open. “Quick!” Flick stood up out of the low, sleek car and into Martin’s radiating cloud of exhilaration. Her eyes were fixed on the envelope.
“They’re gonna take her?!” She tried, and failed, to push down her own glee as her stomach flipped with anticipation. “How much?”
“Of course they’re gonna take her! Look at her, Flick! I’ve got great taste in other people’s cars!”
“Martin! How much?!” Felicity reached for the envelope, but he pulled it back, stuffing it into his pocket.
“£23,000!” He hissed, leaning to kiss her mouth, hurriedly. “Not bad for a day’s work, eh?” Flick caught the back of his neck, and pressed his lips to hers in a longer, heated assault. It left them both breathless, toes curling…not bad indeed! God, she loved him like this! It was contagious!
“Just wait ‘til I get you home,” she gasped, dragging her nails slowly between his shoulder blades. “…I’ve just remembered how much I love those…benefits!”
“Home?!” Martin grinned, teasing and sexy. “Oh honey…now you’ll just have to be patient! I work nine to five…I’m still at the office!” Felicity let him take her hand and started running…
“Quick!” he told her. “We’ve got a bus to catch…there’s a business conference in town…and apparently, the hotel has a hell of a car park!”
Felicity picked up her pace…just a couple more couldn’t hurt.
What is it about the bad boy that is so attractive? Your story has thrills, that's for sure. Interesting concept. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, Felicity = Flick. I was momentarily confused.
ReplyDeleteThe life of a car thief must be a thrill, especially with payouts like Martin's.
There are some lovely twists and turns in this - you had me going right to the end. Great story. :)
ReplyDeleteI had all sorts of ideas in mind as to what his 'thrills' might be. :)
ReplyDeleteBad boys are very attractive...
Very cool. This couple sounds like they were meant for each other, at least until the inevitable murder-suicide.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Really like what you did with this. It's hard to see what the attraction is from this side, but there's no denying he has her under his spell. Nice.
ReplyDelete@Tony Noland - me?! kill my characters off? I sure I don't know what you mean! *walks away whistling*
ReplyDelete@Laurita - Her character did feel a bit flat to me - maybe she needs an edit?!
What Tony said. :D
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure Felicity is "flat," but after a promising start she *does* seem to be there only as a sounding board for Martin. Then again, there's only so much character development one can do in a flash story, right?
(Careful, flash sometimes turns into full-blown novels. That's how my White Pickups story started.)
That whole "Gone in 60 Seconds" feel. Fun read.
ReplyDeleteI love this- love story for the bad guys. Great work.
ReplyDeleteI'm not so sure I agree with FARfetched's comment about Flick being *only* a sounding board - I thought that was the whole point of her, as well it should be. And I love that nickname - Flick - it really fits.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this Amy - you can feel the excitement throughout, the thrill, and I was anxious for the reveal. Glad you gave it to us!
Yes, I fell for it - assumed it was his infidelity that she was objecting to! Brilliantly done, especially making Flick a co-conspirator rather than a tag-along girlfriend. Great story :-)
ReplyDelete“I hadn’t realised how much you dislike it when I admire something pretty.”
ReplyDeletethat was a great line.
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