The thief looked up at her with piercing hazel eyes, his attention slightly split towards the other thugs looking into the alley. Of course she wouldn't know it, but they had crossed into quite unforgiving territory as far as the streets were concerned. It wasn't entirely ideal that she had caught him, rump and all, just past this wall - the thugs weren't the only ones who prowled the streets here. Their compatriots wouldn't be far behind, if they found anything or anyone of interest, and they usually didn't take kindly to strangers.<br/><br/>But of course, since this noblewoman knew nothing of the two men, she'd already turned her attention.. elsewhere.<br/><br/>Not that he was complaining, again. The touch of her hands playing with his own lean, hard muscles, honed from a lifetime of constant escapes and at times pursuits, stoked the growing heat of the thief's body, not to mention the way she ground her hips against his bulge, as if she were riding one of her prize horses. It became apparent that it was now<i>her </i>turn for a spot of mischief, and she certainly wasn't too bad at it, judging by how much he had swollen under the thick linen of his pants. Of course, she was now doing this to him under the watch of the two men, who hadn't caught on both of them just yet.. which made it just that much more exciting.<br/><br/>And who was<i>he </i>to pass up on excitement?<br/><br/>His lone finger slid from her lips, down her neck, and trailed into her freshly-ripped cleavage, the rest of his fingers - and in fact, his entire palm - following suit, slipping deftly past the lacy bra to cup and play around with her firm, perky breast, to touch and stroke and squeeze firmly at the skin and flesh he'd merely been witnessing before. Fair<i>was </i>fair, after all, even if neither of them truly believed in fairness.<br/><br/>His other hand smoothed over her grinding rump, against the tight, curvy shape of her riding breeches, then began to brush against the hem of those pants briefly - very briefly - before his deft fingers managed to slide<i>under </i>that leather to find the 'treasure' he spoke of underneath, cupping and squeezing her pert rump without the protection of leather, pulling it ever so slightly harder against her gradual grinding.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>