Tara took in the scruffy but handsome appearance of the thief and nodded in approval to herself, glad that she’d kept up the chase.  He would most certainly do.  He certainly looked enthusiastic about getting caught.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cheesy comment.  It was just like a line from one of the romance novels she shared with her friends in their teens.  She was about to reply when he pulled her against his chest with a short yelp.<br/><br/>His rather firm chest.<br/><br/>His firm chest her hands were currently exploring and stroking; it would definitely look so much better without this cheap shirt on it.  One hand was already sliding inside to tease across his skin playfully, stroking and squeezing muscles like she was examining a horse she was considering buying.  Her breathing slowly began to match with his, finally beginning to calm after the excitement of the chase.<br/><br/>She did throw a fierce little glare his way, however; it wasn’t a good idea to let him think he was the one in charge.  She would have told him outright but he pressed a finger to her lips and then she heard the heavy tread of boots nearby.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked to the mouth of the alley to examine who was standing there.  She didn’t recognise them, but she wasn’t worried.  This fool under her might have been unwise enough to cross her, but she doubted anyone else would once they were informed who she was.<br/><br/>Probably.<br/><br/>Still, her new friend clearly wanted to keep a low profile.  Perhaps she wasn’t the only person he’d annoyed.<br/><br/>She grinned up at him with a mischievous expression, shifted slightly and hooked her ankles around the back of his legs and began to ever so slightly hump at the growing bulge in his trousers, pressed snugly between his body and hers, grinding teasingly as she stared right into his eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>