Ella's Oneshots

[Ella]

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Summary: written for a prompt, but I don't remember what it was! 
Words: 883

Nervous

“Nervous?” she asked. He could see a smile tug at the corners of her lips. Her eyes were sparkling behind the black mask she was wearing.
He grabbed her arm and twirled her around the room with him, her hair dancing graciously around her head. She began to laugh. She had a beautiful laugh. Not that she wasn’t beautiful when she didn’t laugh – she was always beautiful. She was staring at him expectantly, and he remembered her question. “No,” he lied. “Am I ever?”
She chuckled. “Do you really wish to have an honest answer to that?”
“When was I nervous then?” His voice was serious now.
She could see the tension in his face, even while he was wearing the mask. The black fabric still allowed his smooth skin to be exposed. She pressed a teasing kiss on his cheek. “You’re definitely nervous now.”
“I’m not –“
“You were nervous last time. You’re nervous every time.” She smiled. He set his jaw. “But you’re ready.” She looked at the black clothes he was wearing. He was more than ready. He almost looked sexy, even though she’d never admit it to him. His ego would only grow, and he already had enough arrogance for the both of them. She didn’t have the leisure to be arrogant – there were more important things in the world. She took his hand and pulled his body towards hers. “You’re more than ready. It’ll be over before you know it.”
He sighed. “I know, I know,” he murmured. “Whatever,” he added, in a weak attempt to cover up that he had just admitted that she was right. She was internally celebrating her triumph.
“Let’s go,” she said, taking off his mask as well as hers, pushing him out of her apartment.
“Don’t forget your purse.”
“Got it. Come on now. We wouldn’t want to be late, now would we?”
He smiled. “Of course not, darling.” The word tasted sweet on his tongue.
He drove the car out of the lane, breaking the speed limit a couple of times. She didn’t care. As long as they were on time.
“Left here,” she said.
“Are you certain?”
“I’m always certain,” she said decidedly.
There was a silence between them, and she just focused on the road. They needed to be in time. If they were only a few minutes late, her perfect plan for the evening would fall to pieces. She glanced sideways. He seemed relaxed enough now, but she knew that his mind was twirling.
He pulled the car over. It was dark, and the street was merely viewable to the human eye due to the weak streetlights.
“We’re… not there yet,” she said, when he didn’t seem to be planning to move.
“I know,” he said simply. “I just –”
“Like I said, we are late,” she said, putting some force behind her voice.
“I know,” he repeated.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She was nearly yelling at her now. Leave it to him to ruin her evening.
He didn’t answer for a while. “Don’t you ever get nervous?”
“What?”
“You heard me the first time, don’t make me repeat it.”
She shrugged. “Of course. It’s not that weird, is it?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You acted as if it was something weird.”
She grinned. “I’m sorry.”
He put his arms on the wheel and stared through the window.
“I’m nervous every time too,” she finally admitted. “I’m sorry if I upset you.”
She had expected many things. She had expected him to apologise for his ridiculous behaviour. She had expected him to taunt her. She could have imagined almost every scenario, but she didn’t expect him to press his lips to hers. For a moment she forgot everything else. For a moment she let his lips capture hers, as if they had never done anything else. As if they were one and the same person. She didn’t want it to end, but them she remembered who she was, and who he was. “We’re running late,” she said as she broke of the kiss.
He looked away. “Right.”
He steered the car away again, and they arrived about ten minutes later.
“You’re late, Carrie,” Jim yelled. They had obviously been waiting for them. “His fault,” she said flatly as she gestured to Trevor, but when Jim wasn’t looking, she threw him a smile. He granted her a small smile back.
“Come through,” Jim said, not generously enough to her taste, but Trevor put his hand on her back and escorted her into the building.
“Don’t forget your mask,” she said.
“I’m not forgetting anything any time soon.”
She playfully pushed him away.
“No shenanigans,” Derek said, sternly, as they entered a small hall. “Do you have it, Carrie?”
She nodded as she took the bomb out of her purse. “It’s all set and ready.”
“Does everyone remember what he has to do?” the man asked.
Everyone nodded.
“Good,” Derek said. He took the package and placed it against the door of the bank’s strongroom. “On the count of ten.”
Both of them put their hands over their ears. There was a loud bang as the door exploded before their eyes.
“Nervous?” she asked Trevor.
He smiled at her, his dark eyes finding hers. “As hell.”