When Soul gets really heated in the moment...

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Chapter 5: Saint's Row. Why is my chest thumping?

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Oh shit... Why? Why did he ever think this was a good idea?

Plenty were people where walking on the streets as he kept still at his post, catching familiar faces and glimpses of the color purple as he shifted from one foot to the other. He kept trying to calm his thundering heart in his chest, shaking his head and slapping his cheeks. He knew she'd be here at 5 o'clock sharp, and he wasn't surprised when the purple limo pulled up exactly at 4:59, its chrome wheels mirroring the street, stopping at 5 on the dot, as the shiny vehicle mirrored his reflection. He was inadequate, not even worthy of leaning on the brick wall he had his styled white head upon. He placed his hands in the pockets of his black and purple pin striped suit jacket, a nervous habit he's had even if he was currently twenty-three. The thumping Soul's chest wouldn't stop, making his stomach lurch even harder.

Baruuump. Barruuump.

The driver got out of the limo while putting on his white fedora. His suit matched his hat as the golden chain around his neck swung gently. He had a purple undershirt just has Soul did, and he flashed Soul his signature, white-tooth smile –which contrasted with his black skin- just like in his commercial. He was Soul's mirror image, everything completely opposite except for the matching shirt, skin and all. Soul nodded to him in recognition, as he approached the back side of the limo, ready to open the door to the V.I.P guest.

Baruump. Baruump. Baruump.

Soul swallowed, getting his back off the wall and dusting off his suit, clasping his hands in front of him to keep a sense of calm. Too bad the only things going through his mind happen to be a string of curses with the occasional oh why me? Pierce noticed, laughing has he took off his fedora while gripping the car door, and slowly opening it. A leg (complete with sleek black stilettos), gracefully settled itself on the sidewalk, causing Soul to swallow a big ass lump in his throat. Oh god her legs, her mile long, sexy..

Barump. Barump. Barump. Barump.

The boss got out of the car with such finesse, he couldn't help but stare, his self-esteem shriveling as she approached him. She wore a black, tight cocktail dress with a formal purple business jacket, which only showed him the curves she's developed, and probably will develop in her twenties. Her long legs were smooth, the color of cream, as she swung her hips as she cat walked in his direction, her itty bitty waist, her hair that was curled and flowing down to curve around her breasts..

Barump. Barump. Barump. Barump. Barump.

"Soul, are you alright?" She asked, her green eyes shining even brighter now that they were rimmed with the kohl black eyeliner and mascara that only showed off her long lashes. The glint of silver was seen on the inside of her jacket, as he tried to keep his mind on the task at hand.

No, Maka I'm not. I want to pin you up again this wall and-"Yeah, I'm fine Maka." his teeth was grinding, along with his pants.

She smirked menacingly, taking his arm. "Well then, let's go to the bank." She suggested, even though he knew it was more of an order.

Man, she was dressed to kill. Which, he figured was very fit for the occasion, or he would if he couldn't stop concentrating on her chest being pressed into his arm as they walked towards the double glass doors of the Bank of Bridgeport, her heels making a gritty clatter on the grey cement, then switching to soft, elegant-like clicks as they met the checkered tiled floor within. Maka held the door open and looked over her shoulder, causing Soul to catch a glimpse of her alluring, edible neck.

"Pierce."

The white suited celebrity grinned, bowing in an overzealous manner, "Yeah boss?" he replied, lifting his head, his eyes not visible due to the visor of his fedora.
Maka's eyes narrowed, a large, mischievous grin plastered on her face that could rival Soul's if she had the teeth, and tapped her finger twitch on her cheek. Soul let a soft hiss out as he wriggled his hips, trying to get his pants to settle. Why can't she look at him like that?

"Do make yourself useful and seal off any escape routes, will you?"

Pierce laughed loudly, being over joyed at being put in charge of something –even if it was just for a moment- and began shouting orders at people who were posing as fellow citizens, the only give away being the sore sight of a certain shade.

"Let's show Bridgeport that the world bleeds purple!" Pierce shouted, getting whoops and hollers from some of the people who began to go around the tightened her grip on Soul's elbow, urging him to walk forward past the hotel lobby as she closed the glass door behind them. He turned towards her as she let out a soft, murderous whisper:

"Yes…lets."

"Uhm, excuse me?" She asked gently, having her finger in the air as she approached the bank teller, getting in front of a man already doing a transaction.
It was fake, her voice, her smile, the way she widened her eyes as if she had an important, legitimate question. It was all fake. Why couldn't the bank teller see it? Why couldn't they tell?

"Yes ma'am? What do ya' need?" The pretty little bank teller asked with a heavy city accent and an overly done employer voice. Her smile was almost as fake as Maka's.

"I was wondering if you could- Oof!" Maka was shoved out-of-the-way from a plump short old man, who spat on the side as he glared in her direction. Soul was ready to strangle him until Maka shot him a glare, and turning her head towards the man. He kept rambling, causing Soul and Maka to look at each other warily, Maka's smile faltering, "Ay I was 'ere first missy! Ain't no one gonna cut in fron' of me when I'm a doin' my taxes n'-"

Blah. Blah. Blah.

"An' why you dressed like that girly? Are you a night walker or somethin'? I swear kids these day-"
He didn't see it coming. Even Soul flinched as Maka angrily stuck the pistol straight in the old man's mouth, pulling the trigger without hesitation. The bank teller gasped as the other patrons started screaming airily, running towards the door in mass panic. Maka calmly turned her gun towards the woman behind the counter, the blood that had splattered on her knuckled dripping carelessly on the nice tiled floor. Maka laughed, smugly starring the government employee down as if she had nothing to lose...Which, she didn't.

Holy FUCK he was so blue balled right now!

"In case if you haven't noticed...This is a robbery." -her gun clicked back into place along with her heel...

"Stick your hands up."

"Soul, is something wrong?"

"Huh? What?"

"You paused the game..."

"Wha-oh. OH. Yeah uhm, I just need to use the bathroom..."

"Oh...Ok. Hurry back, I want to go buy some new clothes with the money we're about to get!"

"Yeah, sure. W-whatever."

Maka didn't even notice when Soul was gone for a half hour.