Day 3: I Love It When A Wedding (and a plan) Comes Together

[notjustaface]

There was no doubt about it, Mel/Mia was definitely in on the gig, between the gun and fake documents stored in her cabin and a key to what could only be a storage locker they had more than enough evidence to take her down hard.

Problem was, she didn't strike either of them as the leader of the operation - she was sweet, pretty, just the sort of con Face was the master of. Which usually meant there was a boss pulling the strings. With less than twenty-four hours before dock, it was hard to focus on getting ready for the wedding when he was going over every face on the boat they'd met in the last two days. Between the two of them, they'd practically been social butterflies - making best friends of most of the boat.

They're taking in some last minute time by the pool pretending to go over their vows only a couple hours before the altar, going over the plan if they can only nab half the pair.

"We'll flush her out," Face shakes his head, pushing up off his towel and stretching enough to make his small speedo even more scandalous. "Have Hannibal and BA grab Mia and then make a run for the hold - assuming the guns are in the hold."

Which is a big assumption.

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[notjustaface]

When he looks up, he knows his eyes are read again - frustrated, sad, knowing that things are probably never going to be good for them. They're always going to be on the run, they're always gonna scrape by, and in the end it'll always be his fault they're unhappy.

"I've already done it once, only a matter of time." He bites his lip, forcing himself to consider Murdock's suggestion before answering; "You'd be the victim. That's why boss doesn't like us together - we all know what my role is here. I'm the guy that does the dirty work that nobody else could get away with. I've got more blood on my hands and more broken hearts under my belt that you even know about."

Letting the frustration come, he sighs; "Damn it, Murdock... you're practically innocent."

[notthatcrazy]

"I'm also a grown man who's capable of making his own damn decisions," he snaps. "Just 'cause I act like a kid sometimes doesn't mean I don't know what's going on."

[notjustaface]

"And I never said you don't. What I mean is that you don't know what I'm capable of. Hell, half the time I don't know until I'm in it."

When he sighs again, the frustration is muted. He doesn't want to fight, not when things are going well. That's why he didn't want to talk about it at all. It's easier just to let sleeping dogs lie.

"All I mean is that I love you, and that much is real... I can't even pretend that I don't." And in a way that in itself is painful for him, it's an emotion he can't turn off and it scares the fuck out of him every time he realizes it. "And we've already made it pretty clear that you're gonna settle for a guy that'll break your heart and I just don't know what I did to deserve someone who has as much faith in me as you do."

[notthatcrazy]

Those sleeping dogs have a tendency to wake up and bite, though.

"I can't explain it. I just know somethin' tells me you're worth it, even if I do get hurt."

[notjustaface]

"Not if." He replies somewhat somberly, leaning his forehead against his partners.

"I need a drink. Do you want a drink? I think they put whiskey in the minibar."

[notthatcrazy]

He reaches up to run his fingers through the curls of hair on the nape of his neck.

"I want you to take me back to bed."

[notjustaface]

Bed? Bed sounds like maybe an even better distraction... maybe.

His lips quirk up slightly with the barest hint of a smile; "Are we talking bed like sleeping or bed like you pushing my ankles up around my ears and giving our neighbors something to talk about?"

[notthatcrazy]

"Shameless."

He returns the smile though, sliding off his lap.

"Let's get under the covers and see what happens."

[notjustaface]

"I think we've established my level of shamelessness..." He follows close behind, "the question is how much of me has rubbed off on you."

Taking one last bite of cake, he turns back to the bed with a nearly genuine smile; "And how much of me is going to be rubbing you off."

[notthatcrazy]

"You are a terrible, terrible influence, Templeton Peck."

He falls back into the bed, pulling him back on top of him until they're tangled in each other's arms again.

"I love you."

[notjustaface]

This time, Face is quick to take a much less dominant position - rolling onto his side and wrapping both arms around his partner's waist to push them as close as they can go. Despite his smarmy implications he's content with just that much, warm skin against warm skin wrapped in closeness.

"I know."