Sinner's Heist

"11



⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE BOYS STAMPEDED up the creaky, wooden stairs to their door as Amos stepped up the pathway slowly with his hands in his denim jean's pockets. Bebe held a mean glare as she popped Dyce in the back of the head since he was the last to get inside the house. Amos leaned his head downward as a small laugh slipped between his lubricated lips, awaiting his lecture.

"Are you dumb?" Bebe spat, unfolding her arms and slapped the side of his head. He clutched her hands in his to withhold her from furthering her abuse. He couldn't hold the smile that formed across his face as he peered back down into her eyes, looking over her bare face with a scarf wrapped around the edges as he braids hung loosely in a ponytail.

"I'm sorry, I know you were worried sick. Latrell and I just took them to get some line ups." He explained but she still held an angry expression.

"I told you not to do that. You know how much that is? Five nap-" Amos interrupted her and disagreed.

"I wanted to do it, it was nothing. Okay? You don't owe me anything, I did it because I wanted to. They're like my little brothers too. Besides, I know they get tired of being in the house with all you women." Bebe giggled and looked off towards the street just as the row of poles began to light up-one flickering from needing a new bulb.

Sighing softly and returning her eyes back to him, Bebe nodded and thanked him. "Thank you so much. I appreciate you. I was just worried..I didn't know where they were and..." Her words trailed off as she shut her eyes closed. Thinking of all the crime common in the city, her responsibility was to take care and watch over her siblings. When that was unnecessary tested, she'd began to stress.

Grabbing her chin between his thumb and index finger, Amos brought her face up closer to his. He looked lower into her eyes before they shut slowly, leaning his lips into hers. He kissed her softly while the tip of their noses touched. Bebe hands caressed up his arms as they made their way behind his neck, wrapping her arms at her wrist.

The night was fairly chilly, but the temperature between the two caused it to slowly rise. Bebe's choice of occupation made it uneasy to be genuinely passionate with acts of love-kissing being one. Amos, however, made her have some sort of reassurance it was real and not for another paycheck. Her tongue squeezed between his lips as his strong hands grabbed ahold of her waist, pulling her closer to his body.

Amos slid his warm hands beneath her shirt a bit and rubbed small circles along her bare skin. Their tongues continued to tango while their lips moved in synch with no space between. "Hey Ossie!" The soft voice of Pooh shouted with a wave from the screen door as she looked outside at the two young adults. Their lips made a small sound effect as they pulled apart. Bebe leaned her forehead against his chest as he raised his left hand at Pooh, waving sweetly. "Hey Pooh."

"She is something else." Bebe held her head up and chuckled. Amos did also lightly as his phone begin to vibrate with no ringtone in his back pocket. He retrieved it and looked at the message from Latrell: