Reese hummed against Mark's skin. "If you assist we will not be getting very clean, Mark." He stated kissing the wild card's tattoo closest to his mouth. "I just need to wash up, I am feeling a little itchy at the moment." His hands moved over Mark's torso enjoying the smoothness of Mark's skin. "We can go in the shower and see what happens."
Reese smiled with a nod. "Good," he stated curtly about Duloo. He shook his head. "I think buying one would be better, that way we don't have to deal with gangs. I think we have enough trouble on our plate without bringing some angry gang up our rears. I don't know any off the market sellers, but I might find some over the next day."
Reese wiggled out of Mark's arms. "Come and wash me," he said with a playful wink before heading to the bathroom.
Catgirl of sorts
"Off-market - I never thought of that. I know some panel beaters and mod shops. We can spruce it up" replied Mark. It would be disastrous if the engine just suddenly decided to cutout in the middle of a heist. Now the only thing was whether they can fit both the car and the motorbike in the garage. Leaving either one outside would just be an open invitiation for it to be stolen. Mark guessed he could clean up the garage a bit more.
Now the only thing was who else they should put on the hit list. Zach and his men were dead and so were a few of the druggies. Ah yes, the journalist. That little wimp could be tortured. Especially how they had already implanted the chip into him. But was it enough to simply have two men try and thwart Duloo's dust ring? Guess so. Mark didn't trust anyone else apart from Reese and it would be the same in both directions.
When Reese tried to wriggle free, Mark almost wanted not let him and instead push Reese down onto the couch. After all, a completely naked Reese was quite attractive. But even more so in the shower. Mark grinned as he made his way to the bathroom door, closing it behind them as he took off his boxers.
*fade to black*