Sonya and Lookmhee

Oh the thai summer heat. How draining it was. Especially if you're a wanted criminal, waiting to rob a bank with your mate of life. As always, everything went successfully. They bathed in money, drank champagne on rooftop of a skyscraper, left few briefcases to children's hospital and orphanage (where they both grew up.) Life was easy for them, as long as they had each other. They didn't use the money for drugs or alcohol or flashy sports cars. Well they did have two Lamborghinis, that was all. They weren't junkies getting money for fix, no, they hated addictions, they were just "luxury-starved." Growing up in orphanage, (partially looney-land), you grow up to crave comfort. They found solutions, they found banks, and they found each other.

After a small but successful heist, they were resting in their car. A milkshake was nestled between lookmhee's knees, small indulgence they let themselves have. (they're very almond people, living on healthy diet.) Piles of bills were on the backseat, resting amongst the guns and rifles. Sonya was quiet, forehead leaning against the steering wheel. Her breaths were quiet and nuzzly, maybe she dozed off lightly. They were parked in front of a Waterpark where sunset looked almost unreal through front window. "The heat got her." Lookmhee thought. She leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses all over Sonya's exposed back. The top was hold up by a small, weak thread. Lookmhee didn't have any problems with Sonya wearing revealing outfits, it was her choice after all. The kisses continued, across the scars, small spots and birth marks.