The Baker's girl - A tale of Gradzlata

[DramaNerdette]

Ziva shivered, and pressed back against the warmth and strength of the man behind her, breath shallow and quick as she felt his excitement against the round softness of her backside. She bit her lip. This wasn't like her, wasn't something she was used to. A roll in the hay with one of the local boys on a warm evening, sure, but Yvginy? A dangerous man like him after a dangerous night like this? She shivered in his arms, at his touch, wanting. "You brought me up here to... To enjoy the view, right? Do you think you could keep us warm while I... Take it in?" Ziva smiled a little hoping her little joke didn't end up a joke after all. He wanted her, she wasn't so naive that she couldn't tell a man's passions. And she finally had to admit, she wanted him too. Not as a husband, or even as a suitor. She wanted him as a nice hot fuck. She wanted to be taken, and to enjoy being the prize of the evening, and nothing more than that.

She leaned her head to the side, to give Yvginy more of her throat to taste. "How did you know the woman in the house was naked?" She asked softly, running her nails over the back of his forearms where they encircled her. She took one of his hands, and guided it up to her breast, swallowing her nerves. "Could you see her? How she was giving herself?" Ziva took a deep breath, "Do you think I could do better?" She asked, voice soft, husky. Hopeful.

 

[siobhancan99]

"I didn't really notice her" came the response, his long fingers sliding over the form fitting leathers she wore "this is in the way" he cupped her through the stiff leather, then pulled her back against him "We should go inside so you can take it off" He didn't seem to be in a rush though, pressing into her back, his arms pinning her in his embrace as he clutched her back against him. He was stiff against her, but resisted the urge to grind into her, just letting her feel the swell of him against her ass. His lean body curls in on itself so he can kiss her neck again, stopping because he is so tall and she so short. He tugs at one earlobe with his lips "and you're going to be taking this off"

His teeth lightly scraped the skin of her neck as he inhaled her scent, then gave a soft pleasured moan. his lips brushed over her ear "Come inside Kitten, unless you want whatever is under that cursed mountain to watch me fuck you."

 

[DramaNerdette]

Ziva giggled, she couldn't help herself, even if it made her sound more like a girl than she wanted to in the moment. "Aww, and here I thought you liked putting on a show." She twisted in his arms and hopped up onto the crenellations, pulling him tight against her by his shirt, and kissing his lips, his hips sliding between her thighs as she parted for him. She reached with one hand, and traced fingertips along his jaw, watching his eyes. Ziva sighed happily, her other hand tugging at the tight leather cords that held the front of her armor closed over her chest. "I don't know why I'm doing this. This is not... I'm not usually this forward." She murmured, each protest punctuated with a kiss.

The leather armor top fell free, and she dropped it to the stone roof of the old tower, an icy breeze playing over her linen undershirt, the only thing now between Yvginy and her skin. She purred, pressing herself close, renewing the kisses. "Just this once." She said, her lips moving against his. "Just this one night, I'm yours. Can we be... ok with that?" She asked. Begged, almost, purring as his hand slid up under the linen shirt, rough fingers grazing over her tightening nipples just as his lips tasted hers. She pressed a hand between them, and popped open the clasp on her tight leather pants. "If you're going to take me downstairs, we should probably go now..."

 

[siobhancan99]

Yvginy pauses a moment, looking at her with mock seriousness "I think. Somehow. Some way... I will survive" He grins and then wraps a fist in her hair, tugging her in to kiss her, pressing his lips to hers and sucking at her lower lip firmly. his free hand fumbles with her armor, trying to get it off "but if its just the one time. Just the one sweet moment. I'm gonna let the devil watch me take you." He grins and leaves her on the stone, pressing his face into her neck, feasting, sucking, nibbling. his long fingers find a nipple and pluck, toying with the hard little nub as he holds her petite body to him with the hand locked in the roots of her hair. He mutters something, she thinks a spell. She feels ... lighter somehow. Like if she fell she'd float to the ground. "just in case" he mutters, then sucks firmly, hard enough nearly to mark at the crook of her neck but not quite.

His dexterous fingers to with her chest, then he covers her breast with his hand, rubbing his palm against it. His teeth rake her skin without biting and his lips pull after. He kisses up to her ear "You don't have to get all the way undressed." He flicks his tongue along the ridges of her ear, hot breath washing over the skin after. He presses to her, the warmth of his body staving off the near winter chill in the air. His hands get a little rougher, a little more urgent, tugging at the roots of her hair, pinching and tugging at her nipple.

 

[DramaNerdette]

Ziva laughs at the careless joy of it. "If you tumble me off this perch with nothing but an undershirt on, and my pants around my knees, I think I'd rather just go splat." She gasps at the urgency of his mouth, and her hands move to his pants, tugging leather straps loose with an urgency of their own. She can feel the eager heat of her own excitement growing, like an internal lightning, flashing each time he presses against her. As his pants come loose, she slides a hand down across his backside, pulls him hard against her, thighs parted for him in mimicry of what's soon to come.

She ducks her head under his chin and trails kisses up his throat, across his sharp jawline, onto his ready lips. Her tongue flicks out, hesitant of the technique, but hopeful to try, tasting his lower lip like a dollop of honey. Ziva shudders, and pushes Yvginy back. "We... we need to get my pants off." She closes her thighs, and peels the tight leather over her ass, and down to her knees, taking her underclothes with them, before using her feet to kick them off. Her ass is indeed cold as hell on the stone of the parapet, but she doesn't care just now. She gestures at the man before her with her chin, his slacks undone, and bulge threatening to break free. "You're overdressed." She giggles, knowing it's a bit much from a girl who is barely escaping utter indecency with her long linen undershirt.

 

[siobhancan99]

Yvginy grins as she twists and works herself out of leather pants, difficult to get out of easily when you're not scrambling. He looks her over "Cute, Kotik." Then steps in "but I was just going to flip you over." He leaned down, taking a hard nipple in his teeth. His lips sealed around it, tugging as his teeth bit softly into the base. His tongue battered, flicking fast across the tip as his mouth pulled, increasing the suction slowly but steadily. One long fingered hand slid down to find the heat of her core, his palm pressing against her lips, grinding in a slow circle, rubbing them against the button of her clit. He looked up at her, then released her breast and sucked the other into his mouth, rougher with each moment. He grins, biting, tugging with just his teeth for a moment, then releases and recaptures. One finger slides into her, then drags out to circle the button of her clit. Finally he steps back, freeing his sizable cock from the prison of his hose. He grabs her legs, pulling her ass to the edge of the crenellation, then presses her legs together with his cock between "Maybe I just fuck you like this" He teased "Save your precious virtue for your husband."

 

[DramaNerdette]

She hisses, the pleasure and pain of his mouth on her breast mingling into a heat she cannot deny. She slid her fingers into his hair, and let her eyes drift closed as her new lover controlled the pace. Controlled her body. She pulled one knee up, his hand against her wet sex drawing forth a gasp, biting her lip as the chill air cut through her. The chill wind and the passionate flames warring with one another. When Yvginy's finger enters her, she's ready. Eager. She sinks down, just a little, onto his touch. When he steps back, she takes the moment to catch her breath, calm herself. Watch him his lust lidded eyes.

Then his cock comes free. She suspected he was well equipped, but it's nice to have it confirmed, and her blushing smile is honest and pleased. Ziva licks her lips, as he pins her thighs around his cock, and leans forward, taking advantage of her limber frame to kiss him again, tasting his tongue this time as his hot cock, slick with his excitement, brushes her belly. She snorts at the threat they both know is idle. "Oh please. You need to hang out with more girls from the market. I don't have any virtue to offer... but if you want pleasure from me, I'm happy for you to have me." Then she arches an eyebrow, "Besides, what makes you think I ever plan on taking a husband?" She reaches carefully down between them, and slips her fingertips along the end of his cock. Despite her confident words, Yvginy can feel the anxious encitement in her touch.

 

[siobhancan99]

Yvginy laughs "you're the marrying type." He winks at her "good little girl, inheriting the bakery" he pulls back, then sinks his fat cock into her. He moans as he feels the contrast of the icy cold air and her warm body wrapped around him. Grinding, he rubs agaisnt her clit, keeping his cock buried in her a moment. He looms over her then, starting to fuck her with long strokes, sliding nearly out and then back in, keeping the pace steady. He looks down into her eyes "Nice and tight. Like a good girl should be" He smirks at that, but doesn't stop, pressing her down against the stone with one hand, holding her in place even as he takes her. He slides in and out, keeping perfect time, his body moving with metronome precision.

He takes his hand off her chest, then wraps his arms around her legs, holding them up and open as he thrusts, working in deep. He keeps his eyes on hers all the while as he takes his pleasure in her tight young body. "fuck. Should have done this a long time ago kitten." His breath fogs in the chill air, showing the exertion as he keeps sliding in and out of her. His strong arms keeps her legs held, keeps her in the position he wants as he stares down at her lithe little body. "Touch yourself if you want I wont be offended."

 

[DramaNerdette]

Even with all the flirting, touching, stroking, tasting, when Yvginy presses his cock up into her eager folds Zira cries out with a shock of pleasure, fingers gripping the edge of the icy battlements, air howling as he fucks her, long black hair whipping in the wind. "Yes... YES!" A happy cry meets each eager thrust, as she stares up at him, wide eyes locked to his. Her mouth open when the shock of the cold stone hits her back, the undershirt bunched up to her armpits. Ziva tries to move with the man, match his thrusts with her own, but when he shifts his grip to her legs, he controls her completely. "Gods, so good... use me... fill me, please, fuck!"

When he offers to let her touch herself, theres a tremble of fear, being fucked on the edge of a tower, with a long drop into the dark, but passion and need overwhelm good sense, and on hand catches a breast as it rocks in time with the cock sliding in and out. Fingers on her other hand probe the slick gap in her thighs, and her spine arches as her own release begins to rise in her. The pleasure continues, how long she'll never remember, but soon she can feel his breathing grow ragged, cresting along with hers. "Please, oh please... my mouth, finish.... finish in my mouth?" she begs, even as his thrusts grow more frantic.

 

[siobhancan99]

Yvginy grins "better than your tits for sure." he keeps pounding her though, not relenting for a good few moments. His cock continues to slide in and out with that same incredible precision. Finally he pulls from her warmth and lifts her, setting her down to kneel on the stone. Gripping her he guides his cock to her warm willing mouth, pressing the head of it between her lips. He growls down at her "suck yourself off of me" the look in his eyes one of need and animal lust as he prepares to fill her mouth with his release, but wants her to take an active part in drawing it out "go on girl, suck my cock."

 

[DramaNerdette]

She opens her mouth, and feels the weight of him on her tongue, moaning softly as she strokes him into her mouth. She bobs her head, trying to match his percision with her own passion, her free hand down between her thighs, thrusting fingers up inside herself, her palm pressing hard onto her clit. She can taste her own slick excitement on Yvginy's shaft, her tongue gliding beneath the head. She can taste him too, his precum slipping onto the flat of her tongue as she looks up into his eyes, lowers her mouth, sliding her hand from his shaft around to the back of his thigh. She relaxes with a muffled moan as his rigid cock presses against the back of her throat. Then Ziva whimpers, and a shudder hits her, and then another like lightning from her hand up through her to his cock, and she feels her pussy starting to tighten around her fingers as she cums, frantically sucking on his head, desperate to taste his release...

 

[siobhancan99]

Yvginy pushed into her mouth, and his thick warm cum filled it as jet after jet erupted from his balls and into her. He moaned, keeping a hand on her head, preventing her from pulling back as he spilled into her, cock twitching in her mouth in response to her warmth and the gentle suction. He pulls out, playfully tapping her face with his cock "I mean, I can't say you wouldn't look better covered in it" he winked down at her "but that was nice" He offered her a hand up "There's a second bed if you don't want to walk home in the dark, or I can lend you a gold to catch a carriage... though at this time of night..." He tucked himself away after she stood, then went about collecting her scattered clothes so she could get back into them. "the tower is warm though. Magically sealed against drafts."

 

[DramaNerdette]

Ziva shivered for a moment in the afterglow before she pulled her pants back on, hopping a little to get them all the way up. She grinned shakily, and brushed a wayward drop of his cum from her chin, and licked her lips, tasting it again. Then she looked up at Yvginy, an stroked his cheek with a hand, before pullling him gently down, and kissing his cheek. "It's sweet of you to offer, but we're not that far from my neighborhood, and I'd kinda like to stretch my legs. Knees are a little chilly and all that." She bit down on a giggle, and pulled her hair back, before shrugging into her leather armor and fastening the straps. Then she took a breath. "Keep me in mind for future jobs and baked goods though, right?" Then she did giggle, and gave Yvginy a quick hug before she slipped down the stairs and out into the dark street.

True to his word, the wind did bite, and Zeva had to wrap her cloak tight. But she'd grown up on these streets, and it wasnt her first winter night in the dark alleys. She slipped from shadow to shadow, perhaps with more skip in her step than usual, but no less stealthy for that. There were still a scant few hours before her father would rise and begin baking for her to catch some rest. She got changed on the roof, then went downstairs to the small apartment she shared with her father, and slipped into her bed, luxuriating in the warmth of the covers, and was soon asleep.

 

[siobhancan99]

Work did indeed come early for the baker's daughter. The height of the Stulkin Vid mountains meant that the morning sun didn't shine quite so brightly in the basin, but was a more suffuse pushback on the dark. Ziva and her father worked the earliest hours by candle light, which was expensive but a necessary extravagance. In order for the bakery to be ready for the orders from inns and taverns and supervisors on their way to work the bread had to be made in the dark. Still, the morning was made lighter by her encounter on the tower roof and the sense of having more money than she reasonably knew what to do with... or would if her father wasn't in such mind boggling debt. Still, she could either pay off many of his creditors or hire an assistant with it. Maybe another job would come along with such riches.

After along busy morning, when she took a moment to really feel the deep weariness from having been out all night and worked from before dawn to noon, the familiar face of Jens-Dieter arrived. "I brought your tip from last night, delivery girl. I am sorry that I didn't pay you when you arrived." He was clumsy but at least trying to be circumspect. he handed her a tube with her letter of credit in it, and when she shook it she could hear a few coins for effect. "Anyway..." He looked like he wanted to ask her something but her father was around "If you could put together some Krofne I'll be back towards the end of the day."

 

[DramaNerdette]

Definately an assistant. Collapsing from overwork would not be made any better if Father was out of debt when he did it. The last job was dangerous, sure, but it was also done well. More work would come. A small smile danced on Ziva's lips as her mind went back to the excitement of the night before, and she couldn't decide if she liked the danger of the job or the carnal release more. She shook her head, bringing her thoughts back to her plans for the money. There was a lovely young man, eleven or twelve years old, who worked deliveries for a spice supplier in town. He had come by twice hoping to find more stable employment.

She was considering how to push her father towards offering a position along with a warm spot on the floor in the back for him to sleep on, when Jens-Dieter arrived, interrupting her sleepy introspection. She brushed loose flour from her hands and turned to listen to his new order. Her brows furrowed with tired concern. "Of course. For another delivery? Just for you, or for others as well?" She glanced at the hourglass. The timer showed that her father would be in the back of the shop for another ten minutes, working on steamed buns. In a lower voice, she asked, "Everything went ok, right? I could have sworn everything was fine when I left, and I'm too tired to put up with something going wrong."

She took the tube from the war priest, and slipped it under the counter, tucking the letter back behind the drawer of scrap recipts that the servants of wealthy patrons sometimes insisted on having written up. The coins went directly into her pocket. Then she stood up, and leaned on the counter, peering into Jens-Deiter's face. "And a Herovke for now, I think. You look as tired as I feel, and I'm not taking a no." She wrapped up one of the treats, and slid it over. "They go well with coffee." She said, as she passed a cup to the man, and then reached for the pot that she and her father kept slowly brewing to add a little focus to their morning work.

 

[siobhancan99]

Jens-Dieter takes the pastry "Not going to say no." He eats it and looks at her, face a little serious "you seemed to have misgivings yesterday. You seemed to be a little off about turning the man over." He waited for her to pour the coffee then sipped at it. He leaned his bulky frame against the counter, speaking quietly "So. If you need more work to take your mind off it, you can come find me tonight and we can find you something. Less lucrative than last night. Those sorts of scores aren't an every day thing." He shrugged and bit into his pastry "or, if you are thinking you want to follow up with the too pretty Keshvian and save him and make him so he's not a bad boy and he loves you and only you" He grinned at that "Like a woman..."

Jens-Dieter was surprisingly agile for a man of his bulk, moving out of the range of any swats "I kid, I kid." He took another big bite of the pastry "I can arrange for you to either get in to see him or to talk to Kemal. So you think about what it is you want to do and you get back to me." He looked down at the pastry "this is really good. Shame you aren't faster here or your business would really thrive." He knew though, what it would cost to fix her father's leg. It would have to be amputated and regrown at this point. It was a feat beyond his skills and the "donation" required at the temples to perform such miracles was staggering.

 

[DramaNerdette]

Ziva rolled her eyes and brushed back a lock of hair that had come loose from it's braid. "A lot of businesses around here would really thrive if they were just a little faster, or could get a little better meat, or had one or two more rooms to let. The people he mentioned? The guild masters and grain lordlings that control the price of goods throughout this city? They're usually the ones that scrape neighborhoods like this so close to the bone that no one ever really gets their feet under them. The thing he didn't bring up is that he's just like them. Just because THEY are assholes, doesn't mean he ISN'T one." She shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "Look, maybe he is innocent of the murder and we just threw him to the hangman. I'm perfectly capable of keeping an ear to the ground in case rumors get around, and I will do so. But I've got enough problems caused by guys like him as it is."

She reached out and plucked the coffee from his hand a took a sip for herself before returning it. "Fortunately, pretty faces like his really aren't my type. Um. Usually. Ignoring-decisions-from-last-night-ANYWAY. My point is that I think I'm a little too practical to ignore paying work in the favor of theoretical money at a future theoretical point from a theoretically innocent man. I'll just... focus on the good I can do in front of me." Ziva tossed half a dozen spares pastries into a paper bag and slid them across the counter. "For the kids. I'll see you tonight."

Only a minute or so after Jens-Dieter was gone, her father came to the front of the shop. He wore a worried scowl, the sort that said he knew questions wouldn't be appreciated, but there was nothing that could stop him from worrying about his daughter. Zeva turned and hugged her old man, burying her face in his shoulder. "It'll be ok Tata. I'll be ok. I won't... I know you worry. And I won't lie, not everything my other job asks of me is safe. But I think it's important. I think we need it. Ok?" She stepped back, and leaned under the counter, retrieving the bank note. "I don't usually tell you about these things, but I made a lot last night. I helped find a man accused of murder, who had run from the courts. It's enough that we can hire someone to help here. Someone you can train. I was thinking that boy Tevis who runs messages for the spice merchant down near the oil market, and I'll keep working too during the day so we can catch up and..." Her voice trailed off, not quite able to bring herself to look at her father, worried he would be shamed by her other work, but knowing he needed help to keep the bakery running. She also knew he'd need someone to pass his skills on to one day, because Zeva learned something important the night before. Somewhere between taking down an alleged murderer and being taken by a handsome wizard, Ziva Nowak realized she was not destined for the bakery.

 

[siobhancan99]

Ziva's father seems unperturbed about her night time excursion. He'd made peace with the fact she was doing something to keep the bakery afloat. He seemed quite affronted by the suggestion of a helper. "Ziva! So I teach my family's secret, my recipe, where I get my flour, where the yeast comes from. I share this with a stranger? Then what? they take it and they open their own shop! Then we live in the street like dogs. No. No No no. A thousand times no. You want Tevis to learn the business? you marry him so he has to take care of you and then I give the two of you the business."

Milan stormed into the back and got out the "medicinal" brandy with which he self treated the pain in his leg. This too was some of the cause of his slowness, though he didn't over indulge. He poured a hefty draught of it and drained it. He leaned against the counter and sighed, looking over at his daughter "Ziva. My Ziva. this business... should have attracted a nice young man who would marry and make you an honest woman. You'd own the business and he'd work here. That was your mother's dream and mine after..." after they hadn't had a son, which as much as he never said it was Milan's great disappointment in life. "I wanted so much for you. To marry a nice boy. To move into the rise. This... I didn't want you to have to... galavant all about the town with foreigners. You shouldn't have to. This wasn't..." He poured himself another drink "I'll think about it." Which was usually Milan's way of saying no, but occasionally he did surprise her.

 

[DramaNerdette]

Ziva laughs in exasperation. "Tata. I love you. Tevis is ten years old and an orphan. I'm not marrying a ten year old. Even if I did, how would he open his own shop? We need someone who can replace you knee, not your brain. Your brain works fine. Present argument excepted." She took his hands, and squeezed them gently. "I know you want me to... I know what you want of me. What you want FOR me. And... perhaps one day I will want it to. But not yet. And in the meantime, you should not punish yourself because some idiot dragoon didn't know how to sit his saddle properly during a riot. Even so, despite all this, I am HAPPY. Happy to wake up and tend the bread with my father, and yes, happy that I get to galavant all about the town with foreigners." She smiled her little smile. "Besides, ours is not the only shop in the neighborhood with needs. Perhaps I can make eyes with that nice tall boy who apprentices with the book binder, what is his name, Mikolaj?" she teased. Her father detested Mikolaj's father, and by extension that whole corner of the neighborhood. Frankly, Ziva didn't think much better of him. He'd gotten handsy at a dance the winter before, till she stomped on his foot nearly hard enough to break it, then tripped him over into a horse trough. Ziva spun on her heels humming a tuneless little song, and went back to work.

The song still carried in her mind that evening when she climbed back up to her rooftop shelter and got changed, fortified against both the chill and the short sleep by half a pot of coffee that had spent most of the day simmering on the coals. The sun was finally setting when she knocked on the shutter at the Harbor house. "Yoohoo! Delivery for mister Volkish Sweet Tooth?" She gave the bag carrying his order a little rattle, and waited for the window to open.

 

[siobhancan99]

The door opened and it was just Jens-Dieter in the house this time, no crew. He poured her a coffee and took one of the sweets. Sitting, he leaned back against the wall and regarded her for a long moment "Something came my way that's not really in my skill set but I said I'd refer the job out. I don't want the client to meet you, because I don't trust them. Still... their gold is gold. They pay me I pay you." He wrapped his hand around his pewter mug of coffee and sipped it again, "It's a second story job. you can do it tonight or tomorrow during the day but its time sensitive. There's a house in the rise, East side so you're already on the right side" The western rise was a few miles across the small valley and involved navigating the maze of switchbacks to get up and down. "A street or two , towards the heights but not the heights. Where the houses start to not be on top of each other. Rich but not too rich. You go in, you take one and only one thing. You're not to help yourself to anything but what the client asked you for. You up for it? Pay's 50 gold. Not bad for a night's work"

 

[DramaNerdette]

"I'm up for it. I'd like to know why the client can't be trusted though." Ziva curled up into a chair, watching Jens-Dieter, concerned. "Should I be worried about you? And why are you worried about me?" Ziva wasn't normally above second story work. The only people with second stories worth working were people with more money than good sense to begin with. She saw that kind of thing as... proactive charitable redistribution. Surely being such giving citizens of wealth as they were, the targets of these nighttime forays would have gotten around to donating their spare wealth at some point even without her assistance. She was merely saving them the effort. Perhaps afterwards she could figure out where Yvginy had gotten off to... wait, ugh, no. She might have enjoyed the previous evening's end. Hells, she most certainly DID enjoy it, thoroughly, but she had not been lying to Jens-Dieter when she said he wasn't her type. Too much... cynicism, perhaps. Fun to play with on occasion, but neither of them would end up happy if they allowed themselves to pretend it could be more, and she'd be cruelly unfair to act like it. She shook the thought free from her head, as well as the brief but vivid follow up of a certain Valkyrie. Since when were women ever my thing, she thought, before turning her mind back to business.

"Do I have to worry about guards or anything? Finally, why the time crunch?" She hugged her knees to her chest as she started thinking through the area, and how she would most easily manage her way around there unseen.

 

[siobhancan99]

Jens-Dieter rolls his massive shoulders and leans forward, looking Ziva in the eye "the client has a lot of money. People with a lot of money are dangerous. The client also has political power. Not the kind of power that comes from money but honest to god feudal power. They want you to take one, and only one thing. That means that thing is important to them. You don't meet the client because if they decide they don't want anyone to know about the one thing then they can't eliminate you. Also they can't eliminate me. I don't think they would, to be honest. but that doesn't mean I'm not above protecting myself or you. I have kids and you have your father to worry about. Easy money is easy money but stupid risks are how people end up in the gutter." He shrugged "chances are I'm worried about nothing, but when there's safe simple and effective countermeasures to trouble and you don't take them, that is on you."

He finished his sweet "The time crunch is because the client is demanding it. I'm not sure why but I can guess. What you're looking for is a small lacquered black box, about so big" he makes a shape with his hands "it has a simple lock on it. pop it open, there should be some letters and a lock of hair in it. bring it ALL back with you. take nothing else. harm no one in the house."

 

[DramaNerdette]

"Ooooh. Oh. Yeah. The lock of hair kinda clears everything up." Ziva sighs, shaking her head. "Stupid rich people. Well, I guess falling in love with someone they shouldn't is always going to be something they have with stupid poor people. "I'll go get the box and it's contents tonight. People never hide that stuff very well. They always want to... look at it, I guess. I'll meet you back here in a few hours." Ziva got the location of the house, and then slipped back out into the night.

It wasn't a long stroll, or a bad one. The weather was still as chilly as the night before, but at least the sky was still holding off on rain. Ziva didn't know a lot of other thieves in the city, but not a single one she did know was willing to work when it was sleeting out. Twenty minutes later she was in front of the house, looking up at it in exhasperation. It was a sign of wealth in the city if you could have your own standalone building, not tucked up next to another home on the rise, but it sure made all of her jobs less simple. The few times she'd had in the rise, she'd just stepped from one rooftop to the next till she made it to her target. No such luck here in the heights. She circled the building three times, noting entrences, exits, and occupants, before crawling up onto an empty nearby balcony with a view of both the front and side doors. There she waited, munching on some buttered bread, patiently offering any sneaky guards the chance to reveal themselves before she broke into the place.

 

[siobhancan99]

There were no guards, just a nice house in an upper middle class neighborhood. There were windows, but only one door. The back of the house was build into the mountainside, but there were two windows on each of the other faces. The house next door was close enough on one side she could brace against it while climbing up if need be, and as it turned out she did. She easily popped the latch on a side window and slipped into the darkened upstairs. She came into a sewing room of some sort, with all manner of cloth and needle and thread here and there. half made dresses lay carefully here and there, and as she checked the fabric of them was exquisite. The lady of the house was a seamstress, if not by trade than by hobby. That much was for sure. She listened a bit, then hearing no motion in the house moved into the hall. It was dark, but that was to be expected. There were stairs down, and another door across. Checking the door she found it was locked. A few minutes of careful work with a set of picks and she was through the door. There in a shaft of moonlight lay a middle aged woman, early 40s maybe. She was a traditional Gradzlatan beauty. Buxom, nearly raven haired with high cheek bones. It was hard to tell much else about her in the silvery light.

At this distance, Ziva could make out a number of boxes under the bed. An unfortunately large number of boxes...

 

[DramaNerdette]

There was a solid five to seven seconds of nothing but curse words echoing in her brain, before Ziva got to work. She had dimensions, and she had the color black. Thankfully, the giant pile of boxes weren't uniform. If they had been this would have been an instant wash, but in the dark, olive and blue and purple and black might as well have been the same color. And the size difference was... negligible. Ziva glanced at the woman on the bed, and her eyes lingered for a moment, before she shook her head and looked away. The job was impossible. Literally actually impossible. Except... maybe not. There were only two people in the city who'd be able to tell her which box was the actual right box. One of them was a dangerous mystery person of political power... but the other was snoring daintily a few inches away.

"Fuuuuck this is a terrible idea." She whispered to herself, before pulling her shawl across her mouth, and using a pinch of squid ink that she and her father mostly saved for pastry decorations to blacken any exposed skin. In a shadow, nothing would be visible about her at all except for her eyes. Then she selected a box almost at random, picked the lock, and scanned the letters for a name, and relocked it. Finally, she moved so the moonbeam would be at her back. Hopefully sleeping beauty would see she was a girl and be... slightly less terrified of the midnight shadow visitor? "Fuck fuck fuck. Ok. If she screams, I run."

Ziva reached out gently, meaning to take a shoulder. She ended up caressing the woman's cheek, gently. "Hey. Ma'am? I need your help, can you wake up for a minute?" She really was beautiful. She had the kind of body Ziva had envied as a teen, filled out where she was lean. No wonder it seemed like half the city had fallen in love with the woman. "Excuse me? I'm really REALLY sorry about all this, but... I think we need to talk."