Chapter 1
Maybe he could’ve used more brain power when choosing his partner in this mission, but really he couldn’t care less when he had quick hands.
“Use your fucking hands! Bloody hell,” Regulus mutters angrily to James.
“I am!” He waves his hands around in a not at all appropriate fashion for stealing.
“You fucking dumbass! Grab. The. Painting,” he hisses back, pointing at the painting on the wall.
“Okay, okay!” James rolls his eyes and grabs it, shoving it under his armpit securely, picking up a random watch off a shelf.
Regulus walks around the room, eyes skimming over objects before motioning for James to go.
“Let’s go,” he nods to the van outside and the bags by their feet.
“I’m not carrying all that!” James protests, picking up two of the four bags.
“Fucking weak,” Regulus mutters, picking the bags up dramatically.
“Oh and that wasn’t you checking out my arms yesterday, right?” James shouts back with an amused smirk at Regulus goes pink.
“I didn’t do that,”
“We both know you want to shag me,”
“Oh you wish, Potter,” Regulus glares at him, shoving him into the van, sitting down in the driver’s seat.
“Oh no fucking way are you driving this van, get out,”
“What! I can drive!”
“Yeah, sure, now get out,” James gets out, going round to the driver’s seat and opening the door, waiting for Regulus with an expectant raised eyebrow.
He does.
Eventually.
“Fucking wanker,” he mutters as James drives them to the Cotswolds.