You and your colleagues pile into the white van, the driver taking off quickly as loud sirens blare off in the distance.

All present company being trained thieves.

With little space left you had no choice but to sit upon Han’s lap, a sort of rivalry between you two.

Neither of you acknowledged it due to the high speed car chase you were now in, but the tension only piles up.

The driver takes multiple turns and such, trying to lose the pursing police; it’s certainly a bumpy ride.

You can feel Han adjust himself beneath you, but before you can open your mouth to ask what he’s doing you feel his bulge pressing up against your rear.