Mackenzi Rush was sitting under a lamp post. Hell, she had even gotten dressed. No, she wasn't sure why she had gotten all fancied up and everything, but something about waiting outside her home hours past sunset was bit of what they call desperate. A snow white dress was upon her frame and her hair was pinned up into a bun. Silver earrings sparkled in the light and her head lowered a bit to look at her white heels. Her neck was bare as ever, just the way she liked it. A low sigh fell from her lips and her hands moved up to let down her hair.-
The custom Road Glide that pulled up was heard before its headlight cracked an angry beam into the darkness as he cruised over the crest of the hill. The thundering v-twin, which had obviously been reworked from the ground up, was vibrating the ground beneath her as he eased onto the right lever, his left boot clicking down into lower gears as he worked the clutch. Into neutral, both boots dropped slowly to the cobblestoned street as he ground to a halt. The motor was cut and the kickstand was dropped, leaving it parked there as he stood up and swung his right leg up and over. He was eyeing her appreciatively, having never seen her this....way. He stooped over and went about rummaging into one of the hard saddlebags, speaking as he did so." I guess this place is just about as perfect as anywhere else, 'Lil Lady." He knew her name now but it seemed more than fitting for occasion. He approached her, a looming figure standing over her before he dropped down onto the curb beside her, setting down a candle, a bottle of wine and two crystal chalices." A 'lil birdie came and told me where I could find you..." Lighting the candle before he set about to uncorking the bottle of pinot noir he'd brought along. He wasn't the best at apologies, but he certainly did his best.
The sound of the engine, the sight of him rolling up was sort of....encouraging. As the light beamed at her a hand moved to guard her face from the beam. A soft wince came and went. Her eyes turned away for a moment, silver sparkled, then her gaze shifted towards him once more. She settled for a moment to look over his ride before turning blues to follow him and every step he took. Mac pursed her lips while she sat there and drummed her fingers upon the side of the bench she was settled upon. Her heels brushed and clicked against the street while she listened to him speak and she even shook her head. Her head had lowered a bit, blonde free locks bouncing about her shoulders. At the sight of the wine and the candle her gaze lifted on him. For a few several moments blues locked on him, just staring at him in confusion. He was a slaver right' Then why act like this when she was sure she had given him numerous- no...Mac had come to terms to see him as a man, and not by his profession for the sake of civility. Her head shook once more and she spoke." If you had waited a moment longer the birdy could have been wrong." Her gaze finally lowered upon the hands folded on her lap." I was just about to go."
He listened as all the while, she spoke and he filled their chalices just under half-way. He would be lying to himself to say that he felt bad, but her certainly did regret not keeping to the arrangement. A finger reached up and touched her full lips, hushing her before she had a chance to say "go". He smiled slightly, his finger falling to trace her chin and then to slowly trace her jawline before his hand fell to take up her chalice and offer it to her, the dancing flame licking at pupils of her eyes, making them come wickedly alive as he peered into them. His lips parted as if to say something, but they closed again almost immediately, falling into a smirk as he shook his head." Damn..." Was all he could bring himself to say as he leaned in to touch his lips against hers in a playful kiss, speaking against her." You are something else in a dress..."
It took all her will not to lean into his touch. A soft sigh pushed from her lips, her eyes closing just a smidge while she sat there, trying her best to work out what was going through his head. His touch had some sort of an effect on her, because oddly enough she didn't want it to stop. AS he parted his lips, her eyes were settled on the ones burning to life. She swallowed, all the more wondering if she should even be sitting at a dark corner of the marketplace with a man such as him and alone never the less. But then the kiss came. The kiss that nearly made her knees buckle. She let her eyes close to slits for a moment, just to listen to his voice, to let his taste linger upon her own lips. A breath was drawn in deeply, chest heaving slightly as she shifted to look at him. Eyes opening to his once more." This old thing would look good on just about anyone. It's nothing special."
Pulling away from her just enough to take a drink but close enough so that he would still lounge in her infectious scent, he took her hand, setting the chalice into it and then took up his own, touching it to hers the sound of the pairing letting out that distinct ring of crystal." You must have bigger balls than me if you look me in the eyes and lie outright...." A smile then." To fast flyin' birdies. I'm happy you waited, Makenzie. I got some surprises for you tonight..." His eyes narrowed playfully as he then lifted his glass, gaze locked onto hers as he sipped wholeheartedly to his toast.
The chalice was pressed to her lips and a subtle drink was taken. Her eyes continued their gaze into his while glasses paired together in a harmonious tone. She sipped once more at the glass before she settled her gaze back upon him. His words rang in her ear for a moment before she spoke up." Surprises?" Okay, she wouldn't deny it, she liked surprises.
He chuckled at her question, only answering it with a simple wink of confirmation. He sipped again from the blood red wine, barely able to break away from those enchanting eyes of hers. He leaned back into the bench, head cocking back as he beheld the sky above them, the stars weren't so bright here in Rhydin Proper, but the triplet moons of the realm shone through, pouring a haze of light into the warm night. He smiled then, doing the lamp worker's job for him, reaching up to turn the gas off from the lamp much earlier than the old man's nightly route. It was then that the flame of the candle truly danced off of her fair skin. It was tough to keep looking at her without touching her and touch he did, finger gliding down the curve of her knee cap and to the hem of her dress where it would trace a path for his hand to take a soft but firm grip of her inner leg. Another, more healthy drink of his wine." You just need to do one thing for me, Mackenzi..."
As the stars were gazed upon she took a drink to his toast. Fast flying birdies indeed. The glass was set down besides her upon the bench, which was all together, a wise choice. When the light went out, her gaze turned to fix upon him once more. Taking in the details of his frame, the way his skin shimmered in the candle light. She was momentarily captured by this before his hand touched to her knee. She felt her eyes close ever so slowly, she would mask it by turning her gaze down to watch his hand trail along freely and easily. Her breath was drawn in on a baited course. She found herself almost weak in the knees, a good thing she was sitting. At his words her gaze locked back on him." And what?s that?"
He knocked back what remained in his chalice and his smile faded for a moment into a sepulchral sobriety, then he harumphed at his own thoughts and it returned as if it had never left her. His eyes met her, quite seriously at that, before he winked and broke through the ice." Don't be scared, 'Lil Lady." He stood then and left the bottle, the crystal and the burning candle behind him, mounting his motorcycle and starting it up. Both feet were splayed over the cobblestones, holding the bike steady as it rumbled beneath him. He reached a hand with splayed fingertips out to her, motioning with a flick of his stubbled chin to the seat behind him.
The hand was offered while she stood there. Heels scraped the ground as she kicked her feet and shrugged. Brave as ever Mackenzi downed what remained of the crimson wine and rose upwards. Her tall and slendered frame almost seemed smaller in the glow of the twilight. She brushed at her dress, even traced her fingertips along the ridge of the top most part to adjust it. Her feet stepped forwards, his hand was taken, and she gave it a squeeze. Before she stepped forwards she murmured." You wouldn't ever betray me would you?" It was a strong question to ask, but she needed to know that through all of this she would not end up burned beyond repair." I've had enough of betrails."
"Ask yourself the same question, 'Lil Lady." A wink, as if to say 'There's your answer.', taking her hand then and guiding her into her seat. He flicked the throttle and revved the motor up as she settled in." Watch the pipes, they're hot....and hold on tight, Baby Girl." Playfully eyeing her over his shoulder as he waited for her to wrap up.
Mindful of the answer to that, she casted a glance to him before settling behind his frame. She didn't know she would have to prepare for this. She just knew that she could be in possibly the best hands that Rhy'din could have to offer. Arms folded around his torso while she settled in and wrapped herself up. Her eyes looked to his as he eyed her, a sweet innocent kind of smile upon her lips.
With one last rev, he banged the shifter down with his left boot as held the clutch in and then let it out slowly, giving a ton more gas than necessary as they tore off into the night, if she glanced back, she could already see those who were watching from the shadows attack the bottle he'd left behind, fighting amongst themselves for who would sip from it first in the flickering candlelight. It wasn't long at their speed before they were well outside of Rhydin Proper, the air rushing around them warm enough to have one believe that the sun was out if they were to close their eyes, characteristic of a Rhydinian summer. As the roads turned from cobblestoned, to paved his speed picked up, then drastically slowed as the approaching fork yielded two dirt roads. Hard to tell where they were really, only that it was soon enough certain that this "road", was not on the maps all were accustomed to. The lights in the cottages here and there gave way to homesteads long forsaken. They rode on through a town that had been devoid of life for at least a century, making a right here and a left there.
It wasn't certain how long she tried to pay attention to what was happening before her eyes. After many moments of delay to try and keep up with the turns he was making she took her chances to look him over freely. She took in the curves of his back and the shape of his frame. Each moment she had to linger, she had quite the chance to study him. So far he had not lived up to her rather cold expectation. Instead he had gone beyond that and even surprised her for a few lingering moments. She found herself tracing the contours of his frame for a moment before her touch halted, after all, she couldn't become too heavily interested quite yet. Could she" She lifted her gaze upwards in examination of the sky beyond her. Gaze tracing the stars for a long moment then flickering to the layout before her. The quaintness of it all made her turn and wonder at him for the longest of moments. Which in turn meant that she was staring again. The more time she sat there, the more time she stared. He was something else. She knew it, but she couldn't put her finger on it quite yet.
The howling wind was playing its own music for them until just before they turned onto another old, decrepit street he killed the motor and the headlights, leaving only the warm air with its cooling rush against their bodies as they rolled down the street. He glanced behind him, touching a finger to his lips to indicate silence as she would first notice lit windows amongst a brethren of darkness. They approached what seemed to be a saloon, long ravaged by time and disuse, except for the fact that all the windows were lit and there was voices and piano playing a lively tune forgotten generations ago. He had them halted just about 20 paces from the door, dropping the bike onto its kickstand, it was deft standing maneuver but he was able to get himself turned around in the saddle without discomforting her, he leaned back against the gas tank, crossing his arms over his chest with a mischievous look glimmering in the blue moonlight, as this was the only one of three that was not masked by the tree line." Found this place about...well, years ago. When I first got here....Go on...Take a look.?
Silence. The silence made her look at him curiously. She wasn't sure what to do except look towards the saloon with mounting interest. Her frame shifted after his had done the same. She bit her lip, slid a bit to her heels. They were kicked off to maintain the best silence. She wriggled her toes a bit then tipped forwards towards the nearest window. She casted a glance towards him about half way through. She managed to maintain her composure in the moonlight. The look about him made her draw in an anxious breath before she nodded. She stepped back into the persuit of curiousity. Once at the window, her toes rose her figure up and she glanced within. Anxious to see what lingered beyond the glass.
He busied himself with fishing out his cigarettes and lighter, his cigarette well lit by the time she'd made her way to the window. When she peered in, she would see a room lit by table gas lamps and a licking flame in the fireplace surrounded by a serpentine, wood carved mantle. There was no one apparently inside, but the shadows betrayed this reality completely. She could see dancing; the silhouette of the piano player stooped over in his effort and passion for a good time, even a couple kissing one another as if no one else was around. If she happened to turn around, she would see him motioning towards the door encouragingly, standing up off the saddle and dismounting the bike as he put the cigarette to his lip and took in a slow drag his shoulders betrayed his silent chuckle in the moonlight, nostrils flaring as he exhaled, his arm waving her to the entrance straddled by twin, extinguished torches.::
