((A huge thank you to Cris's player for this amazing scene!))
The journey from apartment to restaurant was hardly long enough to require a vehicle, but the second one he was to make afterward likely was. He didn't know where Alex meant to lead him, and from what he was understanding, a Jaeger was a large machine. In the year that he'd lived in town, he hadn't seen anything he presumed would be large enough.
He leaned into the right turn that would take him in view of the restaurant. Setting sunlight slid over chrome as the bike hugged the curve. He felt the jar of every uneven cobblestone in his wrists. Coasting to a stop outside Shin's, he revved the engine three times as much as would usually be considered obnoxious to announce his presence. Helmet pulled from his head, he shoved a scarred hand through his hair to wake it up.
She had been outside enjoying a smoke -- big surprise. The owners of Shin?s didn?t mind her loitering outside so long as she stayed away from the main door, so a patch of wall farther off to the side had been staked as an outpost, the cigarette her only companion, sending thick coils of smoke for the sky. The motorcycle and its rider had gained her attention long before logic deduced that it was Cris. When it had, a slow smile curved her lips.
Pushing herself away from the wall and lowering the butt, tapping off its ash before dropping it entirely, crushing it beneath the pressed weight of a boot, she was on her way over to him. ?So, you?re ready to do this?? she asked, tilting her head exceedingly to one side, admiring the bike. She had seen it before, but that didn?t mean she didn?t like seeing it again. Her hair fell, in one slow, single spill, down over that shoulder. She looked better than usual, at least in the lack of physical wear.
His boot made the perfect kickstand. He kept the bike balanced with ease bordering on nonchalance, strength in his legs hiding in spare muscle under gear and knives.
These were the rare times, where he could put together a proper image of her features without the garish additions of scab and bruising. She approached, he offered the helmet. ?You ask as if I shouldn?t be. Are there things I must expect??
"I've still got an in with some of the tech crew." She wasn't required to look at him right away, so she didn't. "I'm told everyone's off for the day, out enjoying the city. But just as a warning, I don't know how things will go down if we're found there." Righting her head, and replacing the turbulent blonde to behind her back and against a cheek, she finally looked to his face first, then the helmet. A cockeyed grin, then a small shake of her head.
Instead, a hand found his shoulder, a boot locked on a rear passenger peg. "I know I've been asking for a lot of these, but promise me something?" She didn't mount just yet, waiting for the readable reassurance of his posture that he would accept her up behind him.
?Tell me about this place.? He took the helmet back. If she was not going to wear it, he felt like he had to only because he?d brought the damnable thing along.
Her hand was warm where she rested it. The weight was nice and he half turned his head to look. He wasn?t sure how she thought they were both going to make it there if she didn?t take a seat. ?Honestly, you?ve asked for very little. What am I to promise you??
He had thought that she would wear the helmet? Cute. It was nice to know that she could still surprise him, that he didn't know every move. "It's just a warehouse, modeled after those we have back home. Big, spacious, high ceilings. Lots of tech. There's training areas, and living quarters where the staff and pilots can stay." Except for her.
Steadied by the hand on his shoulder, and precise knowledge of her own weight and balance, it was a fluid effort that brought her other leg up and over the back of the bike. Her thighs ran against his as they spread to straddle him, a rock of her pelvis as she settled onto the seat. The one hand moved from shoulder to waist while the other already waited there. Instinctive, natural. A smile found her mouth as he spoke of promises, and she brought it close to his turned ear by placing her chin upon a leather shoulder. "Go fast," a dangerous whisper.
Gaze narrowed at nothing at all, the slant of light hitting his eyes turned them gold within their dark border of lashes. Raven's wings, impossibly long, and an irritation to only him. "And what of these people that may or may not have the day off? What of you, have you the ability to see through a glamour, or has that ship sailed since you and I've Drifted?"
Instead, she answered him with a whispered request, and the juvenile excitement he was more than likely imagining broke through the pensive frown on his mouth. That close, his grin forced fine lines at the corners of his eyes. A flash of white teeth was her gift when he turned his head. Helmet tucked between his legs, he turned the bike and when they shot forward, he felt the corner of Shin's building scrape past them at too close a distance. She would have to hold on or risk being left behind.
Questions, questions. Too many questions. She had some of her own, meant to clarify his, but he left her little time nor desire to ask them. They would confront it all soon enough. The fine detail of age to his face, still young but pulling him from the trap of inexperienced youth, was something she observed, stared at. The quick hello of teeth stole her focus before long. It gave reason to show her own.
He was easy to hold onto. As if she had done so dozens of times before, her arms snaked around his middle, latching tight her front to his back. No hesitation, no shyness. The initial blast of air stung her eyes, but she grinned into it, challenged it. A finger peeled away just long enough to point him toward the right before palms flattened back against his stomach.
In truth, he was expecting her to shout. Turn left, turn right. His magical third hand, however, showed him the way. Wind stole its way up the sleeves of his coat, cut through the thin cotton of his shirt. Beneath her hands, every muscle was tight; to keep some semblance of warmth over the need to lean into any turns.
He was not the most daring drive, but he was a confident one. They weaved between pedestrians and vehicles alike, leaving behind an angry chugging echo, smoke, and a few dirty looks as they went.
She never did like to be predictable. Motioning a few more turns, she took him through the most direct route. Like her own personal warehouse, the Eden bunker was situated far off on the outskirts of any highly populated areas, although still considered a part of the docks. Tall and long, they needed to be located near the water; the Rifts were always opened under the seas.
She had asked, he delivered. If there wasn't a real risk of falling right off the back of the bike, or toppling on a turn, she'd let him go, spread wide her arms. Maybe on a different ride. So it was safety as well as girlish want that kept her arms banded around him. On a particularly long stretch, her mouth found the back of his shoulder. It hid her soft grin well enough, although she truly didn't care whether or not he saw it. She always liked kept promises.
The journey from apartment to restaurant was hardly long enough to require a vehicle, but the second one he was to make afterward likely was. He didn't know where Alex meant to lead him, and from what he was understanding, a Jaeger was a large machine. In the year that he'd lived in town, he hadn't seen anything he presumed would be large enough.
He leaned into the right turn that would take him in view of the restaurant. Setting sunlight slid over chrome as the bike hugged the curve. He felt the jar of every uneven cobblestone in his wrists. Coasting to a stop outside Shin's, he revved the engine three times as much as would usually be considered obnoxious to announce his presence. Helmet pulled from his head, he shoved a scarred hand through his hair to wake it up.
She had been outside enjoying a smoke -- big surprise. The owners of Shin?s didn?t mind her loitering outside so long as she stayed away from the main door, so a patch of wall farther off to the side had been staked as an outpost, the cigarette her only companion, sending thick coils of smoke for the sky. The motorcycle and its rider had gained her attention long before logic deduced that it was Cris. When it had, a slow smile curved her lips.
Pushing herself away from the wall and lowering the butt, tapping off its ash before dropping it entirely, crushing it beneath the pressed weight of a boot, she was on her way over to him. ?So, you?re ready to do this?? she asked, tilting her head exceedingly to one side, admiring the bike. She had seen it before, but that didn?t mean she didn?t like seeing it again. Her hair fell, in one slow, single spill, down over that shoulder. She looked better than usual, at least in the lack of physical wear.
His boot made the perfect kickstand. He kept the bike balanced with ease bordering on nonchalance, strength in his legs hiding in spare muscle under gear and knives.
These were the rare times, where he could put together a proper image of her features without the garish additions of scab and bruising. She approached, he offered the helmet. ?You ask as if I shouldn?t be. Are there things I must expect??
"I've still got an in with some of the tech crew." She wasn't required to look at him right away, so she didn't. "I'm told everyone's off for the day, out enjoying the city. But just as a warning, I don't know how things will go down if we're found there." Righting her head, and replacing the turbulent blonde to behind her back and against a cheek, she finally looked to his face first, then the helmet. A cockeyed grin, then a small shake of her head.
Instead, a hand found his shoulder, a boot locked on a rear passenger peg. "I know I've been asking for a lot of these, but promise me something?" She didn't mount just yet, waiting for the readable reassurance of his posture that he would accept her up behind him.
?Tell me about this place.? He took the helmet back. If she was not going to wear it, he felt like he had to only because he?d brought the damnable thing along.
Her hand was warm where she rested it. The weight was nice and he half turned his head to look. He wasn?t sure how she thought they were both going to make it there if she didn?t take a seat. ?Honestly, you?ve asked for very little. What am I to promise you??
He had thought that she would wear the helmet? Cute. It was nice to know that she could still surprise him, that he didn't know every move. "It's just a warehouse, modeled after those we have back home. Big, spacious, high ceilings. Lots of tech. There's training areas, and living quarters where the staff and pilots can stay." Except for her.
Steadied by the hand on his shoulder, and precise knowledge of her own weight and balance, it was a fluid effort that brought her other leg up and over the back of the bike. Her thighs ran against his as they spread to straddle him, a rock of her pelvis as she settled onto the seat. The one hand moved from shoulder to waist while the other already waited there. Instinctive, natural. A smile found her mouth as he spoke of promises, and she brought it close to his turned ear by placing her chin upon a leather shoulder. "Go fast," a dangerous whisper.
Gaze narrowed at nothing at all, the slant of light hitting his eyes turned them gold within their dark border of lashes. Raven's wings, impossibly long, and an irritation to only him. "And what of these people that may or may not have the day off? What of you, have you the ability to see through a glamour, or has that ship sailed since you and I've Drifted?"
Instead, she answered him with a whispered request, and the juvenile excitement he was more than likely imagining broke through the pensive frown on his mouth. That close, his grin forced fine lines at the corners of his eyes. A flash of white teeth was her gift when he turned his head. Helmet tucked between his legs, he turned the bike and when they shot forward, he felt the corner of Shin's building scrape past them at too close a distance. She would have to hold on or risk being left behind.
Questions, questions. Too many questions. She had some of her own, meant to clarify his, but he left her little time nor desire to ask them. They would confront it all soon enough. The fine detail of age to his face, still young but pulling him from the trap of inexperienced youth, was something she observed, stared at. The quick hello of teeth stole her focus before long. It gave reason to show her own.
He was easy to hold onto. As if she had done so dozens of times before, her arms snaked around his middle, latching tight her front to his back. No hesitation, no shyness. The initial blast of air stung her eyes, but she grinned into it, challenged it. A finger peeled away just long enough to point him toward the right before palms flattened back against his stomach.
In truth, he was expecting her to shout. Turn left, turn right. His magical third hand, however, showed him the way. Wind stole its way up the sleeves of his coat, cut through the thin cotton of his shirt. Beneath her hands, every muscle was tight; to keep some semblance of warmth over the need to lean into any turns.
He was not the most daring drive, but he was a confident one. They weaved between pedestrians and vehicles alike, leaving behind an angry chugging echo, smoke, and a few dirty looks as they went.
She never did like to be predictable. Motioning a few more turns, she took him through the most direct route. Like her own personal warehouse, the Eden bunker was situated far off on the outskirts of any highly populated areas, although still considered a part of the docks. Tall and long, they needed to be located near the water; the Rifts were always opened under the seas.
She had asked, he delivered. If there wasn't a real risk of falling right off the back of the bike, or toppling on a turn, she'd let him go, spread wide her arms. Maybe on a different ride. So it was safety as well as girlish want that kept her arms banded around him. On a particularly long stretch, her mouth found the back of his shoulder. It hid her soft grin well enough, although she truly didn't care whether or not he saw it. She always liked kept promises.