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Aug 10, 2008 23:10:26 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 23:10:26 GMT -5
It wasn't her hair that was going to prevent her wearing that helmet. It was recent events that lead her to believe that adding that much extra weight and fast speeds did not agree with a severed neck. She huffed and her hair fell flat, revealing that nothing (not pins, clips, or elastics) had been holding it in place except her own will. Marie had liked her updo but how unhealthy would it look if she were on a motorcycle and her hair wasn't blowing free, but staying completely motionless?
Besides, that was supposed to be part of the joy, or so she'd heard. She approached the bike and tried to figure out at what angle she could get on with her above-the-knee dress and not rip anything. Thanks to vigorous training on how to move with the most cumbersome wardrobe imaginable, Marie pulled it off with grace although she was glad his eyes would be (hopefully) trained forwards. Once sitting she clutched the sides of the seats to keep herself on.
He wouldn't go too fast, right? "Alright." She muttered. "I'm on ze damned zing."
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Aug 10, 2008 23:21:55 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 23:21:55 GMT -5
He chuckled. She acted like he'd sentenced her to the guillotine. He lifted one foot and jumped hard on the clutch. The bike roared to life and he revved the ignition once--- just to make sure.
He glanced over his shoulder at her, particularly down at her hands, clutched onto the sides of the seats. He smirked and reached back, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms snugly around his middle. He patted her forearm and then nudged the bike forward, slowly at first, but once they were out of the trees, they shot out of the glades, sand spewing behind them.
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Aug 10, 2008 23:44:25 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 10, 2008 23:44:25 GMT -5
Marie frowned, but didn't have much time to protest as soon she was clutching even tighter because Mon Dieux at this rate they were going to take off. But when she opened her mouth to complain she shocked herself. Because instead of begging him to slow down she propped her chin on his shoulder.
"Faster."
...What? But if she thought about it (her brain was having a hard time keeping up with the bike) she was really enjoying the swoop in her stomach and the way her hair was whipping around.
"Vassi, Alexendair! Plus vite!"
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Aug 10, 2008 23:56:10 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 10, 2008 23:56:10 GMT -5
He didn't really understand the last bit in French, but he definitely got the faster part. They sped through out of the Mediation glades, hitting a patch of rural landscape that he navigated easily. They hit Dreamland and slowed down only a few notches, earning themselves a few good shouts and gestured insults. The motorcycle purred and vibrated beneath them like an animal. Orgasmic, still. Who needed a girlfriend?
They hit the outskirts of town and finally slowed down. His hair was, of course, straight up. "More?" he asked.
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Aug 11, 2008 0:06:54 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 11, 2008 0:06:54 GMT -5
Her's looked like it had been blown dry by an industrial fan, but she didn't seem to care, she pulled her hands away for a moment to clap them together in excitement. "Oui!" And then translated for him. "Yes! Eet's amazing." She was smiling fiercely, without her concentration on her appearance, the make up had left her face (also a construction of her will).
It was the fastest she'd ever gone (even galloping on a horse) and she was getting one of these as soon as possible. Marie settled herself, wrapping her arms around him again. "More."
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Aug 11, 2008 0:19:23 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 0:19:23 GMT -5
He beamed. But of course she loved it. Who wouldn't? (Nelliecough)
One side of his mouth hitched up in an lazy grin. "You look good with your hair down," he told her over the roar of the engine revving again, and they shot off like a rocket once more.
They sped around the Isle of Morpheus, pulling donuts in the Endless Wastes, zipping through the crowded streets of Chimera, and riding along the beach front of the Ocean of Tears, getting both of their legs wet. Over an hour they rode, until finally, his gas guage began to dwindle.
He pulled to a stop in front of her house in Chimera (he remembered where it was), and popped the kickstand. He crawled off without a word, legs a bit shaky, and grinned.
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Aug 11, 2008 0:53:42 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 11, 2008 0:53:42 GMT -5
Her stomach was in her throat, her spleen somewhere in her left leg and her heart in her head, but it somehow felt good. She stumbled off the motorcycle, dance training dissapeared after the vigorous ride. If his legs were shaky, Marie's were jelly.
She braced herself on her knees, but it didn't really work, she sort of hobbled to the stairs leading to her door and sat on the first one. "Sacré bleu." She breathed, still smiling a little bit manically. "We 'ave to do zat again. Sometime. Not now." As much as she had loved that, more would probably knock her head clean off her shoulders.
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Aug 11, 2008 1:05:59 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 1:05:59 GMT -5
"Mmm..." He sat next to her, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles. He debated buying her a motorcycle of her own, he could certainly afford it, but buying a girl a brand new vehicle wasn't exactly subtle.
"Later. Definitely." He glowed, his skin almost emitting an orange, flame-like tint. He glanced sideways at her. She really pulled off the fresh, windblown look.
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Aug 11, 2008 1:22:18 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 11, 2008 1:22:18 GMT -5
Marie was so removed from her usual self that she wouldn't fret about the road dirt on her dress until the next day. Nor would any style or make up return to her for a while yet. Once her limbs solidified, she felt as though she could run a marathon, she was so full of adrenaline and energy.
The source of the glow tickling the corner of her eye turned out to be him. She laughed and pushed his shoulder gently, in a friendly gesture. "You look like a fire fly." She told him. "Do you glow when you are 'appy or somezing?"
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Aug 11, 2008 1:26:39 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 1:26:39 GMT -5
Both brows arched. "Do I?" He held up a hand, examining. "Not happy, necessarily. Just... exhilirated," he breathed, and his eyes flickered as if to accent the statement.
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Aug 11, 2008 1:32:56 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 11, 2008 1:32:56 GMT -5
Marie nodded in agreement. "Exhilarated iz a good word." Although her accent butchered 'exhilarated almost past recognition. "Eet's cute." Which was very clearly the nicest thing she'd ever said to him.
"You could be a jacque-o-lantern. When can we do eet again?" She asked, changing subjects completely, but her eyes had drifted back to the bike. Marie didn't want him to back out.
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Aug 11, 2008 1:37:45 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 1:37:45 GMT -5
He snorted. Cute wasn't a term usually used to describe himself. He tossed his head in effort to get some of his crazy hair out of his eyes and winked debonairly at her.
He sighed, gazing longingly at his baby. "Whenever I get the feeling back in my lower regions, babe."
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Aug 11, 2008 1:43:29 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 11, 2008 1:43:29 GMT -5
Marie laughed again. She actually couldn't remember laughing and not being in perfect control of the tone and length. It was surprisingly pleasant. Although the sound surprised her just a little.
"When did you get....her? Where? I want one."
So badly. Not that riding with Alexander hadn't been amazing, but she wanted to drive.
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Aug 11, 2008 1:47:24 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 11, 2008 1:47:24 GMT -5
"My birthday," he replied, lip curling in amusement.
"My aunt. Everyone was annoyed, but she didn't care. She's the best." He tilted his head. "You want one? We can go shopping. After I teach you how to drive, that is."
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Aug 11, 2008 2:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 11, 2008 2:07:49 GMT -5
Marie almost squealed her excitement. "You're going to teach me?" She asked excitedly. "You promise?" She held out her pinky to him. Everyone knew how to pinky swear, right? Besides, Alex wasn't always this nice, so she should get his word while she had the chance.
"Ohohoh, this is great." Marie was beaming all over again and couldn't quite bring herself to care about how she looked for once. "Zank you! For everything." She looped both her arms around him and hugged.
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