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With just a nudge of physical contact, Emmett felt the fault in her step as she turned on her heel, stepping backwards so she could just look for another moment longer. There was a twitch in her hands to reach out before she got into the passenger side. It was weird sitting in the passenger seat of her own car, and she realized she never actually let anyone take the wheel of her old Fiat. It put a higher spike in her pulse, but it certainly wasn't bad.
She let out a breathless laugh and drew the belt across her chest, clipping it into place as she stuck an arm out the window. It always took a bit to get used to a new car, but she seemed to know what she was doing from Emmett's perspective. She didn't ask where they were going - that was part of the thrill of riding shotgun. Losing that control she so often liked to grasp onto.
That question brought her gaze back to Deb, teeth sinking down into her lip as she grinned. "I hit one-twenty. Once." It was a practical dare.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
The dare echoed clearly in Emmett's voice. One-twenty. A number most hardly dared to near. But as Deb rounded the bend to her road of choice, that number presently a tasty challenge.
Blue-grey eyes made a quick assessment of the road before them. Through sheer blessed opportunity it was clear. The long backroad shot straight and true down a hill with a gentle incline. It was a favorite of hers. Particularly whenever her sister happened to be in town. "Oh, I think we can test that." Deb finally responded before gunning it down the hill. The wind was howling through her ears and buffeting her hair like a rollercoaster would as the number on the dial went up and up. The sheer force of the speed was trying to push her back in the seat. An answering howl of glee managed its way out of Deb's throat as they practically soared down the road. Hopefully Emmett ready did love going fast- because her bright haired driver was coming close to numbers that shouldn't be seen off a race track.
It was only as they started getting close to the road's curving end that Deb eased off the gas. Even then just barely. The car whipped around the corner and had to veer into the opposite lane just to make it. But once it straightened out and they were off again, Deb was just bursting with laughter. "How fast?" She breathed, changing a glance over at Emmett as their course- still pretty fast - got a little calmer. At least the scenery wasn't a complete blur this time. She'd been too occupied with the adrenaline-filled sensation to really take note, despite what she said earlier.
Windows rolled down going so quickly made the wind howl almost as loud as the girl driving Emmett's car. Her hand curled around the top of the car door, though only to steady herself rather than any sort of fear. She felt the force of speed press her against the seat as they flew down the stretch of road. It was the perfect condition for what she was attempting - and it showed as dark eyes shot down towards the dash. The moment she caught sight of the speedometer she let out another thrilled yell, hair whipping around her face.
This time, she was breathless as they took the turn so beautifully, even if it did hit the other lane a moment. She was pressed against the door, but it didn't matter as she laughed and grinned. When they straightened out she clapped her hands together with another loud laugh before looking over at Deb again. It was almost too good that she hadn't caught the number that Emmett saw.
"Fuck me, you hit one twenty-five!" Even if she was beat in her own car, Emmett couldn't be more happy for the rush of it. "Jesus Christ, you're good!"
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
The laughter only renewed itself once she heard her numbers. One twenty-five. She'd done it. The look on Deb's face was nothing short of victorious. "I try." She responded with a cheeky wink and grin before looking back to the road
The rest of the drive was filled with twists and turns that made up the remainder of the road. These Deb took to with gusto, seeing how fast she could dare to take them. Not nearly as fast as their downhill stunt, but still enough to whip them around quite soundly. The Fiat, to Deb's delight, was wonderful. Although that shouldn't have shocked her. Its owner clearly cared for it as much as Deb did her Beetle. The dedication showed.
Eventually she eased off the road and onto a dirt path she was familiar with. It led up towards a camping ground she often went to. Usually after she was done joy riding the road they'd just been on. Though this time she stopped by its base rather than going all the way up. "This handles like a dream." She finally said, moving the hair out of her face with a chuckle. Then her gaze turned towards Emmett again. The smirk wouldn't stay off her face. Not that she'd try to hide it. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time." Albeit one that they definitely would've gotten tickets for if they'd been caught.
This town had plenty of twists and turns, and it wasn't entirely surprising that Emmett had no idea where she was by the time they pulled into a dirt road. In a different situation, she might have been nervous, but if this girl was going to murder her now, she definitely deserved the kill after a beautiful stunt like that. "Thanks. She's my sweetheart." Her fingertips crazed the line of the window, truly appreciating the machine, but she felt the weight of pretty eyes on her and turned to catch them.
"I'd say you do the same." Her jaw ached, but she couldn't stop her smile. What had been a slow day turned into the most exciting time she's had in a while. Who would have thought a truck ditching the scene of an accident could have caused that? She almost wanted to thank whatever asshole did it.
Emmett pressed down on the buckle of her seatbelt, hauling it off as she leaned across the middle console of the car. "You are amazing," she announced, before trying to catch the other's lips.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It certainly deserved the title after the rough love they'd just given the vehicle. Despite the fact it wasn't hers, she gave the side of the car a fond pat. She could appreciate its speed and fantastic handling for what it was worth.
Once again she found herself laughing. A sound that was becoming so common that day. And to think it had started off on such a sour note only to turn into this. To be honest, Deb had completely forgotten the terrible feeling she had when she'd seen the damage to her own sweetheart. It felt like something so very far away now. All thanks to a very intriguing stranger. "What can I say? I like to impress. When people are crazy enough to let me try, anyways." It came with its own lopsided smile and teasing tone.
She was just starting to unbuckle her own seatbelt when she heard the resounding click of the passenger's side's buckle. The noise turned her head just in time to meet the other woman's approach. Before she knew it a soft weight caught her lips and held them there. For a moment, surprise held her frozen in place. It hadn't been a move she was expecting. At least, not so soon. But she'd be lying if she said she hadn't wondered what those lips would feel like from the moment she'd walked into the garage. "Good" was apparently the answer.
Once that second of frost passed, she moved closer, inviting the kiss to deepen with a hand grasping a strong shoulder. The angle was a little odd initially, but this wasn't the first time. After a while- depending on if the other hadn't pulled away first -Deb would pull back to breath. Blue-grey eyes reopened with a pleased dark light to them. Her whole expression had warmed up once again, just like it had when they'd been having fun with the car. "Not so bad yourself there." She breathed in response, grinning again.
Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through her veins so heavily that she moved so quickly. Though admittedly Emmett wasn't often the most patient of people, she usually had a bit more of a handle on herself - most often than not waiting for someone else to make any sort of move before herself. But there was something about this pretty girl driving her car that was absolutely irresistible. There was a moment where she almost thought she had made the wrong move - where reciprocation didn't come so quickly - but the thought was silenced when it did come. The hand on her shoulder did well to keep the mechanic in place.
Her breath felt heavy again already, and when her dark eyes opened she immediately caught sight of slate ones. The comment made brought an airy laugh escape her lips as she leaned back, though only a fraction.
"I've never seen anyone else drive like that." Emmett denoted, gaze wandering down to the lips she had just pressed her own against, and then up again.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
That was a very nice look on the mechanics's face. It was doing wonders to twist a warm knot low in her system. And the glance towards parted lips did not go unnoticed. It only made her wet them with an anticipatory smile.
Restraint wasn't really her thing. Not when there was something she wanted right before her eyes. Something she was fairly confident was just as open to the ideas playing around in her head. It made her heart pound with the familiar heightened rate it had been at since they started. "Oh?" She toyed with the word, grinning toothily. "I'm gonna take that as high praise from someone who was so easily pulling off a drift not too long ago." Color her likewise impressed. There were only a handful of people Deb could think of willing and able to pull off a stunt like that.
Even less that would sit shotgun while she shredded the speed limit into fine dust.
The knowledge was edging her to close that distance again. Combined with how it had just felt, she was horrifically tempted. Painfully so. Maybe it was the thrill still steadily coursing through her body. Or maybe it was the fact she really was weak in the face of pretty temptation. Either way, her eyes likewise flashed down before she pressed forward this time, testing to see if she could dare to get away with another kiss.
Emmett was proud of her own skills behind a wheel. She could maneuver a car without a breaking a sweat, but that was a rare quality to have. More often than not it got her into trouble or scared people off, yet there was someone in this town that enjoyed the rush all the same, and she was staring at those lips that made her chest tighten. She was like a tease.
Or perhaps not just a tease, because those soft lips pressed against her own again and Emmett gave no time to hesitation. She lifted a hand, fingertips crossing along the length of her jaw before tangling within brightly colored locks just to keep close for as long as her breath could take it. When she drew away, it was only for a moment, because temptation got the better of her as she pressed them against hers once more before opening her eyes again.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
A desire sparked there that only grew when she felt fingers tangle into her hair. Her own hand, which hadn't left the shoulder it found purchase on, slipped upwards towards the back of her head. Emmett wasn't the only one wanting to keep things close for a while.
The second kiss went on until breathing became a slow burning need within her lung. Yet the break between didn't last too long until she was pulled back into a third. This one just as sweet as the previous two. Only now she could feel a fire building up in her. A smoldering sensation she was fairly well acquainted with. It made the presence of the middle console all the more present and all the more annoying. But that was what grounded her as the desire built.
Deb pulled back this time. Breath coming fast as she met the dark gaze. Her own eyes probably gave away just what she was feeling. Just what, or who, she wanted. It took her a moment to gather herself to speak. "We should probably head back..." It was acknowledged with a distinctly rough breath. There at the garage she could at least gather her thoughts before she went jumping the middle console like a hurdle.
Though she was making no moves to shift out of her current position just yet.
Though Emmett loved cars, it was a little uncomfortable working around the middle console. The space left between them was an annoyance, especially when she felt the warm touch of a hand at the back of her head, suggesting she shouldn't pull away. Not that she even considered the idea until a suggestion hit the air. What they should do, and even if they weren't all that far away from her garage, the idea of stopping kissing this girl for long enough to drive back pained her.
"Right." She exhaled heavily the single word. An agreement. Really, it was a good idea, but she couldn't find the strength to move herself back, especially when a hand held her in place. Her fingers brushed through some of her colorful strands of hair, tucking it behind her ear. "We should go." She repeated, but it didn't help her move.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Looks like neither girl wanted to pull away. She really didn't. In fact she was very content doing exactly what they had been doing. But the fact of the matter was that There were a few things obstructing just what Deb really wanted. Though she didn't want to stop, the scenery was working somewhat against her.
Unless she really wanted to see how well she could cram into that tiny space.
Her mind worked as well as it could through its current haze. Eventually it settled on something. With gentle pressure she pulled the girl close for another kiss- brief this time. "Much as I hate the idea of pausing for a little," She admitted with hushed tones, "I can't even lie to myself about being able to fit in that space." Not comfortably at least. However, even with the admittance, a slow smirk grew on her face as she looked her in the eyes again. "But I know I work better with more space. And I know we can drive fast if we want to." There was a sort of promise held somewhere in those words, along with a hint of a challenge.
A brief kiss had Emmett leaning forward, but instead of stealing her lips for something longer, smart words caught her ears. A verbal repose seemed to sooth the mechanic. Her eyes softened despite the way her chest still burned with every breath that dusted her features from close proximity. Because at the very least, it was a sign that she didn't want to stop. Deb was clever, turning a fast drive back to the garage into something of a challenge was plain smart to make Emmett move.
Her hand dropped, fingertips dragging lightly along the line of Deb's neck before falling into her own lap. Her grin returned to her features with ease. "You gonna show me up again?" She asked, eyebrows shooting up with the idea of driving fast again. "Do it."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
At least her idea wasn't getting a pout. When the grin appeared, Deb let out a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding. It soon morphed into a short laugh at Emmett's response. This girl really did like going fast. It was a wonderful change to find. Meant Deb didn't have to hold anything back.
"Don't have to tell me twice." With that she shifted back into place and put the belt back on. However, an idea had popped into her head as she started up the car. Another smirk was sent the blonde's way. "But I dare you to try not holding on to anything on the way back." The challenge issued, she grabbed the clutch once more and took off without any further warning.
Now that there was an actual motive behind the drive, the speed had more meaning. They weren't just going on a joy ride- this was trying to get the express pass back home. Didn't mean she didn't enjoy every second of the return drive. They took to the roads with the same velocity as they had before. Every gust of wind that whipped her hair behind her brought a smile along with it. Even when they returned to the more populated roads she pushed it. Carefully though- didn't want to get caught now of all times.
Eventually the garage came into view. It felt like hours ago since she'd seen it. How long had they even been out? Yet one glance to her companion and- well did it really matter? She had fun. The kind she usually only had with very select people. No wonder her face hurt from smiling.
Deb stopped the car right outside the bay doors. A hand ran through her hair once again to fix it, but she turned her eyes towards the passenger side. "See? Wasn't so bad, was it?" She teased, laughter following the words close behind.
Emmett loved a challenge, and she was just stupid enough to always raise the bar. Her eyes lit up at the idea, and her grin took a mischievous turn. The seatbelt she had halfway pulled across her chest slipped purposefully out of her fingers as she held her palms towards the girl. No hands, no buckle. "Not even you?" She joked with a laugh, but they were already moving.
The thrill intensified as they took corners while Emmett did nothing but press her hands together. Turns made her slide in her seat but it didn't matter, it felt like a new sense of freedom. All to impress a pretty girl, no doubt. She wasn't sure if it was the speed or that smile that made her heart race. Both, she decided in the end.
The sight of her garage was a welcome one. They'd been gone long enough where the sky started to take on similar shades as Deb's hair. "Fucking great, I'd say." Emmett offered, quick to laugh with her. She pushed open the passenger door, stepping out of her car. It took a moment for her legs to adjust to the change in speed and the suddenness of standing, but she still turned towards Deb. "What are you thinking?"
