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Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
That had earned another laugh and a grin along with it. "Oh you can certainly try." Had been the response. Though it would mean she'd lose if she really had tried.
But as it were, Deb was impressed. As if she weren't already, the belt-less stunt only made her all the more appreciative. And perhaps a little more wild with her turns. A challenge was a challenge. She'd give as good as she got. In the end, she actually felt proud that she had managed to survive. Wasn't for Deb's lack of trying either.
As Emmett got out of the car, a pensive look came to her face. Her fingers drummed against the wheel in thought. "Thinking maybe I should just drive off into the sunset with this beauty." She mused allowed, voice infused with fake consideration. The glance sent Emmett's way was clue enough that it was a joke. Pure mischief shined there, soon forcing the corners of her mouth upwards. Deb shook her head and instead rested her chin atop her hands on the wheel. She hadn't gotten out of the vehicle just yet, but her belt was unbuckled by now.
Blue-grey eyes gave Emmett a once-over through the windshield before a smirk fell into place. Oh, I'm probably thinking of a few things I shouldn't be- as usual." She actually replied with a casual shrug.
Emmett gave a loud laugh at the idea of her car being stolen by the one who drove it like it could really be hers. She glanced into the vehicle, eyebrows rising upwards before she started making her way towards the hood. There, she leaned against it, palms pressing against the warm metal where the heat of a loved engine filtered through. "Then I'd have your bug," she replied simply with a shrug, her own humor having a flat tone. She was never that great with sarcasm in her voice.
Her fingers drummed against the hood as she waited for an answer, and it wasn't long before the bright hair girl delivered on it. It already had the mechanic craning her neck to look back at her. "Oh, I think you're free to think as much as you like," Emmett pondered aloud. "I guess it's just a matter on if you're gonna act on your thoughts." A purposeful pause, and she looked forward out of the garage door again. "Whatever they are, that is."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Her face scrunched up at that. "Ah, you got me there." Deb liked the Fiat, don't get her wrong. But her Bug was her Bug.
Besides, there were more important things to consider.
Like whether or not she was going to act on her thoughts. There were quite a few after all. They only seemed to grow in number at Emmett's response. A familiar feeling was starting to return to her. It widened her smirk and made her finally slip out of the car, turning the engine off. "Well," She dragged the word out until she got close to the other with slow, deliberate steps. "They're all very tempting. And I think I already warned you about that." The smirk had morphed into a half grin. "But they all go back to whether or not you'd like to continue where we left off?" Her own answer was probably pretty clear already. But she needed to know she was still considering too.
Emmett did her best to remain where she sat against the car. What was harder was to continue to look forward and not towards the sound of the slow steps approaching her. But a question had her head turning towards her, her jaw aching from the way she grinned. When she did finally push herself up off the car, she stepped closer, meeting Deb with the way she walked.
Only inches apart, now. She felt that burn growing inside her again as she looked down at her lips again. Each hand reached out, pressing to the girl's hips as she dared to pull her against the mechanic. "Now why would I want to stop?" She asked, and instead of giving her the time to answer, she caught her lips in a heated kiss.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Warm weight settled on either side of her hips as the decision to close the distance between them was made for her. An action that made a short chuckle of amusement leave her. But that sound was soon silenced when lips met hers in a very insistent manner.
Her hands were already moving, one sliding up into blonde locks to keep her in place while the other pressed against her back. Damn if it didn't feel good to finally have the full length of the mechanic against her. No middle console getting in the way of the sensation now. Only the thin barrier of fabric, though even that could only block so much. For now, Deb was quite content to deepen what they had going with invitation to explore.
But her lungs could only be denied so much. "Maybe you were a tease." The power to speak only came between the necessary breaths she needed. The smile on her face was just as pleased as it had been the first time. Though it soon disappeared as she sought out Emmett's lips once again, eager as ever to continue. It simply felt to good not to.
Without the struggles of working around the inside of a car, Emmett was thankful that they made their way back to her little garage. The feeling of the her body flush against Emmett's was enough to put the mechanic short of breath, let alone the way those lips burned against her own. Her palms shifted towards the small of Deb's back, pressing firmly against the fabric she was already was beginning to wish wasn't in the way.
A breathless laugh still managed to escape her lips at the idea of being a tease. "I'm not that mean," she breathed. If she were, that would have been cruel, but then again Emmett hadn't the capacity to tease another on a level like this. Her willpower was plummeting when a pretty girl was kissing her. Even more so because she knew how to drive a car rough and Emmett considered how that translated into other things.
"You said you needed more room?" She would have gestured to the space they occupied, were it not for the fact that her hands were cemented to her.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
A matching chuckle escaped her. "Well aren't I lucky?" In hindsight she really was. At how many other garages would something even remotely similar have happened? Or with someone even half as attractive? Whatever lottery Deb had inadvertently entered, she would safely guess she'd won.
The second question brought a certain light to her eyes. Her gaze dropped for a moment as a little smile came to her face. "I did, didn't I? Hmmm..." She had. And with the current way things were going, she hardly regretted the words. Yet she didn't want to stop what they were doing right there. The sensation was too sweet- the warmth too inviting. But what else might come was tempting. Very, very tempting.
And she was downright terrible with that.
A wicked twist came to the smile while the blue-grey gaze lifted to meet dark eyes. She said nothing yet, pressing forward to instead start yet another heated kiss. When she pulled back this time, however, she only did by a fraction. "Get me a bed or a flat surface, and I'm all set." She breathed simply. But the gleam in her eyes was still there- renewed in strength even. Challenging. Daring her. "Though I'm pretty happy right here, so you might have to fight me for it."
She wanted to catch those thoughts that ran through her mind - to be sure that there was a mutual agreement in the thought process that brought them her. Because Emmett was quick to move forward, but only in the right context. This very much felt like the right context, because a heated kiss against her lips send her mind reeling, and it was just as much a confirmation as the words that followed.
And then there was a challenge. A dare, even. This girl was still a stranger in the most basic way, but she certainly knew how to get a reaction out of the mechanic. With aid of an ability that offered quick reflexes, and the strength that came with such a physically demanding job, Emmett's hand's filtered down the length of Deb's form to her legs. Clever hands looped around the back of her thighs - and if she allowed it, the mechanic lifted her high enough to take her feet off the ground, legs around Emmett's waist.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It was so nice not to be disappointed. When hands started wandering downwards the expression on her face only intensified. It was the exact reaction she'd hoped for. Emmett met no resistance once she reached Deb's legs. If anything, she was more than happy to secure her position against the blonde's waist and hold herself in place. No complaints from her- only more breathy laughter.
"Oh, you," The word held the same intensity it had when she'd used it before. Only now she let some of the heat she felt into it. "Are a good one."
Now that she was right where she wanted to be, her true game began. Emmett didn't have to fight against much struggling because, frankly, Deb didn't really want out of where she was. No, she didn't plan to fight against the move. But she did plan on seeing how much she could distract and stall the process.
There was an escalation of energy as she met her lips once again. A heated urgency and dedication that made it rougher than the others. One became two, and then two became more. Both arms now looped behind the blonde's head to tangle in light locks and deepen the kisses further. And when they weren't keeping her close, they were pulling her back- repositioning the mechanic's head so wandering lips and teeth could get at smooth skin elsewhere. Whether or not they were actually nearing one of the two options given didn't really matter any more. Much more care was being given to whatever spot was currently caught by the held girl's efforts to stall and distract her impromptu "ride."
The moment a set of welcome legs held themselves against Emmett's waist, she began to move. Her ability gave her the advantage of clever, careful footing, but she could only do so much when distraction pressed to her lips and tangled in her hair. A wicked grin took over her features, even if it was hidden by such close proximity, she was sure the bright-haired girl could catch it. Each kiss she caught that intensity, matching it with quickly escalating heat. Her hands tightened around the legs she held, because she couldn't drop her, but also because she couldn't hold onto anything else.
She knew her garage well enough to navigate it without her full attention, and she was lucky for that. The moment teeth sunk into her skin, Emmett's lips parted as a sound erupted from her throat - and it certainly wasn't bad.
They had at least made it to the top of the steps to the door of her apartment, and a single hand left Deb's form, despite all protest against it, to open the unlocked door. She didn't bother closing it behind her as it lead into the kitchen. Any willpower the mechanic held was rapidly draining - the bedroom was only a couple rooms over, but she pressed her back against the nearest hard surface - which happened to be the refrigerator - before finally letting go, hands filtering upwards towards the hem of the shirt she desperately needed to be gone.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
That certainly wasn't a bad sound at all. In fact, she wanted to hear it again. A desire that would probably show through the attention she gave. There was bound to be a few marks after this. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.
Unaware of her surroundings, Deb could at least guess that they'd reached a door when one hand left her only to return shortly. The grip she already had, combined with the other hand still on her, kept her from moving too much. Soon after she felt the chill sensation of something hard against her back. It contrasted sharply with the heat of the woman holding her against whatever object she'd found. She grinned at what that implied, but Deb couldn't suppress the shiver of anticipation that went through her as those supportive hands moved upwards to offer a different kind of assistance. The impatient way things were going was getting to both of them. The need for direct contact had long since rendered the fabric itchy and unnecessary.
During that loss- where she offered little to no resistance -Deb took that brief moment to look. Kitchen. That was her guess anyhow. It was hard to really focus on much else right now. Especially once she was freed of her top. Though she didn't want to be the only one- the desire went both ways. Finally she relinquished the hold she had in light locks to give her the same treatment through the tight, but more than welcome position they'd gotten into, keeping herself in place with legs and the cool surface of the fridge pressed up behind her.
Quick hands were fast to remove the first barrier left between them. She was lucky not to tear the fabric with her own impatience. Once it was off, it was quickly discarded without a care where it landed in her kitchen. It seemed that there was no time to waste, either, because her own top was just as quickly removed. Though it was a thin layer, Emmett was glad she was freed of it. Using her feet as leverage, she pressed herself against the woman she pinned to the fridge, and with fair treatment, her head ducked down, catching soft skin with her teeth.
The thought to move them over towards the bedroom crossed her mind, though it was brief, because skin to skin contact burned brighter than her hair, and breathing was quickly becoming a chore. It was a conflict that pulled her in multiple directions. Every point of contact deserved to be savored, but there was only so long her willpower allowed her to linger on the precipice of the inevitable.
So she stepped back, sure to keep her counterpart close as she peeled them away from the fridge, only long enough to reach for the clasp between her shoulder blades.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
As soon as teeth registered against her skin, an answering noise managed to escape her. It was getting much, much harder for her to coherently think past physical sensation. Particularly when Emmett was doing things like that.
But there was one thing her mind hung onto while the rest was being worked rapidly into a frenzy: fight.
When distance was put between them and the fridge, Deb leaned into the move. The clasp prove an excellent distraction while she started to push her backwards. She was at a disadvantage considering this was unfamiliar territory for her. Deb had no idea where anything in the upstairs portion was. But the pressure combined with her lack of care eliminated that issue. She kept pressing until they hit something, working on the other girl just as she was being to free them of the now much unwanted barrier barely separating the two. Now that she was on the attack, she used what little height she had on the other to her advantage and fight for leverage in the next kiss she captured soft lips in.
It was with the last shred of whatever willpower Deb possessed that she got a word out once they parted for air. Even then it was nothing more than a husky whisper posing a one-worded question. "Bed?" Because at this rate it wasn't seeming to matter.
When she had taken a step backwards, Emmett hadn't expected it to be several. A sharp inhale pierced her lungs as she felt her back hit the opposing counter; it hadn't hurt, but it surprised her to relinquish control. Not that she complained by any means. Cool air hit her chest when she rid the final layer of her top, hands pressing to the small of her back, tracing up the length of her spine. There was that natural urge to fight back that itched in her veins, but a single whisper had her attention in full.
She couldn't even speak. Instead, there was a rough jerk of her head to direct them down a small hallway towards the right. Only then did she push back, stepping forward if only to guide them into the bedroom. The door was already open, and inside there was disarray - clothes hanging from the hamper and an unkempt bed. She supposed it might have looked a little different if she had expected this woman to step into her garage.
Distraction caught her by surprise as the mechanic tripped over her own boot as she tried to kick it off. In a normal situation, she would have never found herself so clumsy, but the knowledge she was falling on a mattress kept her from trying to prevent the fall at all.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
With a jerk of Emmett's head, she got a good enough idea of where they were headed. That was all she needed before lips met again. They'd bumped into some table or counter when Deb had pushed, but now Emmett pushed back. As much as she wanted to push back she didn't. She didn't know exactly where to go after all.
The state of the bedroom, once they got there, was...irrelevant. The amount of focus noticing their surroundings would have taken too much effort. Right now her mind had narrowed down to registering the sensory information she was getting. Mainly touch. Which ended up throwing her for a loop as the warm body against hers suddenly pitched backwards. It was enough of a shock that a clear hole appeared in the haze covering her mind. It only took a second before she realized what happened. More than slightly breathless laughter trickled out of her. A witty tease was right on the tip of her tongue, but one look at her on the mattress sent the quip tumbling away into nothingness.
Some things were more important.
Though the hungry glint in her eyes had never quite gone away since they'd started, it was horribly obvious now. Somehow, some way, her day had tumbled and twisted until she'd found herself hovering above an attractive and altogether interesting mechanic on a bed. She wasn't going to hesitant once she'd been given the go ahead. It didn't take much longer for determined hands to strip away the rest of the cloth barrier until she could feel the full length of the one beneath her. The material was tossed unceremoniously to the side. Where? Who cared. Now that she had the entire blonde to herself, she was a lot more intent on exploring her than worrying about clothes. Hopefully Emmett would be up for it too. Because in this mood, cars weren't the only thing Deb planned on riding hard.
It was sometime in the morning that consciousness started to finally return. And when it did, blue-grey eyes blinked about groggily. Where was she again? A question that ought to concern her, but in this instance didn't. She'd had enough experience with the feeling not to freak out right away. And judging from the warm body she felt beside her...
Well it did a wonderful job of reminding her what happened yesterday.
A light chuckle managed to work its way out of Deb's throat. She migrated across towards the other hot thing in bed and settled against it with a content sigh. "You are a sinfully good heater, you know that?" Sleep made the playful words come out roughly, but she meant it anyways.
