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Morning came far too quickly. Tangled in a mess of sheets that never had the chance to be straightened out, sun poured in through the bedroom window. It hadn't been enough to pull the mechanic out of her slumber. Limbs stuck out from under the blankets, feeling the chill of a winter morning, but it was the sound of a light chuckle that first hit her senses. Then it was the movement of another body in her bed, and the warmth that pressed up against her.
Dark eyes remained shut, not ready to face the brightness of morning just yet, but she still turned herself towards the form that made herself close, a lazy grin taking over her features at the sound of her voice. Still playful, even if it was tired.
An arm found itself naturally gravitating towards her, wrapping around her waist to pull her in closer. "I'd say there's a few sinful things about you, too." Her hoarse voice managed, shoulders rolling back to remind herself of how they ached from the prior night's events that took place. Not that she was complaining by any means.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It didn't take much encouragement to draw her closer. Deb was quite content to bury her face into the warm embrace offered, letting out a satisfied little hum that morphed into muffled laughter. "Guilty as charged." Wasn't like she tried to hide that fact. There was a reason her sister turned out the way she did- she'd been exposed to a bad influence from the moment she'd been born.
The pleasantly comfortable cocoon she'd gotten wrapped up in threatened to lull Deb back to sleep. Unless the other girl wanted to get out of bed right away, she was more than happy to lie there for a while longer. The day didn't need to start just yet. But as time passed- if her bedmate hadn't moved out by that time -there were biological needs starting to fight for her attention. One that announced itself loudly with a growl of her stomach.
A frown curled her lips downward and she basically growled. "You little traitor." But the hunger gnawing away at her empty stomach didn't care. So Deb finally moved to sit up from the cozy place she'd stayed the night in, stretching and running fingers through tousled hair. As much as she didn't want to get up, her stomach wasn't going to stand for it. Slate colored eyes turned towards her companion. An idea started to form in her head, and she couldn't help but smirk again.
"Well since my stomach's set on ruining my chance to sleep in, want to go get some breakfast? I know a great waffle place in town, though they serve more than just that." She offered. "It'll be my treat. Figure I should repay you for single-handedly turning yesterday into a thrill." More than that, really. Though Deb wasn't sure what to expect from her. None of this had been exactly expected, though certainly not unpleasant.
Mornings weren't Emmett's best functioning time of day, and given how far into the night their adventure had taken them, she had no desire to move just yet. Eventually, her eyes did open, staring up at the ceiling with the occasional glance down to the colorful locks that consumed her. She had no qualms with the idea of staying in bed all day, especially given the company she had found, but a garble cut through the soft sounds of their breathing, and Emmett let out an immediate laugh.
No longer tangled in limbs, the mechanic stretched out on the mattress, slowly bringing herself upright. Immediately she caught her gaze, eyebrows raising as what appeared to be a scheme appeared across her features.
Waffles. Emmett was already grinning at the idea of food. Although her own stomach remained silent for the time being, the mere concept of eating had her craving carbs. "I'll take you up on that," she replied, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. The wooden floors felt cool, as did the surrounding air. She immediately looked for something that resembled clean clothes. "But I warn you, I can eat a lot." Grabbing a garment , she stuck her legs through them before standing upright to slide them on all the way. A glance towards her companion, she tried to catch sight of her back, wondering if nails that dragged across her skin left any lasting mark from last night. "I have something you can wear, if you don't wanna wear the same clothes."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Glad her morning wouldn't be spent alone, Deb finally had enough motivation to get out of bed. her joints cracked and popped as she stood, stretching a bit more before she went hunting for her own clothes. Half were in one room with the rest were somewhere in the kitchen, if she remembered correctly. She only bothered to put on the undergarment currently available before heading out for the other. Thought she caught the passing comment before she left. It only made her laugh. "Good. Means I won't even have to pretend to feel bad for how much I'm gonna eat."
Eventually she came back inside, bra in place, though the mechanic probably had caught sight of the marks still left on Deb's back when she went out the door. It added to the soreness she already felt. Yet it was a sweet kind. Besides, she'd given just as good back in return. Deb was just starting to fit her pants back on when the offer of clothes came up.
It lit up her eyes and brought the grin back to her face. The thought of re-wearing her clothes really wouldn't bother her too badly. But getting to put on some of hers?"Well how can I say no to an offer like that?" She responded.
Only minutes out of bed, and Emmett was feeling much more awake, humored by the prospect of eating a mountain of waffles and other foods. She genuinely wondered who could throw back more.
Bright red lines across the canvas of her skin caught the mechanic's attention as Deb walked out of the bedroom. Her eyebrows rose, lips pressing together to hide her own grin as she reached for a pair of jeans. As she drew them up to her waist, soreness ached in her muscles. Had there been a mirror in her room, she might have looked to see just how marked her skin was, recalling the sensation throughout the night of nails and teeth, but never catching sight of what had been done.
A hand ran through bright blonde locks, attempting to fix the disheveled state her hair had been in before pulling on a sports bra. Half dressed herself, Emmett laughed at the response to her offer, taking steps towards the closet and pulling a plaid shirt off of a hanger. "Here," she offered, holding it up for Deb. "Bet you'll look good in this." Really, she was sure that the girl would look good in most anything - and she knew she looked great in nothing at all.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Once her pants were pulled up Deb gladly took the shirt from Emmett and threw it on. "Better than going naked, at any rate." She laughed, though a tilt soon came to her head in fake contemplation. "Although I might be able to get a free meal out of doing that. Or at least distract the cooks long enough to swipe something." Problem was, that meant going outside naked. No thank you.
Once her outfit was presentable enough for breakfast, she looked towards Emmett with another smile. The gaze only drifted a little, but the pang in her stomach asking for food kept it from getting too exploratory. Her own shirt would be thrown into the back of her bug. They'd spent most of the day yesterday in her vehicle. While Deb's own wasn't in the typical pristine condition she liked to keep it, it would be a nice change. Or at least fun. "We can take my car this time." She stood by the doorway, keys having been fished out of her pocket to twirl idly on her finger. "Might not be as cleaned up right now as your wonderful baby, but I'm curious to see what the great car expert thinks of its handling."
There weren't many that Deb allowed to take the wheel of her beloved Beetle. Yet after the previous day's events she was more than willing to add another potential name to that list. Curiosity often did get the best of her.
Emmett's gaze lingered a little too long on the form she had offered a shirt to. The same commentary filtered across her mind, and a grin played about her lips when Deb was the first to bring it into the air. She grabbed a t-shirt for herself, whichever was stained the least with grease, and pulled it on over her head. Never the one to dress up for an occasion, it seemed perfect for going out and getting breakfast.
When she reached the kitchen, a set of keys caught her eyes. Was that an offer on the table? Snatching her own keys she walked to the door, locking it behind them before they made their way into the garage. "Let's see how well you take care of this little bug." Emmett's grin widened, extending her palm for the set, and if given them, opened up the driver's side door and slid into the seat.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
As she handed away her keys, she could feel the anticipation building all over again. Especially seeing that grin. "Usually well, except for the occasional trucker incident apparently." She replied. The sight of the semi-repaired but still apparent damage to her Beetle once they reached the garage did make her heart ache for a moment. But the prospect of having the other girl actually drive it, along with getting some much needed breakfast, was enough to stop the feeling.
Deb slipped into the passenger seat. It felt odd, but not too much. She had a sister after all. One whom she'd let take the wheel on numerous occasions- particularly when they went off on one of their long road trips. So there was another underlying comparison going on in Deb's head while she strapped in. With obvious differences.
Considering it had been her idea of where to go, Deb would point out where they needed to turn. Meanwhile she was perfectly content enjoying her ride all the way there, a small smile almost constantly on her face. It would only get bigger once she spotted the familiar restaurant. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving. And fully blaming you for it." She quipped with a smirk before gesturing towards their destination. The mere sight was already making her stomach grumble again.
With the keys in her hand, Emmmett listened carefully to the engine of the car. Her fingers curled around the wheel, offering the Beetle the full respect it deserved as she backed it out of the garage. It was a smooth ride, and the mechanic followed the directions. Though she didn't go as fast as they had the night prior, she dared to be comfortably over the speed limit most of the ride there, testing how well it took corners and accelerated. She certainly did take care of it.
When the restaurant was pointed out, Emmett grinned widely as she looked over at Deb. This girl knew how to draw a laugh out of Emmett so easily. "I could say the same for you," she replied, eyebrows quirking upwards. "You know how to get a heart rate up, that's for sure." In more than one way, it had turned out.
She pulled into a parking spot, turning the engine off and passed the keys over towards Deb once they were out of the car. The smell of maple syrup and bacon hit the air before they could get a foot in the door, and Emmett pressed a hand to her stomach as it threatened to make a noise, too. Her free one reached for the door, holding it open for the bright haired girl.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Emmett was pretty good at making Deb laugh in return. Though it was followed by a somewhat playfully intentional, and certainly obvious, once-over that left her grinning all over again. ”Careful, or I just might be tempted to try doing that again. And, well, I think you've seen how that goes.” Or felt, rather. Fortunately her stomach was there to remind her of her current priorities. "Food first though." It would allow no less.
Once they parked, Deb took the keys and put them in her pocket. Since she had already said she was going to pay she retrieved her wallet from the glove box. Then it was off towards the waffle house. It was a quaint little place, and fortunately didn't seem quite so busy at the moment. And oh the smells. Her footsteps instinctively quickened to bring her inside faster, flashing Emmett a thankful smile and joking bump with her hip as she passed through the held-open door.
The bright haired girl was a familiar sight to the employees there. Once she was spotted by one of the passing waiters, they changed course towards the two. "Table for two please! A booth if you've got one." With a nod, the waiter turned right back around and led them off towards one of the booths. Deb was all too happy to slide into one side, gratefully taking one of the menus offered to them both- though honestly she didn't need it.
"The waffles here are, of course, amazing." She said once their waiter had walked off. "Though the omelettes are nothing to scoff at either. You can build your own if you don't like any of the ones on the menu. Oh: get the home fries for the side. They are the most delicious little things you'll ever try. Seriously." Deb said, glancing up towards Emmett with a wide grin. "Incredibly loaded with calories but-" She shrugged her shoulders before a familiar light came to her eyes. "I think we earned it."
Immediately upon entering, the aroma in the air intensified. Emmett sucked in a deep breath, taking as much in of it as possible. If it tasted half as good as it smelled, then this was easily going to be the best breakfast place in town. How hadn't she heard of it before in her years living here?
Friendly faces greeted them like old friend, clearly recognizing the woman she stood behind. It drew a small laugh out of Emmett, following as they made their way into the booth. Once sitting, she rolled her shoulders back, arms stretching a little before she grabbed the menu.
A list of recommendations was offered before the mechanic could get halfway down the menu, and her tired mind appreciated the insight. She seemed like an expert, and with that, Emmett folded her menu up and placed it down. "You have me sold on these waffles." She leaned back, forearms resting against the table. "And those home fries. Tell me their coffee is good and you'll win my heart over."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
"Well tell your heart goodbye, because the coffee's good too." She responded with a laugh. It really was a lovely little place. If you were a person who really loved breakfast food, that is. Fortunately Deb fell into that category. She'd try just about any dish once.
With that she placed her menu aside, already familiar with it. Blue-grey eyes were much more interested in observing the woman across the table. Things yesterday had escalated quickly. Very quickly. While Deb wasn't at all bothered by how things had turned out, it had still been the fastest she'd ever gotten along with someone. Which could be thrilling in its own right. However, it meant there were plenty of holes.
Mainly who exactly this gorgeous mechanic across from her really was.
But she held her tongue until the waiter had come back for their drinks, ordering her typical hot chocolate with far too much whipped cream before turning her attention back to Emmett. "So I'm guessing this is the part where we try some awkward icebreakers to actually learn something about each other past the fact that we both fell in love with cars and know how to drive them dirty." She said it with a dry sort of tone, though the corner of her lips tugged upwards into a smirk. "But~" The word was playfully drawn out as she similarly rested her forearms on the table, smirk stretching wider. "Considering I always hated those I'd much rather skip past that and get down to the juicy stuff. Because someone who doesn't immediately jump out of the car when I'm trying my downhill stunt is definitely my type of fun. So I've got to ask: what's the craziest thing you've ever tried?" Other than trusting the bright haired girl behind the wheel, of course. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
With the reply that this place had good coffee, Emmett clutched her chest, falling back against the booth with a laugh. She easily found herself frequenting this place in the future if everything was a wonderful as the woman across from her claimed it to be. Taking her word for it, Emmett ordered a coffee, grinning at the hot chocolate with extra whipped cream Deb had requested.
That grin faltered at the flat tone and start of what felt like a hard conversation. Introductions and quick escalations weren't exactly abnormal for the mechanic, though not entirely with purpose. She rarely went out with the intention of bringing someone back home, but it often just happened. The day after? Just holding a normal conversation was a struggle. Those icebreakers as she put it. So when she caught sight of the beginnings of a grin and a playful sounding conjunction, Emmett couldn't help the light laugh she let out, in part one of relief.
Her head tilted forward, bright locks flowing around her face before she pushed it back and leaned in, elbows pressing to the table. "Craziest thing in a car, or ever?" Emmett asked, but continued before allowing for an answer. "How 'bout both? 'Cause I wanna hear what you can do outside of a car." Her lips pursed together with thought, crinkling to one side before her knuckles hit the table with a little tap. "I was off-roading with a Jeep Wrangler, right? And I flew down a mountain with it. I mean, I didn't get it going as fast as we were, but with the terrain I was lucky I didn't flip it right over. I could barely grip the wheel I was bouncing everywhere. It was open top; I woulda been fucked if I crashed." Though she didn't sound as if she regretted it. Dark eyes kept focused on the one across from her. "You're up."
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
The falter to what was becoming a fairly familiar grin caught blue-grey eyes. Looks like she wasn't keen on icebreakers either. Little uncomfortable attempts to learn more about someone else. From Deb's experience they rarely ever worked. Or yielded the actually interesting information like what was being described right now.
Her eyes went wide as her mind mapped out what the story must have looked like. Once the image played out she couldn't help but laugh. "Damn. I would've paid to watch something like that! Though somehow I'm not so surprised." The grin had quickly returned before she rested her elbows on the table. Head in her hands, Deb went back through her memory of bad decisions. It was a pretty long list. "Car craziness huh? Hmmm..." A finger tapped in time to her lips before halting abruptly. "Oh! I was in a street race once." Now there was a memory.
"Wasn't a huge one, but the other kids from my old high school got together one faithful weekend night. Lots of us had just gotten our license. I was one of them." A nostalgic chuckle left her as she shook her head. "We figured 'hey, what better way to use them than to do something just stupid enough they might get taken away?' We were all idiots, but damn if it wasn't fun. Course, we had to get the hell out of there afterwards. Wasn't exactly the most legal of activities, but I mean no one got hurt so..." She shrugged but there was a wicked grin on her face.
"Couldn't have been that bad, right? 'Sides, I learned just how much I liked riding dirty. And learning's a good thing, right?" With a laugh she shook her head again and leaned back in the booth. Her gaze was back on the mechanic. "So how bad've you been out of your car?"
Emmett was glad to see that her story impressed, shoulders rising up and down with a short laugh. It was definitely something stupid to try, but the mechanic would absolutely do it again in a heartbeat. She really didn't know where to stop, a problem that translated into many factors of her life. So far, though, it's worked out in her favor, and she had a feeling it was a trait that the bright haired girl found interesting at the very least.
It hadn't surprised her to hear Deb had been in a street race. With the way she drove, there had to be a story like that. Regardless, she was impressed to hear about it. Because not too many people would risk having their license evoked for a little bit of fun. At least not on a scale like that. Her grin grew at the image of them zooming off to insure they wouldn't risk getting caught. "Did you win?" She had to ask.
But those eyes were back on her, and the question turned back to her. Emmett threw her hands up, palms facing outwards towards her. "Hey now, I told my car story first. This one is all on you."
