The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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Her grin got wider. "Hey, Dante," she said, pushing her ass further into his hands. "Still up for giving me that ride we were talking about?"

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"You, me, my bike and a nice alleyway?" Dante asked, squeezing.

Mm. How had he managed to block out how nice her ass was for so long?

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Emotional trauma could do that to you.

"Oooh," Kathy said, an unintentional shiver coursing down her back at the promise in his words--and his attention to her ass. She leaned forward with deliberate movements, intending to bite down on the sensitive spot where his shoulder met his neck. "That sounds like a damn good idea."

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Dante let out a soft groan, his hands sliding away from her somewhat reluctantly. "Better get that ass moving, then."

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Kathy straddled the bike, every movement suffused with invitation, as was the look she directed at him once she was properly seated. "You coming?" she asked. "At least do me a solid and start the bike."

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"Hoping to enjoy yourself?" Dante said. His mouth was all-smirk as he settled over the bike, running the engine as soon as he could. "Be sure to hold on."

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"Why do you think I want one of my own?" Kathy laughed, her mouth by his ear. This time, she hadn't hesitated to wrap her arms around him. "You know, if get a bike today, you're going to have to give me lessons on how to properly ride it."

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"Might have to give you a few repeat ones," Dante said, "Just to be sure."

He kicked away the brake stand and took off, out of the parking lot.

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"Glad I really love to study, then," Kathy said, leaning back to appreciate the wind and the speed and the freedom.

Look, pressing suggestively against Dante was all well and good, but she wasn't about to ignore the joys of riding a motorcycle just to do it.

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It wasn't like Dante could blame her for it. He loved it too.

He didn't say anything for a while, just speeding up as fast as he could go, racing along the empty road.

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"Watch out for cops," Kathy told him, a teasing lilt in her voice. "I mean, this time we are going to Baltimore."

...That wasn't her urging him to slow down. Her eyes were closed and her expression beatific as the ground flashed beneath them.

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"Like cops bother coming all the way out here," Dante argued.

He wasn't gonna slow until they hit the traffic lights, another half a mile down.

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"Like you couldn't lose them even if they did," Kathy said, her breath warm on the back of his neck. "We proved that mon--years ago."

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Dante's only response to her breath in his neck was a broadening of his smirk. "True," he said. "Maybe a nice police chase will get our blood going."

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"Oh no," Kathy said, utterly convincingly. "No. Wait. Don't."

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Dante turned his head and winked at her.

Sadly for him, the traffic lights were green when he got there, so he couldn't immediately push the point. He just drove through fast.

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"So," Kathy called over the wind, "this would be a terrible time to try to see how distractable you are on the bike, right?"

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"Oh yeah," Dante called back, also convincingly. "Totally terrible."

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"I would hate for you to stop paying attention to the road or anything," Kathy continued, like she'd never seen his reflexes in action. Her hands slid under his shirt, drawing thin lines as she explored his muscled abdomen. "I mean, we're going awfully fast."

Her voice was innocent, her touch anything but.

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Her fingers felt good against his skin, but Dante kept his eyes on the road. "That could end badly," he said. "Someone could get in trouble."

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"Oh no, trouble," Kathy crooned in his ear. And then nipped it. "I know how much you hate that." Her thumbs skimmed over his nipple, then dragged her nail back over it the other way. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Oh god, she could just imagine a goody two-shoes Dante. That would be hilarious.

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Dante's soft inhale was drowned out by the noise of the bike. "Yeah, that's what I think about when I think of you," he said. "The girl who's gotta protect me."

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"Don't worry, I know how to take care of you," Kathy promised, one hand sliding back down towards his waistband. The other hand continued its slow assault of his nipple, focusing on one until it was good and sensitive. "Faster?"

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"Might be running out of fast soon," Dante said.

But the bike was speeding up again.

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"Then you'll have to find some other way to get my blood racing," she informed him. After letting loose a tiny squeal when she felt the bike lurch with renewed speed. "We are so gonna get chased" she laughed.

Two stupid kids racing around too fast on a motorcycle. Demons, angels, and exes need not apply.