Time melts away, as we play with each other. It’s a novelty for me. Watching her, moving in unison with her, being at one with her. We might as well be fucking as the night moves into some haze of lights and never ending roads. She’s not stopping, and neither am I. When one slows, the other speeds. When one swerves, the other counters. And then eventually, there isn’t any traffic and it’s just us two and the night and side by side again.
I switch the lights off, blackening the road ahead, and watch as she does the same.
Side by side.
Looking at each other through the visors.
No other thoughts.
No care.
No reasons other than keeping going – matching each other.
She eventually looks away and steers over to the side of the road until she’s slowed to a stop. I pull in, watch as she slips her helmet off and fingers her hair. I don’t know if I’m ready to stop or not, but she stares at me and waits, tapping her head to tell me to take my own helmet off. I do. And yet she still keeps staring at me, pink cheeks and a half smile on her face.
That’s all I can see now. The black leather on her skin melts into the night, leaving me with nothing but her face dusted with shadows and hard lines.
“What do you want from me, Malachi?” she eventually says.
“Everything. Every minute. This. Eternally.” Her eyes widen, and she looks down at the bike rather than at me. “I want you to choke on me when I feel like it, and I want you to hold me when I feel like that.” She frowns and keeps looking at the fucking bike, which irritates the fuck out of me because I want those eyes on mine. “I feel. For once, I fucking feel and you need to understand that.” I take her chin in my hand and lift it until she’s looking up at me. “Did you feel that back there? There was nothing but you and me. No time. No other thoughts. No confusion. That’s what I want from you.” Her mouth opens, then closes. “If I have to keep hurting you to make you understand those moments, I will, but I’d rather you accepted them and moved with me. Either way, youwillrecognise the reality I’m offering you.”
She pulls her chin from my hand, stares on her own again until she gets off and walks backwards into the brush behind her. “That’s not possible out here in the real world. I would have thought your freaky ass would have understood that by now.” I gaze, watching as she unbuckles her jacket and tosses it to the ground. “You told me to run once,” she calls. My mouth quirks into a half smile, as she disappears into the darkness. “I’m tired of running.” I start walking, trying to find her in the night around us. Something hits me in the face. I snatch at it. A glove. “Maybe I shouldn’t anymore. Where are you?”
I look left at the sound of her feet moving. “Here. There.” I smile fully, amused at whatever else is about to happen. “Wherever you need me to be.”
“But you weren’t where I needed you to be, Malachi.” I scowl and scour the ground around me, searching for her in the dead of night. “I was alone. Just one. I always am out here. And they’re still coming for me. He won’t stop. I need him to stop so I can stop running.” Something else hits me on my back. I turn and pick it up. A boot. Another one hits my chest the moment I look back up. “If you want every minute, I need you to stop him. Or give me the ability to, preferably. Can you do that? I need to see him dead.”
“I can do anything if there’s enough reason to do it.”
She emerges in my line of sight, nothing but her naked skin on display and all those tattoos catching what little light there is. I scan every inch of her, every line, and every footfall she takes through the dirty, barren ground until she’s in front of my face.
“Am I enough reason?” She gets closer, rolls her body until it’s on my chest and her fingers are picking at the zip on my jacket. “Is this every minute you want worth killing one more person for?” The zip gets pulled down and she takes her hands to my belt, ratcheting it without caring for my response. “It’s the only way we happen any further than tonight. I’ll be gone if you don’t help me.” She grabs my dick through the leathers, squeezes. “I want to fuck. Now.” Her hand slides into my pants, wraps itself around my dick. “On my terms.”
“Get on with it then. Don’t tease me.”
She chuckles, darkly. “I’d forgotten you don’t like that.”
“No you hadn’t.” She rucks my sweater up, starts pushing it out of the way so she can get her lips to my skin. I keep watching her move around my body, watch the way she owns each slant of her limbs again, as she gets my dick out and rolls her tongue over the head of it.
“I want to tease you. The whole ride here has been a tease. You knew it would be.”
My fingers tangle into her hair, a sudden, sharp yank on her head proving the time for teasing is over. “Don’t be a bitch, little Alice. Suck it like a good girl would or get ready to be forced.”
She smiles from down there in the dark, licks her lips and hovers. It’s a few seconds worth of time that tells me one thing out here in the middle of nowhere. I’m not alone – not anymore.
I’m part of two.
And so is she.
“I’ll hurt you again.”
“I know you will,” she murmurs. “Do it. Take the memories from me some more. It might be the last time you can.”
Hauling her up, I push her backwards, searching for a tree in the dark. She eventually barges into one, and I savour the gasp of surprise that puffs out of her. She’s lifted, shoved onto the bark so I can relish any sound of agony she might feel. More pain. More fucking. I don’t mind that thought at all. And she knows what she’s doing now. She feels it, like I do. She’s giving me the choking I’ve asked for, and later, when we’ve done this and found ourselves again, we can hold each other.
I can feel held again.
“Devil’s night,” she breathes out, as I push inside her. She pants and moans loudly, screams as the build of pain energizes her. I don’t stop. I become rougher, letting her feel everything she did earlier so she knows it won’t stop. It won’t ever stop, and she will feel owned by me as much as I am becoming owned by her.
