Motorbike Race

"Yang Xiao Long never felt more alive than she did coming out of the third turn on the Vale Circuit. It was the perfect mix of hard braking into the turn and full throttle press out on the other side. And in between the two she leaned the bike down as low as it would go without putting it on the tarmac. It was a rush like any other, and Yang lived for the rush. She was always a thrill seeker ever since she was a little girl and as soon as she saw her fast race, the bikes flying past the grandstand at unbelievable speeds, she knew she wanted to do that.

That Christmas her dad bought her a bicycle and she spent the rest of Christmas day until dinner outside cycling up and down the garden path between tall banks of snow that Taiyang had cleared away his little girl could try out her knew bike. Within two months the training wheels were off and she was peddling faster than ever. The progression from there to buying her first motorbike was pretty obvious. She would cycle everywhere and always be working on her bike to improve the speed and handling.

When Yang was 17 she saved pretty much everything she made from her part time job and put it all towards buying a cheap second hand motorbike. It was an ugly Junker that barely ran but Yang loved it. It was her first proper taste of the kind of speeds that were just not possible on a push bike. It made her feel like she was the coolest person on the planet, and it didn't hurt that she looked great in her leathers.

When she finally convinced her dad to let her try racing bikes on the qualifying circuit, with the big plan to be a pro one day, she already had tonnes of practice on the street-racing scene. Not that her dad knew that, or the police or professional racing association either. They would have disqualified her if they found out. Only three people knew about her street-racing past. Her sister Ruby, who helped her trick out her old bike to go even faster. Her boss Weiss, owner of Schnee racing, who wasn't happy about it but was not about to jeopardise her shot at a title by firing her best driver. And her girlfriend Blake, who she met on the circuit.

Blake worked for Adam, who ran a big time underground gambling ring that controlled betting on the illegal races, among other things, in Vale. Adam had an interest in making sure Yang didn't win a race against the mysterious racer called White Fang. White Fang was the name of the guy's bike in reality but since nobody knew his name that's what they all called him. So Adam sent Blake, his best leg breaker, to put the fear in her and convince her to throw the race. But the moment the two met there were sparks, and not just because they were in a mechanics shop with welding going on. They fell madly in love and rode away together on Yang's sweet new ride that she called Bumbleby with a y."

"That's not how you spell it!"

"Are you telling the story now?"

"But aunty Yang I thought you and aunty Blake met at school."

"Yeah 'aunty' Yang, didn't we meet at school?"

"Whose side are you on Blake?"

"She's on our side coz we're the coolest!"

"Alright, I can see you don't believe my incredibly cool, totally true story. So it's time to go to bed. Your mom would kill us if she knew we let you stay up this late. You wouldn't want that you?"

"Aww do we have to?"

"Do what your aunty Yang says kids. Go brush your teeth."

The sound of two tiny humans running up the stairs to get ready for bed was as welcome as it was adorable. Yang and Blake loved the twins but a whole day with them could be exhausting.

"What made you come up with that story?"

"They wanted to know how we met and I couldn't tell them the real story could I?"

"No. Weiss would snap you in half if you did that."

"Can you imagine her face if they asked her what 'shattering orgasm' meant? Haha."

"It was shattering, was it?"

"Don't act surprised Blake, you were there."

"And how about I go there again?"

"Shh, the kids will hear."

"I like this."

"What?"

"You, being so concerned about the twins. It's sweet."

"Aunty Yang! Will you tell us a bedtime story?"

"Sure thing kiddo, I'll be up in a minute."

"I'd better go get them to bed, why don't you make us something to eat."

"Y'know, I like this domestic version of you."

"You like every version of me."

"I'm not sure about this cocky version."

"Haha, we both know that one's your favourite."

As Yang walked away Blake couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.

A/N; Back to weekly chapters now that I'm in the new job. I'll let you know if that changes. This week I wanted to try a domestic Bumblebee. I also wanted to try write a conversation that you can follow without saying who is speaking every single line. Let me know if it was too hard to follow.