Warning: Holly/Juliet slash, PG-13
4. Yellow (688)
The road was slick and shiny with the remains of the rain that fell 40 minutes before. The moon reflected from the wet bitumen and had mocked them, if only either were listening or caring. But they weren't, so it was fine.
The motorbike tyres gripped well on the road surface, and the road itself was remarkably well kept for the rural area of Italy they were travelling through. They barely noticed that, Juliet only keeping tabs so that she could be able to steer the bike safely and keep them from harm.
They were travelling at night because they liked the quiet, they liked their privacy, and Holly hated the sunscreens since they always made her skin dry out. In any case Holly was shielded, not using enough magic so that her location could be picked up by radar down in Haven. They had taken off their helmets just after they started riding; the air felt good singing through their hair.
They passed through a tiny town, only a village, that would disappear beneath the tourist trade within three years on the outside. It was peaceful, the streets deserted and bare, but in their minds they could see the bustle of the markets and the families with large mothers trying to keep track of her children through the people.
They were both slightly scared that the noise of the bike would be too loud, loud enough to wake a small child from sleep, but from experience they knew better. They kept going, the bike dancing down the centre of the road.
They had been travelling for 5 hours already and Holly's buttocks had gone to sleep, so she shifted slightly and almost instantly the sharp pangs of pins and needles flooded through her.
Juliet laughed, the sound splitting the air into its rainbow components. It was the depth of blue, the darkness of red, the joyousness of sunshine yellow…
Holly tickled her, Juliet squirming and the bike skidding across to the left side of the deserted road. They were both breathing heavily from adrenaline and their close call as Juliet straightened their course.
Holly tried for a more subtle approach, speaking no words she shifted her right hand from sitting loosely on Juliet's hip, drawing patterns with her fingers across her lover's stomach to meet up with her own fingers resting on Juliet's other hip. The tiny, teasing hand brushed downwards, flitting across the top of Juliet's thigh once, almost to the knee, before stroking back along the inner towards the junction between hip and leg. Juliet shivered in the warm air, shifting her grip on the handlebars slightly. Holly grinned into Juliet's back, shifting her own body closer so that her head rested against Juliet's shoulder blades.
She let the hand slide away, back down the side of Juliet's thigh— There was another bike coming up from behind, and Holly checked that her shield was still in place.
"I can give you some real vibrations between the legs, missy." The man said in Italian.
Juliet's jaw clenched and she threw off Holly's calming hand. The man had no idea what was coming next…
Juliet smiled, her special 'weak female' smile. He moved his bike closer, a feral, bright smirk on his face. Her hand came up and contacted with his chin, hard. He went down, falling from his bike. His bike skidded to the side of the road where it fell over into a ditch, the wheels still turning.
They moved on, Juliet not looking back at the prone man. "You shouldn't have done that, Juliet. You didn't need to." Holly whispered into her back, cuddling closer.
"I'm sorry, love. But… I hate that." She gestured with her head towards the road behind them, the fallen man already faded into the distance, his shape a darker shadow on the road.
"Trust me, I know what you mean. But you don't need to do that anymore. We don't need to do that anymore."
"I know."
They sat in silence once more, and the game didn't start up again. They were going to a better place, and were happy with that.
…wherever that might be.
