"Keys, keys, keys!!!!!!"
Randall tossed her the keys; they were on a Hello Kitty key chain. "Hey, nutbox, I need a ride home. And put your helmet on."
"Ok, ok, just let me try it out around the block ok." Killa cranked the engine and it rumbled to life. She gazed down at the bike with what could only be described as adoration, then peeled out and shot down the street like a cat on fire. In about two seconds she came roaring around the block and slid back to a stop spinning the bike sideways and stopping within inches of him and Two grinning evilly.
"Who wants a ride?" She said waggling her eyebrows at him first, then Two. "Or are you too scared?"
One couldn't resist a challenge, plus he'd get to put his arms around her in all that leather. Two glared at him because she'd asked One first.
One also couldn't resist tweaking his brother, "She still prefers us even though we have not had a chance to kiss her. Perhaps we should update our kissing technique to make it more memorable?"
Two glared at him, then sent images of Killa saying please. That was hard to argue with. Two went back to looking smug.
One got on the back of the bike and slid his hands around her waist. He felt her tremble slightly as he breathed on the back of her neck and his groin pressed against her ass.
"You're going to want to hold on tight." She didn't have to ask twice, One tightened his grip and leaned in closer, his face in her hair, God, it smelled good too.
"Lean when you feel me lean-you've ridden before?"
"Of course. But I am usually in control."
"Get used to being on the back of the bike," She said then leaned around to smile at him. Her lips were inches from his, the sexual tension like electricity, couldn't she feel it?
"That's called riding bitch. You can say it Killa. Bitch." Randall said snidely, then grinned at Two who smirked back at the human.
"Get used to riding bitch One." Killa said, then grinned even wider, challenging him to say something back.
He leaned in and whispered, "We'll be your bitch anytime mistress," then ran his tongue along the edge of her ear and felt her shiver, saw the blush spread across her cheeks until she turned around and hit the gas, hard. Oh, she felt the tension, yes she did.
One's neck jerked back from the acceleration. He held her more closely, slid his hands up a bit until they were on her rib cage. Her hair was in his face, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on moving with her, smelling her skin, feeling her against him. Then he heard the siren.
Where were they? His eyes snapped open; he looked over his shoulder and saw a cop car after them. Killa gunned the engine and sped through a red light and up a ramp onto the highway.
"Hold on One, I mean really hold on. Shit."
She shot through traffic, cutting between cars at the last second, around trucks, on the side of the road; she was zooming. Soon the cop car was far behind, but One knew from experience there'd be more soon. She needed to get off the highway while she was out of the first car's sight. Right as he thought this, she cut across all four lanes of traffic; damn, that truck came within inches of them; then down an exit ramp and around a corner into a back lot behind an abandoned building. She looked around then rolled her bike into the shadows as the sirens faded into the distance. Letting out a held breath, she leaned against his chest. He brushed his lips against her hair, circled her in his arms. Placing her hands over his hands, she laced her fingers with his and relaxed as the sirens eventually faded completely away.
He waited to see if she would pull away. When she didn't he began by nuzzling the back of her neck, kissing along the sensitive nape and around to the side as she angled her neck toward him. He felt her pulse quicken as he kissed above her carotid, the blood thrumming just below the skin. She was lucky he wasn't a vampire. Up the neck to the ear, yes, he brushed his lips along the edge of her ear, nibbled on the earlobe.
"Yes," he whispered, "we are your bitch. Umm," he slid one hand up to stroke her neck, while continuing to nuzzle her ear and whisper, "Yes." The other hand he used to cup her right breast, moving his thumb over the spot where her nipple would be if he could feel it through her leather jacket. Yes, that was the place. He was gratified to hear her indrawn breath, feel her slightly arch her back. She turned to face him, he could see her lips part in anticipation of a kiss. He wanted to kiss her, but he'd make her ask first, wanted to hear her ask. So he leaned in and waited for a split second, a smirk on his lips. He watched her face, first filled with desire, then with what? Guilt? Why would she feel guilty?
Instead of asking, she turned back around, leaned slightly forward, and said, "Ready to go home?"
"No," he said flatly, and heard her chuckle. Nibbling at her throat, he cupped both her breasts and felt her writhe against him, then heard her low moan. She wasn't ready to leave either. He slid one hand up to the zipper on her jacket, "No, we are not. Turn around and let us show you what we want," he whispered in her ear as he drew the zipper down. He slipped a hand under the jacket and realized she'd worn her t-shirt under it. Damn.
She was still hesitating, what was wrong? He'd waited long enough, he pulled her around and into his arms, held the back of her head and kissed her passionately. Yes, that was good, he felt her press her body into him, return the kiss, slide her hands down and loosen the belt of his workout jacket, slide them under the jacket, over his chest, shoulders and back. He pulled her off the bike and held her against the wall of the building as he kissed her, both hands cupping her ass, his leg in her groin. He'd take her right here, right now, he didn't care who saw them.
At first she responded, her nails digging into his back, her tongue in his mouth, body shivering against him. Then she pressed her hands against his chest. He did not want to stop, no, not at all. She pressed a little harder and he felt Two send him a warning image of Killa crying. Ugh.
He leaned back with a groan and loosened his hold. She leaned against him panting, then said, "One I, I kissed your brother earlier today. It just happened." She paused but didn't look at him, her voice filled with shame and confusion, "I, I'm not like this, I don't know what's wrong with me." She still didn't look at him, what did she feel ashamed for? She must think they were jealous of each other, well, they had acted competitive he supposed.
"We know. We are not jealous of each other."
"Never?"
"No, competitive, but not jealous. We share what we both desire similarly."
"You share?" Her voice sounded both curious and repulsed.
"Yes." How could he explain it to her? He felt her withdraw a little.
"Killa, we are, there is a link between us closer than many twins. We usually have lovers separately, but we have made love to a woman together."
"Ummm, I have never, well, done anything like that. I don't think, well my friend Liz might be interested. Oh, that came out wrong." She leaned back and looked up at him, her lips were slightly bruised, her hair messy from where he had his hands in it, he touched her lips and felt her respond. Her body knew what it wanted; he just had to find a way around the useless human morals. A good challenge, no matter how frustrating--it would be sweet when she finally gave in, and all that pent up passion released.
"We are not interested in Liz." She was still in his arms, perhaps he was persuading her. He felt his brother touch his mind--Two reminded him of what Killa did when he let her go. One paused and reviewed his experiences with human females in general.
"You are free to do as you wish, we are happy with your company in whatever measure or manner you care to give it." He paused and saw her expression soften. Good. He continued, "You know we both desire you," he leaned in, "very much," he breathed into her ear, "but we want you to be comfortable," he said as he stepped back and released her. She looked dazed. Two sent him an image of himself giving a big thumbs up.
"Uh, let's get back to the dojo." Her voice was even shaky.
She got back on the bike; he got on after her and chastely circled her waist with his hands. Now was the time to make her think, not to give her more.
Killa thought about what One said all the way back to the dojo. It freaked her out; those two were really decadent. She thought about how freaky it would be to have sex with someone at the same time as her sister. Ewww, how exactly did that work? On the one hand she was really attracted to them both, but wasn't that awfully close to incest? Maybe she could just pick one, but how would she deal with the fact that she still wanted the other one? The truth was she wanted them both, it was hard to admit it, but she did. She just didn't want them at the same time. She would have to talk to her friend Liz who was a lot more adventurous than her.
Normally Killa was the one in control, but when the twins touched her she had a hard time remembering why she needed to set limits. She liked it, and she didn't like it. It felt glorious, but it also felt like if she gave in to them, they would change her, control her, something. Pushing, they were always pushing her limits, whether it was on the mat or sexually, and it seemed deliberate, like they knew what they were doing to her. Killa felt like another world was opening to her, a world that she wasn't sure she wanted to be a part of.
And what did they do when they weren't teaching Karate? She'd looked around their loft-the furnishings were terribly expensive and elegantly displayed in an understated way that said not just money, but wealth. Randall knew them, or knew something about them. Other people couldn't read Randall, but she could, like a book. He knew the twins and was nervous of them. That gave her real pause--Randall wasn't nervous around anybody. Belligerent? Yes. Obnoxious? Yes. Antagonistic? You bet. Nervous? Never, at least until today. Her and Randall were going to have a little chat, then she was going to talk to Liz and do some real thinking about what she wanted. No way was she going to let someone else control her, her life or her anything.
Killa pulled up to the dojo and got off her bike. Two walked up smirking, expecting her to give him a ride as well. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, a multicolor sunset blooming across the sky. Two was silhouetted against the last rays of the sun, his hair and skin a slightly golden color as they reflected the light. They were so beautiful; it really was hard to resist them.
"May we have a ride Miss?" He said sweetly.
How could she say no? "Sure, but I need to get Randall home so it will be short."
Two looked questioningly at Randall who actually smiled a half-smile at the twin and said, "No hurry, Killer. Take your time. Two and I had a good conversation while you were gone. I'll wait for him." Randall emphasized "him." Weird, so he liked Two but didn't like One? Huh.
Randall watched Two climb on the back of the bike and grasp Killer around the waist as they rolled out of the parking lot. She was being more careful with Two, going a little slower. That guy was ok. He'd learned more about automatic weapons in the last twenty minutes than he had in the last year. Plus, they didn't exactly talk about Killer, but he could tell from the way the guy acted that he didn't just want to screw her, but he liked her too, maybe more than he realized. Shame his brother was such an ass. But, then, if it had been him and some guy'd shown up with a big expensive present for a girl he wanted, he'd have probably done the same, maybe worse. Two was ok. One he'd have to tolerate. It could be worse; she could be still dating Kolby. At least these guys treated her like an equal.
Randall hated Kolby, still hated him and the guy was supposed to be dead. Little weasely bastard made him sick, acted one way in front of Killer, then another behind her back. Guy had always been a bully, then he started bullying Killer too and Randall would have killed him if she hadn't got rid of him. He was real proud of her for that, took some guts. Only problem, she hadn't dated any guy since for more than a month. I mean, it was college, and Killer was no virgin, but he wanted her to be happy. These two ought to keep her busy for a while, and they'd be able to handle her without being intimidated by how fing smart she was. Plus, they were clearly more experienced than college boys so if she pulled some of the bullshit he'd seen her pull on guys before; they'd be able to deal with it.
Her and Liz, Christ, they were a pair. Katie and Kiko weren't so bad, but get Killer and Liz together and watch out. He wondered how the twins would deal with Killer when Liz was around. Heh, he'd have to make sure he was there for that. He wished Liz weren't in college, were more like him. He knew she liked the bad boy him, but didn't know of she'd like the real him. Killer knew him, and that was ok because she just sort of was around until she got to know him. But it was hard for him to trust someone else, though he'd watched Liz for the last three years and he thought she might be ok.
She was hot, and wild, and that was good in his book, but he'd also seen her be a good and caring friend to Killer so he knew there was more to her than a booming body. Killer kept trying to get him to ask Liz out, kept encouraging him. Hell, Liz'd asked him out at least fifty times, it was becoming a joke. He'd see her and she'd say, "Wanna go out?" instead of "Hi," then grin a goofy grin that he never saw her use with anyone else but him. He kept ducking his head and saying, "Maybe next time," and then grinning back. He never grinned. It was embarrassing.
One was standing there silent just staring at him like he was a show. Now that guy was a bit scary. Intense. Randall looked back at him evenly, but wasn't saying a damn thing unless spoken to.
"We thank you for waiting on our brother." Did the guy sound a little friendlier? So what.
"Sure."
"We don't like to share. We thought."
"Yeah, I know what you thought." Randall cut him off without thinking, then checked to see of the guy looked pissed. A little.
"You know her well?"
Here it comes, Randall thought. Oh, he'd been down this road before. If he had a dollar for every time a guy Killer was dating had asked him for advice, he'd be rich. He hated that shit. Most of the time he gave them bad advice, hell, ok, all the time he gave bad advice, like really, obviously bad advice like, "Make sure she knows you're the boss." Or, "Never offer to pay for anything, not even your own part of the ticket. Killer really likes to pay for everything, it's a feminist thing." It was his job to weed out the stupid.
"Yeah."
Randall kept waiting for the questions to come, but they didn't. Instead the guy just sort of watched the sunset fade away then said, "We would like to know her well too," and walked back inside the dojo.
Maybe One wasn't so bad after all.
While Randall was thinking and talking to One, Killa and Two rode off into the sunset like something out of a romance novel. After the police chase, and what happened next, Killa stuck to a bit faster than the flow of traffic. Two kept his hands around her waist lightly. She exited the highway and headed for Oceanside, maybe they could catch the last bit of sunset, it really was pretty. Then she could run the bike once around the usual course and get a feel for how it handled. But not too fast, she wouldn't want to hurt Two if something went wrong. And it was hard to really corner well with someone else on the bike.
Two was enjoying the ride immensely. This was more pleasurable than he expected, more surprising not knowing where they were going. He was used to being in control, it was interesting being a passenger. He'd caught bits of what happened between Killa and his brother, but hadn't gotten the whole file yet. It was a good development, she liked them both and it was now out in the open what they wanted. At a minimum, they had finally made a good start on a human friend.
He was amused by that friend of hers as well, Randall. The human was vicious, playful, tricky, funny and loyal to his one friend. Interesting. Knew a lot about weapons too. Liked Bowie knives, but not straight razors, sad choice that.
Humans would call today beautiful, and surprisingly he would too, for once. He normally did not at all understand the human obsession with weather, but it was a mild cool day that made riding pleasurable. When the sun went down, it would chill, which would give him an excuse to hold Killa closer. Wonderful weather.
Killa turned into the first of the curves as the land fell away behind them and the ocean came into view. Magnificent, she could see the sun burning across the water around the edge of the cliff. A switchback and a curve, then they could pause at one of her favorite places and watch the sun slip into shadow.
Killa slowed the bike and rolled off the road onto the edge. She got off the bike and took Two by the hand, led him almost to the edge of the cliff and sat down. He put his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest as he stroked her hair. Together they watched the sun disappear, then the afterglow fade until twilight reigned.
Two did not exactly know what this feeling was, but he thought it might be contentment. It was not unpleasant. He was quite pleased to simply hold Killa and watch an imaginary sun slip into imaginary water. Oddly, he found this activity satisfying, very satisfying indeed. Yes, it had to be contentment, because he still wanted her, but was content to hold her since she was obviously enjoying it so much. Contentment.
At first Killa expected Two to try to kiss her, that was pretty much par for both of them. And as good as the kisses were, she felt like sex was all they wanted from her. This was sort of a test, let's see what one of them does in a truly romantic setting, do they ever just enjoy the moment? Surprisingly Two at least did.
Finally the twilight faded and the stars began to come out. Killa stood up, then asked Two, "Do you want to see the course I won my bike on? I won't go too fast, I promise."
Two smiled and said, "Go as fast as you like. We like fast."
"I can't corner as well with another person on the bike, but I'll make it fast enough."
They walked back to the bike. Right before they got back on, Two held her for a moment, then bent his head and lightly kissed her on the lips. "For luck," he said softly as he released her. She smiled and touched her fingers to his lips.
Randall tossed her the keys; they were on a Hello Kitty key chain. "Hey, nutbox, I need a ride home. And put your helmet on."
"Ok, ok, just let me try it out around the block ok." Killa cranked the engine and it rumbled to life. She gazed down at the bike with what could only be described as adoration, then peeled out and shot down the street like a cat on fire. In about two seconds she came roaring around the block and slid back to a stop spinning the bike sideways and stopping within inches of him and Two grinning evilly.
"Who wants a ride?" She said waggling her eyebrows at him first, then Two. "Or are you too scared?"
One couldn't resist a challenge, plus he'd get to put his arms around her in all that leather. Two glared at him because she'd asked One first.
One also couldn't resist tweaking his brother, "She still prefers us even though we have not had a chance to kiss her. Perhaps we should update our kissing technique to make it more memorable?"
Two glared at him, then sent images of Killa saying please. That was hard to argue with. Two went back to looking smug.
One got on the back of the bike and slid his hands around her waist. He felt her tremble slightly as he breathed on the back of her neck and his groin pressed against her ass.
"You're going to want to hold on tight." She didn't have to ask twice, One tightened his grip and leaned in closer, his face in her hair, God, it smelled good too.
"Lean when you feel me lean-you've ridden before?"
"Of course. But I am usually in control."
"Get used to being on the back of the bike," She said then leaned around to smile at him. Her lips were inches from his, the sexual tension like electricity, couldn't she feel it?
"That's called riding bitch. You can say it Killa. Bitch." Randall said snidely, then grinned at Two who smirked back at the human.
"Get used to riding bitch One." Killa said, then grinned even wider, challenging him to say something back.
He leaned in and whispered, "We'll be your bitch anytime mistress," then ran his tongue along the edge of her ear and felt her shiver, saw the blush spread across her cheeks until she turned around and hit the gas, hard. Oh, she felt the tension, yes she did.
One's neck jerked back from the acceleration. He held her more closely, slid his hands up a bit until they were on her rib cage. Her hair was in his face, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on moving with her, smelling her skin, feeling her against him. Then he heard the siren.
Where were they? His eyes snapped open; he looked over his shoulder and saw a cop car after them. Killa gunned the engine and sped through a red light and up a ramp onto the highway.
"Hold on One, I mean really hold on. Shit."
She shot through traffic, cutting between cars at the last second, around trucks, on the side of the road; she was zooming. Soon the cop car was far behind, but One knew from experience there'd be more soon. She needed to get off the highway while she was out of the first car's sight. Right as he thought this, she cut across all four lanes of traffic; damn, that truck came within inches of them; then down an exit ramp and around a corner into a back lot behind an abandoned building. She looked around then rolled her bike into the shadows as the sirens faded into the distance. Letting out a held breath, she leaned against his chest. He brushed his lips against her hair, circled her in his arms. Placing her hands over his hands, she laced her fingers with his and relaxed as the sirens eventually faded completely away.
He waited to see if she would pull away. When she didn't he began by nuzzling the back of her neck, kissing along the sensitive nape and around to the side as she angled her neck toward him. He felt her pulse quicken as he kissed above her carotid, the blood thrumming just below the skin. She was lucky he wasn't a vampire. Up the neck to the ear, yes, he brushed his lips along the edge of her ear, nibbled on the earlobe.
"Yes," he whispered, "we are your bitch. Umm," he slid one hand up to stroke her neck, while continuing to nuzzle her ear and whisper, "Yes." The other hand he used to cup her right breast, moving his thumb over the spot where her nipple would be if he could feel it through her leather jacket. Yes, that was the place. He was gratified to hear her indrawn breath, feel her slightly arch her back. She turned to face him, he could see her lips part in anticipation of a kiss. He wanted to kiss her, but he'd make her ask first, wanted to hear her ask. So he leaned in and waited for a split second, a smirk on his lips. He watched her face, first filled with desire, then with what? Guilt? Why would she feel guilty?
Instead of asking, she turned back around, leaned slightly forward, and said, "Ready to go home?"
"No," he said flatly, and heard her chuckle. Nibbling at her throat, he cupped both her breasts and felt her writhe against him, then heard her low moan. She wasn't ready to leave either. He slid one hand up to the zipper on her jacket, "No, we are not. Turn around and let us show you what we want," he whispered in her ear as he drew the zipper down. He slipped a hand under the jacket and realized she'd worn her t-shirt under it. Damn.
She was still hesitating, what was wrong? He'd waited long enough, he pulled her around and into his arms, held the back of her head and kissed her passionately. Yes, that was good, he felt her press her body into him, return the kiss, slide her hands down and loosen the belt of his workout jacket, slide them under the jacket, over his chest, shoulders and back. He pulled her off the bike and held her against the wall of the building as he kissed her, both hands cupping her ass, his leg in her groin. He'd take her right here, right now, he didn't care who saw them.
At first she responded, her nails digging into his back, her tongue in his mouth, body shivering against him. Then she pressed her hands against his chest. He did not want to stop, no, not at all. She pressed a little harder and he felt Two send him a warning image of Killa crying. Ugh.
He leaned back with a groan and loosened his hold. She leaned against him panting, then said, "One I, I kissed your brother earlier today. It just happened." She paused but didn't look at him, her voice filled with shame and confusion, "I, I'm not like this, I don't know what's wrong with me." She still didn't look at him, what did she feel ashamed for? She must think they were jealous of each other, well, they had acted competitive he supposed.
"We know. We are not jealous of each other."
"Never?"
"No, competitive, but not jealous. We share what we both desire similarly."
"You share?" Her voice sounded both curious and repulsed.
"Yes." How could he explain it to her? He felt her withdraw a little.
"Killa, we are, there is a link between us closer than many twins. We usually have lovers separately, but we have made love to a woman together."
"Ummm, I have never, well, done anything like that. I don't think, well my friend Liz might be interested. Oh, that came out wrong." She leaned back and looked up at him, her lips were slightly bruised, her hair messy from where he had his hands in it, he touched her lips and felt her respond. Her body knew what it wanted; he just had to find a way around the useless human morals. A good challenge, no matter how frustrating--it would be sweet when she finally gave in, and all that pent up passion released.
"We are not interested in Liz." She was still in his arms, perhaps he was persuading her. He felt his brother touch his mind--Two reminded him of what Killa did when he let her go. One paused and reviewed his experiences with human females in general.
"You are free to do as you wish, we are happy with your company in whatever measure or manner you care to give it." He paused and saw her expression soften. Good. He continued, "You know we both desire you," he leaned in, "very much," he breathed into her ear, "but we want you to be comfortable," he said as he stepped back and released her. She looked dazed. Two sent him an image of himself giving a big thumbs up.
"Uh, let's get back to the dojo." Her voice was even shaky.
She got back on the bike; he got on after her and chastely circled her waist with his hands. Now was the time to make her think, not to give her more.
Killa thought about what One said all the way back to the dojo. It freaked her out; those two were really decadent. She thought about how freaky it would be to have sex with someone at the same time as her sister. Ewww, how exactly did that work? On the one hand she was really attracted to them both, but wasn't that awfully close to incest? Maybe she could just pick one, but how would she deal with the fact that she still wanted the other one? The truth was she wanted them both, it was hard to admit it, but she did. She just didn't want them at the same time. She would have to talk to her friend Liz who was a lot more adventurous than her.
Normally Killa was the one in control, but when the twins touched her she had a hard time remembering why she needed to set limits. She liked it, and she didn't like it. It felt glorious, but it also felt like if she gave in to them, they would change her, control her, something. Pushing, they were always pushing her limits, whether it was on the mat or sexually, and it seemed deliberate, like they knew what they were doing to her. Killa felt like another world was opening to her, a world that she wasn't sure she wanted to be a part of.
And what did they do when they weren't teaching Karate? She'd looked around their loft-the furnishings were terribly expensive and elegantly displayed in an understated way that said not just money, but wealth. Randall knew them, or knew something about them. Other people couldn't read Randall, but she could, like a book. He knew the twins and was nervous of them. That gave her real pause--Randall wasn't nervous around anybody. Belligerent? Yes. Obnoxious? Yes. Antagonistic? You bet. Nervous? Never, at least until today. Her and Randall were going to have a little chat, then she was going to talk to Liz and do some real thinking about what she wanted. No way was she going to let someone else control her, her life or her anything.
Killa pulled up to the dojo and got off her bike. Two walked up smirking, expecting her to give him a ride as well. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, a multicolor sunset blooming across the sky. Two was silhouetted against the last rays of the sun, his hair and skin a slightly golden color as they reflected the light. They were so beautiful; it really was hard to resist them.
"May we have a ride Miss?" He said sweetly.
How could she say no? "Sure, but I need to get Randall home so it will be short."
Two looked questioningly at Randall who actually smiled a half-smile at the twin and said, "No hurry, Killer. Take your time. Two and I had a good conversation while you were gone. I'll wait for him." Randall emphasized "him." Weird, so he liked Two but didn't like One? Huh.
Randall watched Two climb on the back of the bike and grasp Killer around the waist as they rolled out of the parking lot. She was being more careful with Two, going a little slower. That guy was ok. He'd learned more about automatic weapons in the last twenty minutes than he had in the last year. Plus, they didn't exactly talk about Killer, but he could tell from the way the guy acted that he didn't just want to screw her, but he liked her too, maybe more than he realized. Shame his brother was such an ass. But, then, if it had been him and some guy'd shown up with a big expensive present for a girl he wanted, he'd have probably done the same, maybe worse. Two was ok. One he'd have to tolerate. It could be worse; she could be still dating Kolby. At least these guys treated her like an equal.
Randall hated Kolby, still hated him and the guy was supposed to be dead. Little weasely bastard made him sick, acted one way in front of Killer, then another behind her back. Guy had always been a bully, then he started bullying Killer too and Randall would have killed him if she hadn't got rid of him. He was real proud of her for that, took some guts. Only problem, she hadn't dated any guy since for more than a month. I mean, it was college, and Killer was no virgin, but he wanted her to be happy. These two ought to keep her busy for a while, and they'd be able to handle her without being intimidated by how fing smart she was. Plus, they were clearly more experienced than college boys so if she pulled some of the bullshit he'd seen her pull on guys before; they'd be able to deal with it.
Her and Liz, Christ, they were a pair. Katie and Kiko weren't so bad, but get Killer and Liz together and watch out. He wondered how the twins would deal with Killer when Liz was around. Heh, he'd have to make sure he was there for that. He wished Liz weren't in college, were more like him. He knew she liked the bad boy him, but didn't know of she'd like the real him. Killer knew him, and that was ok because she just sort of was around until she got to know him. But it was hard for him to trust someone else, though he'd watched Liz for the last three years and he thought she might be ok.
She was hot, and wild, and that was good in his book, but he'd also seen her be a good and caring friend to Killer so he knew there was more to her than a booming body. Killer kept trying to get him to ask Liz out, kept encouraging him. Hell, Liz'd asked him out at least fifty times, it was becoming a joke. He'd see her and she'd say, "Wanna go out?" instead of "Hi," then grin a goofy grin that he never saw her use with anyone else but him. He kept ducking his head and saying, "Maybe next time," and then grinning back. He never grinned. It was embarrassing.
One was standing there silent just staring at him like he was a show. Now that guy was a bit scary. Intense. Randall looked back at him evenly, but wasn't saying a damn thing unless spoken to.
"We thank you for waiting on our brother." Did the guy sound a little friendlier? So what.
"Sure."
"We don't like to share. We thought."
"Yeah, I know what you thought." Randall cut him off without thinking, then checked to see of the guy looked pissed. A little.
"You know her well?"
Here it comes, Randall thought. Oh, he'd been down this road before. If he had a dollar for every time a guy Killer was dating had asked him for advice, he'd be rich. He hated that shit. Most of the time he gave them bad advice, hell, ok, all the time he gave bad advice, like really, obviously bad advice like, "Make sure she knows you're the boss." Or, "Never offer to pay for anything, not even your own part of the ticket. Killer really likes to pay for everything, it's a feminist thing." It was his job to weed out the stupid.
"Yeah."
Randall kept waiting for the questions to come, but they didn't. Instead the guy just sort of watched the sunset fade away then said, "We would like to know her well too," and walked back inside the dojo.
Maybe One wasn't so bad after all.
While Randall was thinking and talking to One, Killa and Two rode off into the sunset like something out of a romance novel. After the police chase, and what happened next, Killa stuck to a bit faster than the flow of traffic. Two kept his hands around her waist lightly. She exited the highway and headed for Oceanside, maybe they could catch the last bit of sunset, it really was pretty. Then she could run the bike once around the usual course and get a feel for how it handled. But not too fast, she wouldn't want to hurt Two if something went wrong. And it was hard to really corner well with someone else on the bike.
Two was enjoying the ride immensely. This was more pleasurable than he expected, more surprising not knowing where they were going. He was used to being in control, it was interesting being a passenger. He'd caught bits of what happened between Killa and his brother, but hadn't gotten the whole file yet. It was a good development, she liked them both and it was now out in the open what they wanted. At a minimum, they had finally made a good start on a human friend.
He was amused by that friend of hers as well, Randall. The human was vicious, playful, tricky, funny and loyal to his one friend. Interesting. Knew a lot about weapons too. Liked Bowie knives, but not straight razors, sad choice that.
Humans would call today beautiful, and surprisingly he would too, for once. He normally did not at all understand the human obsession with weather, but it was a mild cool day that made riding pleasurable. When the sun went down, it would chill, which would give him an excuse to hold Killa closer. Wonderful weather.
Killa turned into the first of the curves as the land fell away behind them and the ocean came into view. Magnificent, she could see the sun burning across the water around the edge of the cliff. A switchback and a curve, then they could pause at one of her favorite places and watch the sun slip into shadow.
Killa slowed the bike and rolled off the road onto the edge. She got off the bike and took Two by the hand, led him almost to the edge of the cliff and sat down. He put his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest as he stroked her hair. Together they watched the sun disappear, then the afterglow fade until twilight reigned.
Two did not exactly know what this feeling was, but he thought it might be contentment. It was not unpleasant. He was quite pleased to simply hold Killa and watch an imaginary sun slip into imaginary water. Oddly, he found this activity satisfying, very satisfying indeed. Yes, it had to be contentment, because he still wanted her, but was content to hold her since she was obviously enjoying it so much. Contentment.
At first Killa expected Two to try to kiss her, that was pretty much par for both of them. And as good as the kisses were, she felt like sex was all they wanted from her. This was sort of a test, let's see what one of them does in a truly romantic setting, do they ever just enjoy the moment? Surprisingly Two at least did.
Finally the twilight faded and the stars began to come out. Killa stood up, then asked Two, "Do you want to see the course I won my bike on? I won't go too fast, I promise."
Two smiled and said, "Go as fast as you like. We like fast."
"I can't corner as well with another person on the bike, but I'll make it fast enough."
They walked back to the bike. Right before they got back on, Two held her for a moment, then bent his head and lightly kissed her on the lips. "For luck," he said softly as he released her. She smiled and touched her fingers to his lips.