Private Indecency - Satsuki & Evelyn

[FreestylePoet]

It was a nice day. Bright, warm, breezy, disarming. Perfect for an impromptu date on the town. Satsuki grinned at her partner's reaction to seeing the bike, tying up her hair for the journey ahead and offering a band for Evelyn to do the same, should she wish. "Ah, so not a total virgin then. Just a lil' inexperienced." She punctuated the innuendo with a wink. "I'll show you a thing or two. It'll be fun!"

Then she bounded off towards the vehicle, seating herself astride. "I, uh, I'm much more of a car gal myself, but I don't wanna get my seats all sweaty after the gym." Her pre-ride mental checklist complete, she scooted forward, wiggling a bit atop the seat as if to indicate where Evelyn ought to sit. "The thing's custom-made, so there's only really enough room for one... But we can get cozy, can't we?"

The engine revved and primed itself for the journey ahead. Satsuki did the same. She flipped the kickstand up, replacing it with a worn sneaker. She gave the throttle two experimental twists, hearing the engine growl its assent. And finally, she rolled her shoulders. The limbering motion caused her cropped sweater to bunch up, exposing more of her sleekly toned midriff for Evelyn to clutch. As if unaware of her actions, Satsuki craned her head back with an all-too-innocent grin. "You better hang on."

One moment was all Evelyn had to make ready. At first contact, Satsuki set off at top speed! A 21-gun-salute roared beneath the duo, putting Evelyn's finger pistols to shame. The asphalt, brick, trees, and grass all became blurs as she set out across the parking lot. Rows of cars became the markers of a racetrack as Satsuki endeavored to make a full lap. And once they returned to the spot from which they came, the forward motion gave way to a momentous spin. One, two, three donuts were the order of the day, each one leaving angry black tire tracks burnt into the pavement.

Gracefully, she stopped, turning back to her companion. "Sorry," was her cheeky defense, "Couldn't resist." Then, she set off once more, this time at a much more sane pace. The engine putt-putt-putted along as she exited the parking lot and made for the city's straightaways.

[Monsy]

She had this dumbfounded look after the innuendo, like question marks can bob and flutter around her head as she tied her hair up. When they continued headway, Evelyn sighed, pursed her bottom lip for a second, and nodded, “Story of my life.” She said in a whisper, then stretched her arms overhead, arching one arm over to grab the elbow and groan quietly with the motion. “A-Ok!”

She trotted to catch up, tilting her head towards Satsuki’s backside. Not to sneak peeks, but to spot the absolute lack of seat, though it was a perk. Mathematical equations fired off inside her head, so she froze and nodded along to what they had to say. “Yeah…” And continued nodding, reaching up and scratching her cheek. “I get yah… Yah… Yah… wait, cozy?” Now the prior mathematical dilemmas turned to paradoxes. Unanswerable beyond her body, moving on its own, placing one hand on the tail, then lifting a knee over. “Right… Then I guess I just gotta…” Her leg draped over the other side, and she eased on until their hips snuggled, and Evelyn reached back with one hand on the tail, the other primed on her own thigh. This engine’s teeth sounded like a rumbling bear. Something told her she should grab tighter on what she held, perhaps something better. She saw their cropped sweater roll up and under the wind’s mercy, and bit her lip, wanting to pull it back down for their sake, then averted her eyes and coughed. “What?”

The first second is when Evelyn’s soul left her body. Her stomach turned into knots, and she felt stiff. She leaned back a bit from the surprising torque, and that’s all it took for Evelyn to ravel two arms around Satsuki’s stomach, clutching the opposite elbow. However, one missed and latched onto their side, with digging fingertips pressing down. They were lucky, she maintained. Then the donuts.. Oh, the donuts. A scream followed suit, closed-eyed, her chest mushrooming into their back while her face buried into their shoulder. “OH-OKAYIMGONNADIEIMGONNADIEIMGONNA--…”

When they stopped, Evelyn was shivering. Her eyes steadily opened when she heard their voice as though it were the angel on the other side. Nope… Just the face of one. “D-Die… Hey, that was kind of fun…”

Everything else was much easier. She’d ease her grip as they made headway onto the roads. Dazzling tall buildings, the sparkle of windows as sunlight bounced off. The idle chatter of folks, the honk of cars, the smell of leather and her own conditioner, perhaps mixed with distant food stops. Evelyn found the time to look around as the images didn’t need to waste away. The wind whipped her hair up into a lovely white frame. Without another, this moment would’ve felt so cold.

“I mean… Really kinda fun. And u-uh, sorry I screamed…”

[FreestylePoet]

Tokyo passed by at a languid pace. Sparse LAW facilities gave way to mountains of glass and steel, bathed in the orange of a sun just minutes away from the horizon. A distinctly urban din of man and machine alike rose to life, though still drowned out by the roar of the engine and the whipping of the wind amidst her few strands of untucked hair. Even as they drove into the heart of the city, progress still came easily. The natural ebbs and flows of traffic were thwarted by brief dives between cars – small liberties that indulged her thrill-seeking ways without sending her passenger into conniptions.

All of it sent her into a trance of sorts. Though her eyes were on the road, her mind couldn't help but wander behind her. To the two warm fetters currently wrapped around her abdomen. Physical intimacy was familiar to Satsuki, of course, but somehow this felt different. In her world, the boundaries of personal space were often broken as a teasing precursor to sex. A promise of more to come. If their positions had been reversed, unsubtle grazes and breathy ghosts would be sureties. No inch of their midriff would go unfelt, and even her smaller breasts would do all they could to make their presence known upon their back.

By contrast, there was something so innocent, so naïve in the way that Evelyn held her. It didn't take a poker shark's trained eye to read the open book laid between their arms. They'd met, what, less than an hour ago? Exchanged no more than a dozen sentences on each side? And yet here they were, with one's chin nestled upon the other's shoulder, a capstone to a horribly tender pose.

"Hm?" Their voice was almost lost between the newfound thrumming of her heart. She swallowed that seed of doubt, then pulled out her most trusty weapon: Incorrigible smugness. "Heh, no worries. Screaming's how you let me know you're having fun, after all." A brief pause, filled only with the hanging innuendo. Then she blurted, "If you want, I could show you some of my other rides sometime."

The softness in her early offer for a second meeting was unexpected, even to Satsuki herself. Perhaps it might not even be heard over the rush hour cacophony, if not for the proximity of their heads. She almost wished it wouldn't be.

[Monsy]

She was in thrall to all her senses.
They moved so leisurely through the hordes of steel, Evelyn hardly thought of them as cars, but little obstacles for them to drive by. It kept things, well, blurred. The sights of this monstrous city, embodied that of beauty and the zenith of metropolis lifestyle. People no longer had faces, they became this moving art in her eyes as they passed. She hunted her reflection in the glass giants surrounding them. Made constellations of all the colour around, the signs like little finger-drawings, a line that followed them as they etched further and further. It was something she missed. And them, rather, this sweet new woman she found, she would be her first new friend in this place. She was sure of it. It sucked being without allies or friends in a place like LAW. In general, she wasn’t longed to not glue herself to a crowd and merge. Yet here, it was different. LAW was different. This was different. She didn’t expect to get handsy, or so comfortable so quickly. There wasn’t any danger. But something told her this was still too fast. Though, even when she let herself go and move with instinct, she found herself glued closer. Curious.

“Other rides?” She asked, “That would be so cool! You’re like rich or something! What kinda rides you got? They like super colourful ones? Super fast? Super expensive? Wait, wait.” One hand reached up and patted her own head, then tapped Satsuki’s in turn. “W-w--w--W-waaaaaait. Where are our helmets? Ain’t this breaking some law? We can get in serious trouble with our job if we get busted for anything, can’t we?”

[FreestylePoet]

"Yup," she stated simply, answering all and none of Evelyn's assumptions at once. It was more of a giggly grunt, or perhaps a grunting giggle, as she tried to balance between shrugging away their taps and keeping her balance on the bike. "And frankly, I don't think there's a traffic cop in the city who could catch me. An ambulance could, though, if you keep being such a cute lil' distraction back there."

"Besides..." Finally, a valley peeked between the glass behemoths. "We're here." With one more left turn (sped through despite the yellow light, naturally), she brought them to a short-standing plaza. There, in the center of it all, stood Fro-Yo-Tan. Adorned with basic paper advertisements and half-junked neon signs, its marquee seemed more dated than economical. For all the glamor of their chariot and all the magnanimity of their path, their final destination was a relative hovel.

That was fine, though. After all, this place had the best damn frozen yogurt in the country, as far as Satsuki was concerned. She puttered into a parking spot, marking the most legal thing she'd done this hour. With a swipe of her palm, the hair-tie was around her wrist once more, and the pink locks flowed free.

Satsuki stepped off the bike, fixing her passenger with a toothy grin. "Hope ya had fun." A stray golden strand whipped to Evelyn's cheek drew a pang in the gambler's heart. Though they were absconded, her princess should still look regal. Despite Evelyn's wind-kissed radiance, the imperfection was glaring. So she leaned forward and brushed it away. Before she could hear any complaints, the Queen of Clubs stepped away from the bike. She bowed and winked, sweeping an arm out wide towards the door. "Milady. After you."

[Monsy]

“Ah..” Is all she had to say in return. They had simplicity in the face of so many questions. Evelyn was perplexed by the idea, and wondering. In the end, she failed to answer her own questions. It brought more thought about them, occupying more space, if not all of it by now. “A-Ahhhhh… Well, I suppose’... if you’re going to do something, get a-away with it?”

Uncertainty cupped her voice as though she discovered a new idea, and blurted it before it gained confidence in her head. The world seemed to disappear for a while. Hearing the bike. Where her hands are. The reality of some of these little things, like how it felt, what she was feeling. At times, she’d almost forgotten her worry. This was kinda nice. No, really nice. Then they stopped. It was over. Her chest fell into Satsuki’s back when they stopped, breaking the prior trance.

“Oof…. a-ah! Really?! O-Oh wait, s-sorry…”

She looked out and first saw the plaza. At first, she quirked a brow, “A-Are you sure?” Then her head dipped, “Oh. Nevermind.”

She stayed on the bike, putting her hands where Satsuki once sat and leaning forward, dwindling back into space, watching, and twirling loose strands that escaped her hair bind around an index finger. “Yeah, I did…”

She nodded frantically, then froze. She didn’t much blink, and her cheeks were pink at the swipe, if not that she just held them for a while, that this was somehow daunting. When she heard them, her head shook any cobwebs, then she quickly undid her hair bind and stepped off the bike to join Satsuki. And to return the gesture, she grabbed her sweat pants' sides, pulled them a little off her hip and curtseyed. “Thank you, fair knight.”

A giggle sauntered out as she straightened up with a bounce. Her head turned upward and around. Skyscrapers and busy streets, a short-stand plaza and a froyo stand. The sun gave each their own sparkle. Evelyn was enamoured by it all, it felt almost homely, despite… “Huh… I don’t think I’ve been around here. It’s kinda embarrassing… I usually get out a lot… But uuum…” Her finger curled inside her lower lip, then snapped to point at the stand, “I-Is that it, right? Those signs look kinda super-duper awesome. Maaaaybe we can come back at night to see them super bright, lets go!…”

A hand reached out to try and scoop up Satsuki’s own, interlocking fingers for a brief second as she took one step. “Come on, let’s gooooo!” She turned red in the face and pulled her hand back. “A-Ah… wait-sorry! I-I didn’t mean t-to do … that.…”

[FreestylePoet]

As always, Evelyn's enthusiasm showed no bounds. She was like a bachelor at his first and last trip to the casino. Gleefully letting herself get dragged from place to place. Evelyn, she wagered, would have gladly lost everything she owned just for this night. That smile of hers certainly seemed to forget the concepts of yesterday and tomorrow. Satsuki almost thought it was contagious.

Then they grasped her fingers, wrapping them up in their own before pulling away with a panicked blush. Satsuki furrowed her brow, both at the contact and at... something else? Her brain, so used to being fully in control, found itself swerving ever so slightly off-course. There was some indescribable mental disconnect, and Satsuki didn't know why. She'd held hands before, of course. Clasped palms in momentary camaraderie. Grazed fingertips to playfully flirt. Tugged a wrist away from danger -- or towards it.

Evelyn's hand seemed to hold something else entirely. She couldn't name it, but she could feel it: Carried on the warm breeze. Spotlit by the setting sun. And memorialized by every nerve ending in her hand. It was surprisingly unfamiliar, as if someone had just pulled a Draw Four in the middle of Texas Hold'Em.

Satsuki summarily dismissed the thought with a smirk. It would be interrogated later in private, perhaps atop her favorite skyscraper with a bottle of wine. Not here, amidst the tinny pop tunes playing from the store's half-dead speakers. "You move fast, don't you?" The tease was delivered with a playful lilt. She winked. "Down, girl. There'll be plenty of time for touching later..." She brushed past Evelyn without so much as looking her way. "If you play your cards right."

The store's door gave way soon enough, punctuated by a bell that should have fallen down years ago. It revealed a colorfully tacky interior, plastered with all sorts of mismatched graphics. Satsuki sauntered up to the counter, greeting the bespectacled girl across from her with a nod. Her eyes roved across the listing for today's flavors. Just then, a deliciously wicked idea popped into her head. Clearing her throat was all she could do to stop herself from breaking out into giggles. "Yo. Could I, uh, get a medium swirl of the raspberry and coconut, please?" Her own job was done, and all she needed to do was wait 'til her dessert was served.

She whipped out a credit card. Beyond platinum, of course. "And whatever she's getting," she added, turning to stick her tongue out at Evelyn.

[Monsy]

The thought of a partner to drag along where she pleased was almost too great. All the things to do and see were perhaps the most compelling thing that moved her hands. She had it all mapped out, too fast, like she was waiting for someone to lean on her so she could tug them along for the ride. But that was just a dream. One that didn’t fit reality. This woman, one she had just met, was an angel in all merits of looks and kindness, she was sure of it, but that little devil leaked on their motorbike. A sense of freedom, maybe? Daring? Evelyn wanted to find out, every last bit.

Racing thoughts fuelled misjudgement and quick withdrawal, she looked as though she was scolding herself without them even showing disapproval first. Evening wind helped to conceal it, with silver hair swiping across her face like fluttering comets and its tails, dancing on her face then falling. Evelyn bit her bottom lip when they asked, nodded, and then shook her head no. She knew it; she fucked up… Wait, huh… A second later, they moved by her, and Evelyn turned, hands close to her chest, “H-Huh? Oh. You mean like, you’ll let me braid your…..” They moved too far for Evelyn to finish her sentence, so sputtered… “...Hair…” She followed with a small job, placing her hand on the start of the door. The bell rattled a second time as she shifted her body inside. Spaces like these felt a little claustrophobic, but there was always a little bit of something to look at.

Glimpses of cultures and history. Colours and smells for new stimuli. She orbited herself to soak it all in, looking up, then down, tilting her head and leaning to see what’s around the edges and minute corners. Secrets if they may, although she knew the chance was so little, might as well adventure. Evelyn turned on her toes like a ballerina when Satsuki gestured and rebutted by pointing a little finger-gun, donning that Fallacy-smirk that told of infallible confidence, then “Bang.” And a wink to finish. She skipped once to the counter, scanning with one hand folded behind her back and the finger gun’s barrel just beneath the lower lip. “Uuuuuummmm. You have lemon? I would be super grateful.”

After receiving the nod, Evelyn turned towards Satsuki again, giving full attention. “Hey. Can I ask you something, Satsuki? Actually, um, it can probably wait until we go outside. I first wanted to say thanks for taking me here. I would’ve been home doing not much of anything otherwise. You go out a lot?”

[FreestylePoet]

Nodding absentmindedly at her companion's order, Satsuki swiped her card. Not even bothering to check the price. She left her name with the eyebagged attendant, and turned to bring Evelyn to a nearby table for two. The mostly-cushioned chair groaned across the grimy tiles as Satsuki sat down. The white-haired woman drew her attention once more. A thanks and a question: Both proof positive that Satsuki had earned her curiosity. All in all, a good sign!

"Out, huh?" Her finger slid back and forth across her chin, and her eyes narrowed. Was it even considered "in" if she didn't have a roof over her head? Or if she lived 50 floors above her Macanese fiefdom? Granted, neither exactly applied to Satsuki anymore, but Evelyn's question was surprisingly complicated for her. The Queen of Clubs was always "at work," in a way... As was her other persona, though she'd hardly had time to make appearances as of late.

After a beat, she nodded. Simple was best. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Clubs, restaurants, that kind of stuff. A few festivals here and there, and, uh, I got a few spots where I like to see the sights." Satsuki's hand then turned from her head's perch into an open-palmed shrug. "What about you? Girl like you shouldn't be cooped up, and besides, you look like you know how to have a good time." She waggled her eyebrows at the dual implications. "No way you just eat, work out, wrestle, sleep, and repeat, right?"

[Monsy]

She didn’t think much of it. After all, it was just frozen yogurt. Evelyn followed to wherever they led, finding herself in a chair and the noise made her scoot a little. Evelyn leaned back and straightened up, prim and proper, folding a leg over the other as her hands piled on her lap, except for these snappy gestures where rebellious strands came free, and she swiped them away or blew.

Information was rather vague but enough. She supposed that was to be expected and made nods to acknowledge, also taking note to not delve too far into her business as well. Or spring off into a tangent, although she totally would if she felt it was right. She just couldn’t mess this up. “Me…. Uuuummmm…” She looked around, first left to right, then upwards to gander at the ceiling right, and back down onto Satsuki. “Y-Yeah.” There was a delay, glancing down as she rubbed the crook of her neck before the confidence started bubbling up again.

“Yeah, no, that’s not what I do. Mmmm, ok.. some .. days I do. But I usually am out for the whole day. I like doing some volunteer work, and, oh! Have you ever been to a cat cafe? I was in Atlanta this one time and stumbled on it. So many walking around, like, anyone with a cat allergy needs a gas mask or.” Her tongue poked out and a thumb dragged across her throat. She leaned forward, elbows on the table as her hands formed a bridge, and her fingers wrestled. “Yeah. Shame it closed. But I found one here and it’s great. I try to visit when I can… Mmmm, what else. Oh, yeah. Nightclubs. Usually by myself in Shinjuku, not many friends here as of yet, but back home, I’d go out a lot with the girls… We were like a moving party, or hahahah, I guess just to ourselves. We’d often get swallowed up in actual house parties. I never usually knew the hosts… But yeah, volunteer work, cat cafe, sometimes clubs, wandering into whatever seems interesting, for better or worse… eat, workout, wrestle, sleep then repeat.” Her head nodded as though to affirm herself. Although inside her head, the seconds that drizzled by, she already started to scold herself.