Motorcycle Rides
Amélie put on a black slip dress, with a deep slit running up her thigh. She put on a pearl bracelet and necklace, and she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She wanted her outfit be simple, yet elegant. Her hair was tied back in a bun with some hair hanging out in the front on either side. Her stomach flutters slightly as the clock nears 7:15.
7:12.. 7:13..
Amélie sighed dreamily and fixed her hair. She went to sit down on the soft bed while she waited, but before she could sit down, she heard a knock at the door. She smiled, and her heart jumps slightly. Amélie walked to the door, and opened it. There stood Ashe, wearing a plain red dress with a leather jacket on top. Ashe waved, and flushed slightly.
"Hey there, sugar." she purred, an involuntary smirk appearing across her lips. She couldn't help herself.
"Bonjour, cherie." Amélie responded, her striking eyes locking onto Ashe's eyes. They stand and stare at each other for a moment, just taking in each other's features. Amélie's eyes lingered on Ashe's lips for a moment, before regaining eye contact. She grinned cheekily.
"So, where are you taking me, ma belle?" she asked, putting on a light jacket and walking out the door with Ashe by her side. They walked down the hallway, to the elevator. "Just a bar downtown, a bit fancier than the ones I usually go to." Ashe responded, and she pushed the elevator button to open the doors. As they wait, their hands entwine subconsciously. Once the metal doors open, they walk in and Ashe looks down at their hands.
"A-are we.. holding hands?" she said, blushing a bit. Amélie looks down, she hadn't even noticed that their hands were entwined.
"It appears so." Amélie smirks. "Is that okay with you, cherie?" she asked, locking eyes with Ashe as she presses the 'lobby' button.
Ashe chuckled nervously and nods. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, sweetheart."
The metal elevator doors open slowly, and they step out into the elegant bustling hotel lobby. It was ornately decorated with hues of gold and red. They walk out the door, their hands still entwined. Ashe smiled to herself as they walk out of the doors. The June weather was warm, and the sun had just begun to set as the arrive at Ashe's motorcycle.
"You ever ridden a bike, sugar?" Ashe asked, handing Amélie a shiny black helmet. Amélie eyed the helmet before looking back at Ashe.
"I don't believe I have.."
"Alright, then." Ashe chuckled and puts on Amélie's helmet for her. "Just hold on to me, and you'll be fine." she explained with a smile, pulling on her own helmet. Amélie would normally say how she was quite capable of putting on her own helmet, but she let it slide. She'd never admit it, but she actually enjoyed Ashe's little acts of kindness. She nodded, and hopped on the back of the motorcycle, holding Ashe close to her for support. She could smell the sweet scent of Ashe's perfume, and her stomach flutters again.
"You ready, sugar?" Ashe asked, glancing back at Amélie. She nodded, her head brushing against Ashe's back. The engine roared to life, and they were off. Amélie loved feeling this feeling of freedom, the warm summer wind in her hair, holding on tight to the most stunning woman she'd ever met. She could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest, even with the deafening sound of the engine. They drove, not saying a word, for about 5 minutes before they arrived at their destination. It was a fancy yet modern-looking bar and restaurant, and it was very busy. Customers sat outside on the patio, eating and chatting, as rock-n-roll played softly over the speakers.
Ashe pulled over, and took off her helmet. Amélie pulled off her helmet as well, and she glances at Ashe, smiling slightly.
"Was that fun or what?" Ashe said with a chuckle. Amélie just gazes into her eyes, taking in her beauty, and she just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I enjoyed that very much.. thank you, cherie." Amélie responded, her elegant voice filling Ashe's ears. Amélie smooths out her own hair, pushing flyaways behind her ears. Ashe smiles lovingly and puts her hand on Amélie's cheek. "Your hair looks beautiful, sugar."
For the first time in a long time, Amélie blushed. It felt nice, she felt almost whole. Ashe smiled at her, and offered her hand again. Amélie took her hand and they walked into the bustling bar-and-restaurant. Amélie looked impressed at the fancy place, and she smiled. "You didn't strike me as the fancy type, cherie." she said, looking at Ashe. "Well, I'm not, but I thought of this place and thought you'd like it.." she paused. "You do like it, right?" she added with a nervous smile. Amélie laughed and nodded. "I love it, cherie." she responded, as the waitress comes to seat them.
"Table for two?" she said, plastering a fake smile on her face. The girl looked no older than 22, so it was very obvious she didn't want to be there on a Saturday night. Amélie nodded, glaring at the girl. Her face was back to her normal, cold, assassin face. The waitress scowled and leads them to their table with a scoff.
What a bitch..
They sat down at their table, eyeing the rude waiter as she dropped off the menus and walked away with a roll of her eyes. They turned back to face eachother, and Amelie's expression softened almost immediately. Ashe passed Amélie a menu.
"So, how long are you staying in town?"