A/N: So this was going to be quite a long one shot and I swear I had a plot for this but I just skipped to writing the fun part. Probably went overboard as well but eh... Also the reason why this should probably be bumped up to M.

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The wind was racing in their ears, screeching louder than the engine that left a trail of smoke behind on the deserted streets. Red and green mixed into a sense of unease that was completely ignored by the racing tempo in their chests. The wind was shuddering around to them, nipping at their necks, that turned Cinder's skin into ice as Ruby lazily, sloppily continued to kiss her.

The touches that she traced over her skin was electric, buzzing like the sudden radio static as Cinder swerved into an unknown dirt path. The only clear trail being the star splattered sky, overhanging trees and blinking moon from above.

The winds carried Ruby's whispers into Cinder's ear, but kept them secret from the world. Tire tracks turned into clouds of dust and Ruby's kisses, into nips and bites. Trailing up, higher until she was teasing them woman's earlobe with her teeth while her hand slid down.

Contemplating. It was a dangerous move, she was playing with fire, toying with a woman who could barely control herself when pushed too far. Oh but how she loved that wildfire. The flames that danced across her skin whenever Cinder touched her. She wanted to drink in the smoke of her lover's breath as it mingled with her own.

Gasoline and burnt rubber.

Without warning, Ruby's fingers dipped under the fabric of her jeans, teasing the wet fabric of her panties. The girl smiled when she could feel the other's moan vibrate down her spine. Ruby's teeth grazed softly along Cinder's jawline.

Her fingers inched their way under the lace with each stroke against her folds. Languidly going through the motions until they were slick with fluids. The road, blurred slits. Cinder's eyes fogged over like frosted glass in the frigid air.

As Ruby's movement started to speed up, so did Cinder, knuckles turning white around the rattling gear stick that she forced into sixth gear. The needle swerved into red. Pebbles pelted past them and the ground stated to give in, losing traction. Faster. Faster. Slipping. Skidding. Closer to the freedom that threatened to swallow them whole.

But neither of them wanted to slow down, come down from the high that would plummet them into an approaching gorge. Without warning, Cinder felt Ruby's fingers curl into her slick heat.

A guttural moan. A dead end. Static. Panic. Shivering. Instead of the soothing abyss, the painful scream of skidding tires and crunching metal.

And once the dust had settled...

Silence.