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First Encounters

From the outside, the building was everything Fang expected. Dirty, rowdy, and sleazy. When Vanille suggested that Fang go to the local bar, having seen enough of her older sister moping around their two bedroom home, she tried to find any excuse out of it. Never being a quick thinker, she came up empty handed. So here she was, dressed in a plain blue V-neck and a pair of ripped skinny jeans, standing outside of Lebreau's Bar. She drew in one last smoke from her cigarette, tossing it onto the liquor stained pavement before walking inside. She scoped the area, looking for anything that didn't scream predictable.

She took in the pool tables in the far back along with the dartboards by the restrooms, the open dance floor that was mostly empty, apart from the two men grinding on each other like the world around them never existed. She spotted the wall length bar on the left side of the room, where a pretty brunette was waitressing. Deciding that a drink was in order, Fang made her way to the bar before taking a seat on the stool.

"What can I get for ya?" The waitress asked, leaning on the table enough to be considered resting. Fang tore her eyes from the push up bra sticking out from the top of the woman's low cut shirt before looking at the bottle selection. She noticed the stronger alcohol seemed to be lacking. "I'll take a shot of bourbon."

She watched the girl let out a whistle before grabbing two shot glasses and filling them to the brim with the strong whiskey. She ran her fingers through her short hair before setting both of drinks on the counter, "So Aussie, you new in town or is it just your first time coming to a gay bar?" The bartender asked, topping her question off with a wink.

Fang reached for her shot, pulling it towards her before shrugging her shoulders, "Guess I thought I'd try something new." She watched the woman raise an eyebrow before a seductive smile crossed her features.

"Well, to new beginnings. Cheers!" She said, holding her glass elevated in the air. It took Fang a second to realize what she was doing, but she quickly followed the action, letting their glasses click together before tapping it on the table once and downing it in one go. She coughed, not from the strength of the alcohol but from the burning sensation that filled her throat, never having gotten used to the feeling. The one across the bar stuck her hand out in greetings. "Lebreau." She introduced.

"Fang." She returned the gesture, firmly grasping Lebreau's hand. She was slightly surprised that this woman was the owner of the bar, but given the slutty clothes she was wearing, it shouldn't have been all that surprising. She watched the woman walk towards the other end of the bar, retrieving drinks for the other drunks. The bartender wore a tight fitting shirt that stopped mid riff on top of the one-size-too-small push up bra she had seen earlier. She was also wearing a pair of too-short shorts over a purple throng, seeing the strings cling to her waist. Fang was having trouble pulling her eyes away from the woman's lower back, not like she was the only one staring.

After a few minutes, Lebreau showed up again, this time with shot glass filled with clear liquid. She placed it in front of Fang before pointing down towards the other end of the bar, "This one's on her." Fang blinked a few times before her eyes followed the direction the waitress was pointing to.

On of the end sat a strawberry blonde. Looking the woman over once, Fang felt the color didn't suit her. She noticed the leather brown boots the woman wore under the dark wash jeans made specially for the shoes. She couldn't tell what kind of shirt the girl was wearing but she noticed the white leather jacket that fit her snuggly, especially tighter around the woman's biceps. Her hair was in an asymmetrical cut, having the left side longer than the right, allowing some of her cool exterior to seep through. She noticed the unlit cigarette hanging from the woman's lips, noticed the piercing blue eyes that seemed to say, 'I wanna do bad things to you.' No, strawberry blonde definitely did not suit the biker.

The woman lifted her glass in a similar fashion as Lebreau earlier, which Fang had no trouble following. The moment the liquor hit her tongue, she could tell it was stronger than the bourbon she had, though she couldn't place her finger on exactly what it was. After downing the smooth alcohol, Fang couldn't help the shiver that ran up her spine, still feeling the woman's eyes on her. A sigh escaped her lips, feeling warmth from the alcohol sliding down her throat. Hot and cold, a very common yet, uncommon mixture.

On the forth shot, Fang began to feel the effects of the alcohol. She smirked to herself, which only seemed to evoke a raised eyebrow from her audience. She shook her head slightly, before letting out a small chuckle. "Can't believe this is happening." She said to herself. When she looked back, she saw the woman responsible for her tipsy state handing the bartender a piece of paper, before paying her bill and walking out. Fang couldn't help but to feel a ping of sadness as she watched the retreating form walk out the door. "Damn that girl..." She heard Lebreau curse before handing her the same piece of paper the same woman handed her a minute ago. Fang looked over the paper, seeing, reading, memorizing the message before thinking over what it said.

Out Back

Did this girl think I was that easy? That I would play as payment for the drinks I never asked for? Just who does she think she is! Just because I came to a bar alone, doesn't mean I'm desperate, I was just going out for a drink! If she thought she could just have her way with me, then she had another thing coming. Why, I should tell her off.

Fang stood up from her bar stool, swaying out of the bar towards the back of the building to give this woman the what for. Turning the corner, she noticed the woman leaning against a motorcycle. She had her arms crossed with the same cigarette from earlier burning from one hand. She must have heard Fang's footsteps echo because she turned her head towards the sound, locking eyes with the Australian before taking a long drag from the tobacco stick before flicking it across the alleyway.

The motorcycle was mainly white with the custom body paint being Gold and Green. It reminded Fang of a stallion, with how much horsepower this thing could wield. It was built for speed, and surprisingly power, having studied quite a bit on this particular make of motorcycles, it was also a limited edition if Fang remembered correctly, being one out of six. The creator named Etro made the collection and only succeeded in making six different bikes, she called it Eidolon. The one before her was named Odin, if the name on the side didn't give it away. It was the definition of grace, elegance, and destruction. It was a carbon copy of its rider.

When she got close enough, she watched the biker pull on her green, gold, and silver helmet before throwing her leg over, effectively mounting her motorcycle. Fang lost the words forming on her tongue upon noticing the small flesh that was now exposed thanks to the woman's leather jacket riding up. She had stopped right next to the bike, taking in the astounding sight before her.

The woman handed Fang a purple and black helmet before scooting up more on her bike, "Get on." She instructed with a cool, yet, husky voice. For the second time that night, Fang felt the chills run down her spine. She allowed the small fire in her core to alight, hoping she wouldn't have to extinguish the flames herself. She pulled the helmet on before mounting the bike as well, wrapping her arms tightly around the woman's waist. Fang could feel the taut muscles of the woman's abs underneath the leather, only excited Fang more. She felt the engine start, the vibrations not doing anything to help the need that started to arise. What did I get myself into?

The ride seemed quick, though it should have, since they were traveling at lightning speed. Fang wouldn't be able to find her way home even if she wanted to, she was lost in the feel of the wind on her skin, the world passing before her eyes, and the smell of the mysterious bad girl she clung to. She didn't know what she was getting herself into but she didn't care. The danger of this woman was making her want her all the more.

They hadn't said a word since the alleyway, which Fang preferred. She dismounted Odin once they were parked in the garage of a two story home. She followed behind the motorcyclist as she walked into the house from the garage door. She didn't have much time to take in her darkened surroundings before the biker's lips attacked her own. Her lips were nothing like Fang expected them to be. They were soft, warm, not at all like the woman's exterior. Just when she started to adjust to the woman kissing her, the strawberry blonde bit her lower lip. It wasn't hard but it was rough enough to cause Fang to unexpectedly moan.

She seemed to enjoy the sound, shoving the Australian into the neighboring wall before attacking her lips again, only now, she added tongue. Her hands were nowhere but everywhere at the same time. Once nifty fingers found the hem of her shirt, it was quickly discarded. Fang felt lips nibbling away at her neck, leaving hot, wet kisses until the biker found her pulse. She sucked hard, only causing Fang to squeeze her eyes shut from the sensation. "Damn, sunshine..." Fang breathed before letting her head roll back. It was meant to be a joke, but it had fit the woman, being the complete opposite of what Fang would expect.

"Lightning..." She heard the woman, felt the breath along her skin. When she tried the name out, she reattached herself to Fang's neck, making the name come out as a breathy moan. She felt Lightning smirk against her before she was hoisted into the air. She wrapped her legs around Lightning's waist before going back in for a kiss. She felt them moving, assumed it was to a bedroom. She drew back little, saying her name onto the other woman's lips. Lightning placed her on the bed before pulling away to remove her jacket and shirt, reveling no bra.

"Nice to meet you, Fang." She humorously smiled before climbing onto the bed, which made Fang subconsciously crawl back. When Lightning was right above her, they kissed again, meeting in the middle. As her hands undid the front clasp of Fang's bra, Fang's hands decided to explore the woman's body. She felt the abs from earlier, traveling up to her pale breast. She was surprised at their fullness, not looking so big from afar.

Lightning broke away to undo the buckle on Fang's pants before reaching down to feel her excitement. Fang let out another moan, not used to the rough way Lightning was handling her. One thing was certain, she definitely wanted to be handled more often. Light went for Fang's right nipple while massaging her lower lips, continuing to ignite more sounds from the Australian.

Lightning's attention wasn't enough to push Fang over the edge, but it was enough to make her crave more. The biker seemed to have noticed her frustrations, since she positioned two fingers at Fang's entrance. "You're not a virgin, are you?" Lightning asked, wanted to take the necessary steps if she was.

"No." Fang lied. It wasn't that she was lying, so much as she was bending the truth. She wasn't a virgin if the vibrator under her mattress was any consolation to the matter. Lightning didn't need anymore coaching before pushing her two fingers into Fang's awaiting center. Her name escaped Fang's lips. Light knew from the tightness that Fang had been lying.

It wasn't long before Fang was trembling beneath Lightning. Her breathing shortened and her hips bucking every few seconds. Lightning followed Fang's instructions, deep and slow, hoping to prolong the inevitable. Just a few more thrusts judging by Fang's vocals. One hand buried deep into her pants while the other worked her sensitive nipple, alternating with her mouth. "Almost there..." Fang whispered, though it didn't give Lightning enough warning as Fang threw her head back and bucked her hips.

Her walls clenched around Lightning's powerful fingers, still feeling them moving deep inside her. A breathless moan left her lips, which only seemed to fuel Light to be going. Fang tried to ride out her orgasm but the woman's experienced fingers didn't let up, bring Fang into her second, stronger, orgasm.

She pulled the motorcyclist into a sensual french kiss. She didn't know what to expect, never experienced an orgasm with another person, Fang wanted to return the favor. Lightning grabbed her wrist halting her hands from reaching their destination. "Easy there, Hunter. Rest first, then we can have some real fun." Lightning said, placing a kiss onto Fang's forehead before making her way to the bathroom.

"Oh, and Fang?" Lightning hollered, poking her head out from the bathroom.

Sleepiness overran her mind, causing Fang to feel completely drained. She was laying with her hands behind her head, a pleased smile on her face. "Hm?" She hummed in response, waiting for sleep to fully engulf her.

"You should come out more often."

A/N:

First, I would like to apologize for how long I've been away for. Second, I would like to worm myself back into your minds. I thoroughly went through these chapters for spelling errors, but I am only human so if you see anymore, please let me know. I hope you enjoyed.