Fancy a Ride (Savi)

[Julian Keller]

Julian wandered into t garage and walked down the line of cars in the direction of his car, his brand new dark green Camaro. The insurance check had been more than generous, and more than he had expected. He'd used it to purchase the brand new Camaro as well as a Hayabusa both with custom paint jobs. The really great thing was that he'd still had a huge amount of money left over after purchasing the the new toys. He had plans for the night to go out on the town and see what was happening.

Stopping in front of the spot where his car had been parked Julian sighed. The Camaro was missing. But there was a lovely Polaroid of a tattooed hand flipping the bird to the camera. Protocol dictated that he had three guesses to try and figure out who had taken the car, but he only needed one. Savi. Well, the joke was on her. He had expected her to do something like this, that's why the car had OnStar and why he had also stuck a tracker to the thing where she'd never find it. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

"Thank you for calling OnStar..."

Julian groaned and followed the prompts and, eventually, was given GPS coordinates for the car. With that information in hand he disappeared back into the Mansion and quickly, using trash bags, got his hands on every stitch of clothing that Savi owned that she wasn't, at that moment, wearing. Satisfied he left the Mansion and emerged into the cool night air. Hands and eyes glowing he rose into the air and quickly zoomed off in the direction of the car. Within fifteen minutes he had touched down next to the car, beeped it open, and slid behind the wheel. He was tempted to leave the blonde with no means of transportation but then he had a brainwave. An idea. Quite the idea.

Sticking his head out the window of the Camaro Julian looked around. Seeing no one about he put his head back in and, using his powers lifted the car from the ground with him in the driver's seat and sent it zooming off in the direction of the Mansion and, within twenty minutes, the car was touching down in the driveway of the Mansion.

Parking the car back in its spot in the garage Julian disappeared into the Mansion. Ten minutes later he was trotting back into the garage and pulling on a pair of black leather gloves. He had a pair of motorcycle helmets, one of which he was already wearing while the other was tucked under his arm. He'd gone a bit overboard buying helmets for riding, he'd even found one that looked like something Batman would wear, though he hadn't brought that one with him.

Once the gloves were on he zipped up the green and black leather jacket he'd bought for riding. He would have grabbed the spare but he assumed Savi would already have her jacket on. With the helmet still tucked under one arm he straddled the bike and allowed his powers to activate. Lifting the bike from the ground Hellion went speeding off in the direction of where he had found the car.

Touching down on the pavement several blocks from the location Julian slid the bike into traffic from the concert and moved in the direction of where the car had been. As he rolled up on the spot he saw Savi looking around for the car, Dolly was with her as well as some freaky mohawked girl No doubt that one was a tiger in bed.

"Hey, blondie," Julian said from behind the tinted visor and full face mask of the helmet, "You park here? They towed it, watched 'em do it." he flipped the visor on the helmet up so she could see his eyes but nothing more.

"Here," he said, grabbing the spare helmet from where it was clipped and tossing it in Savi's direction. "If you got the balls, I'll give ya a ride to where you're going," he continued, gunning the throttle on the bike and revving the engine. He resisted the urge to arch an eyebrow or say or do anything that would make the blonde thing he was making a reference to sex.

"Pull on the helmet and saddle up, just give me directions." As if he needed directions. Not only did he know where she was living, he knew where Savi slept at night. Well, ok not the exact bed but the room at least, and he had all her extra clothing. Now, to make her wet herself on the ride home.

[Savi Siikriiti]

Ya dig?

Savi and her two new pals, if you could call them that, parted ways as she approached the area she'd parked Julians shiny new toy. Her leather jacket was slung over her shoulder, showing off the cuts and blooming bruises from her time in the pit. Damn that'd been fun. But it had ended all too soon. After all she and the other two females had dominated the pit. She and the mohawked girl had beat the p** out of each other. Zoe. The Brit. She supposed the girl could take a good punch, she dished out the punishment just as well. And Ragdoll? The little goth dished out the punishment with equal fervor. Not to mention she had Mary Jane by the bushel.

And that was just amazing.

Yet she hadn't had her fill. Her body was still thrumming with adrenaline which was amazing since she was also bone stoned. This was the feeling she lived for. The constant blood boiling from the fights and violence but the overwhelming chill of good weed. She was still sucking on a joint as her bloodshot, blooming bruised eyes surveyed the empty spot. She frowned, waving off Zoe and Ragdoll. "Feck." She hissed under her breath, taking another toke. Either Julian tracked that bad boy or it had been towed.

"Hey, blondie. You park here? They towed it, watched 'em do it."

The voice was muffled and the blond turned to the tinted visor. It lifted up to reveal a pair of eyes. They seemed awfully familiar, like she'd been rather close to them in the past. But Savi was stoned. Everything was familiar right now. She looked him over, her sunburst eyes uninterested. She turned her back to him, pulling that leather jacket towards her chest. She took another toke and scowled. Bumming rides was not nearly as fun as driving. Especially when she was driving something stolen. "Damn." She hissed under her breath, a plume of smoke escaping as she spoke. "Wad'nt even my wheels." She said quietly, and then shrugging.

Not her problem anymore.

"If you got the balls, I'll give ya a ride to where you're going. Pull on the helmet and saddle up, just give me directions."

She turned back to the helmeted rider with a shrug. Savi pulled her leather jacket back on, not bothering to zip it up. She just came out of a concert. A little cold air on the girls wasn't gonna harm her any. Savi caught that helmet, quickly braiding her nearly knee length blond hair. She secured the helmet over her head, not liking it one bit. She didn't ride the crotch rockets much, at least not on a regular basis. They just weren't enough machine for her. Nice for a thrill, but that was about it. Not to mention these models didn't rumble like she liked. They were built for speed, which was nice enough. If speed was what you wanted. Once that long braid was nonchalantly thrown over one shoulder and half tucked into the breast of her jacket she sung her leg over the back of his bike.

Savi got comfortable, there being a seat just for her, but it still had her halfway pressed against him. She had to scoot up a bit more, noticing there weren't any bitch handles. She assumed that was on purpose. A lot of these fuckers did this kind of crap, always wanting to cop a feel; even if it wasn't with their hands. She lazily draped her arms forward, her hands gripping the sides of his leather jacket. He was lucky he was wearing the thing, otherwise the shirt she was wearing would have stabbed the hell out of his back. It had left quite a few attackers with bleeding fists.

"Heard of Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters?" She asked quietly, regrettably flicking the roach to the ground. She didn't have any clips in her dorm, and she certainly didn't have a case for roaches on her. She gave out the directions lazily and then slapped that visor down in a very apathetic and uncaring way.

"Lets ko man. I kot s*** to do." She snapped. Mostly she had joints to roll and store in appropriate places. And sleep. Yes sleep would be in order, even though she hadn't gotten her entire fix. Plenty of fists flying, and her busted lip was proof enough. She'd dished out plenty herself, but no one had wanted to accommodate her other needs. Americans... Even the metal heads were pussies.

[Julian Keller]

OOC: It should be assumed he's using his powers for the ENTIRE ride.

"Heard of Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters?"

Julian had flipped the visor back down when Savi had taken him up on the offer of a ride, as he knew she would. By the time this ride was over she was going to be begging, for any number of things, like some alone time where Julian would be allowed to explore every one of her tattoos in intimate detail. He watched as she flicked the joint away, it was still a perfectly good joint. Bending down he retrieved the smoke and held it out to Savi over his shoulder.

"I know where that is, but you should finish," he said, waving the drugs at her. "You've got time, look at this traffic." He gestured to the cars all around them. In truth he wasn't worried about the cars at all, but he imagined she'd want to finish the roach.

"Lets ko man. I kot s*** to do."

"Not yet, blondie," Julian said, his voice muffled by the helmet he was wearing. The helmet that concealed his identity from Savi. She'd never have gotten on the bike if she'd known it was him. Reaching his gloved hands behind him he grabbed the blonde's thighs and pulled until he could get his hands on her butt. Pulling roughly some more he didn't stop until she was smashed up tight against his back then he grabbed her arms and wrapped them tight around his waist.

"I need you snugged up tight, blondie," he said, emphasizing the word need. She'd see why in a moment. If she didn't wet herself. "The fact that it also happens to be what I want is just a happy coincidence." He brought one of her hands up under his helmet just enough to kiss her finger tips, before biting down hard on them. That'd give her a nice little pre-rush before the ride. He then returned her hand and arm to it's spot around his waist.

Nosing the bike out into traffic Julian worked until he was in a good spot. Knowing, from where Savi was, that she couldn't see his eyes if they started glowing and that the gloves would hide the glow from his hands. He powered up and then nosed the bike between two rows of stopped cars. Now the fun could begin, they had reached the top of the first hill of the proverbial roller coaster now came the screaming part.

"Hang on," Julian said, the mischievous tone lost by the muffling affect of the helmet. If she wasn't cinched up tight, she soon would be.

Revving the engine Julian popped the high powered street bike easily up onto one wheel and wheelied between the row of cars, steadying himself and the bike with his powers. After about fifty feet he pushed the bike back down onto both wheels and shot forward like a bullet from a cannon towards the street light.

The light was red, but that wasn't going to stop Julian. Gunning the engine he shot out into the intersection, popping the bike up on the rear wheel and narrowly avoiding the rear end of a Camry as it moved through the intersection. In less than an instant later the bike was down on both wheels and cutting off a massive Hummer. The Hummer's horn blared as the big vehicle bore down on then. Slamming on the front brakes for a split second Julian popped the bike up onto its front tire, almost perpendicular with the ground as the Hayabusa scooted along on the front tire missing a collision with the Hummer by less than an inch.

With the street in front of them clear of traffic for a few blocks Julian revved the engine and the bike shot forward. "Told ya it was a need for you to be close, Blondie," he called over his shoulder, enjoying the way Savi was clutching at him. As far as he was concerned, this was revenge, a chance to get into her pants, and a chance to assert his dominance all rolled up into one great prank. She was in the bitch seat and, by the time they reached the Mansion, he was going to do the best he could to make sure she knew she was his bitch.

In the space of a block Julian had the bike moving at over a hundred miles an hour. He sped down three more blocks, weaving in and out of traffic. The intersection up ahead had another red light, but he had no intention of stopping. Even as a semi towing a trailer nosed out into the intersection. Like that was going to stop Julian.

Cranking the bike to the side, like he was going to lay it down, Julian did just that. As the bike went down he threw out a telekinetic skid plate and the Hayabusa and both riders slid under the trailer in the tiny amount of space between the trailer and the ground. It was like something out of Fast and Furious. With two more telekinetic shoves, Julian got the bike oriented and back up and moving again.

"How you doin' back there, Blondie," he called again, he was in complete control of this ride, but she didn't know that. Nor did she need to. As much as he didn't want to clean up his new bike, he was really hoping that Savi would wet or crap herself. After all, she had nothing to change into back at the Mansion since Julian had bagged up all her clothes and done something with them. Well, except for one of her bras that he had stuffed into his sock drawer, but let's not go there.

The motorcycle's tires screeched bloody murder as Julian wrenched the bike onto I-95 and headed in the direction of the George Washington Bridge. Reaching the suspension bridge's massive cables he popped the bike up and got it onto one of the heavy steel cables. Grinning under his helmet Julian gunned the engine again and the bike sped along the cable rising higher and higher towards the first of the bridge's two tall towers.

At the top of the tower the motorcycle and riders shot out into space. Julian wrenched on the handlebars and the bike flipped twice in the air before touching down on the cable on the far end. Revving the engine he sped down the cable and back up the second one on the far end, enjoying the way Savi was shaking against his back. If the first jump had frightened her the second would scare her shitless.

At the top of the next tower the bike and riders soared off into space and, in a feat that would have made any X-Games rider proud, Julian let go of the bike. "Superman that Ho," he crowed as the bike beginning to fall away from him and Savi. Of course, there was no way for her to know that they wouldn't go splat if he screwed up.

Reaching out with his telekinesis, Julian slowed the bike just enough to be able to grab it and re-secure himself and Savi to it. They got situated just in time for the bike to touch down on the cable once more. Revving the engine Julian popped it onto one wheel the rest of the way down the cable and back onto the blacktop before resuming a two wheeled ride.

[Savi Siikriiti]

Savi had completely ignored his offering her the joint back. She had a sack in her jacket. That tiny roach was of no consequence. Sure she didn't exactly want to just kiss MJ goodbye, but she wanted to get home. That was when she realized she'd left her iPod in Julians car. "Feck." She barked under her voice, ignoring her ride.

"I need you snugged up tight, blondie.The fact that it also happens to be what I want is just a happy coincidence."

Savi highly doubted that, and she was even less convinced when those leather gloved hands grabbed hold of her thigh and pulled her. She regrettably moved closer and hated it even more as that hand firmly grabbed her ass, making sure she was tightly pressed against him. What the hell was up with everyone and grabbing her ass? Seriously, it was getting old. He yanked her arms around him, trying to get her to hold him tightly. Savi did not comply. He took a firm hold on her hand and pulled her fingers to his mouth beneath the helmet. She rolled her eyes as he kissed her fingertips. Her brow did rise, just a bit, however as he bit down hard. Alright, alright, she was intrigued.

Which didn't happen often.

Then again she was already riding her sexual tension from the concert.

She still didn't clutch him like he asked. Her hands lazily held onto his hips, almost resting on his thighs. They moved into traffic and Savi sat idly as she waited for this reason to hold tight. Of course then the front wheel and she did indeed grip his waist so she didn't fall on her ass. It wasn't that she was afraid for her life, but she'd be damned if she tumbled off of a damn crotch rocket. Pride fueled her strong grip on his waist. That and the fact that wheelieing through traffic was fucking fun as shit.

That's a red light........

Her brain quickly did the math as she watched traffic. The odds were not in their favor but once more he sent her on a thrill and made sure they didn't get smashed to bits. She couldn't help herself she let out a howl, the rush of danger closing in on them giving her another adrenaline rush. It was like living in the pit. She watched as the second vehicle, a Hummer no less, was nearly upon them. He slammed on the brakes and she was staring at the pavement for a second while flipping the bird at the Hummers very pissed off driver. Didn't they understand fun? Then again Savi's version of fun wasn't for the weak hearted. He set that back wheel back on the ground while Savi was laughing her ass off. If he meant to frighten her he was barking up the wrong tree.

She assumed, then, that that'd be the end of their little overly-dangerous escapade. She'd assumed wrong, very wrong. They sped through those three blocks with little interference and they were coming up on another red light. This time with a Semi. Ooooh. A Mack. She felt the hair on her arms raise in anticipation. Would this be it? Would she finally pay for her need for danger? Nope. Seconds later she was staring up at the underside of the trailer, even slapping the side of it as they came back up on two wheels. And then they were off once more. She was grinning widely under that helmet having the time of her life. At the very least she'd found a decent enough driver while riding bitch.

"How you doin' back there, Blondie,"

Savi laughed, loudly. One of her arms loosened from his waist, only for a moment as it snaked between his legs. It didn't linger long, just enough for a good tease. "I'm fantastic." She laughed, still completely in the dark as to whom she'd just emphatically groped. She continued laughing, sounding almost insane with enjoyment. For a moment her arms released him completely and moved to the sky. That loose braid caught the wind and snaked out of her jacket to flicker behind them like some golden snake. She pulled it back, shoving it between their bodies as they hit I-95.

Her arms wrapped around him just as he moved onto the cable. What an interesting turn of events. They sped up and she couldn't help the near moan of excitement as they came to the top, flipping that bike like gravity was just a suggestion. She, of course, and held onto him even tighter as her rump had deigned to rise somewhat off the seat. Sh was once more howling at to the sky as they hit the second round. That bike sped up the cable and Savi held onto her driver in anticipation. She was literally shaking with it. And as they went up and over he released the bike. She felt it fall away from her body and she straightened some to make sure her scrunched form didn't mess with their trajectory.

They touched back down onto the seat and that front wheel rose while she rode the wave of adrenaline. Who the hell was this guy? One arm released him, her fist rising to the sky in victory. Hell yes, this was what she missed. She and her pals back in Finland had done crazy shit like this all the time. Though she didn't usually partake in the Motorcycle fun. She prefered her boats of cars for those truly horrifying mountain ninety degree turns. "Feck yes!" She cackled, her head falling back as her arms released him once more. She felt like she was flying on this rush, on top of a kick ass concert, on top of great weed.

She was on fucking cloud nine right now.

Soon she'd wish she had just walked...

[Julian Keller]

"Feck yes!"

"Hey," Julian snapped, grabbing one of her hands and returning it around his body, pulling her tight again as he hit the pavement just short of the toll booth on the New Jersey side of the bridge. The Washington bridge wasn't, at all, on the way back to the Mansion. He'd only come this way because the bridge offered the best cable structure for doing what he'd just done.

"Boobs on my back, Blondie," he growled, loud enough for her to hear. He popped the bike in a quick spinning U-turn and laid down a streak of rubber and he peeled back the way they had come. Except on pavement. Against the flow of traffic. At recklessly high speeds.

"I assume," he called, swerving to the left to avoid a pick-up, "you've figured out," the bike darted to the right, "why I had to grab your thighs and ass earlier to snug you up," he finished. He decided to leave out that he'd also wanted to grab her again, other than the chase he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about the inked foreigner that was so intoxicating.

Up ahead of them, almost at the New York end of the bridge once more, a semi blared its horn and jackknifed as its brakes squealed. In a repeat of the earlier maneuver he laid down the bike and formed a telekinetic skid plate and he slid under the trailer. It was slightly less hair raising the second time around since he knew he could do it. Once under the trailer he popped the bike back up on two wheels and the popped the bike up on a wheelie as he slid back into the proper flow of traffic.

For the next few minutes they tore through downtown New York at speeds ranging from fifty miles per hour to well over one hundred on some straight aways. It didn't take too long for him to spot what he was looking for. Jerking the bike he sent it rumbling down the stairs and into a subway terminal. Down on the train platform he quickly dropped the bike onto the rails, careful to avoid the charged rail that provided power to the train. Rubber tires were an insulator, but no need to push it. Thumbing the light to bright he sped off down the track.

For several moments, and a few more stations, the bike and riders shot along the track. Julian was unable to stop himself from wondering what the vibrations from rolling over the track ties were doing to Savi. He recalled, already quite fondly, the way she'd groped him moments before. It seemed only fair he return the favor for her. That little grope had also caused him to re-evaluate his plans for the night.

Probably best to not reveal himself post ride, he'd have to find a way to exact some payment though. But, he reflected, the mysterious rider persona he had, inadvertently created tonight might have more uses for achieving his end goals with Savi. Pleasant thoughts of a tumble in the hay with the Finn were chased from his mind, however, by the blare of a train horn.

'Uh oh.'

Popping a quick wheelie he got the front tire over the rail, slammed it down and hit the brakes, popped the bike up on the front tire and twisted his hips and swung the rear tire up and over the rail as well. He cleared the railing with just enough time as the train rocketed by in a whoosh of wind. As it passed Julian took a hand from the handlebars and tossed off a jaunty mock salute to the conductor and passengers.

In a few seconds the bike rocketed out of the tunnel onto one of the raised sections of track that ran along above the streets. Jerking the bike he jumped it from the subway route back down to the street, cushioning the landing some with his powers and rocketing off in the direction of the Hutchinson River Parkway Bridge, a drawbridge which was on the way back to the Mansion.

Nearing the bridge he quickly noticed that it was about a third of the way up, and raising. The bridge arms were down and the lights we flashing. The Hayabusa roared around the arms and shot up the raising bridge before shooting off into space.

"Big air," he crowed, spinning and flipping the bike through a complete seven hundred and twenty degree spin with several tumbling flips as they spun through the air. Coming down on the other side he gunned the throttle and shot past the clearly stunned toll taker on the other end of the bridge, tossing off a mock salute.

For several more minutes they shot along the road and quickly found themselves into the city's suburbs, such as they were. Up ahead a freight train was rumbling along train tracks through a crossing. There was no way of going through that. Spinning the bike down a side road that ran parallel to the tracks. Getting in front of the train he jerked the bike onto the crossing and started rumbling along the tracks, gradually slowing down until he, Savi, and the bike were just about ten feet in front of the engine. The train horn blared and its brakes squealed as the engineer threw on the brakes.

"How you doin' back there, Blondie," he shouted to make himself heard over the racket of the train as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her thigh, squeezing hard using his powers to add more power to the squeeze so that it would hurt, he already knew she was very much pro pain.

Revving the engine the bike sped off along the tracks, quickly out distancing the lumbering freight train. Reaching the next crossing he pulled the bike back onto the pavement, gunned the engine, and sent them screaming down a series of roads and out into the country in the direction of Xavier's.

[Savi Siikriiti]

"I assume, you've figured out why I had to grab your thighs and ass earlier to snug you up,"

Savi didn't rightly care at that moment. Bone stoned on adrenaline and good weed. The man just knew how to give a girl a few thrills. She couldn't stop laughing. Whether that was the good dank in her system or the fact that she hadn't been this close to dying in months she was unsure. After all what was the point of adrenaline if there was no real threat of losing your life. They slid under another mack truck trailer and once again Savi slapped her palm on the side as they came back up. She held onto the stranger as he took that crotch rocket down into the subway. She liked where this was going, and as he jumped down onto those tracks she let her hands sneak beneath his leather jacket. And his shirt. Her fingers met flesh and soon after her nails dug into him, hard with no relent.

Those track ties.

She couldn't help herself as she pressed into him fully. The blond yanked one of her hands from beneath his shirt and jacket, bringing her wrist to her mouth. Using her teeth she unclipped her biker glove and shoved it into her inner jacket pocket for safekeeping. And then her bare palm was pressed against his stomach. Her nails dug even deeper as the subway train nearly smashed them to bits, but as she stared down at the ground for a second that gloveless hand lingered at the top of his jeans. It stayed put, teasing the flesh with her long nails. But they were coming towards the drawbridge and she could already see it being raised, which meant she was about to fly again.

They hit big air and she held onto him, howling like a wolf to the moon. And for just a few moment she felt all was right with the world. When they came crashing back down the other end of the drawbridge and her breath hitched with the landing and she nearly let out a moan. Damn this was good.

When they came across that freight train Savi had been nonchalantly worked the top button of his pants open. She glanced at the massive locomotive in excitement, and as he pulled the two wheeled mobile onto the tracks her body was once again greeted by that delightful bounce that tracks had. She groaned, her head casually looking back as the train began to scream with the sudden brakes.

"How you doin' back there, Blondie,"

As he said it he squeezed her thigh hard, sending her head against his shoulder as a hiss escaped her. She was having entirely too much fun, and as her hand snaked into his pants for full on contact he'd know exactly how much fun she was having. She held still a moment before squeezing and moving that hand. "I don't know. How you doin' up there?" She called back, her other hand clutching him to her. He'd probably be marked for a couple of days, if not weeks, with how hard she was digging in her nails. She'd leave five crescent shaped holes in his side among the array of the rest of her scratching.

If he didn't like it rough, he was teasing the wrong woman.

He pulled them back off the tracks and onto the roads towards their destination. As soon as this bike stopped Savi was going to shove him to the ground and tear off that helmet. And probably everything else...

[Julian Keller]

When Savi started going to town from the back seat on his bike Julian had to resist the urge to pull over to the side of the road to drop right down in the ditch and go for it. Obviously she was excited. If her actions hadn't made that perfectly clear then the noises she was making from behind him would have driven the point home. He smirked to himself thinking on the pun he'd just made.

Hellcat indeed.

The bike tore through the streets, as they left the city behind traffic all but disappeared. Considering the lateness of the hour it was hardly surprising. To keep things interesting he hurtled around the bends and twists of the road going at least twice the recommended speed. When they neared he front gate he slammed on the brakes and the bike went up on the front wheel again, slowing them down enough to make the turn onto the drive way. Revving the engine he wheelied it on the rear wheel all the way up the drive before coming to a stop just outside the pool of light thrown by the Mansion.

Turning the bike's ignition key he slipped from the bike, deftly rebuttoning his pants in the process and throwing the visor on his helmet up while making sure he wasn't powered up telekinetically. That would ruin the whole thing if she found out it was him. While that had been the initial plan he was now more concerned with concealing that it was him, he'd slip her his number and with a bit of luck there'd be more rides with her on the bike.

The chase was on.

[Savi Siikriiti]

Savi's hand never ceased it's plan. She was in a haze of so many different things right now her mind was simply muddled with it. So needless to say the rest of the drive to the mansion was rather invigorating. They zipped through the remaining streets and he didn't have a problem keeping her blood pumping at the speeds they were going. Not to mention their stop at the mansion. He shut the crotch rocket off and moved before she had a chance to simply toss him to the ground. Savi watched him move and she lazily slipped off the bike, her sunburst eyes watching him like a hawk. He made no move to approach her and she couldn't help but smirk. "That was more fun than I expected." She admitted, sauntering towards him in a rather predatory manner.

The blond removed the helmet and sat it on the seat of the bike. "What's your name?" She asked quietly, nonchalantly slipping her arms from her leather jacket. It landed in the grass softly, without a sound. She came ever closer, hooking one finger into his pants and pulling him closer. She pushed that long blond braid from her shoulder so it wouldn't tangle in her arms. The young woman teased the zipper of his jacket before her other hand snaked upwards and caught the edge of that helmet. Gripping it she ripped upwards. For a moment she thought she'd catch a glimpse of his face, but as she yanked the helmet off; letting it slip from her hands to fall where it may, she felt his gloved fingers grip the bottom of her shirt and yank upwards.

She was temporarily blinded and before she caught a full view of his face he had promptly buried himself in her exposed chest. She could see dark mass of hair, but that was about it. No matter. She could roll with the punches. She held him there a moment while her other hand reached for the zipper of his leather jacket. She was about ready to simply shove him to the ground and take what she wanted.

[Julian Keller]

Julian stood, the visor on his helmet raised with the helmet still firmly strapped to his head and watched Savi as she slipped lithely off his bike with all the grace of a tigress. She was, most assuredly, a little hellcat. From the way she was moving, and her earlier actions, it was quite clear what she was after. It was the same thing that Julian wanted from her, the only trick would be getting her to a place with no light so she wouldn't see his face. Then the chase would be over and the blonde would be his. Then she had to ask the question...

"What's your name?"

Julian swore, softly, under his breath. As much as he wanted to he couldn't end the chase of the blonde tonight. Sleeping with her under false pretenses was no victory. No victory at all. It was... a tie. A horrible nasty tie. He could handle losing, though he hated it. He definitely preferred winning, so that the enemy knew they had been beaten and conquered. But, he hated draws more than anything else. There was no clear winner and loser.

"You can call me the Emerald Knight," he said, unable to think of anything better at the spur of the moment as he made a vague gesture to his bike as a means of explaining.

As Savi's hands found his helmet Julian was all too aware that the jig would be up if she saw his face. So, he reacted in the only way that made logical sense as he couldn't, very well, use his powers to keep the helmet on since she'd know something was up. Thinking quickly he grabbed the bottom of the blonde's shirt and raised it as she pulled off the helmet, moving it up until the fabric covered her eyes and obscured her vision.

Commando style indeed.

'Ok, maybe just a little fun,' he thought, gazing down at the woman's chest a split second before burying his face. Was there any more enjoyable way of hiding one's face? Not likely. Keeping one hand on the shirt, so she couldn't move it, he allowed his other to roam to every part of her body he could reach while his mouth sought out a very sensitive area and bit down hard. Slipping her pants down just a bit Julian delivered several hard smacks to her rump. She had, after all, blown up his first car and stolen his second. This seemed, to his way of thinking, to be no more than she deserved for that.

As his lips found hers his hand roved to her chest and roughly grabbed a handful of flesh. Pressing his lips to hers he kissed her hard and then bit her bottom lip. But, alas, now fun time needed to be over lest he become so enamored with his playground that he decide to simply accept a tie in this chase.

Producing a green sharpie from a pocket on his jacket he scribbled "The Emerald Knight" and his cell number across her chest in such a manner that if she showed any kind of skin at all there in how she dressed the message would be visible. He then delivered on last quick bite to the sensitive area he'd bitten earlier and then, in a deft move, put his hands on her hips and spun her around. Turning his back as well he grabbed up his helmet and got it back onto his head.

"As much as I should like to, further explore your playground to see all of your ink... I'm afraid that I cannot, in good faith, take something like that from a woman who is stoned," he said, turning back to her with the helmet in place and sketching a small bow. "Keep the helmet and call me when next you want to ride..."

With that Julian slipped on his bike and drove on down to the gate off of the grounds before stopping, getting the bike out of the way off of the drive and then using his powers to fly back to the window that led into his room at the Mansion. After all, he had all of Savi's clothes, except what she had on, and he'd left he a note so she'd be coming at any time to get them back.

Pushing open the window Julian slipped into the room. Quickly the helmet was off and stored under the bed, along with the riding jacket. He'd stashed all of Savi's clothes, except for one garment, in his closet anyway. Quickly he pulled off his shirt and replaced it with an over-sized Dodgers shirt and then changed into a pair of basketball shorts, shoving his shoes into a corner before flipping on the bedside lamp and dropping onto the bed with an open book.

Savi would be banging through his door any second now. In fact, down the hall, he could hear someone he assumed to be her rampaging down the hall.

"Three... two... one...," he said softly to himself, pointing at the door as it flew open.

"I knew you'd warm up to me eventually, Sweet Cheeks," he said, laying aside the book and giving her an innocent look. "Here for that roll in the hay?"