The Green Fairy, Part 6 (Alpha & Omega, Chapter 4)

In which Adelie finds that sometimes it’s best to enjoy the moment without thinking too far ahead.

His suggestion caused heat to flush Adelie’s chest. He stood in front of her, looking like he was about to actually kiss her. Like during their pond picnic, they had made it into difficult emotional terrain again. Dangerous, difficult terrain. His hugs had been wonderful, he was using possessives and all of this was rather disconcerting. He was not to have exclusively and yet he acted like he was. She realised they were staring at each other and cleared her throat.
“Oh dang, now we’ve missed the sunset. But look, there’s another treat coming in.” She pointed at the horizon east of Meadow Junction, where a succession of tiny, fast-growing, blinking lights had appeared. “A convoy.”
“Lucky us, huh?” His voice was threaded with relief. She turned and straddled the bike again, and to her surprise, he slid on it behind her. “The wind is getting cold,” he said, as he put his arms around her again. Sneaky bastard. She should tell him off. On the other hand, he was right, the wind was rather chilly, and having him in her back was beyond comfortable. She ignored the content spreading through her like warm syrup and focused on the lights. They had grown into diminutive spacecraft, rushing through the sky.
“Look, there are ambulances.” Nate turned her attention to a string of emergency vehicles coming from the airbase hospital and beginning to line up at the end of the airfield. Bunker Hill provided an excellent view. The drop ships grew quickly and then fell into a circling pattern over the base. One by one, they made a dash for the landing strip and then taxied to the waiting ambulances. Hatches opened and then each of them dispatched its cargo: Stretchers with wounded soldiers. “It’s a medical convoy. A hospital ship must be in orbit.”
Icy cold poured down Adelie’s back as she watched the choreographed dance of nurses and medics on the field, and she nestled closer into Nate’s embrace.
“You okay?” Nate tightened his hold of her as he noticed her shivering.
“I… don’t know. I wondered if that’s our fate too. Ending up on a backwater planet, on a stretcher, rushed to the hospital, more dead than alive.” Her voice dwindled away. “And I thought of Leslie, who likely was getting ready to go home, and now will have to stay to care for them. There are never enough special care nurses on duty.”
His warm breath brushed along her cheek. “These chaps down there are lucky. They’re still alive. They’ve got Leslies and doctors looking after them. Others might’ve not been so lucky.”
They fell silent, watching the ambulances cycling between the airfield and the hospital. Nate’s chest moved in the rhythm of his breathing and her temple touched his jaw. His hand found hers resting on the tank of the bike. His fingertips were smooth as he stroked its back, tracing her knuckles. He had beautiful hands, sinewy with long, elegant fingers. Eventually, he fitted it over hers, encasing her in the warmth of his palm. Their fingers entangled, and she nestled closer. She watched the last stretchers being loaded into the ambulances. Holding hands with a gorgeous man while sitting on a motorcycle in the fragrant air of a summer’s evening seemed like the right thing to do. Who knew how much time she had left to enjoy life?
A nudge from him pulled her out of her thoughts.
“It’s getting dark, Princess. How about dinner at the Lemon Tree?”
“It’s a weeknight.”
“So? Are you not eating dinner on weeknights?”
She turned in her seat and poked him. “Don’t be silly. Of course, I eat on weeknights. I just don’t want to go to bed too late, because I’m supposed to manoeuvre dangerous weapons early tomorrow morning.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you home before 11 pm, ‘kay?”

The Green Fairy, Part 5 (Alpha & Omega, Chapter 4)

In which Nate administers a special kind of first aid.

The way Adelie nodded and pressed her lips together took away any flirty mood he’d entertained. She took a deep breath, her hand wiping her cheek. Christ, if she was still crying because of that guy, it must’ve been a hell of a story. Her pain went deep. He moved close and touched her arm. She turned, completely undone, and just like that he wrapped his arms around her and folded her into a hug. He hadn’t planned to extend it into an embrace, but to his surprise, Adelie relaxed with a deep sigh and leant into him. One single ragged sob emerged from her and pierced his heart. He couldn’t remember when he last comforted a crying woman. This felt a lot like his first time in a cockpit: Accelerating faster than he could think and he wasn’t sure he was entirely in control. Luckily, autopilot kicked in before he could baulk. Without giving much thought into it, he rubbed her back and made soothing noises. She sighed, her nose pressed against his neck. Oh, sweet baby Jesus…
“Is this part of your usual service too?” Her voice was muffled, but he could hear the tease. Granted, a teary, watery tease, but a tease. Someone else was in need to get back to solid ground. He cleared his throat.
“No, it’s not.”
She lifted her head from the shelter of his body, giving him a long look. “It’s not? Your tactic is not to make the lady cry to have a reason to hug her?”
He adjusted his hold around her to a loose circle, arms crossing behind her lower back, far away from the temptation of catching an errant tear coursing over her cheek. “No, I’m not Mr Comfort. I’m not the right guy for hugging and listening. I’m the one for dancing the night away and having fun, err, elsewhere.”
This brought a smile to her face. “And what you’re doing right now is not hugging and listening?”
Damnit, now she had him cornered. And she knew it, as her biting her lower lip told him. He made his poker face. “What I’m doing right now is just first aid.”
“Ah, I see.” She settled back against him, nose burrowed between the jacket collar and his neck. Autopilot took over again, his arms tightened around her, one hand rubbing the space between her shoulder blades. Tentatively and slowly, her arms wound around his waist. Warmth spread from where her body touched his. “I do like your particular brand of first aid, though,” she mumbled. His hand slipped under her ponytail, up to her neck, his thumb caressing her warm skin. With every stroke, he felt her becoming less and less tense. This was more like it.
“You really put me through the motions, though. First forcing me to practice my rescue skills, now you’re testing my abilities in administering first aid…” He couldn’t resist teasing her a little. She untangled herself from his arms and shot him an amused look.
“You should consider yourself lucky I’m not set on practising mouth on mouth resuscitation. Who knows where this might end.” She twirled a strand of her ponytail around her finger while she looked at him with her damn eyebrow arched. He ran his hand through his hair, rubbing his suddenly hot neck, gazing at the ravishing beauty in the orange light of the setting sun. Her hair glowed in a dark chestnut, and her skin had a faint rosy tint. Her lashes were still wet and sticking together, making her all the more adorable. Then her bright smile broke through her unreadable face, the sight nearly stealing his breath.
“Too bad, this is the one and only field I can confidently call myself an expert in,” he growled, taking a step towards her.

The Green Fairy, Part 4 (Alpha & Omega, Chapter 4)

In which the past interferes with the present, and not everybody involved can handle it.

Fact was, Adelie liked being with him and she wouldn’t mind using possessives. It had been a while, and she missed the warm feeling of belonging to someone. The bitter taste of Christopher’s betrayal warned her that Nate’s words could be just that: Words without meaning.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, turning his head to look at her.
“That it’s been a while since someone called me their anything.” With a sigh, she extracted herself from his warm body and got off the bike to walk a few steps to the edge of the road. “And the last time someone did, it was a lie.”
He inhaled sharply. “I have a talent of reminding you of unpleasant things today, haven’t I?”
“It’s not your fault that I have a painful history.” Everything around her was bathed in a golden glow. His steps crunched on the gravel as he got off the bike too.
“How can someone call you their anything and not mean it?”
“Do you mean it when you say I’m your little Spitfire?” She turned her head to look at him. “Or are you just saying it to charm me?”
“I admit that it’s more wishful thinking than actual fact, but yes, I mean it when I call you my little Spitfire.”
His honesty baffled her for a moment. “You are very straightforward.”
He sighed and rubbed his neck, then he pushed his fists deep into his jeans pockets and stared into the distance with an unseeing eye, his mouth a thin line. She contemplated his handsome profile, wishing for her watercolours to paint him in the burning colours of the setting sun. Eventually, he turned back to her and said: “Being straightforward has to do with my history. There was a time when someone was not honest with their intentions from the beginning. I don’t want to inflict this particular pain on anybody. It’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not fair.” She bravely met the sun-faded indigo of his eyes, only to discover that the twinkle that usually danced in them had vanished. A serious Nate. A serious, open and obviously hurt Nate. The sight grabbed her heart and squeezed it painfully. “We seem to be very much alike… we love fast things, we like good food, and we’ve been both betrayed by people we trusted.”
This made him smile. She liked his smiles. The way it crinkled his eyes, how he quickly cast his glance down and how he cocked his head to the side as they made eye contact again.
“Yeah, we’re very much alike.” He stepped closer. “And I’d like to get to know you better. I want to learn more about the woman who’s a menace in a plane, an ex-race car driver and a pretty baroness. I’d never thought I’d meet a woman who’s just one of these things, all of them wrapped into one is like Christmas, Easter and my birthday falling together.”
She laughed. “Don’t be silly, I’m not that special.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her closer. “Oh yes, you are. You are wonderful, fascinating and yes, special. You’re my little Spitfire, never forget that.”
She couldn’t keep herself from grinning. “Idiot.”
“Would you go on a date with this idiot here?”
“Another motorcycle date?”
He shook his head. “No, I meant something fancy. A dress and a suit, a restaurant with white tablecloths and real silverware, scrumptious food, candles…”
“And it’ll all end in your bed, right?” She poked him, and he twitched out of reach.
He opened his arms wide and shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. That’s up to you. I’m a full-service guy.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “You’re impossible.”
“Admit it; you like it.” There was the smile again.
“I like riding bikes with you. I like picnics next to enchanted ponds. I even like just studying with you, sitting in the same room for a few hours, scribbling away… You don’t need to impress me with expensive dinners. Just be who you are. Just be Nate, who knows secret ponds and rides bikes with me to cheer me up. I need something real. Not something that feels like a plot to get me into your bed!” She spat the last words out and breathlessly turned away from him. Why was she so angry all of a sudden? Where were the tears coming from?
“That guy really hurt you badly, huh?” Nate’s voice was velvety soft and tender, and it unravelled the last stitches that held her countenance together.

The Green Fairy, Part 3 (Alpha and Omega, Chapter 4)

In which we learn that the limited space on a motorcycle is something one should think about beforehand – or suffer the consequences.

His blue eyes did things to her, especially when they lit up like they did now. He stood there, going from apologetic to mischievous in the blink of an eye, and all Adelie could think of was that his set of broad shoulders would be perfect to cry on. He moved closer as if he’d knew where her thoughts were going. He probably did, having honed his skills of anticipating women’s desires over the course of a lot of nurses.
“You can cry on my shoulder anytime you want.” His voice was a velvety, suggestive rumble.
“How did I know that you were going to say that,” she teased him, tapping his shoulder playfully. He caught her hand and tugged her closer so that she nearly stumbled against him.
“Maybe because you want to cry on my shoulder?”
She raised her eyebrow. “Well, I don’t quite feel like crying now, although I could use something that distracts me.”
“Would a motorcycle ride distract you?”
“I thought your bike’s in shambles?”
He laughed. “It is, but luckily I know someone who has more than enough bikes. Gimme a sec.” He unclipped his InstaComm from his belt and dialled a number. “Hey, Eddy, Nate here. How’s it hanging? … Ah, that’s bloody marvellous man, I’m happy for you! Listen, I was wondering if I could borrow the Green Fairy today? … You drive a hard bargain, sir. Yeah, I’ll help you with cleaning out the second garage. … Yes, this weekend. … Thanks, man. Yeah, you too. Laters.” With a victorious smile, he turned to her. “Do you have a leather jacket?”
She couldn’t quite believe it. “Wait a minute… you doomed yourself to help to clean out an entire garage brimming with stuff so that you can take me on a motorcycle ride right now?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Why?”
He crossed his arms, grinning at her. “Because I want to cheer you up. And I have a hunch you’re going to like riding.”
An hour later Nate drove up in front of her house, sitting on a rather low bike with a voluptuously curved tank and wide handlebars. It was a brilliant candy apple green, its chrome accents gleaming in the afternoon sun. She immediately understood why he was willing to sacrifice a weekend in exchange for riding this particular machine – with or without her. The bike was a beauty.
“Hello, beautiful lady. You requested a ride?” He glanced over his sunglasses and waggled his eyebrows at her, his voice mockingly dropped even deeper than it already was. Blue jeans, white button down, a red ascot, and a totally badass looking leather jacket – he had her at hello. She smiled and stepped towards the bike.
“Where do I sit?”
“Right here. Hop aboard.” He patted a leather cushion right behind his seat.
***
As Adelie swung her long leg over the bike and sat down behind him, her thighs aligning with his, Nate remembered that having a guest rider was usually a touchy-feely affair. He had no chance to dwell on the consequences, as her voice right next to his ear inquired: “Is… is it okay when I wrap my arms around you?”
“Of course. And don’t be afraid to hold on tight, okay?”
“Okay.”
He turned in his seat to check on her. “Hey, I… I don’t ride with a passenger often, and even less with female ones. I completely forgot that bikes require a certain amount of body contact. I hope you don’t mind.”
She grinned, resting her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Not at all.” Relieved, he started the engine.
It was more natural than he’d expected. After a while, her grip around his waist got loose, and her body relaxed into the ride. The Green Fairy wasn’t the fastest bike in Eddy’s collection, but she was steady and as soft as butter. She was perfect for the leisurely stroll he had in mind. The roads behind Meadow Junction were seemingly endless lines stretching towards the horizon, cutting through the softly rolling hills. He opened the throttle and let the bike pull along them at a comfortable speed. The wind tousled their hair, and the sun warmed their backs.
“This is wonderful.” He couldn’t see her, but Adelie’s voice alone told him that she was enjoying herself. She squeezed him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Do you want to go up Bunker Hill and watch the sunset?”
“Oh yes, please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
A soft chuckle, her body vibrating against his. Sweet. “This is a dangerous thing to say to someone who’s used to people following their orders.”
He laughed. “I like the thrill.”
The road went up the hill in long sweeping curves. Reaching the top, a breathtaking view over the plains around Meadow Junction greeted them. The sun stood low over the horizon, illuminating everything dramatically. Every blade of grass had a tiny halo. Insects flitted around between them, their wings forming glowing orbs. They found a place to park and enjoy the view. Adelie let her legs dangle, leaning against his back. Instead of the burbling sound of the engine crickets’s chirping filled the warm air. Her hand had fallen on his thigh. Not even consciously thinking about it, he put his own on top of hers, and their fingers interweaved on their own accords.
“You said you don’t often take other girls riding?” A cute uncertainty laced her question.
“No, I actually only ever took one girl riding. She didn’t like it.”
Her fingers tightened around his. “What’s not to like about riding with you?”
He thought back to the woman he once loved and her distaste for anything fast and dangerous. “Well, it was a much more powerful machine… and she wasn’t cut for the speed.”
“Mmmh, speed.”
“There’s my little Spitfire speaking.”
Adelie’s laugh was like heavenly chimes, and she wrapped her free arm around his shoulder, her chin back on his other. “Your little Spitfire? Are you using possessives now?”
Heat crept over his cheeks.

The Green Fairy, Part 2 (Alpha & Omega Chapter 4)

Sorry for the not so regular updates, I seem to be unable to find the energy to schedule a bunch of posts in one go. Decided to ditch the pretty pictures for now, because finding them is the time-consuming part. *sigh* Anyway, here’s the next installment.

Adelie was grateful for the ever-present wind on the airfield, blowing straight into her face. Her eyes stung with anger and tears just waiting to well over. She mustn’t cry now. Absolutely not, under no circumstances. She pressed her palms against her heated cheeks, taking a deep breath. Easy. Inhale. Exhale. Calm down.
“Adelie? Are you okay?” Nate’s warm, compassionate voice. Hurriedly she dropped her hands, then she felt his on her shoulder, a soft squeeze. She wished she could turn around and hide at his broad chest. “Hey, little Spitfire. You okay?”
“Sort of.” Her voice was squeaky from the strain not to burst into tears. Reluctantly she turned and forced herself to smile. He looked like a model straight out of the latest catalogue of Aerospace Fashion, with the blue of his shirt complementing his bright eyes and the wind tousled hair.
“I’m sorry these idiots ruffled your feathers so much. May I apologise on behalf of my sex?”
She couldn’t help but feel better when he grinned at her. “I could forgive you, but you’ve done nothing wrong. Forgiving your sex for acting like it does – unlikely. The way men treated me had a too high an impact on my life to be quickly pardoned.”
“I’m still sorry that some of my fellow men seem to be unable to cope with an intelligent and beautiful woman. For them, a woman is either beautiful or intelligent. Encountering one that is both is too much to compute.”
Adelie crossed her arms in front of her chest and cocked her head. “Really? And of course, you’re able to handle brains and beauty encased in one female body, aren’t you?”
He stepped close enough to shield her from the wind. “I don’t know if I can handle you. I do know that you have to work twice as much as any of us guys to achieve the same recognition. You study hard and train even harder, and you’ve earned to lead the board. If anything, I’m inspired by your diligence and your integrity.”
She looked into his blue eyes full of sincerity. “Thank you.”
They walked along the row of hangars in companionable silence. Eventually, he tried to jumpstart the conversation again. “So men are the reason you’re here?” She pushed her hands into the pockets of her uniform pants.
“Only one.”
“Your father?”
“No, not my father.”
Nate stopped and contemplated her. “You’re a bit monosyllabic.”
“It’s…” With a frustrated huff, she smoothed some fly-away hair back, which the wind promptly swept back into her face. “It’s a long story. I don’t particularly enjoy being reminded of it. The wounds have finally closed, I found some perspective in my life, and I just want to move on.”
They stared at each other and to her horror, she realised her bottom lip was quivering beyond her control. She wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of him. Not in front of anybody.
***
Nate grappled with the urge to cradle her in his arms. She was fighting with her emotions, and she was on the verge of crying.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea this would be so painful for you. I was merely curious.” He went straight to the point and was rewarded with a small smile.
“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known.”
He tried to smile back, to move back to their easy banter, but a glance at her face told him, she wasn’t ready. She almost looked fragile.
“I could’ve thought about it. I mean, with a little thought I could…”
“Nate. It’s okay.” Her hand was on his arm and stopped his stumbling apology. “You did nothing wrong.” She smiled one of her disarming open smiles, and the only thing he could do was to smile back at her. He fumbled for her hand and threaded his fingers through hers.
“I thought you maybe need to repay a deed or were sent on a quest. Nobles do weird things, how should I know?”
“What?” Adelie gaped at first dumbfounded; then an understanding smile dawned on her face. “You thought…? Oh dear, this is priceless.” Laughter bubbled up inside of her until she stood in front of him, holding her sides, tears of joy running over her cheeks. “I wish it would be something this exciting and weird,” she finally panted. “Sadly, I never lived in a fairy tale. I just had enough of men deciding to change my life on a whim. The guy who totalled my brother’s car and cut off my racing career. Or the idiot who brought me here, which is a tale of caution, if anything.”
“I hope that you’re going to tell me sometime. When you’re ready to share it.”
She giggled. “You should bring lots of tissues, and I might need a shoulder to cry on too.”

The Green Fairy, Part 1 (Alpha and Omega, Chapter 4)

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Pilot Concept by AdmiraWijaya on DeviantArt

Adelie grants Nate a glimpse into the harsh reality of being a woman in their craft.

Adelie’s professional face rarely showed emotion besides a polite smile. Now a deep crease sat between her brows and her mouth was a thin, hard line as she entered the Officer’s Club. Nate excused himself from his flight mates and walked over to where she stood at the bar, ordering something to drink.
“What’s up, Spitfire?”
“Nothing.” She grumbled, but the frown softened as she turned towards him.
“Need to vent?” He pointed at an empty table in a quiet corner. A reluctant smile and a nod. He took her elbow and steered her towards the table. “Tell Uncle Nate what’s bothering you?”
“I was just kindly reminded that some people think this here is not my place to be in.” She sighed, leaning into her chair. “When I was a racer, I had to deal with a lot of misconceptions and prejudice against women in the field. I’ve heard my fair share of jokes about of the female inability to park a car, I can tell you. I thought I learned how to deal with degrading comments back then. And…” She made a frustrated sound and took a gulp of her lemonade.
“And…?” Nate asked.
“Only 20% of all applicants are admitted into one of the academies. 8% are good enough pass flight school. I foolishly thought, with the selection process being as harsh as it is… I thought we would all stick together, no matter our gender? I was so, so wrong. And I’m sick of it. I’m one of 24 in the Albatross Squadron. I’m consistently in the Top 5 of the leaderboard…”
“This is a polite way to say that you’ve been leading the ranks since forever.” He interrupted her, but she merely waved his argument away.
“I think I’ve proven over and over again that I’m worthy to sit in the cockpit, but no. Once more some little prick thinks he needs to tell me I’m degrading the Space Force with my presence behind the stick.”
He took her hand, which restlessly pounded the table, and wrapped it between his own. “I doubt he can fly the Double Richthofen with your precision. Who was the idiot?”
Before she could answer, they were interrupted by one of Adelie’s flight members.
“Ah, the Princess. Trying to distract your only worthy opponent to eliminate further competition?”
He turned to face Pat “Parachute” Bukowski’s oily smile. “Excuse me?”
But before he could put Bukowski into his rightful place, Adelie was on her feet, carefully setting down her glass on the table. “Have you all lost your minds today?” She stood to her full height, shoulders squared, legs apart. Something in her stance had changed, although Nate couldn’t quite tell what it was. She suddenly had an intimidating air of authority, and he could very well imagine the officer she would once become.
“I don’t think someone flying ten ranks below me is in the position to tell me how I should handle competition, Parachute.”
She turned on her heel and left the Club in measured steps, head held high. Everybody made way before her, resulting in an image that reminded Nate of a queen leaving court.
“Nice try, chap. Get ice for the burn.” He slapped the gobsmacked Pat on the shoulder and followed Adelie out of the club.

Laundry and Lemonade, Part 4 (Alpha and Omega, Chapter 3)

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Lamborghini Las Vegas by dejz0r on DeviantArt

Nate discovers that Adelie is not the sort of Baroness he was expecting.

“Is that what you liked about racing too?” Nate asked as their food arrived. With glee, he noticed how delighted she appeared to be about her lemon meringue pie.
“Getting into racing was a lot about freedom too, but not so much the high-velocity variety. It gave me a reason to get away.”
He put down his fork which he had raised to attack his double chocolate fudge cake. “Get away from what?”
Adelie sighed. “The norms. The conventions. The expectations. I spent a year and a half on the Planet 500 tour just to be away from home. Not that being on a race tour is particularly fun either, but way more fun than being stuck with another fundraising gala.”
“And the food is better?”
She laughed. “It doesn’t require a formal dress and absurdly high heels.”
His brain suggested a mental picture of Adelie in a floor-length dress, a narrow skirt and bodice showing off her amazing figure, hair falling over naked shoulders… and then Adelie in nothing but expensive lingerie she’d likely wear under such a dress, stretched out on black sheets. He was convinced she was the kind of woman who had some expensive lace and silk in her drawer. He focused on his cake, crossing his legs to keep things decent.
“Is the chocolate cake not good?” She sounded worried.
“Oh, it’s excellent; why’re you asking?” He kept his eyes on the plate.
“Because you look a bit strained.” Shoot. She was very perceptive.
“I guess I’m a bit tired from the match this morning.” He barely made it across the line, but it was enough to pacify her curiosity.
“Oh goodness, I totally forgot. Were you successful?”
He pushed a bite of cake into his mouth and nodded. By the time he swallowed, he had regained enough control over his body to be able to make eye contact and answer without sounding like in pain. The jeans were still too darn tight. “Yes, we won with a comfortable lead of 20 points.”
She beamed. “Oh, fantastic! Well done.”
“What sort of cars were you racing?” This probably was a safe topic.
“At first an ELF Tornado and later, on the tour, an ELF Hurricane. Very reliable cars.”
Nate had once seen an ELF standing in the workshop yard, and it only had been the street version. Its idling engine sound had rattled the window panes. “Very fast too. And loud.”
“Oh yes. I never understood why people actually came to the races, you’re practically deaf afterwards.”
Something occurred to him. “Why did you stop racing?”
Adelie slumped back into her chair and looked out of the window, granting him the view of her perfect profile. “My brother had a stupid accident – on a regular street, in a regular car. It wasn’t even his fault, but still, he got out with almost every major bone broken and he had to spend a terribly long time in hospital. That was when my mother drew the line. Ordered me to come home instantly. Neither of us was allowed behind a steering wheel for quite some time. Not even my sister, who’s seriously the most defensive driver I’ve ever seen. I made a deal with my chauffeur: He drove me out of the driveway, around the corner, and that was where we would change places. He was thrilled to not having to drive, I still got my fix and my mother her peace of mind.”
He laughed. “You never got busted?”
“No.” She turned back to him, her eyes brimming with mischief.
“You’re not at all how I ever imagined a baroness.”
There was her defiant eyebrow again. “That’s probably because I’m the renegade baroness. My sister is very different.”
He reached across the table, took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “I like you just the way you are.”
She grinned. “By the way, are you still interested in a rematch? How about tomorrow? Or are you afraid you’re going to lose again?”
Her gaze held his captive. “Afraid – of a puny girl? Never.”
“Famous last words, English?” She leant across the table. “I like losing as much as you do – not at all.”
He put his forehead against hers. “Are you challenging me, Princess?”
“You’re not a challenge.”
As he drove her back, he regretted that the fun for the day was already over. The afternoon had been too short, but there was the prospect of seeing her again the next day. He got out of the car to open her door.
“Always the gentleman,” she teased him. “Which reminds me: I still have your jacket.”
“You can return it to me tomorrow. We said at ten, right?”
“Yeah. At the gate.” She bit her lips as if she was pondering something. “Thanks for playing chauffeur.”
“You’re welcome. I understood it’s an honour to be allowed to drive you.”
She laughed and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t let it get over your head.”
He took her hand. “I gonna try.”
Her glance got tangled in his, he felt her pulling away and drawing closer at the same time. Confusion flickered over her beautiful face, then it became impassive again, and she extracted her hand from his.
“See you tomorrow,” she said, slowly climbing the steps up the entrance.
“See you tomorrow, Princess.”
Before she vanished inside, she turned and waved, and he waved back.

Laundry and Lemonade, Part 3 (Alpha and Omega, Chapter 3)

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29.365 – Lemon Meringue Pie by Mahou-Koneko on DeviantArt

Adelie finds herself being intrigued by Nate, as she discovers more and more things they have in common.

Having him right in front of her, without anything else to concentrate on, made it hard to look away. He had taken off his jacket, and his snuggly fitting t-shirt showed off his biceps to their best advantage. No wonder he had an easy time carrying her up that darn slope. The thought alone made her feel warm.
“You’re staring.” He had the guts to use her own words, to even tease her with them. She grinned, looking up into his blue, blue eyes.
“It’s hard not to. There’s a reason you’re so popular with nurses,” she teased right back. “But you know about your effect on women, so don’t feign innocence.”
He laughed, leant back into his seat, and pretended surrender in putting his hands up. “Wouldn’t even think about it.”
Before he could manage to corner her with the topic, the waiter arrived to take their orders.
“We have two Hensley’s lemon please,” he ordered for them. A man who remembered what she liked. That was new. Together they studied the menu. Nate not only knew the place, he also knew a lot about their cakes. His descriptions were so mouthwatering, she nearly ordered all of it. “You really like food,” she stated after they’d placed their orders. “I’d never thought someone could make me pine for eclairs.”
“Yes. It’s my passion.”
“Do you like to cook too?” She could very well imagine his elegant fingers prepping food. He chuckled and ran said fingers through his unruly hair, causing more chaos in it. Her own fingers twitched with the want to smooth it down.
“Yeah, I also like to cook.” He drew patterns onto the table, not meeting her eyes. He almost appeared ashamed of his interest.
“Good for you, I can’t cook to save my life. As I said, spoilt brat. But I love good food,” she offered, hoping it would make him smile. It did. In fact, he lifted his head and their eyes locked while he flashed her one of his amazing smiles that left her heart longing. “If you like food so much, why are we here, in a soda shop, and not in a proper restaurant?”
He laughed. “I didn’t expect you wanting to go out to dinner with me.”
Their hands touched over the table. Just the fingertips, but it was enough to jolt an electric current through her arm. She didn’t withdraw. “The only thing I really miss about my former life is the food. There were always the most amazing buffets ready for the drivers after the races. Not to mention the dinners on the social functions I was forced to attend. So if you’re looking for someone sampling restaurants with you, I’d be happy to help you out.”
His glance rested on her face, wandering over her cheeks, forehead, nose, meeting her eyes at last. He was intrigued. Their fingers had interlocked, and his thumb was stroking along her index finger again. Slowly. Seductively. She caught it with her own, arresting his movements. His sensual lips widened in a smile. “It’s hard to find a woman who appreciates good food for the sake of it. And indeed, I know some restaurants that would be perfectly wasted on a date who’s not enjoying getting her taste buds tickled.”
“Oh, come on – are you blaming the women going out with you not admiring the sumptuous treats enough? They have another treat sitting right in front of them.”
He leant back laughing and let go of her hand to run both hands through his hair. Oh goodness. She had to remind herself that she was not interested at all in finding out if he’d close his eyes like a lazy cat if she’d run her fingers through the wild mop. Get a grip on yourself. The roar of a powerful engine drew their eyes to the windows, where they could see a black, low laying limousine chasing some dawdling shoppers off the street.
“Tosser,” Nate grumbled.
“Ahem.”
“Sorry. But look at him… showoff car, but no manners at all.” He turned back to her, and his expression softened as their eyes met again. It had a weird effect on her.
“You’re not a car guy, are you? You’re more into motorcycles.” She inquired. He nodded.
“Yeah. More wind in your face. The sense of freedom that I feel when I zoom along an open road… A car doesn’t deliver this.”
She grinned. “I feel like that when I fly. Velocity pressing me in my seat, the roar of the thrusters, and only the horizon in front of me.”
“Yes! Flying is much like it. Minus the wind, though.”
They shared a glance and the peculiar vibe of meeting someone that ticked the same way grew stronger.

Laundry and Lemonade, Part 2 (Alpha and Omega, Chapter 3)

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Cherry Red by IcarusHasFallen on DeviantArt

Nate finally gets a date with the elusive Baroness.

Adelie’s place was as very white and very elegant. A generous front of floor-length windows allowed for ample light to come in, even on a grey evening like this. She had a cosy looking love seat, and two armchairs arranged around a coffee table in front of the windows. There was a pot of tea on a warmer, and candles sitting in tall lanterns. Opposite of all this stood a large white bed, her desk, and a tall bookshelf. She also had a tiny kitchen, where her washing machine sat underneath the countertop. Nate was incredibly grateful that he could wait in one of the comfy leather armchairs, having a pleasant chat and a cup of tea, instead of having to wait on one of the wire benches at the laundromat without any company. Adelie lounged in the love seat, foot propped up and still wearing his hoodie. The sight tugged at some almost forgotten heartstrings.
“How was your day?” He asked, putting down his cup.
“It was okay. It wasn’t easy to reach the classrooms, and I had to skip combat training.” She brushed back a pert strand of hair falling into her face. “I’m glad I don’t have to hobble around anymore today. The new soda shop sounds interesting, though.” She smiled at him, and even though she obviously was tired and her foot probably bothered her more than she was willing to admit, it was like dawn was playing out on her face. The need for these smiles in his life grew steadily; irritatingly fast.
“I have a rugby game tomorrow morning. Ruins all the greatness of sleeping in on a Saturday, if you ask me. But if you want, we could check it out in the afternoon? If your foot is up to it, of course.”
She pulled up a knee and rested her chin on it, looking at him pensively. “Wouldn’t you be terribly tired after a game of rugby? I’d feel bad chasing you around town.”
He smiled at her. “You’re not chasing me around town. I’d get a sleek car from Eddy, I drive you around, and we have some lemonade down there. Sounds chill enough to me.”
He managed to get the cherry red two-door sedan from Eddy, which never failed to impress a girl with its generous curves and ample chrome accents. Eddy had also put in a lot of work into the interior, making it pretty with custom red and white striped upholstery.
“Riding a Chieftain, eh?” Adelie slowly made her way down the handful of steps leading to her building’s main entrance. She wasn’t limping anymore but still walked carefully. Today, she was wearing sneakers and white capri pants. She had tied her red sleeveless blouse over her belly button, allowing him a glimpse of creamy skin, which instantly put him into hot water. To redirect his thoughts, he focused on her face. Which was a mistake, because now he was confronted with a dancing ponytail of chestnut hair, warm brown eyes and red lips pursed into a welcoming smile. He pushed himself away from the hood, meeting her at the bottom, narrowly hindering himself to take her into his arms and at least hug her hello. They weren’t there yet.
“I admit, it’s a bit too much metal for my liking. But I can hardly pick you up on a motorcycle, can’t I?” He said jokingly.
She laughed and slipped her arm through his, leaning on him while walking to the car. His heart skipped a beat, then lurched into a frantic gallop. It had neither expected her sudden closeness nor the familiarity of her gesture. “Can’t you? I’ve never ridden one, I’d love to know how it feels.”
“Too bad my bike is a rusty pile of parts, pipes and two wheels leaning against a wall right now. I’d love to take you for a ride, but I need to restore her before I can do that.”
She wanted to know more, and so he told her about his project while they cruised down the road: How he found it buried in hay in an old barn, who the previous owner was and how long it was taking to bring it back to life. To his surprise, she readily commiserated with him about the difficulties he had trying to find spare parts. Adelie kept him always on his toes. Her enthusiastic reaction to his restoration project was just one of many examples. That she used to be a race car driver another. He learned so much about her in the last three days. It had been too long since he’d known more of a woman than how she looked after spending a night with him. It had been too long since he actually wanted to know more.
He tried to find a parking spot close to the soda shop, but they had no luck. Graham Boulevard was a major shopping street, and it was a busy afternoon. So he parked a block away, hoping her foot wouldn’t protest. He opened the car door for her. Adelie smiled at him, a lovely, honest, open smile, as she stepped out of the vehicle. Then she hooked her arm through his again and said: “Sorry – I still need you as my crutch.” He didn’t mind. Walking with her along the tree lined street while listening to her comfortable chatter was something he could’ve done for the rest of the afternoon. At one point, she stopped at a window display, asking for his opinion on a dress.
“I might be biassed, but I bet you’d look gorgeous in it,” he answered honestly.
Laughing she poked him in the ribs. “Oh, you’re already biassed?”
Thankfully, the soda shop was right next door.

Laundry and Lemonade, Part 1 (Alpha and Omega, Chapter 3)

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Summer Rain by kristianna11 on DeviantArt

Adelie has a hard time convincing herself that she isn’t interested in Nate – with questionable success.

Adelie curled up on her love seat and poured herself another cup of tea. Her foot complained about a day of hobbling around campus, and she was firmly set on not moving anymore this night. Outside a light summer rain made the leaves on the trees shiny. Adelie snuggled deeper into a hoodie that wasn’t hers. It belonged to a man she barely knew, and it smelled of him. The musk of his aftershave, traces of motor oil and the personal fragrance of his body. Nate. Memories of the last evening were tied to that scent. Memories of his smile while they joked at the Lemon Tree, after a meal of burgers. The way he always ran his hand through his hair or rubbed his neck when he was flustered or thinking. How he’d offered his arm to lean on so that she could hobble the few steps to the diner. It was silly, but she was in awe of his strength. He’d carried her as if she was a featherweight and she certainly wasn’t. Her remark about it had led to him flexing his arm to let her feel his biceps, which she dutifully und giggly did. He deserved some admiration. They had laughed so much her cheeks had been aching in the end. That was when he’d wrapped her in his jacket because he had noticed her shivering.
“Don’t catch a cold, Princess. A hurt foot is enough malady for one day,” he had said, closing the zipper all the way up. At that moment he had looked like he also wanted to wrap her in his arms. With a smile Adelie leant back into her seat and imagined how being enveloped in these arms, being pressed against his chest would feel. Probably glorious. She should not think about him in this way. She was not interested. Her InstaComm beeped, interrupting her ponders.
“How’s the Princess and the royal foot?” Nate, with perfect timing. They had exchanged numbers after he’d driven her home in the baby blue, banged up workshop truck.
“If I’d known I have such precious cargo today, I’d found prettier transportation,” he had sheepishly said in the gym parking lot. She hadn’t minded their transportation, she was too busy being grateful that he had a car at all. Even if it was a rusty, creaky truck that smelled of dog and was filled with spare parts.
“The foot’s still miffed, the Princess is fine.” She hesitated, then added: “How’s the knight in shining armour?” She quickly pressed Send before she could change her mind.
“Currently wondering if you’re interested in checking out the new soda shop on Graham Blvd.”
Oh. A new soda shop. But that would mean walking again. “Sorry – foot says no.” She typed. There was no answer for a while, she’d already almost forgotten the little exchange and lost herself in her book, as the device beeped. It was Nate again. He’d send her a picture with two soda bottles: her all-time favourite Hensley’s lemonade in lemon and in raspberry, sitting in his lap propped up against a steering wheel. Underneath he’d written: “Which one do you want?” – “The lemon.”
Her doorbell rang. With a groan, she got to her feet and limped to answer it. The sight that presented itself to her was worth the pain, though. Nate stood there, with an impish smile, holding the requested bottle in his hand. He wore a fitted flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, torn blue jeans and motorcycle boots, his hair was tousled and his blue eyes sparkling. Maintaining her state of disinterest would be very hard if he kept showing up at her doorstep looking like this.
“Hi. I thought, when you can’t come, I bring the soda to you.” His eyes lingered on her, and he smiled as he realised she was wearing his jacket. “Still cold?”
“Uh, ahem… it’s very comfy. What’s up with the lumberjack attire?”
He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. “I… uhm… Our washing machine broke down, and I’m actually on my way to the laundromat to do my laundry. This was my last batch of clean clothes. Just wanted to check on you, see if you’re alright.”
“I have a washer and dryer up here. Want to use it? Comes free of charge and with a cup of tea.”
He looked at her from below a tilted head. “You serious?”
She crossed her arms and leant against the doorframe. “Of course. You carried me all the way from the pond to your car.”