The Runaway

6

The screech of metal rubbing against metal filled Lisa's ears as she worked on her bike, going through the long-overdue maintenance. She chose lunchtime to have the workshop to herself, but Roseanne's presence was more than welcome. It was distracting, but Lisa didn't have to hurry and allowed herself a peek at the womanly hips rocking to the distant sound of music as Roseanne worked on her upcoming routine.

Roseanne wasn't exactly throwing money around, but since she'd gathered the courage to flaunt her body for extra cash, she did get new boots. She paired them with shorts and a ripped crop top, and seemed to be in her element. Lisa had expected that, with the privileged background, Roseanne would have been a bit of a demanding princess, unhappy with the basic living standards provided for her, but instead, she thrived on the freedom offered by this new environment.

Lisa felt rusty when it came to being in a relationship, so she was surprised how easily she'd fallen into a routine with Roseanne. Even sharing one room didn't make her nervous anymore. Instead of intrusive, Roseanne's presence was comfortable and welcome. They'd only known each other for a few weeks, yet the bond between them was like hardening concrete.

Was it because Roseanne was an outsider and came without the baggage a local girl would have? Was it the trust Roseanne put in Lisa, despite her situation being so dire? Did Roseanne somehow manage to break down walls in Lisa with her happy-go-lucky attitude in the face of adversity? Or was it that under the hot-chick-with-a-sexy-accent exterior hid a crazy mofo who didn't hesitate to burn a biker with her straightening tongs, and set churches on fire?

All of it created an intoxicating concoction that Lisa loved drinking up every day.

She smiled at Roseanne's shriek when the angle grinder trembled in her hand. The act she was working on involved a metal plate attached to her hip and the handheld machine, which produced vivid sparks upon contact. Lisa had to admit she couldn't imagine it being very erotic when Roseanne had first told her about this idea, but the sparks dancing around a skimpily-clad Roseanne did the trick.

"Keep your hands steady. This thing can hurt you if you're not careful," Lisa said, rising to her feet and wiping her hands clean with a piece of cloth.

Roseanne laughed carelessly. "Aww, so you do care."

"Of course I do. I'm not a monster." Lisa walked up to her and gathered Roseanne's long blonde hair into a bun to keep it away from the sparks. She kissed Roseanne's slender neck, still amazed that she now somehow had a girlfriend.

Roseanne winked at her. "How would I know?"

Lisa smirked, pulling back her lips and moving her teeth along Roseanne's curved neck. The strong pulse beating against her tongue was like bait, drawing Lisa deeper into the trap of attachment.

But wasn't this beautiful creature worth the risk?

"Good question. Maybe you should check again soon," she said, pushing her hips against the metal plate, which at this moment felt like an oversized chastity belt.

Roseanne kissed her on the lips. "I've met monsters, and you're not one."

Lisa licked her lips, suddenly feeling the somber atmosphere enter her space like ink spreading through warm water. "Like the guy you almost married?"

Roseanne wrapped her arms around Lisa's neck. "Exactly like that. I know it's silly to judge people this way, but I looked into his eyes, and it was like staring into the abyss. He wasn't even sleazy, he just... he had those veiny hands, and I imagined him wringing my neck if I did something to offend him. Your brothers, your uncle, they're all big and rough around the edges, but they're nothing like that. Even Kane. He's just a dumb fuck."