The Devils Heat

Chapter 1

The cold stung her cheeks as she waited in the back roads she was told to be at.

Mira's eyes widened. There it was. The deep pur of navy Yamaha.

She spun eagerly, waiting, as she hopped up and down in place. "Akari!"

The biker pulled the helmet off letting dark silky hair fall, framing her gorgeous face. Her eyes, an unsettling shade of stormy gray, pierced though even the dark of the night.

Mira ran up to her, arms wrapping around the woman's neck.

The taller woman arms around her waist. "Fuck, i missed you." she buried her face between Miras neck and shoulder. They stood there in an embrace, giving and feeling the love they've been missing for the past couple of months.

She pulled away and looked at her lover with her bright blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing to ever see. Mira missed her caring but tough face of hers. She was wearing her leather jacket, with a red shirt with white stripes underneath. Along with baggy jeans. She looked like a goddess despite the street style.

Mira blushed. "I remember this shirt," she poked at the cloth Akari was wearing.

"I missed you, and I felt like wearing this..." Akari whispered in Mira's ear, pushing a strand of hair back.

Mira looked away, flustered. It was the shirt she had on when she first asked Akari out.

"You're adorable when you get excited," She grabbed Mira's chin gently and made her face her, and leaned in.

Mira remembered the first time their lips connected.