𝖘𝖐𝖞𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑|
❝ Celine Darling, call sign: Comet. What I learned about Celine over the five years that I have known her is a lot. She was top of her class when she graduated in the year 2001 from Top Gun, one of the youngest fighter pilots that ha...
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Celine tightly wrapped her arms around Maverick as he speed up the bike. She could hear a faint laugh coming from him in the speed while she closed her eyes, letting her eyes rest from the very bright sun beating down on the streets they drove across. She felt her hair style getting lose and patted Maverick's stomach twice as she felt him slow down a bit before reaching out with her hand and take the hair tie out of her hair and wrapped it around her left right wrist. She patted his stomach again, letting him know that he can speed up again.
The blonde opened her eyes to stare at the dessert they were passing through with the speed that they had. Small smile tugging on her lips as her hair flew behind her as she listened to the heartbeat of Maverick while they enjoyed their travel together. The dessert was as bare as any dessert was in someone's mind when hearing of it, a few bushes at the side of the street as they rushed past them.
Minutes passed as they rode alongside the breeze of the wind and the heat of the sun that annoyed Celine as much as it was able to do. She melted into his back, she simply enjoyed how she was able to cling to Maverick while they made their way to the test base they had been both assigned to for many years. The bike slowed a bit as the facility got into their view. Her arms tightening around his body as she did not want to leave the warm body bringing her so much comfort even in the situation of them rushing through the deserted streets at the highest speed the bike was able to drive.
They drove past the fence that surrounded the facility, a man holding his hand up as greeting to them as they drove past. Celine snuggled her head into the jacket that Pete was wearing, arms slightly tightening as she felt the touch of a rougher hand on her own. Maverick stroke his thumb over the back of her hand as he turned a corner and slowed down at the bike drifted towards the open hangar in front of them.
The bike slowed down until it fully stopped in front of a small group of men, that stood next to the dark grey plane that was used for the speed testings. The testing for the day was MACH 9, something that was not yet achieved for any of the fighter jets that the aviators used to defend their homes. Celine let her eyes travel over the men that turned to look at the duo as she swung her leg over the bike and took a few steps away from the machine and taking of her sunglasses and tugging them to the stolen shirt that she wore.
"Hey." Maverick got off the bike, glancing at Celine as she looked at the three men that all already stared at her as if she had done something wrong arriving with Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell when they knew she did it most days if not every day, as if they knew that she was not supposed to be there when they talk. Celine felt Pete's eyes on her but did not acknowledge him.
