Unspoken

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven - Atlanta



A few weeks after their weekend off, they found themselves at Atlanta. The trip to Atlanta didn't take that long, and by early afternoon Kiera found herself hanging out in Kasey's motorcoach, watching him and Kale have a NASCAR Thunder tournament.

She leaned down, so her head was right over Kasey's shoulder, and watched from there.

"Why are you letting him beat you?" she questioned.

"I'm not," he playfully growled, "But you're distracting me."

"Am I really?"

Kale snickered as he passed yet another car on his quest up to the front. "Nice try Kase," he told him, "You just don't want to admit that I am in fact beating you."

"No," Kasey shook his head, "She really is distracting me."

Kiera smirked evilly when a plan popped into her mind. "And how am I doing that, Kase?" she whispered into his neck, tickling him. He unconsciously shivered, as his mind began to go foggy, and he became even more distracted from his game.

She placed a kiss on the side of his neck, and felt him stiffen up. "What are you doing Kiera?"

"Nothing," she said innocently, "Just watching Kale kick your ass."

"He wouldn't be kicking my ass if..." he started, as she kissed his cheek this time.

"If what Kasey?"

"If... you'd... stop... that."

"Stop what?" she questioned, the smirk growing larger. She was getting him back, and in a big way – he deserved it, and once she was done with him, he would know to never screw with Kiera Stewart again.

"Stop what you're doing, whatever it is."

"I assure you Kase, I'm not doing anything."

Kale chuckled, never taking his eyes off of the game in front of him, as Kiera slithered a little bit closer to the edge of the couch cushion she was sitting on, and Kasey was leaning up against.

And then she did it. She leaned around him, and kissed him.

And she heard the controller slip out of his hands and hit the floor, as he wrapped his arms around her, and brought her from the couch cushion to sitting in his lap, never breaking their connection.

The #9 Dodge he had been racing in the game promptly took a right hand turn into the wall, and Kale had officially won.

"I won!" he exclaimed, "Hey Kiera, I -" But he stopped short, and groaned when he looked over and saw Kiera and Kasey in a full make-out session. He didn't stick around much longer, getting up and walking into the other room, muttering something about the only reason he won was because Kiera had distracted him.

They pulled apart a few minutes later, only when Kiera leaned back and looked at him, and then around the living room. "Where's Kale?"

"I don't know," Kasey shrugged, "But does it really matter?"

"No," she shook her head, "It really doesn't."

"Good, now come here." She went to him without any reservations, and their lips met once again.

They finished the rest of the day just hanging out in the motor coach, Kasey only having to leave once to go to practice for the Busch car.

Kale did eventually come out of hiding, but not before he peeked around the corner from the kitchen to make sure he wouldn't encounter anything going on that he definitely didn't want to see.

And he didn't let Kasey forget that he had beaten him, though Kasey kept insisting it was Kiera's fault. Kale didn't listen though, because whether or not it was Kiera's fault, he had won – fair and square.

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Qualifying

It was an off weekend for the NASCAR Busch Series, so Kasey only had to worry about practice, qualifying, appearances and the race for the Cup Series, which was a relief to him, and made it easier to spend more time with Kiera.

"You're sitting up with Tommy, right?" Kasey asked as the two of them walked down pit road towards Kasey's car. He was going out twentieth.

"Yeah, although I don't think Tony knows that yet, but he'll get over it."

Kasey laughed. "You're too good to me," he told her, bringing his head closer to hers for a kiss.

"And you're too good for me too," she whispered, as their heads moved the few centimeters left, and their lips connected.

"Oh jeez," they heard Kale groan, "I can't go anywhere without finding you two in the middle of a make-out session. Not even my own motor coach."

Kasey pulled away, "It's my motor coach Kale, you just weaseled your way into it."

"Aww, thanks bro, I love you too."

Kale walked away, shaking his head, as Kasey and Kiera broke apart again and finished the walk to his car.

"How much time do you have?" she asked.

"Um... probably about ten minutes before I have to get all my crap on and get ready to go out there," he answered, "Why?"

"Just wondering how much time I had with you before you had to get out there and get the pole."

He smiled, "Confident now, are we?"

"Well, you're Kasey Kahne, of course you're going to get the pole."

Kasey laughed. "I'm Kasey Kahne, huh?"

"Of course you are," she smirked, "What did you forget who you were or something?"

"Nice Kiera, real nice."

"I thought so."

"I think I may get in my car a little early."

"Aww, did I make Kasey mad?"

"As a matter of fact, you did," he told her jokingly. She could tell she hadn't.

They leaned up against his car, and watched as various driver's ran around the track during qualifying.

"How's your car?" Kiera asked quietly.

"It's good," Kasey replied, "I'm not sure if it's any threat for the pole, but I was running top ten this morning in practice. So as long as we get a good qualifying position, it should be a good race on Sunday, we should be good."

She grabbed his hand when she saw Tommy, Ray, Kale and various other crew members approach them. "Guess it's that time, isn't it?"

"Yep," he nodded, "I guess it is."

When Tommy got to them, Kasey climbed into the car, and Tommy handed him his helmet. "How many cars before we go?" Kasey asked.

"Um... three or so," Tommy shrugged, "You're up soon though, that I much I know. Let's just go get 'em. Show 'em that you may be a rookie, but you can run up there with the big dogs."

Kasey chuckled, "Okay Tommy, I can do that."

"Good, now I'm going up to the top of the pit box to watch you get the pole," Tommy said, turning towards Kiera, "You comin' Kiera?"

"I'll be up in a few minutes," she grinned, "Just gotta make sure this punk has all his safety equipment on before he heads out there."

Tommy just laughed as he walked away, leaving Kiera and Kasey alone once again.

"I'm a punk now, am I?"

Kiera grinned, "You know you are."

"I'm not talking to you anymore," he pouted.

"That's what you say now..."

"No, I'm really –" he shook his head, "You got me there."

"Ha! I knew I would."

The NASCAR official standing at their position on pit road motioned that Kasey was up next, so Kiera kneeled down so she was level with his window, and essentially him. "Be safe, okay?"

"Aren't I always?"

"Kase, I'm being serious."

"So am I, Ki."

"Whatever," she shrugged, "Be safe, and let's get the pole."

Before she could walk away, he pulled her head towards his, and kissed her. "I'll be safe for you baby, only for you. You're the reason I'm still here."

A slow, lazy smile crossed her face as she stood up and squeezed his hand one more time, "Go get 'em."

"Yes ma'am," he saluted her, causing her to laugh as she walked away.

"Come on baby, let's show 'em what you got," she whispered as she climbed up on top of the pit box with Tommy and got her headset on just in time for Kasey to pull out onto the track.

"Come on Kase, you can do this," she encouraged over the radio.

"Good to hear you Ki," he said as he got up to speed; she could hear the smile in his voice – he loved it when he was racing.

"Ditto to you being able to do it," Tommy chuckled, Kasey along with him, "Now, let's go get ourselves a good lap."

"10-4 Tommy, I'll see what I can do."

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He sure did what he could do. Though it wasn't a pole, twelfth was still good.

"Not bad baby," Kiera murmured as the two of them walked back to Kasey's motor coach after qualifying was over, and the media frenzy had cleared.

"Thanks," Kasey smiled, "I tried to do my best. So... what do you feel like doing tonight?"
She laid her head on his shoulder and linked their hands together. "I don't really care, you pick and I'll do."

"Okay," he laughed.

As soon as they entered the motor coach, Kiera yawned, and Kasey looked at her worriedly. "Why don't you go to sleep Kiera?"

"No," she shook her head, "I want to stay up with you and Kale and do something."

"We'll have all day tomorrow Ki, except my two practices – we can go to the zoo or something together."

"Really?" she questioned, "Because I love the zoo."

"Sure," he laughed, and pointed to the back bedroom, "Now, go to sleep."

"Fine. Will you at least come and tuck me in?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Okay, come on," he dragged her towards the back, "You sure Tony won't care about you sleeping here tonight?"

She yawned loudly, "I already told him I wasn't sure when or if I'd be back to our motor coach tonight."

"Okay," he said, pulling the covers up to her chin and kissing her lightly, "Night Ki."

"Goodnight Kase," she murmured sleepily, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

Kasey walked back to the doorway and watched her sleep for a few minutes, before heading back out to the living room to play video games with Kale. With no distractions this time, he'd win.

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