We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Tetradore knew just where to press his lips to cause her own breathing to hitch, enjoying the sensation of being pulled flush against his body, relishing in the feel of that closeness his strong figure provided. There was nothing wrong about the way they indulged within each other's bodies, the unstoppable pull to perhaps seek each other out for that very comfort was difficult to ignore. How many times have they rendered themselves exhausted tangled within those sheets, what had only intended to be a singular night in bliss had certainly continued beyond that night that had started it all. Like a habit they hardly wished to break. A catalyst for a burning hunger that neither seemed to tire of. Not that either one was complaining, she looked forward to those stolen moments they dared to take. Covertly attempting to keep that fire between them concealed from prying eyes, a secret locked away all to themselves. She had learned every inch of his body, committing it to memory, reveling in the very look in his eye when he came undone. Those nights they had stolen together became something she looked forward to. Oh, that dangerous slope they treaded, like feet upon melting ice and yet how simple it was to ignore it. At least for now. Why ruin that perfection with complicated things?

But in that very moment, she found herself wanting, giving into those igniting kisses that he lavishly pressed against the slope of her honied neck. How different this moment seemed from the rest, it was truly the first time he had gifted her anything, especially in public. He hardly seemed disturbed by the glances or blatant stares they received. His actions always under a constant scrutiny by all. Her mind already thinking of ways she could thank him and yet, apparently that time was hardly now. Tetradore seemed to have something up his sleeve. Those bikes the first thing she saw when she gave into the sway of that near intolerable inquisitiveness.

A chuckle was coaxed from Tetradore once more, that pleasant sound she had seemed to make her personal mission to pull from him. That sound rumbled through her due to that very proximity, that declaration that his motorcycle was lonely. Not anymore. Perhaps, that motorcycle was symbolic to the owner himself. That impressive bike certainly did suit him with those vibrant green accents that could have very well resembled the man's striking eyes. Yet it was that flashy crimson hue of the other bike that had seemed to speak to her soul, that gorgeous hue of the new Ducati mount was altogether appropriate to Mira herself. Tetradore seemed to respond to those teasing words, finding it within himself to disagree. Was he worried? Her body twisting within his grasp to settle those smoldering golden eyes upon him, hardly unable to stop that quirk of her lips.

If he thought she would lose easily, he was in for one hell of surprise. At the very least she fully intended to make him work for it. "Well I suppose that depends on how badly I lose.." She answered honestly.. yet she had no intentions on losing even if he did possess the faster bike. But was speed everything? Unfortunately, some time had passed since she rode last, it was engrained within her like breathing, but like all things... everything got better with practice. However, she didn't let her own hesitation show. "You will have to show me." There was almost something mischievous lining within her voice, some thinly veiled double meaning within those very words. A playful challenge laced with that flirtatious edge.

That stolen kiss shared between them, however, short lived as it was, still seemed to toy with his own want. How she could have lingered there, tending to the flames that he had started, and yet how curious she was of those imminent plans. Those words nothing short of urging, one that provoked a snort from him. That shaking of his head provoked that grin that practically declared 'try me'. Her attention returned to that crimson bike before slipping from his embrace, no matter how tempting it was to remain there, that urge to size up that bike was nothing short of alluring.

That awe of that bike evident upon her features, that mention of those roads that simply waited for him. How could she deny that painted picture?

That question slipped almost offhandedly from her then, one Tetradore only seemed to barely remark on, dismissing it with a simple shrug, her golden eyes seemed to follow him, her look sincerely taken aback. How long had he been planning this? How quick he was to downplay that very comment and how little he revealed to her, he positioned himself to mount his bike with a practiced ease. Curiousity was supposed to kill the cat and yet now she wasn't so sure. At the very least that jacket now made all the sense. The sight of him on his bike, made her golden eyes linger for a touch longer that she anticipated, he was obviously attractive and yet on a bike... it just simply did it for her. "Now you can't say you don't have good taste.." Good tastes in leather and bikes it would seem. He could deny all it wanted. Yet how she could hardly help to allow her thoughts stray from this planned evening.

Mira moved toward that ledge to grab their food, securing it upon that bike and tucking that matching red helmet tucked securely beneath her arm. Mira could hardly help that mention of that bike being beautiful. How unaware she was of his own lingering gaze that so watched her in the moment as she so settled into her own seat, the cushion forming comfortable beneath her. She could hardly help that childish grin that spread across her face, how she couldn't wait to drive it. She was ready right this moment. Wherever it was they were going was fine with her on this bike and within his company.

Mira entangled her hand within the satisfying warmth of Tetradore's own as he issued that lone question. Ready? So they were teleporting, that ever prominent curiosity tugging once more within her. She knew exactly what he intended to do and she could hardly help but feel the prickle of nervousness pepper across her flesh. "Always am." She stated with playful confidence, even as those encroaching nerves bit at the seams of her own resolve. Yet, with a slight squeeze she nodded firmly, yet she never let that stop her. All those thoughts of being dropped within the inky black interim still so needled their way within her mind.

How she could hardly help the nerves that ate hungrily and yet her resolve won out. That simple jest escaping her prompting that assurance from Tetradore. She drew in a breath all the same, filling her lungs to ground herself as those shadows, familiar as they were began to lap them up, swallowing them into that enigmatic darkness. For but a temporary moment, those invasive shadows seemed to tumble them through complete inky darkness they easily traversed through. Her body felt like she was in a washing machine, and yet oddly remaining upright, still connected to the bike and Tetradore. How she squeezed his hand just a little harder. He was her anchor, and that thought alone brought a soothing edge to those shadows that rapidly transported them from the Ark... to the middle of who the hell knows where. That unknown was nothing short of exciting even despite it was killing her to know where they wound up. Embraced with complete darkness only to be spat out in brilliant light, that sun beating down on them. Thankfully that vertigo was quick to pass. Her eyes needing a little longer to catch up, adjusting to that brightness. Mira had not choice but to close her eyes due to that assault upon them, blinking several times before she seemed to adjust. She was met with the scent of the ocean, that salty breeze she had come to know so well and yet.... Surrounded by little other than a lush green vastness it was quite clear that they were no longer in Sacrosanct.. let alone.... The country. It had to explain why it was suddenly day time and when she knew it was well into the night simply moments before. She gasped her surprise, her lips parting as she took in those exotic surroundings.

What only added to that disoriented sensation was the fact that they were perched upon some stone structure, that seemed to expand until the ends of the earth itself like some dividing wall.. A wall... There was only one iconic wall that was so large that entered her mind, one she had only read about in textbooks and seen in photographs. Mira could hardly believe her eyes, she hadn't even noticed that Tetradore had let go and her own hand fell softly to her side. Tetradore yawned accompanied by a languid stretch, so much like that cat the was apart of him, entirely unphased that they had somehow ended up halfway across the world... if she was correct. Her companion at her side declared his hunger, climbing off his Ninja.

Of course, there was no grand reveal, like welcome to china.... Surprise! Hell, his plans seemed still painfully concealed from her. She slid off the back of her own bike, rushing to the side, peering from left to right. This wasn't accurate was it? "Oh my god.. are we..." That disbelief tied within her words. She turned to face him suddenly, exhaustion evident in his form from that use of his powers. "Are we... on the great wall?" She almost didn't believe her own issued words.. That realization that he had teleported them across the world like it was nothing but a little jaunt to the store was still sinking in. That laughter, that disbelief clinching that very sound that escaped her.

The sun was still climbing within that sky which indicated that it was morning. The day simply renewed. "If its morning here, does this make this breakfast?" She grinned, wanting to soak it all in and yet she couldn't deny her own hunger as her stomach began to settle. Moving toward that bag that radiated warmth from that fresh cooked meal.

There was no halfway with the western alpha it would seem. Her gaze flickered upward to meet his gaze as she sank down to the floor, patting the space next to her. Part of her wanted to ask what all of this was about and yet how little it mattered, they were in China, she was going to enjoy it even it took a moment to wrap her very head around. "China, huh? I have to say this is first for me.." When was the last time she had even left the country? Too many countless years. How thoughts of travel nothing but diminished and in less than a minute she found herself so far from home with the only person she would want to share it with. She began unpacking those packages, placing them before them unable to pinpoint those scents within those packages just yet.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS