Ouragan [Rain]

[Jacques (DELETED 6254)]

“Pay close attention, now. She doesn’t handle like your everyday Mazda. There is a lot more power under her hood than you might think, looking at her.” Just saying it made him chuckle. Just looking at the GT-R made his spine tingle with the power under her hood. Just parked in the garage, it looked like it was moving too fast. The car was a beast before he had gotten his hands on it. Now? Now it was the stuff of nightmares.

He turned the key in the ignition and woke the beast. The engine roared, a sound terrible to behold. The turbocharger whined and hissed, each brush of the gas pedal shot gouts of blue flame from the exhaust and he turned to the small blonde strapped into his passenger seat, a wicked smile on his lips. His hand dropped, flicking the paddle-shift into reverse without a sound, only a slight dip in the engine’s rumble told him the transmission changed over gears.

Letting off the brake, the car moved so quick the tires barked against the asphalt. He hadn’t even touched the gas. The tremendous power resting inches from the floorboard caused the entire frame of the car to tremble in anticipation. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and bit into the flesh with a wry, twisted smirk. “This is it.”

His hand moved in unison with his feet, the huge sedan dropping into gear with a dip in the engine’s whine. The roar of the beast was dominant, drowning the world around them in an ocean of sound. The tires screamed, smoke flying into the air as the rubber burned away, the surface gaining purchase with a sharp bark, the Skyline shooting out of the garage in a blink. The wide-bodied bullet flashed silver in the dockside road, street lamps trailing by so fast that one bled into the next, forming a long orange line the entire length of the docks.

The entire world around them was a rush of color and light, the roar of the engine claiming the air, charging it with an electrical excitement that could have charged a city block. In a quick flurry of motion, the wheel turned sharp, his foot shooting to the clutch as he slammed back the emergency brake. The car turned sideways, tires screaming in protest as a quartet of long, thick black lines marred the pavement in their wake. The corner was executed perfectly, the Nissan only losing minimal speed as it made the ninety-degree turn, shooting them into the heart of town. He couldn’t hide his grin as his sharp, blue eyes flicked to the corner of his vision, looking to her as he shot them down a long, straight street void of any traffic.

“I hear you like to play a little game with the cops. What do you say we find ourselves a ghost car and have some fun?” He grinned, and pulled the wheel again, another corner causing the wheels to scream as he shot down the east-west connection. A lone white car prowled along the street, red tail lights flaring to life as the Challenger rolled to a stop at a light.

The signal flicked green and Jacques couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “And here. We. Go.” he murmured, flicking the Skyline into the next lane, the silver bullet screaming past the solid white Muscle car. The flash of light was brief, the ghost car flaring to life as it roared, the heavy Dodge screaming down the long strip to try and close ground. A sharp right took them back to the northbound highway, the officer trailing behind as he made the corner, sliding into the opposite lane of traffic in a wide, slow arc.

Jacques couldn’t help but laugh as the car vanished in the rearview mirror, the huge interceptor too slow to keep up with the agile, powerful GT-R. Gearing down, slowing to a crawl, he pulled the car down another street, slowly listing to the side of the street until he tucked the wide body neatly into an alley, hidden completely from view of the main road. It was nearly another three minutes before the alley flashed with light, the cruiser flashing his spot lamp, still searching the side streets for the unusual car that had blown his interceptor away.

Just as quickly as it had come, the light vanished as the cruiser moved on, searching the next alley, and the next. The tall Killer laughed, the sound breathless with excitement. He turned to the blonde at his side and lifted a hand to her chin, turning her head and pushing his lips to hers in a rough, adrenaline-fueled kiss. He grinned, and pulled back, looking into her eyes as he smiled. The look in his features was devilish, the way his thumb traced a slow circle over her jaw was teasing, gentle. He tipped his head to the main highway, where the cruiser would still be prowling down the street looking for them.

“What do you say? You want a go at ******* with the poor guy?”

His mother would likely skin him alive if she knew what they were doing, drawing attention to themselves. More importantly, they were drawing attention to his car. It was an unusual car; rather uncommon in this part of the world. This was as much a game with her as it was with the poor man on patrol. Maybe even his sire was in on the game, if she cared at all about how much of the authorities’ attention he gathered. Honestly, he hadn’t pulled anything really fun since they had been in Harper Rock. None of them really knew the kind of mayhem he liked to cause.

He hadn’t earned the name “Ouragan” for nothing.

He was a perfect storm; mischief and charm, evil and good, twisted and pure. He was capable of keeping himself in perfect balance, just the right amount of business with a splash of pleasure. The problem was, he took that splash some nights, and made it a tidal wave. He couldn’t help himself. Havoc was the sort of thing that made him thrive, and picking up the pieces after he’d made a ******* mess of everything? Well, for him, that was all a part of the fun.

“Think you can handle her?” He asked, as he flipped the keys around his index finger before letting them dangle in front of her.

[Rain (DELETED 5917)]

Damn, boy, you have no idea who you’re ridin’ with, do you?

Brushing her fingers along the dashboard, she kept her touch light - almost reverent. The leather felt smooth and cool beneath her fingertips, and as she traced the lock to the glove box, she chuckled. “So, you did read up on me.” She knew that should have felt upset about him prying into her past, and yet, she felt… flattered. It wasn’t the first time that he had proved his devotion to her, and she knew that it wouldn’t be the last. He was constantly finding new ways to reassure her that he was meant for her, and his efforts were beginning to crack the bulletproof glass that surrounded her heart. You’ve got it bad, girl. Resting back, she slid her fingers over the strap that kept her securely pinned in her seat and raised a brow.

“You know that I don’t need the seatbelt, right?”

She hated the feeling that she was restrained, and she found herself beginning to twist in her seat, even as the car roared to life. It took her a solid second to realize where the sound had originated from, and as her mind clicked into place, she turned her attention back to the man at her side. He seemed so content, his eyes vibrant and his lips twisted into a smirk that did something horrible to her insides. The look in his eyes alone was enough to scorch her, and as she reached over to press her hand to his thigh, she laughed. “This is what you’ve been keeping from me? I feel insulted,” she playfully pouted, before moving her hand back to her lap.

Could she really blame him?

Setting this beauty in front of her would have been like locking an recovering alcoholic in a room full of his favorite whiskey. She would have relapsed in seconds, just to feel the weight of the steering wheel beneath her palms. I bet you can do amazing things, beautiful, she thought as she brushed her fingers across the console. The pure power that radiated from the frame as he pulled onto the street was enough to ignite her addiction. She had never controlled a car so beautiful, so monstrous - so deadly. The possibilities of what she could have accomplished had she held this beast in her possession were endless. No one would have been able to stop her - no one would have been able to catch her.

She needed more.

As if reading her thoughts, he offered her the one thing she couldn’t refuse. It didn’t matter to her that she was risking everything - she had to find out what his beast could really do. Before he gave her a chance to answer, the ghost car trembled to life behind them. She could tell the moment she laid eyes on the massive beast that it was going to be no match for what her man possessed. The way he moved was sinful, and as he swerved into another lane, she felt the adrenaline flare to life in her veins. It was all too familiar - the buildings as they blended together and blurred past them, the way her body trembled as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. She had lived for this for so many years. How had she given it all up without a second thought? Not anymore. He had awoken the demon inside of her, and for just one night, she was going to let it taste freedom.

Has it ever really been asleep?
Not at all.

“Mm, who knew you were such a bad boy,” she smirked as he swung the car into a deserted alley, the wheels rolling silently before he killed the engine. The second the lights had dimmed, she moved over the console and curled his fingers into his shirt to pull him towards her. Pressing her lips to his, she kissed him hungrily for a few seconds, before shoving him back into his seat with a grin. "You know how to show a girl a good time, don't you?" Her voice was a whisper as she dropped her gaze to his hand, the hunger in her eyes being replaced with an almost desperate need - and it wasn't for flesh. The moonlight glinted off the key in his hand, and her eyes followed the circular movement as he swung it around an expert finger. Don’t tease me, baby. Reaching out, she quickly snatched it from his grasp before throwing open her door and stepping out.

“Move over, babe. Let me show you how it’s really done.”

[Jacques (DELETED 6254)]

Leaning into her as she pushed her lips to his, he returned her kiss with a wry, pleased smirk, his hand moving to rest on her taut, tensed abdomen as she twisted in her seat. When she pulled away, working at her harness, he let that smirk slide into a full scale smile. He shook his head, and let her swipe the keys from his hand. She slipped from the car and said about the most foolish thing she could say. He laughed. He couldn’t stop himself.

If anything, he could have shown her a whole new world of driving. This was his baby, his lifeblood, his essence. This car, so rare and powerful and completely majestic, was an extension of his own soul. Nothing had ever been more prized, more connected to him than his car; family notwithstanding.

With an expert grace and practiced ease, he flipped the six point harness free, and hoisted himself from the seat. His legs swung neatly across the center console and over the gearshift, to land neatly in the passenger floorboard, the rest of him following in a swift, fluid motion to land him neatly in the opposing seat and leaving the driver’s compartment free for her. He grinned up at her from the seat she had just occupied and waved his hand to the empty space that he had just made for her, the crisp, soft leather of the seat still warm from the heater. “All yours, Amour. Try your hand at it. I know you won’t disappoint.”

He gave a devilish twist of his lips and settled back into the seat, setting to reattaching the harness. When she twisted into the driver’s seat, he gave her a chiding shake of his head. “And you may not think that you need the harness, Cherie, but it is as much for control as it is for safety. Without it, you are liable to be tossed all over the cabin, just from the g forces applied to your body just from taking a corner. Trust me. It’s much easier to drive in that seat, than to try and push the brake from my lap over here.”

He chuckled at the very notion, simply imagining the small woman’s short, slender legs reaching over the console to stomp blindly after the brake and falling horribly short. It was something that would bring him endless hours of amusement, but would, undoubtedly, end horribly for his car. He lifted his hands, fingers pushing neatly through his well kempt golden tresses, neatly trimmed and styled to withstand his obsessive touching. He couldn’t help but keep his hands busy, and in most occasions, it was his hair that suffered their incessant need to keep from idling.

As she settled in, he placed his hand on the gearshift to give her the quick pointers. “The shift is smooth, almost no resistance. It’ll catch you by surprise, same as the clutch. This transmission is the product of thousands of hours of tweaking and customization. I doubt there’s another in the world that would fit this car half so well. The engine is powerful. You know that already. So the accelerator is extremely sensitive. You don’t need to stomp it to set off, or you’re going to lose traction. The handling is a little tight, so careful with the corners until you’ve got the feel. It’s an entirely new experience. I promise you’ve never driven anything like this in your life.”

He let his hand slide from the shift, the chrome cap embossed with his alias glinting in the overhead lamp’s sharp, crisp light. “I know you can handle this, so show me something wild. I think this’ll be one hell of a night.” He finally relaxed into his seat, letting it caress his frame as he leaned back. He really hoped she realized the momentous occasion that this was, test driving his car. This was huge for him. She was literally the third person to ever sit behind the wheel of this car, the first two being himself and his mother, who had bought him the car. This was huge.

If his mother knew, she would probably have his hide.

That, or squeal over how ”cute” they were. She loved Rain, and he was glad for that. They were perfect together, as he had known from the moment he had set eyes on her. The way she handled the other half of him, the way she drove this car, would tell just how much she knew about him, just how well she was really meant to be for him. This was a real test, a real deep trust he was extending to her. Now, all that was left to see was what she would do with it. How would she handle it?

“Alright, babe. Let’s punch it. Show me what you can do.”