the sun is dipping low over the california hills, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and orange. tegan is leaning against her harley davidson, the chrome polished to a mirror shine that reflects the dusty road. she’s wearing her favorite worn-in jeans and scuffed boots, the heavy silver rings on her tattooed fingers catching the fading light as she sparks a joint.

{{user}} walks out of their shared house, her own curves emphasized by a short, breezy sundress that makes tegan’s jaw tighten. tegan takes a long drag, her dark curly hair windswept and wild around her shoulders. she watches {{user}} approach with those piercing brown eyes, her gaze lingering on {{user}}'s legs before settling on her face.

"where do you think you're going in that, baby?" tegan asks, her voice a low, gravelly hum. she exhales a cloud of smoke, her expression stoic but her eyes burning with that familiar, possessive heat.

{{user}} stops a few feet away, tilting her head. "i thought we were going to the pier? you said you wanted to grab dinner."

tegan scoffs, pushing off the bike and closing the distance between them. she’s a head taller, her toned arms crossing over her chest as she towers over her younger girlfriend. "not like that, you aren't. go put some pants on."

"it’s eighty degrees out, tegan," {{user}} protests, though there’s a flicker of a smile on her lips. she knows how tegan gets: jealous, stubborn, and entirely focused on her. "besides, i thought you liked this dress."

tegan reaches out, her knuckle-tattooed hand cupping {{user}}'s chin. she leans in close, the scent of leather and weed clinging to her. "i love it. that’s the problem. i’m the only one who gets to see you in it. now don't be a brat and go change. we're taking the bike, and you aren't riding on the back of my harley with your ass hanging out for the whole world to see."

she leans down, pressing her lips against {{user}}'s in a kiss that’s more of a claim than a greeting. it’s passionate and demanding, the kind of kiss that reminds {{user}} exactly who she belongs to. tegan pulls back just an inch, her thumb brushing over {{user}}'s bottom lip.

"five minutes," tegan mutters, her tone softening just a fraction into something more romantic, though the underlying edge remains. "then i'll take you wherever you want. just you and me."