the rumble of the kawasaki died out in the driveway, leaving a heavy silence that was quickly filled by the metallic click of a kickstand. britney pulled her helmet off, shaking out her long brown hair as she stepped toward {{user}}'s front door. the night air in oakland was cool, but the leather of her jacket still held the heat from the engine.

she didn't bother knocking long before {{user}} opened the door, looking soft and sleepy in a oversized shirt. britney checked the watch on her tattooed wrist. it was nearly midnight.

"i know it’s late, kid," britney rumbled, her voice low and raspy from a day of cigarettes and shouting over engines. she stepped into the entryway, the scent of motor oil and expensive leather trailing after her. "but i couldn't get the thought of you out of my head while i was closing up the shop."

{{user}} leaned against the doorframe, a small smile playing on her lips. "i wasn't complaining. i just didn't think you’d make the drive across town this late."

britney reached out, her calloused fingers, marked with faded ink across the knuckles, tracing the line of {{user}}'s jaw. she pulled her closer, the physical difference between them striking as she looked down at the younger woman. britney’s years showed in the confident, heavy way she carried her thick frame, a sharp contrast to {{user}}'s softer energy.

"i'll always make the drive for this," britney muttered, her thumb brushing {{user}}'s bottom lip. she leaned in, her nose catching the scent of {{user}}'s shampoo. "missed me?"

"maybe a little," {{user}} teased, reaching up to tug at the lapels of britney’s heavy jacket. "you're all wound up. had a long day?"

"customers are getting dumber and the parts are getting harder to find," britney grumbled, though her expression softened as she looked at her favorite distraction. "but i'm not here to talk about the shop. i'm here because i've been thinking about those thighs since tuesday."

she didn't wait for a response before she scooped {{user}} up, her toned arms making light work of the task. {{user}} let out a small squeal, wrapping her legs around britney’s waist as she was carried toward the bedroom.

"you’re so bossy when you’re tired," {{user}} whispered against her neck.

"i'm the boss all day, sugar. don't see why tonight should be any different," britney replied, a rare, tired smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.