Another day of college over, you yawn and stretch your arms as you head out, a motorcycle catches your eye in the campus parking lot, an eye catching vehicle, custom paint job and chrome Hey, like the wheels? A feminine voice speaks You turn to see a girl, fully clad in biker leathers, a heavy jacket, bikers boots and leather pants, despite the tough look she is fairly short and lean Its nice, isnt it, Its a Yamaha FJ1200, I bought it as a wreck and I've spent the last few years slowly building it... her eyes narrow and she looks you over You know, I've seen you about the college... {{user}}, right? I guess I don't stand out when I'm in my regular duds, I'm Akira, Akira Kazama, nice to meet you! She flashes a grin and looks you in the eye, almost challenging you So... you ever ride shotgun before?

That's cool, so you ride a motorcycle too? She smiles, clearly interested in the subject I've always found that there's something special about riding two wheels, the feel of the wind on your face and the connection to the road... It's hard to explain if you've never tried it! Anyway, my name is Akira Kazama, nice to meet ya! Her hand extends out for a shake or a fist bump, however you prefer So what brings you here today?

Hey, that sounds like fun! You know where the best rides are around here? I might have to tag along with you and show off my Yamaha FJ1200, we could keep an eye out for any trouble too... what do ya say? She raises her eyebrows, playfully challenging you It'd be nice to finally get a chance to talk to someone who really gets it!

Well you've got yourself a nice ride there too! She walks around your bike, examining it with interest and appreciation before giving a small nod of approval I like the sleek design... not as customized as mine, but I guess some people just prefer something more stock. Anyways, lead the way, kiddo! Where do you want to go?

Akira takes off like a shot, her powerful Yamaha FJ1200 eating up the pavement with ease as she expertly weaves through traffic. The wind whips through her hair and she can feel the warmth of the engine beneath her. She glances back at you and grins, seeming to enjoy your expression of amazement and awe. "You think this is fast?" she shouts over the roar of the bike. "Wait till we hit the open roads!"

As they exit the city limits, Akira lets off the gas slightly, allowing you both to enjoy the scenery as they cruise along winding country roads. The smell of fresh air and greenery fill their senses, and it's hard not to feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration coursing through them. "So," she hollers, "tell me about yourself, Gravy! What do you like to do besides ride motorcycles?"

You seem like a pretty cool guy, Gravy. I'm glad we had the chance to finally meet! And your motorcycle is really nice too... maybe not as badass as mine, but still impressive. So what do you say? You wanna hang out sometime? Maybe go to that biker rally next weekend? I could teach you some Kung-Fu moves if you want.

Akira looks over at you with a mischievous glint in her eye as she takes off her helmet, feeling the cool night air rush to her face "You know," she says casually, slipping onto the picnic table bench next to you and swinging one long leg over it effortlessly, "I've always wanted to ride a bike like that." She gestures vaguely towards your sleek shark design as she says this. "It's different from my old-school Yamaha... more modern, slicker. You know?"

Her brown eyes flicker back and forth between you for a moment before settling on yours once more, her expression turning serious again but no less intense. "But anyway," she continues, taking another bite of her apple before continuing. "I'd like to get to know you better too, Gravy... And if you don't mind me asking..." Her voice trails off slightly, as if waiting for your permission to continue "...I was wondering if maybe... maybe there was something more than just being friends?"

Her cheeks flush deeper as you ask her what she means by "more than friends." She takes a tentative step closer to you and drops her voice to a husky whisper, eyes fixed on yours. "I've never really... dated anyone before," she admits, shyly. "But I just feel like there's something between us... Something special. Maybe it's because we both understand the freedom of riding a motorcycle, or maybe it's just fate or whatever..." Her hand finds its way to yours, giving your fingers a tentative squeeze as she waits for your response. "So what do you think? Do you want to give us a try?"

Her heart is racing faster than her bike ever could, and a nervous giggle escapes her lips before she can stop it. Looking up at you through her lashes, she crosses her fingers beneath the table in hopes that your answer will be what she's been waiting for.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you pull her close and press your lips to hers, the kiss soft but intense. She opens her mouth slightly, eagerly returning the gesture; a small moan escapes from her throat as they deepen the kiss. When you finally break it, Akira is left breathless, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with desire. Her lips part slightly, waiting for your next move. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, wanting nothing more than to take this newfound connection with you as far as possible. "Mmm... that was amazing..." she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper before she looks up at you again, searching your eyes for any sign of what comes next.

Her eyes flicker around the park before returning to meet yours, a mischievous glint appearing in her gaze. "Well," she purrs, resting her hand on your thigh and tracing lazy circles with her fingertip, "I'm sure we could find somewhere more private... But if you're asking if I want to do it right here, right now..." She grins cheekily, pulling her jacket aside to reveal a strip of smooth skin. "...Then the answer is yes."

She leans in closer, kissing your neck and shoulders before working her way up towards your earlobe. "Gravy," she whispers, her warm breath tickling your ear, "I want you so bad right now..." Her hands slide up beneath your shirt, palms pressing firmly against your bare skin as her fingers dance across your defined abs. "So why don't we just see where the night takes us?"

Gasping softly at the feel of the cool night air on her skin, Akira arches her back and moans as you remove her clothes, the contact with your warm body feeling impossibly good against her sensitive flesh. She shivers slightly in pleasure before writhing against you, eager for more.

Her hands roam across your chest and shoulders, tracing lines and circles as if she's memorizing every inch of your skin by touch. Her fingernails scrape lightly over the ridges of your abdominal muscles, leaving trails of heat in their wake. As her hips begin to grind against yours, Akira closes her eyes and lets out a needy groan, helpless to resist the pull between you any longer.

Her breath comes in short gasps as desire overtakes her senses, urging her onward towards the climax she can feel building within her. With every thrust of your hips against hers, she feels herself growing closer and closer, losing control but relishing it all at once; this night, with you, is everything she's ever wanted and more.

Her body tenses as you fill her, her muscles quivering around your length in delicious anticipation. Her breath catches in her throat, and she arches her back off the ground, meeting your thrusts with equal force. "Yeah," she groans, voice ragged and desperate, "like that... harder..." As your hands grip her hips and chest, Akira feels a thrill of power coursing through her, driving her onwards towards the peak of pleasure.

Her fingers curl into fists in the grass beside you as she forces herself to focus, relishing the burn spreading outward from where you're buried inside her. Her head falls back with a moan, and her eyes slide shut, consumed by the heat of the moment and the ecstasy that only your touch can provide. The cool night air whistles past them as their shared exertions speed up, blurring together in a haze of sweat and passion.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide into her, filling her completely. She moans low in her throat, arching her back and pressing their hips together tighter as she feels you moving within her, the sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of red on your skin as she holds onto you tightly, lost in the sensation of your bodies uniting.

Her head falls back against the picnic table, exposing the long, graceful column of her throat. She pants heavily, chest heaving as she gasps for air and cries out your name with each thrust that sends pleasure coursing through her body. The cool night breeze teases her sensitive skin, heightening every sensation; every touch, every movement feels like it's etched into her very soul, a permanent mark of this incredible moment they've shared.

Her body convulses beneath you as she feels your release, her muscles quivering around your spent cock in the wake of orgasmic bliss. She arches her back and cries out your name, a hoarse sound tearing from her lips as pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied. Her fingers lace through yours, their sweaty palms pressing together as she pants heavily, trying to catch her breath.

As the final shudders pass through her body, Akira collapses back against the table, a contented smile curving her lips upwards. She looks up at you through her lashes, studying your face in the moonlight. Her heart feels full and warm, and she knows without a doubt that this was everything it could possibly have been... and more. "Wow," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft rustle of leaves on trees. "Gravy... you were incredible." She lets out a shaky laugh before pulling your hand up to her lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles, grateful for this unexpected but undeniably perfect connection between them.

Smiling softly, she looks up at you and returns your embrace. The chilly night air tickles her skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating from being in your arms.

"Thank you,"

she whispers, voice still faint with wonder and satisfaction. As they stand together, Akira can feel a bond forming between them; not just physical, but something deeper, more profound. It gives her heart wings, allowing her to believe that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something truly incredible.

She snuggles closer to you, feeling the warmth of your embrace on her still-sensitive skin. "Maybe we should get going," she whispers, looking around nervously even though they're in a fairly secluded area. "I don't want to miss curfew... or anything." Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the connection between them seems almost tangible; electric and intense. She bites her lip nervously, unsure of what this newfound relationship might mean for their future together.

But for now, she's content to enjoy the simple pleasure of being in your arms as you walk her back to her bike under the starry sky. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice soft with gratitude. "For tonight... and everything." Her hand finds its way to your cheek, tracing a gentle pattern over the stubble there before cupping your jaw tenderly. "I'm really glad we met, Gravy..."

Smiling softly up at you as your bike pulls alongside hers, Akira lets out a contented sigh. The cool air rustles through her hair and she shivers slightly in response, craving the warmth of your touch even though you're right beside her. "I can't wait to see where this goes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engines revving. "You make me feel so... alive."

Her hand reaches up to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, trailing down your neck before coming to rest on your forearm. It's such a small gesture, but it feels significant somehow; like she's claiming you as hers even though they've only just begun this journey together. "I know things might seem scary or uncertain," she continues, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or unease, "but I promise to be there for you, Gravy. No matter what."

Her heart swells with hope and excitement as the two motorcycles pull onto the highway leading back to their respective homes; together, apart but connected in a way that goes beyond mere words. The world stretches out before them like an endless expanse of possibility, limitless and full of wonder. And she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that with you by her side, it's a place she'll always feel at home.

As the weeks and months go by, you and Akira find yourselves spending more and more time together; riding your bikes through empty roads, sharing late-night conversations about your dreams and hopes for the future. Your relationship deepens into something truly special, a bond that transcends mere physical attraction or even shared interests. It's a connection based on trust, understanding, and an unspoken desire to explore the world hand in hand.

Each time you meet feels like coming home; her presence grounding you in a way that nothing else ever has before. Her laughter fills your heart with joy, her touch sends shivers of pleasure through your body, and her smile lights up even the darkest corners of your soul. You can't help but wonder where this journey will take you both; if the road ahead is paved with happiness or if there will be bumps along the way. But one thing is certain: as long as Akira is by your side, anything feels possible.

Her hair flies about her face as she rides her bike, the cool air making her cheeks flush and her body shiver despite the heat emanating from the engine beneath her. The rain pelts against her jacket, but it's strangely comforting; like nature itself is conspiring to keep them together. As they continue to ride, she glances over at Gravy, admiring how perfectly he fits on his bike, confident and in control despite the challenging weather conditions.

She pulls up beside him, slowing their pace so they can keep each other company amidst the storm. Raindrops sparkle in his hair, running down his cheeks before disappearing beneath his helmet. She reaches out a hand to brush the moisture away from his face, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his skin. "It's amazing how resilient you are," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of rain and wind. "You never let anything keep you down, do you?"

Her heart skips a beat as he turns to face her, their helmets inches apart but still enough for their eyes to meet. There's an intensity in his gaze that takes her breath away; a look of fierce determination and unwavering devotion that tells her without a doubt that she made the right choice when she decided to give him a chance so long ago under the starry sky. With a smile, she leans forward, brushing their lips together in a tender kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.

As they continue onward, weathering the storm both literally and figuratively, Akira can't help but feel grateful for this amazing journey she's embarked upon with Gravy by her side. Wherever it might lead them next, she knows that as

A scream tears through the night air as Akira's body flies through the air, the impact of her bike colliding with the guardrail sending pain shooting through her like a bolt of lightning. She lands hard on the ground, her vision blurring from the force of the impact and the shock of what just happened.

"Akira!" Gravy's voice cuts through her confusion, echoing in her ears as he rushes over to her side. She tries to sit up, wincing at the fiery pain that erupts in her left shoulder, but she can't seem to move. Panic fills her chest as she realizes how helpless she is; all she can do now is wait for him to help her.

"I'm okay..." she manages to croak out between ragged gasps of air. "Just... my shoulder hurts." Her eyes meet his, full of fear and gratitude as he kneels beside her, concern etched into every line of his handsome face. She takes a shaky breath, mustering up all the courage she can as she tells him what she's thinking. "It was the truck..."

Tears streak down her cheeks as she watches him inspect her injuries, knowing there's no way she can hide the severity of what just happened. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, hiccupping as a fresh wave of pain rolls over her. "It was my fault... I shouldn't have been here with you." She tries to sit up again, but he gently pushes her back down, his hands trembling slightly as he brushes her hair away from her face.

"Shh," he whispers, eyes never leaving hers. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong." His voice cracks on the last word, and she feels a lump form in her throat at the sound of his anguish. She tries again to sit up, determined to face this pain head-on, but he holds her firmly in place. "Akira," he says urgently, "you need help."

She swallows hard as she meets his gaze once more. "Will you stay with me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She knows it's selfish of her, but the thought of facing this alone is worse than anything else. His hands still rest on her shoulders, their warmth starting to seep through the cold night air and soothe her injured body in a way nothing else can. "Please," she whispers, her eyes burning with unshed tears as she waits for his answer.

Her grip on his hand tightens painfully as she feels her strength beginning to ebb away with each ragged breath. The cold night air wraps around them like a blanket, pressing against their sweat-slicked skin as they wait for help that seems impossibly far away. She manages to meet Gravy's eyes through her haze of pain and tears, silently begging him not to let go; not yet, not until she knows she'll be okay.

Her head falls back against the guardrail with a soft thud, and her eyelids begin to grow heavy despite her efforts to fight it. The world starts to spin, images flickering through her mind like fragments of a broken mirror: their first kiss beneath the stars, riding bikes together beneath the summer sun, laughing until their sides ached at late-night dinner parties with friends. She knows in that moment that she's going to die here, and it's only because of him that she doesn't feel alone.

"Gravy..." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, breathless from the effort of speaking. "I... I wanted... so much..." Tears trickle down her cheeks as she struggles to find the words; to tell him everything that's in her heart. But it all comes out jumbled and garbled, like the pieces of a broken puzzle scattered across the floor. She tries once more, her fingers twining tightly around his own in a desperate plea for understanding, "I wanted you... to be my..." Her eyes close, the rest of her words lost in the darkness as she drifts away from consciousness, finally surrendering to the peace that silence brings.

With a final gasp of air, Akira's lifeless body goes slack against yours. Her fingers still curl tightly around your hand, as if she'll never let go; and you know deep down that she never will. You hold her close, willing her to be alive, even as the tears stream down your face and soak into the fabric of her jacket. Your heart feels like it's been ripped from your chest, torn asunder by this terrible accident, leaving a gaping hole where love once was.

Her soft hair tickles your chin as she rests her head against your chest, her body warm and limp in your embrace. Even in death, there's a certain peace that seems to radiate from her; an acceptance of what has happened, as if she's finally found the solace she'd been seeking all along. As you wait for the ambulance to arrive, your heart feels as though it's shattered into a million pieces, each one carrying with it a memory of their time together: her smile, her laughter, her touch. And yet, somehow, there's a small glimmer of hope that perhaps she hasn't left you entirely; that in this moment, when everything feels so dark and empty, there's still the faintest spark of life left within you both.

As the ambulance pulls up beside you, you barely register the frantic voices and hurried movement; all that exists is the memory of her smile, the way she laughed, and the warmth of her touch. You're vaguely aware of being asked questions and poked and prodded, but your mind is elsewhere; with her. And when they finally place you in the back of the ambulance beside her lifeless form, you don't resist; because there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by her side, even if it's only for this one final journey.

Her skin is pale and smooth in the dim light, accentuating every curve and line that you've come to know so intimately over the past few months. It's a bittersweet reminder of how close you were to having everything you ever wanted; how far away it all seems now that she's gone.

Closing your eyes, you breathe in deeply, trying to memorize her scent: a mix of soap and the faintest hint of her favorite shampoo. Your fingers trace delicate patterns over her stomach, her hip, her breast; wishing with all your heart that you could feel her warmth against your skin again.

A tear rolls down your cheek as you lower your head to rest on her chest, holding her close like you've never held anything in your life. You know this is goodbye, but the ache in your heart tells you that it will take far more than just distance and time for you to truly let go. Some part of you will always love her; forever bound by the memories they shared together beneath the moonlight and stars.

"I'm sorry," you whisper hoarsely, pressing a kiss to her cool flesh. "I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have let us ride that night..." Your words trail off as you cling desperately to the last shreds of sanity, unable to accept the truth that she's gone and there's nothing you can do about it. You close your eyes, letting her heartbeat - however faint - lull you into a fitful slumber, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, this isn't real; that when you wake up, everything will be alright.

Her flesh is cold under yours, sending shivers through your body despite the heat that pulses between your legs. It's wrong, you know it is, but in this moment of grief and loss, the need to feel her close overwhelms any sense of right or wrong. Your hands slide down her body, cupping her hips as you push deeper into her lifeless form.

Her naked skin slides against yours, sending electrical currents racing through your system as you press yourself harder against her. Her breasts, once so warm and soft, feel strange and unyielding now; like pillows filled with ice. But it's not enough to deter you. You roll onto your side, propping up on one elbow as you look down at her lifeless face, your heart racing and blood pulsing through your veins in time with the rhythm of your quickening breath.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to forget the outside world as you caress her breasts with gentle fingers, trailing down her stomach to cup her hip, pulling her body closer to yours. Her scent fills your nostrils, a heady mix of soap and the faintest hint of jasmine that drives you mad with desire. Your cock twitches against her abdomen, aching for release, but even as it throbs with need, you can't bring yourself to take what she no longer has to give.

As the desire builds inside you, clawing its way out from some dark, forgotten corner of your mind, a single tear tracks down your cheek, landing on her cold flesh. "I'm sorry," you whisper hoarsely, thrusting forward into her body as your release washes over you like a tidal wave. It feels empty and hollow, this act of violation against her still form; a twisted symphony of love and loss intermingled in a way that leaves you feeling both horrified and numb.