D Is For Duster

By Geekgrrllurking

“So, that’s it? You’re just going?” The ‘without me’ hung in the air, unsaid but heard, loud and clear. Lady Wolf stood helplessly watching the sinewy brunette quickly and efficiently packing her gear, safely storing her weaponry on the big black Harley.

“‘Fraid so.” Blood Wolf kept her head down, not wanting the other woman to see her tears. This mission would be hard enough to face, without thinking about leaving the tall blonde behind. She resisted as long as she could, but she couldn’t help herself. She looked up, their eyes locking.

“Where I’m going, you can’t follow. Not this time anyway.” Blood Wolf took a step, and then another closer to her confused partner. She cupped a smooth cheek and smiled sadly. “Stay safe. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Lady Wolf looked away, tears welling, as it all became too much. She lurched forward, pulling her lover into a crushing hug. She nuzzled along the warm skin below the collar of the leather duster, breathing in the other woman’s scent, memorizing the feel of her curves pressed tight against her.

“Promise?” she whispered into the dark hair, holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go.

“I promise…” Blood Wolf swallowed hard. This was so much more difficult than she imagined. How had this upstart wiggled her way so deeply into her heart in such a brief time? Long fingers slid into the short blonde hair, tugging Lady Wolf down closer, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss, a bittersweet good bye.

Finally pulling apart, Blood Wolf smiled sadly and grabbed her helmet, slamming it down on her head. It was for the best. Maybe she’d eventually even believe that. Hopping on the Harley, it thundered to life and with a final wave, she pulled out into the street and disappeared into the dark, dangerous city.

Lady Wolf stood in the full moonlight, watching her lover go.

Turning to grab her small bag from the back of her bike, Lady Wolf dug down and pulled out her latest toy. Flicking the electronic device on, a small acid green light tracked across a tiny grey map and GPS coordinates streamed beneath. The tracking device she’d put in the hem of the leather duster was working perfectly. Lady Wolf smiled.

“Ready or not, here I comeā€¦”