Passion Has No Face

“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”

- Joss Whedon


Bel’s eyes opened to the darkness and she stretched slowly in bed, the tightness of muscles the only reminder of the night before. That and the deep snoring beside her. She smiled a bit before she sat up, the sheets falling from her bare body and pooling at her waist. She turned slightly and looked down at the sleeping form next to her, the corner of her mouth turning up in a half smile while she looked over his naked frame. The memory of the night before filling her senses before she smiled and turned in bed, letting her feet touch the floor while she drew the sheet away from her.

Standing, she headed over to the window and looked out onto the town, eyes taking in the stars and night and the bustling of people. She turned and headed over to where her clothes were haphazardly tossed in every direction, Bel pulling on her shirt and tugging on her jeans while she listened to the snores of the man in the bed. Her fingers combed through her hair and she reached down to tug on her goggles, feeling almost naked without them as of late.

She thought about how it happened. Purely by accident. How she couldn’t say no. Just to feel the warmth of another person so close to her. Giving her pleasure instead of pain. Giving her heart a jolt of excitement. She smiled a bit as she tugged on her boots, buckling each buckle before she stood up. Brushing her hands over her shirt and down over her hips, she felt the lump of her bike keys in her pocket and she smiled before she moved over to his cortex and typed in a message…

Until Next Time.

Slowly, she moved out the door and down the stairs before she straddled her bike, her hands reaching up to tug down her goggles over her eyes before she started the engine. The warm vibration giving her a thrill of excitement while she gunned the engine, the feeling of adventure and excitement coursing through her before she took off, aiming the bike towards home.

Maybe the coin fell and she didn’t know it. Or maybe it’s still sitting on its side, twirling and spinning and deciding her fate. Either way, she was going to accept it as it came. Either way, it will be worth the wait.

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