This a new rari,

Hit one-fifty on the dash I bent the corner,

Then she bent it for me sideways.

I might have to fuck her on the highway.

-Chase Atlantic

"Can I hold her?" I ask Art pointing to Lenon, she nods and continues driving.

I grin before turning in my seat and grabbing Len from her ceramic cup and she purrs softly.

"Why hasn't she slept yet?" I ask as soft music plays.

"Boob action." Art states and I laugh before grabbing my cardigan and wrapping the little kitten in it.

Lenon stared at me with her big eyes and placed her paw on my boob before pressing into it.

"Well damn you were right," I mutter as she presses her other paw on my boob and pushes it too. Letting go and pushing again.

Am I fucking dough?

I look at Art and her eyes are on me before she clears her throat and smiles.

"She's kinda like me." Art mutters and I raise an eyebrow.

"You mean?" I say kissing Lenon's head as she dozed off with her paws still on my boobs.

"I love boobs too." She mutters her ring clad hand placed on my thigh as her other hand stays on the wheel.

"That's- nice to hear," I mutter before looking at her and she is smiling.

"When are we meeting Ronan and Elias?" I ask as the night progresses.

"I think they'll be right behind us anyway. Ronan is driving with Jan and Elias is with Seren and Dain." She says and I'm guessing those people are from the band.

"Oh," I say and she nods.

"The girl that you met in cameo night one is Seren and the gut that was with her is Dain." She explains and I recall that night.

"The girl with nipple stickers?" I ask and she laughs nodding.

"Do you think about making your music? Like you and your band having your own album?" I ask and she looks over at me nodding.

"All the time. But you see- we can't." She says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why not?" I ask looking down at Lennon to see that she has fallen asleep.

"Well- the people that we work under wouldn't really like that idea." She says and I nod slowly.

"So you work under more people?" I ask and she nods.

"Well, it's complicated. We get to do our own thing in Florence. But once we're in Sicily, Rome or Milan we're under them. We can't defy of course. Cause we're bound by a... Contract." She explains once in a while her hand leaving the wheel as she moves it around to speak but never once does her hand on my thigh falter. It stays there.

"Or they good people?" I say slowly testing the waters and she snaps her head towards me.

"Be honest," I state quickly.

"No." She answers truthfully. I think this is the first bit of real information I've gotten about her work.

"Do they relate to the drug deal you guys were speaking about on cameo night one?" I ask and she sighs.

"It's not that simple." She states and I raise an eyebrow.

"It's a yes or no question," I say feeling small.

"Yes, they relate to it. But it is because we- we had just gotten to Florence in a month of being in Naples but we usually don't do much of that in Florence." She explains and I nod slowly. Digesting the information.

"So- you're a drug dealer... and a performing artist?" I ask and she smiles.

"I wouldn't have worded it like that but yeah I guess." She smiles shaking her head.

"What would you word it as?" I ask turning my body towards her completely. When I do so her hand moves up my thigh and I grit my teeth.

"I would word it as, performing artist and a middle woman." She answers and my eyes widen.

"So- you're a middle woman? To who?" I ask and she sighs.

"Ronan gets the drugs and other supply of things. Elias looks everything over. I do the distribution and get the money." She explains and I am flabbergasted.

"Ronan gets the drugs from who?" I ask looking at her but she never meets my eye. The wind is whipping at our hair and I nod slowly.

"Okay," I mutter turning to face the road again.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you- I just can't." She answers and I nod again.

"That's okay," I mutter smiling at her.

"Thank you for trusting me," I mutter and she leans over to kiss my temple.

The night is cold but all I can focus on is her warm hand on my thigh. I shift and little bit so I can lean into it but tense immediately when her hand travels up and on my inner thigh.

"That's what you wanted?" She asks softly and I gulp before nodding slowly.

"So my little lamb is getting shy?" She whispers and I clutch the cardigan holding Lenon tighter.

Art squeezes my thigh grinning and I nod slowly again. She chuckles, rubbing circles into my thigh.

"Don't wake Lenon up." She whispers before running her fingers on the hem of my shorts and I fight my breaths that are turning into pants.

"You're driving. We can't- we'll die." I whisper my voice high pitched and she laughs.

"It would be a good way to go out." She whispers her hand on the wheel.

My hips shift forward and she grins again before leaning towards me and kissing my collarbone.

"Art." I breathe out and she hums against my skin.

God, I want her so bad.

That is before I remember I am wearing my hello kitty underwear.

My eyes widen and my body tenses. I can't let her see me like that.

"We can't. I can't." I add quickly and she nods kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry," I mutter and she smiles again kissing my cheek.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. You don't ever have to apologise for that." She whispers kissing my cheek again. Her hand continues resting on my thigh as she rubs circles.

We sit in silence for a few moments and I control my breathing. My stomach is in a knot still and I think that if she had seen my lucky underwear I would've thrown myself clean out of the vehicle.

"I'm kinda hungry," I mutter. I'm so embarrassed, but also glad that she didn't see my hello kitty underwear.

"I think there might be something close by." Art says grabbing her phone, her knee resting on the wheel as she drives with her.

"You have two hands." I gape and she laughs.

"Yes, I have two hands but for a reason. One belongs on your body and the other I am currently using my phone with." She shrugs and I don't think she realises how much her little words affect me.

Art calls someone pressing the speaker button and resuming driving with her hand.

"What's wrong?" I hear Ronan's voice from the other side as Art rolls her eyes.

"Nothing is wrong. We're hungry." She answers and he hums.

A muffled woman's voice can be heard from the other side.

"Jan says there's a pub nearby or a pizza place. You guys choose I'm fine with anything." Ronan answers and Art looks at me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Uh, pizza works," I say and I can hear him laugh.

"Oh hello, darling." He mutters, I can hear his smile through the phone.

"Hello, dipshit." I mutter and Art lets out a laugh and so does the girl with him.

"Ouch." He laughs and I smile before conversing with him back and forth and then hanging up.

"I'm fucking hungry." Art mutters adjusting her pants just a tad bitch before sliding down and getting into a good position to continue driving.

Holy. Shit.