Ever the Fighters
Just Two Hard Heads Keeping Each Other Company...
“Now that Babe...was the best damned showing of my HMPH...life.”
Chuck’s pained baritone boomed with laughter as he wrapped one arm around his denim-plated gal, Ash. They were still high as a kite coming off the tail end of the championship match. For both, it was another one in the bag for one of the city’s boldest street fighters.
It was a win that cost him plenty though.
The pale blue light of the Haven skyline caught the flecks of blood as they dewed on the black fur of his chest. The white Ash was quick to wipe them away with her bandanna.
“When we hit the Maverick, kick your paws up, I’ll drive,” she smiled, nuzzling up to her lover.
“Sure thing,” he chuckled, “Anything to get behind the wheel, right?”
The punk could only grin as his gauze-wrapped mitts tasseled her scruff.
It wasn’t long before they clambered into the souped-up compact. She was a deep blue beauty that turned over on a dime as Chuck undid his ankle wraps and gauze. He went to throw both legs on the dash when
“JEEEEEEEEEEEESUS!”
The cramp of the ages came careening up on him. Ash looked over, concerned. Chuck could only grin through the embarrassment.
“Nothing we can’t fix at the pad Babe,” he reassured, “I’ll be fine when you need me.”
Ash giggled in turn, patting the tough guy’s knee before turning her attention to the car.
“Let’s go easy on the old man,” she whispered, “I think he’s passed it.”
Chuck perked an ear, reclining as the car revved playfully.
“Do your worst,” he spat with feigned indignance.
“Alright, you asked for it.”
She dropped the Maverick into gear and swung the throttle to the ground. The rod’s wheels were spinning like mad when she leapt onto the streets.
Now if only they hadn’t done that in front of a HOV-CRAFT on the prowl.
Chuck was treated to the familiar sleek sight when he turned the glove box monitors on.
“Fuzz at 6’O Babe, hope you got your Taylors laced on tight.”
Ash smirked as she saw the image.
“We got that zoom set at 50x, right?”
Chuck nodded.
“We got space then. But how ‘bout a little more?”
She dug into the clutch and dropped the hammer. The Maverick came up swinging on the streets as Chuck loaded his pistol.
“This is gonna be fun,” he sighed, the visage of the hovering police car growing on the twin screens.
“You ever done this with a charley horse before?” Ash asked innocently.
Chuck shrugged.
“First time for everything.”
The black wolf dug his thumb into the eight-track in the center console, cranking the volume up. The treble-heavy riff came careening through the speakers as he swung himself out the window.
The music helped conceal the seething.
“Chuck,” Ash growled through gritted teeth, “I think we can out run ‘em this time. I don’t think it’s best to do that with a busted-up chest on top of the legs!”
He couldn’t hear her over the music.
“Alright, she’s coming closer, just a little GAAAAAAAH!”
He whipped back in near-instantaneously. The pain thrashed him as his legs seized.
“Alright, hang on!” Ash barked.
She kicked the brake and swung the car into an alleyway. Chuck looked halfway between bewildered and anguished.
“Why’d ya do that?”
“I don’t need you getting your spine spun round on a sign post just because you wanted to wipe out a cop!”
“I woulda been fine dammit! It’s just a couple of bumps and—”
“BUSTED BONES AND PULLED MEAT YOU NUTJOB! I just ran her hot-n-a-hundred and you want to go swinging yourself out the damn window with spasms at full-tilt. I’d like to screw you you sonofabitch, not scrape your brains off the goddamn grou—”
“Could you CAN IT!?”
The couple went silent, and the faint whir of the metallic lawman grew louder with each passing nanosecond. Their bated breath weighed a ton as Chuck gestured for readiness.
The whir drew closer and closer and close, until...the HOV-CRAFT blew by in a flash.
Chuck and Ash looked to one another, each offering the other a solitary blink of disbelief before the black wolf broke the silence.
“Babe?”
“Yeah.”
“Is Lita out on the town?”
Ash stuttered for a moment before bursting into tears of laughter, her lover following suit as he pulled her out of the driver’s seat and into his lap.
“Sorry for being a little pig-headed back there,” he sweetly intoned.
“It’s alright,” she giggled, “Takes one to take one out.”
“How about we take it easy for the night, just have a couple of pals over, crack open some of that desert brew?”
Ash smiled. Sounded like a gas.
“I’ll drive,” he started.
The white wolf went stone-faced.
“Not with those legs of yours you ain’t.”
Before he could protest, he took a kiss flush to the face.
“You’ll get a whole lot more if you behave Handsome.”
He did so, gladly.