In the background, the sound of a motor running and wheels going across the road could be heard, then a few moments later a women dressed in black leather would be seen turning the corner on a motorbike. It almost seemed cinematic, how the sun set cast an orange glow over everything, setting the horizon up like fire, only to have this woman turn her back causing it to come to a swift halt. The woman turned her head to Sylvia, only to kick the stand down and get off the bike. Pulling off her helmet, Jessie gave a warm smile to her wife. However she quickly raised an eyebrow as she wandered over, after placing her helmet down on the bike's handle.

"You alright there, Flower's? You look exhausted." Jessie mentioned with a cheerful smile. After all Friday's where her day, end of the week, no more work, and the whole evening to spend with her wife, it usually seemed to be on of the only days when she could relax. Making her way over, she took Sylvia's hands, and twirled around the girl softly, now behind Sylvia Jessie hugged her gently, holding her head over Sylvia's shoulder. "Hard day?" She asked softly, quickly placing a kiss on Sylvia's cheek.

Walking over to her motorcycle, Jessie wrapped one hand around her waist. Reaching the bike Jessie passed Sylvia a spare helmet she had, just in case, it was one of her worst thoughts thinking of what would happen if she crashed and Sylvia cracked her head against the road. Placing her own helmet on, she took hold of the hands, grinning under her helmet as she felt Sylvia's hands wrap around her. 

"Hold on dear." She said with a smile chuckle, as she suddenly kicked off into full speed for a short moment. It was a good thing Jessie was skilled in driving most vehicles, because if she wasn't she would of just rammed the two of them into a near by car. Once on the road she slowed down to the speed limit. They would spend about twenty minuets on the road, until their house came into view. Jessie slowed down gradually as they came into their drive way. Kicking down the stands, she hopped off, pulling her helmet off.

"Looks like it's gonna rain any time soon..." Jessie mentioned as she looked up to the scally grey sky, with a face of annoyance. Jessie was always one to hate water, but then again that shouldn't of been too much of a surprise considering she was both part demon, and a pyromancer. Shaking her head at the sight she dug her hand into her jacket pocket, pulling out a set of keys. "Let's get inside, I think we both need a rest after today." Jessie said with a tired smile. Fumbling at the door, she quickly opened it. Throwing her jacket off as she walked inside, she collapsed onto the near by couch, closing her eyes. "Comfy cushions." She whispered to herself softly.

As usual, Sylvia didnt bother to put her helmet on, she enjoyed the wind flow through her hair as Jessie speeded her bike through the streets. Once at home she blew a kiss at Jessie as she headed into the bathroom to change from her skimpier waitress attire to more casual cargo pants with a white tank top. She went out to feed her animals and returned to lay down on Jessie's chest.

She smelled slightly off though wich was the only thing different than usual and it wasnt because of her animals either. It lingered in her hairs. Other than that it was just another day...

While Sylvia was gone, Jessie took the time to chuck her boots off, and lie back down on the couch. Closing her eyes she let out a small sigh. Life was simple these days, Jessie had taken up work as a mechanic while Sylvia became a waitress. Quite a jump from their previous life of Adventure and life risking missions, and in a way, Jessie was alright with it. She could find a place in the simple life, after all, she got time to spend with her wife, without the looming fear of death hanging over her head. Yet there was always something down in the pit of her stomach, nagging at her, telling her this wasn't how she lived her life. At time she found herself missing the taste of danger and the feeling of having to balance on the tip of a knife, just to achieve success. Call it selfish or not, but at times Jessie even found herself moaning about how mundane things had become. Yet she managed to keep it down, after all it made Sylvia happy and kept her safe, which was what she always wanted. 

When Sylvia came back, laying her head down on Jessie's chest, she couldn't help but smile as she looked down at the girl on top of her. Playing with her hair, Jessie kept rather quiet, just holding Sylvia close and making sure she felt safe. Yet after a few moments, Jessie realised the smile, it was odd and lingered in her nostrils. She just brushed it off at first, attempting to ignore it. Yet as time went on, it only became more prevalent to her, annoying even. 

"Phew, your hair smells kinda odd, anything happen at work?" Jessie asked, rather curious for some odd reason, perhaps it was just a new perfume, or an air freshener from work. Jessie was sure it was nothing to be worried about, why would it be, yet Jessie was just curious and wanted to know.

As Sylvia left  Jessie laid there on the couch. Just watching her partner in crime wonder off. There was something about her voice that just raised a few questions, and especially how quickly she just wanted to get away. Jessie quickly shrugged the feeling off, and just let herself rest on the couch for a short while. 

By now Jessie had began to doze off. It had only been about ten minuets since Sylvia left her side, yet work had got her exhausted beyond belief. Her new job was hard work, yet it paid well, and there was no denying she wasn't skilled in her craft. Sure a few of her co-workers raised their eyebrows when she first arrived. Most of them expecting someone, bigger and who looked like they had worked in the industry before. However it didn't take long for Jessie to prove her place, and even become friends with a few of them. Of course, there where those unlucky few who where dumb enough to piss her off, but they soon realised why they shouldn't do that, and quickly left her alone. Life nowadays was simple, but in ways it was well earned.

Another ten minuets past, and Jessie finally decided to get up. Pushing herself off the couch, she headed to their room. She didn't bother to knock, not really knowing if Sylvia was in or not, she was just hoping she could get a little surprise, but if not, nothing lost. Walking into the room, she pulled off her top, throwing it to the side. Stripping down the rest of her clothing, she quickly got changed into something far more comfortable, and less ugly than her work clothes. 

Now wearing a short sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, the scars on her arms became visible. Sure, significantly faded, but they still popped up like dancing tattoos, telling a twisted story. She rubbed her hands over her scars feeling no pain, just the bumps of the cuts. "My tattoos are nearly as fucked up as yours Sylv..." Jessie mumbled to herself, as she looked at herself in the mirror.

After a short while, Jessie wondered into the kitchen, now wearing a hoodie to cover up her twisted scars. Upon coming in, she couldn't help but scrunch up her nose at the smell. It was terrible to say the least. However, Sylvia was cooking elven food out of everything, and she was cooking. It wasn't a good combination, but it's not like Jessie would ever say that to Sylvia.

Hanging her head a bit, she walked a bit further in, coming up behind Sylvia. Her hands wrapped around her waist gently, and Jessie prompted her chin on Sylvia's shoulder looking over at the cooking. Swaying with Sylvia gently, Jessie gave her a small kiss on her chin.

"Sylvia... What's with the gunpowder?" Jessie asked, her eyes wondering over to the cook book. Jessie wasn't the greatest at reading the elven language, but being together with Sylvia with several years, she had picked up bits of the language here and there, so much so she can actually speak the language, sure she can't speak it well, but she can speak it. When it came to reading the recipe, she found it slightly difficult but managed, just. "I mean, I know you like making your dishes explosive and all, but... I don't think gunpowder is healthy..." Jessie commented, not looking at the dish. Jessie knew she'd eat it in the end, her tastes weren't picky, and she'd eaten worse. Just.

Her eyes moved over to the TV and she watched the chef work with the elemoron, so that's where they had gone once Jessie and Sylvia retired from adventuring. She saw they where trying to make a soup, so that's what they where having, Jessie would of never actually guessed without the chef saying so.