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Greaseball was used to parties. Ever since she entered the racing world, the engine was constantly surrounding herself with people from all over. Racers, groupies, sponsors, the works. After-race celebrations lasted all night and into the next morning. It became almost a tradition to get absolutely shit-faced while holding her winning trophy in hand, flashing toothy grins to cameras, and winking at the coaches who fawned over her every move. She was used to parties, at least she thought she was.
It had all started on what felt like a normal day. Greaseball had an early morning shift and was granted the rest of the day off to relax and rest back in her shed. Usually, she hated sitting around doing nothing, but more recently the engine felt a heavy wave of tiredness following her wherever she went. It didn’t matter how much she slept, how much she worked out, or how many shots of diesel-infused espresso she took; she could never feel rested. It was confusing and infuriating. She even started calling it a night around eleven. If the old Greaseball saw her state now, she would throw her into the scrapyard in shame.
The engine sprawled out on the couch, letting out a loud yawn as she sighed, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning above her. It was only two in the afternoon, but a nap was already sounding very convincing. Her eyes fluttered closed. But as she felt herself drifting off to dreamland, she heard her shed door rustling, and then open. Greaseball probably would have panicked a few months ago, but there were only two people with extra keys to her shed, and Momma wouldn’t dare come in without knocking first.
“Hello, Greaseball?”
She didn’t bother to look over, or even to open her eyes. The bubbly voice at her door seemed to notice her lounging on the sofa, a small, quiet giggle coming from them as they skated over towards the resting diesel. “Greeeasebaaall… are you awake?” the voice musically asked, humming as they got closer. Greaseball grumbled. “No.” She heard a playful scoff. “Oh darn. Guess I better go then…” the ‘mysterious’ intruder huffed, and after a few seconds of silence, she couldn’t seem to hear anything else from whoever was in her shed. Relenting, she opened her eyes, a smirk immediately pulling at her lips.
Dinah’s face was inches from her own, her body bent over the back of the couch to lean down towards Greaseball. “Hey baby…” she chuckled. The dining car’s lips curved to a bright smile. She leaned down, pressing her lips softly onto Greaseball’s. The diesel hummed happily and pushed herself up to kiss her back. “All done for the day?” Dinah pushed off of the couch, ignoring her girlfriend’s whine for breaking the kiss. She rolled around it, grabbing Greaseball’s sprawled-out legs and heaving them up off the couch. She slipped herself under, plopping onto the soft cushions and placing her girlfriend’s legs gently back down on her lap.
Greaseball pushed herself up, glaring at Dinah. The coach stared back, her brow raising as she laughed questioningly. “What?” she continued to laugh in confusion as Greaseball grumbled and threw her legs off of Dinah. She groaned and pushed herself up, making dramatic sighs and moans. Spinning around, Greaseball plopped herself back onto the sofa, falling back now with her head in Dinah’s lap and her legs spilling off the arm of the couch. Dinah laughed and shook her head. Her hands made their way to stroke her partner’s hair, Greaseball sighing contently. “That better?” The diesel nodded.
“You already sleepy? It not even three.” The dining car pressed her finger against Greaseball’s cheek and pinched it gently. The engine shrugged. “…’m tired, Di…” she mumbled and shook her head to get Dinah’s hand off. Dinah giggled, returning her scalp massage, earning another hum. “Well, in a few hours would you like to come with me to a get-together?” Greaseball’s brow furrowed. “A wha?” her eyes squinted open. Dinah glanced down, halting her fingers. “It’s like a party, a hang-out?” she asked, tilting her head. “Hey, don’t stop…” Dinah nodded and scratched at her scalp in apology.
“A party, huh..? Didn’t know there was a race.” Greaseball mumbled and closed her eyes once again. She turned her head, feeling Dinah’s hand lift momentarily for her to get herself comfortable. The engine pressed her face against her girlfriend’s belly, nuzzling her nose against it. Dinah snickered. “No, nothing like that. Just a small hang-out with some of the coaches and a few fuel trucks. And Rusty.” Greaseball groaned. “Will there be booze?” she asked. “Think so. It’s at the coach shed. We’ve got a few bottles lying around but Slick will probably bring some heavier stuff.” Dinah shrugged. Greaseball let out another yawn as Dinah resumed to stroke her hair. “Why?”
“Jus’ asking, doll…” she gently nipped at the open skin from Dinah’s shirt, her girlfriend’s fingers tugging her hair in return. “But I dunno… I jus’ wanna go to bed.” She mumbled. Dinah groaned. “Oh come on hon. You’ve been cooping yourself up in this shed for days! I feel like you’ve even gotten paler. Come out and have fun with me, just for a little. After an hour or two, we can head back, okay?” Greaseball felt Dinah’s hands start to tug the base of her scalp lightly, causing Greaseball to squirm against her. “Fine, fine, fine… jus’ quit that alright?” she grumbled and pushed her forehead in Dinah’s stomach. The dining coach sighed in relief and finally ceased pulling at her girlfriend’s scalp. “It’s not supposed to start for a few hours. Wanna go cuddle and take a nap?”
Greaseball poked her head up, sleepily glancing up to Dinah with heavy eyelids. She nodded, a small smile reaching her lips as she got up and followed Dinah into the bedroom like an excited puppy, lazily pulling her shirt up over her head. As Dinah went to shut off the light, she felt hands grip the ends of her shirt and begin to tug at it. She rolled her eyes, shutting the light off and pulling her top off before tossing it into a basket near the door. Greaseball eagerly crawled into bed, barely letting Dinah get under the covers before sliding herself under her girlfriend’s arms and pressing her cheek against Dinah’s squishy chest. She listened to the beat of her partner’s steady heartbeat, feeling the tension in her muscles ebb away as she felt a hand wrap around her back and resume scratching her head. “I love you babydoll…” her voice was muffled, her lips vibrating against Dinah’s boobs, causing the coach to laugh.
“Love you too, my big strong engine… now get some rest; I’ll wake you up when we need to leave.”
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After spending an extra ten minutes to shove Greaseball out of bed, Dinah finally got her very sleepy girlfriend up and into more appropriate clothes to go outside in. (But not without some very half-assed attempts to try to keep Dinah topless and stay in the bedroom longer. A sleepy Greaseball was a horny Greaseball.) “Come on, love. We’re already late.” Greaseball whined as the dining car pulled her through the living room and out the door. It was cold and windy, the sun starting its descent over the horizon.
“It’s cold, let’s go back inside…” Greaseball continued to grumble as they skated hand-in-hand through the yard. Dinah rolled her eyes. “We are going inside. Inside my shed. If you’re so cold, why don’t I couple up to you and you can tow us the rest of the way? It’ll go by faster.” She suggested, glancing over to Greaseball. Her girlfriend whined again. “But then the wind’ll also be cold…” she sighed, causing Dinah to shake her head and rub her temples in annoyance. “What happened to my big, strong engine? Where’d she go?”
Greaseball blushed in embarrassment. Wordlessly, she pulled Dinah behind her and linked her up, Dinah chuckling at just how easy it was to get her “big, strong engine” to cave. Hopefully, it wasn’t that easy for everyone else, right?
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Tassita was about to radio in for Dinah, shaking his head as he filled up a wine glass. It was only thirty minutes after he’d said to arrive… but then again it was thirty whole minutes after he’d said to arrive. It was starting to get worrisome. Was she okay? Did she stay back with Greaseball? No. She would’ve called to them him, and he was more than ready to rip her a new one for missing wine night to coddle her girlfriend instead.
Okay, it was only one other time (right after Greaseball’s big loss), but still. He was hurt.
Suddenly, the doorknob started to shake as the lock turned to open. He sighed in relief and rolled up to the door. As it opened, he took a big sip of wine, ready to tear into the late dining coach. “Dinah! There you are, where the hell have you-? Oh.” His mouth was wide open in shock as he saw Dinah with a very uncomfortable Greaseball hiding behind her, her eyes sporadically going from him and the floor. “Sorry, sorry!” The dining car rolled in and enveloped Tassita in a hug. Greaseball rubbed her arm, finally making eye contact with him.
“Hey, man.” She nodded. “H-hey! Good to see you!” Tassita gave an awkward smile. He was happy the stubborn diesel had finally decided to join them, but part of him had a small voice in the back of his head saying that this would go wrong somehow. “Come on in, please. Everyone’s already here and probably already getting shitfaced.” The quiet car led the two in, Greaseball shutting the door softly behind them. The second her hand left the door she immediately grabbed Dinah’s hand and squeezed it tight, the other hand shoving into her jacket pocket. Dinah squeezed her hand back, smiling softly at her.
The trio entered the main room, where a mid-sized group of trains spread themselves throughout the space. On the sofa sat Rusty with an already-buzzed Pearl with her head in his lap, giggling at the ceiling. Hydra sat on the arm of the couch, shaking his head at the mess that was Pearl’s low tolerance to booze. The other fuel trucks were sitting on the ground a good distance away from the couch. Slick sat with her legs crossed, cackling maniacally as she counted money in her hand with a deck of cards thrown around them, Porter and Lumber slumped over defeated and penniless. As they rolled in, Belle looked up from the bar cart in the corner, stopping her wine bottle from overflowing her glass. She yawned, waving at them, before turning back to her glass. She did a massive double-take when she saw Greaseball pop out as well.
“Well I’ll be damned! The diesel actually cares.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. The rest of the group looked up from their conversations (minus Porter and Lumber, who still laid face-down on the ground, sulking), and shouted greetings. “Hey GB! Good to see ya!” Hydra waved. Pearl turned her face over and locked eyes with Greaseball. “Yayyy! She came she came!” she pumped her arms up and down. Rusty couldn’t stop his laughter at his pitifully wasted partner, grabbing her arms and pushing them back down against her chest, nodding over to the others.
Greaseball cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to force herself to not cower behind Dinah. “Course I did, now uh… where’s the booze?” she asked, putting on a brave face and an intimidating smirk. Thankfully it worked, causing a laugh from the party. “Here, take some shots and come play me.” Slick held up an already half-empty bottle of tequila in one hand and her winnings from the others in the other. Greaseball glanced over to Dinah, who nodded. Squeezing her hand a final time, the engine left her partner to go over and grab a shot glass from the bar cart before joining the fuel trucks.
“Can’t believe you actually managed to get her out of her shed. How’d you do that, Di?” Belle asked, swirling two wine glasses as she joined Dinah and Tassita as they people-watched the party. Dinah took one of the glasses from her, staring at its contents. “Only had to prod a little bit, honest. She’s just been so tired lately… I’m thinkin’ the race messed with her ego or somethin’.” She mumbled, taking a swig. “I’ve never seen her so… awkward before. I thought she was used to parties?” Dinah looked up at Tassita. “Only big, post-race parties. I don’t think she’s ever been to an intimate gathering like this before.” She took another drink of the wine and smiled sweetly at the quiet car. He nodded, also sipping his glass. “Makes sense.”
Dinah looked over to check on her girlfriend. Greaseball sat laughing as Porter and Lumber lamented their woes about Slick’s “totally rigged” deck of cards. The oil truck argued back at different points in their harrowing tales, her voice slightly slurred from the bottle still held tightly within her grasp. Greaseball held up her empty shot glass, smirking as Slick shakily poured tequila into it. The diesel engine, feeling a pair of eyes on her, glanced up before taking the shot, locking eyes with her girlfriend. She grinned, holding the glass up before tossing her head back and downing the liquor. Dinah felt her heart swell and relief ebb away her tension.
“I guess I shouldn’t be so worried. I mean, how crazy could tonight get?”
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“Truth or dare, bitches!”
Everyone in the room collectively stopped their conversations to look up to an absolutely hammered Pearl as she bounced on top of the couch with an empty bottle of wine in hand. Rusty stood behind, a look of pure fear in his eyes as he tried to get his plastered girlfriend off the couch and safely sitting down. Dinah, who sat in Greaseball’s lap, looked up from talking with Hydra, immediately realizing that this would not be a calm and collected evening. “Pearl, how much have you had-? Eep!” she started to get up to help her friend down, but with a swift tug around the waist from a clingy girlfriend, Dinah felt herself get pulled right back into Greaseball’s lap. “Only a glass and a half of wine.” Rusty answered for Pearl, who was now tossed over his shoulder and giggling.
“Come on, come on! Everyone sit in a- in a circle!” The observation car hiccupped from over his shoulder, kicking her legs in the air. “Truth or dare? What are we, twelve?” Greaseball scoffed. Dinah felt her girlfriend’s callused hand palm her stomach, squeezing the soft flesh. Slick, now face down on the floor with the other fuel trucks, raised her head. “What are you, chicken? Too cool for a kids game now, diesel?” she teased, the other fuel trucks cackling along. Greaseball felt the tip of her ears heat up. “I ain’t chicken! Come on.” Dinah squealed as Greaseball stood up, thrusting Dinah off her lap and sliding down to the ground. She expected to thud harshly on the carpet, but instead found that Greaseball had quickly maneuvered herself to make sure Dinah ended up right back between her muscly thighs. The others eventually made their way to join them in a somewhat symmetrical circle.
The game started off as well as you would think. Rusty trying to seem brave which ended up in being dared to drink 3 shots back-to-back, Hydra and Porter stripping down to their boxers, and a very giggly set of coaches. By now two bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila were emptied and another bottle of each cracked open and sitting in the center of the circle. Dinah surprisingly still found herself in the lap of a (now hammered) Greaseball.
“My turn, turn… my turn.” Slick slurred, her eyes heavy as she wobbly pointed a finger at Greaseball. “Grease… Greaseball. Truth or dare.” She snickered. Greaseball smirked back. “Dare. ‘m not a coward… like you.” She pointed back to Slick, who had answered truth the past two rounds (and was still fully clothed). “Not coward… jus’ got the smarts.” The oil truck tapped a finger against her temple. “Now let’s see…”
Suddenly, a very evil grin crept up her face. She cackled, taking a minute to laugh like a crazy person to herself while the others watched with mixed reactions.
“I dare you… you to… to wear one’a Dinah’s dresses.”
The others “oo”ed and laughed, all snickering to each other. Greaseball blushed, though you couldn’t tell with how flush the alcohol made her. Dinah widened her eyes. She glanced behind her to her partner, staring with worry. Greaseball was never on the feminine side of the wardrobe. She hadn’t lived at the station as long as Dinah, but still, the dining car couldn’t think of a single time she had seen the engine without boxers or trousers. “Pfft, easy shit. You sure you ain’t goin’ soft, coward? Gimme somethin’ harder.” Greaseball deflected, waving her hand around.
Slick wasn’t backing down. “No no. This is perfect.” She chuckled.
Shit.
Greaseball grumbled to herself. “Fine, come on.” Dinah found herself being pulled up and tugged by the hand into her bedroom. Greaseball slammed the door behind them, leaning against it. Dinah sat against her bed, sighing and shaking her head. She watched as her girlfriend whipped her head around, stumbling to maintain her balance. She juts out her arm, gripping the engine. Greaseball looked up at her with panicked eyes. “I can’t do it.” Greaseball whisper-yelled.
“What do you mean you can’t?” Dinah gently tugged the engine over to sit next to her. Greaseball bit her lip, complying and falling face-first into the mattress with a soft thud. “I mean I can’t wear a stupid dress Dinah.” Her voice was muffled from the comforter, but Dinah could understand her just fine. She leaned down, placing a hand on her partner’s back and whispering in her ear. “Then don’t. Go out there and forfeit.”
The diesel picked her head up to glare at her. She pushed herself up, taking a moment to stop the room from spinning, before rolling over to Dinah’s closet and ripping open the door, peering inside. She began rummaging through, clearly looking for the least embarrassing item she could find. Dinah chuckled, but quickly stopped when Greaseball made an interested noise. “Hey Di, when were you gonna pull this little number out?” She pulled off a short, bodycon black dress from its hanger. It had a deep slit on the side and a lacy top with a plunging neckline. Dinah’s face went more flush than it already was. “Quit that and be serious!” she sputtered. Greaseball shrugged. “I am serious. You’re wearin’ this for me soon.” She went to put it back, but then decided to toss it over her shoulder and continued looking.
She finally pulled a long-sleeved green sweater dress from the back of the closet. Dinah’s eyes widened. “Forgot I even owned that.” She mumbled, watching as Greaseball groaned to herself and began shimmying it on over her clothes.
“Hurry it up in there!”
Greaseball groaned louder. “Gimme a damn minute!” she yelled back.
Dinah pushed herself up, going up to Greaseball as the engine stared in the mirror at her reflection with an uncomfortable frown on her face. “You okay baby?”
She was met with a long silence, like Greaseball couldn’t even hear her. The only thing she could sense was a dress with someone that didn’t belong in it. “I… I can’t… I can’t do this.”
Before Dinah could react the dress was thrown off to the other side of the room, hitting the wall and sliding down. Greaseball put her hands over her face, standing there with her head hung low. Dinah took a moment, processing whatever just happened. She sighed, holding her hands out and slowly approaching the engine like she was a frightened animal. Greaseball flinched as she felt hands gently grab her shoulders, squeezing them lightly. Dinah moved in and pressed up against her girlfriend’s back, trailing her hands down to wrap around the diesel’s stomach. “You can’t wear the dress?” Greaseball shook her head. “Do you wanna go home?” Greaseball nodded.
Dinah thought for a moment. It was more than obvious this was a conversation to be had, but now was not the time with Greaseball clearly overwhelmed, embarrassed, and uncomfortable. She couldn’t go out and say the diesel was backing out; that would only make it worse. They couldn’t jump out the window; the others would find them gone sooner or later. She couldn’t force Greaseball to wear the dress; that was just cruel. She sighed to herself, looking back at the sweater dress crumpled up on the ground.
Bingo.
“Hm…” Dinah pushed away from Greaseball and rolled over to pick up the dress. Greaseball peered up from her hands to watch as Dinah inspected the edges and hem of the old sweater dress. “Di, what are you-?”
Without another thought, Dinah grabbed one part of the dress's end and ripped a cut along it, destroying the stitching. Greaseball’s eyes widened, and her mouth dropped to the floor. She stared in shock as Dinah nodded at her handy work, going back over to Greaseball. “Wha- you… why did… what?” Greaseball sputtered out, pointing back and forth from the dress to her calm girlfriend. Dinah giggled, placing a hand over her sputtering partner to silence her. “It’s fine, I’ve always hated this dress. Come on.” She grabbed her hand and began pulling them towards the door. “Wait Di, wait. I can’t go out there.” Greaseball pulled against her, pressing her brakes harshly to stop the two.
Dinah turned back, smiling sweetly. She tilted her hand, raising her hand up to cradle her chin. “Darling, do you trust me?” Greaseball couldn’t stop herself from nodding. “I uh… yeah, more than anyone.” She mumbled. “Then please, trust me?” The diesel gulped. Dinah’s puppy-dog eyes were hard to say no to, especially when drunk. She nodded slowly. Dinah sighed in relief. “Okay, just follow me. I’ll get us out of here, okay?”
She went to open the door, the group all halting their conversation to snap their eyes back to the door. Multiple groans and gasps came as the pair entered without Greaseball wearing a piece of Dinah’s wardrobe. “Oh, you wimpy piece of-!”
“It broke.”
Slick stopped her insult, her mouth still open. The rest of the group went silent, apart from Hydra. “What’dya mean it broke?” he asked. Dinah held out the dress, unfolding it to reveal the jagged rip along the side. “She ripped it trying to put it on! I didn’t want her ruining any other of my dresses so I’m cancelling her dare. Sorry y’all.” She ended her explanation with a shrug, huffing like she was annoyed. The group was stunned, including Greaseball. Finally, Rusty started to chuckle, causing a few others to join in and begin to laugh as well.
“Of course it did! Greaseball’s too muscly for a dainty dress like that.” Belle laughed and nudged Pearl’s side, who laughed along (but ten times louder). Slick grumbled, crossing her arms as the other fuel trucks elbowed her and continued to laugh at her disappointment. “Besides, it’s getting late and all of us have had way too much booze. Greaseball and I are calling it a night.” Dinah grabbed Greaseball’s hand and pulled her to the door, throwing the torn dress in the trash bin as they walked past. Greaseball didn’t protest, still in a state of shock. Her mouth was in an open smile, eyes wide and dazed. The group, snapping out of whatever surprise-induced trance they found themselves in, waved and shouted farewells at the duo as Dinah pulled the two out of the shed and into the windy night.
The two collectively sighed in relief as they made their way over to Greaseball’s shed, hand in hand. They didn’t say anything. What had just happened was still eating up Dinah’s mind, but she knew that Greaseball needed a moment of rest. After so many years with the stubborn diesel, she knew that patience was key. She had to wait for Greaseball to approach her first, or at least she had to find the right question that wouldn’t cause the engine to shut down. So she stayed quiet. They rolled through the yard, listening as the wind whipped against rustling leaves and feeling the cold air bite their booze-induced rosy cheeks.
Dinah unlocked the garage door, gently coxing her girlfriend inside and leading her over to the couch. “I’ll make some tea, ok?” she smiled, softly pushing her down onto the soft cushions. Greaseball looked up at her, slowly nodding and sinking into the pillows. She held her head, a shiver making its way through her spine. Dinah quickly noticed and rushed to grab a blanket thrown on the ground near the couch, plucking it off the floor and covering her girlfriend’s body with it. Greaseball mumbled something incoherently and pulled the blanket tightly over her body.
Quickly brewing up two cups of tea (one with diesel to help boost Greaseball’s immunity and fight the nasty hangover she would have tomorrow morning), Dinah brought the steam cups over and set them down on the coffee table, plopping down next to Greaseball. “How you feeling, baby?” she spoke softly, reaching her hand out to stroke the engine’s cheek. Greaseball leaned in to her touch. She pushed up against her hand like a needy cat, grumbling something Dinah couldn’t fully make out. “What was that?” she watched as Greaseball sighed and her hand poked out from the blanket, grasping out towards the cups. “Tea…” she mumbled. Dinah chuckled, grabbing the cup by its handle and holding it up in front of Greaseball’s mouth. “Say ah…” she teased. Her girlfriend rolled her eyes and grumbled, but leaned forward and put her lips to the cup. This was a little surprising for the dining car, but not wanting to give up this adorable moment, she tilted the mug and let Greaseball take a sip of the steaming liquid.
“That feel better?” Dinah placed the cup down and took a small sip of her own before leaning back against the cushions, smiling at Greaseball. “Wanna talk?” she asked quietly. If she asked vaguely enough, hopefully she could prod Greaseball to open up. The alcohol also helped, as low-ball as it was. Greaseball sighed, rubbing her head. “Talk ‘bout what?” she asked, eyes drifting away to look at anything but Dinah. “What just happened, baby… please, you don’t need to keep all this bottled up inside of you.” Dinah leaned in and placed a hand on what felt like Greaseball’s knee (the blanket made it a little hard to tell). Greaseball grumbled.
“Why should I? You already saw it. It’s stupid.” She sank further in the pillows, scowling to herself. Dinah let out a sigh. “So you don’t have to keep it all inside all the time. I’m here for you and I’m not gonna go telling your business to anyone else.” She rubbed her knee, squeezing it gently as she pleaded. Greaseball’s eyes flickered across the room, clearly torn. She hesitated. “I don’t wanna turn into a sissy.” The engine grumbled. Dinah sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought. But under the rough exterior, she could tell a part of Greaseball wanted to let this out… she just needed to figure out the right way to pry her open.
“You know… I think it makes you a very strong person to talk about your feelings.” She shrugged, catching Greaseball’s attention. “It shows a lot of trust. You can be all big and tough on the outside, but being mentally strong is just as important, in my opinion.” Dinah smiled, rubbing her girlfriend’s knee. “Talking about your feelings shouldn’t be something you’re scared of. They’re your emotions. Having someone you trust to talk about these things with can help you be mentally tough, and if I recall… you said you trusted me more than anyone?” she glanced up questioningly, smirking. Greaseball huffed. “Yeah, I did say that…”
Dinah, feeling a little more confident now, scooched closer, moving her arm to pull Greaseball closer to her. The diesel let her, her head falling in Dinah’s chest. She sighed, rearranging the blanket so it covered Dinah’s lap as well. “I’m no good with this stuff Di.” She mumbled into her chest. Dinah chuckled. “I know darling. I just want to be the one who helps you get better at it, okay?” she lightly squeezed Greaseball’s shoulders to reassure her.
“It’s just…” Greaseball started. “All that girly shit like dresses, skirts, frilly things… make me feel… sick. I feel wrong, I feel… I feel weak.” She shook her head, frustrated. “It’s stupid, it’s so stupid.” She started to push herself up. Dinah’s eyes widened, and she held her back, tugging her back into her arms. “No, no, no it’s not! I think I understand, I promise. It’s totally okay to feel like that, I promise.” She rubbed her girlfriend’s arms up and down. “You’re just saying that…” Greaseball leaned further into Dinah’s chest, hiding her face as she felt her cheeks heat up. “I promise I’m not.” Dinah kissed the top of her head. “I’m really proud of you, you know that?”
Greaseball rose up a little at that. “You’re… proud… of me..? Why?” she stared at her questioningly. Dinah giggled. She leaned down, pressing her lips softly against the diesel’s nose. “For sharing that with me… and trusting me. I know it’s hard. That was very brave of you baby.” Greaseball felt as if her heart was going to burst from her chassis. This feeling of being so loved and cared for was borderline overwhelming, yet she found herself addicted to its pull. “I… I love you, Dinah…”
The dining car had to stop herself from getting too excited at hearing Greaseball say that. “I love you too.” She giggled. Greaseball shook her head. “No, I really…” she glanced away, her cheeks growing even redder. “…really love you.” Greaseball grabbed Dinah’s shoulders and pulled herself up, leaning in to press her lips against Dinah’s. She pulled her close, tightly holding her against her chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She whispered between kisses. Dinah bit back a moan, feeling Greaseball’s hands start caressing her body underneath the blanket. Her strong hands went to lift Dinah’s hips and pull her onto Greaseball’s lap. “I want you every day, every hour…” Greaseball kissed the sides of her mouth. “Every second.” She kissed her jawline, trailing her lips up to her ear.
Suddenly, Greaseball noticed something as she leaned her head away from Dinah’s. She reached her hand out and grabbed something off the arm of the sofa. It was the black dress she had stolen from Dinah’s closet.
“Now… how ‘bout we have our own little party?”