Taz was initially terrified, like... bug out terrified. But she couldn't chicken out, not with Belle  who was giddy with glee, she'd lose any sort of street cred she had if she chickened out! But what was that old bone about fear? It turned out that all she had to fear was fear itself. She wrapped  her arms around Belle, pressed against her and off they went. Belle weaved expertly through the traffic, passing by large SUVs and thundering trucks with easy surety, as Taz clutched on to her with arms and thighs.<br/><br/>But the Fear? The fear melted away with each minute as the bike ate up the miles taking them through and then out of the city. Taz had molded herself to Belle and mimicked her movements, feeling her initial fear morph into glee and exhilaration.<br/><br/>As they stepped off the bikes, Taz's feeling a little wobbly, they took off their helmets, and walked to the low fence overlooking the valley. Taz reached for her hand and they stood that way overlooking the valley until Taz hugged her and said, "this was amazing I understand now why you couldn't wait to get your cast off."<br/><br/>And then she kissed her. Later that night, when Taz tried to sleep, she couldn't say why she did that. It had just felt like the right thing to do. It felt right. So very right.