Cuddy didn't much like House's motorbike. It was loud and there wasn't enough substance between her and the road. When she was forced to go on it one evening. She found herself gripping onto House to tightly, in fear that she was going to fall off. Everything about this machine screamed accident about to happen. She hated the fact that she had to wear the large heavy helmet, long pants and a jacket. She would have gone on the bike in her skirt if she wasn't so terrified of what could happen if she did this, and how much damage her legs would suffer if they, no, when they crashed. She was too busy holding House in a death grip around his middle as to not fall off, to enjoy the sense of just riding and being free. She did not feel safe on House's motorbike and that was that.
Riding on House's bike reminded Cameron of her own bike locked up in her garage with the dust gathering on the seat. She should really take that out for a ride soon. She loved the feeling of the wind around her neck, where the jacket didn't cover, and where it went straight onto her legs through the thin material of her jeans. She loved the feeling House pressed up against her, her arms wrapped around him. She didn't have to hold onto him. She was perfectly fine at balancing on the bike without holding on but House was the one who had put her arms there. She might as well enjoy the feeling. She hadn't been on the back of a bike for a long time. She was usually the one driving it, but today being on the back was making her feel like she was flying. She lifted her head up and let the strong wind push her head back almost to a point where she thought the helmet was going to come off. She loved being on the motorbike. Especially House's motorbike.
Stacy refused to go on the motorbike.
A.N. I know it's short but i had the idea and i just wantedto write it down. Please review, you done have to but it would be much appreciated even just a, good job (or bad job) just to reassure me that people are actually reading it.