AN: So I found a story like this on the Psych fandom, and I decided to do my own version of it. It's really just gonna be a bunch of little ficlets that go along with "That's Beautiful to Me" by Jaron and the Long Road to Love. Enjoy and please tell me what you think!
"I drove you down the boulevard, that's where you took my heart
And you gave me yours instead."
"What is that?" Natara asked with a bemused smile as Mal handed her a helmet. A glossy black motorcycle was parked in front of the station.
"Don't worry, it's a loaner." Mal slid the helmet over his head, and then secured hers. "Now come on." He straddled the bike and patted the seat behind him. Natara hung back, arms crossed as she eyed first him and then the bike.
"Do you even know how to drive that thing?"
"Of course. Diego taught me a while back."
"And this is your idea of a first date?" Mal grinned and Natara shook her head. "The things I let you talk me into..." She carefully threw her leg over the bike and seated herself just behind him. 'Clever, Mal,' She thought to herself with a small smirk as she wrapped her arms around his waist. 'Very clever.'
"Hold on tight!" Mal gave the throttle a firm twist, and then they were flying down the road. Natara gave a small shriek and tightened her hold on Mal.
"Mal..." Her voice was laced with caution and fear. "How fast are we going? Mal!" Mal smirked and took a left onto the boulevard.
"Just trust me, Nat." There was a small squeak as he sped up again, and she squeezed his waist tighter. He tipped his head back slightly and gave a yell of exhilaration. Slowly, he felt one of her arms leave his waist. After a minute of the bike going well over the speed limit, he heard her.
"Woohoo!" He glanced back, smiling widely at what he saw. Her helmet was off, one arm raised as she held it up. Her hair was whipping around wildly in the wind behind her.
"Natara... I love..." He was shouting, trying to be heard over the wind.
"What was that?"
"I love..."
"I'm sorry... I can't... you..."
"Hang on!" He slowed down as quickly as was safe, pulling over to the side of the road.
"What were you trying to say?" she asked, cheeks flushed.
"I... I love your hair like that, Natara," he said, "but you might want to put your helmet back on."
