Still don't own it.
Chapter two. The first few chapters will be background building with lots and lots of Adam in them. Hope y'all enjoy.
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"Give it more fuel." Adam grumbles in her ear, hands warm on her waist as she steers the bike through the myriad of trees. "C'mon, or we'll never get there."
"We have time." She hisses back, though her hands tighten on the handlebars as she spurs the bike to a higher speed. Adam has been giving her lessons in driving his motorcycle off and on for the last week or so, but she's still not very good; she's not sure she ever will be, at least with the huge model he favors. She needs something smaller, more in her weight class; she can barely even touch the ground with her toes from the seat, making it almost impossible to drive without Adam there to help balance it.
"Left." Adam growls, and she jerks the handlebars just in time to avoid a stone that would have sent them sprawling. "Left again."
Another jerk of the handlebars, and they're zooming down a hill toward the creek that separates them and the mile of flatland between them and their camp. She took it slow when she crossed the waterway earlier, at the start of today's driving lesson, but this time gravity is in play, pulling them downward, and she can't put the brakes on without risking sending both of them flying over the handlebars.
"Um, Adam-"
The wheels hit the water with a splash, sprays of water arcing into the air, and the tires slip on algae-covered stone.
"Jump." Adam orders, then leaps free himself, trusting her to follow. She's not quite fast enough. The bike tips, falling sideways into the chill water and sending her crashing in beside it with an irritated yowling sound. When she surfaces, spluttering, Adam's at her side, fishing out the bike.
"You alright?" he asks her while dragging the motorcycle back onto dry land. She glares at him.
"I'm fine." And wet.
He's faced mostly away from her, but by the curve of his cheek beneath the edge of his mask she can tell he's smirking; she must've sounded as disgusted as she feels. Still fuming, she clambers to her feet and stalks out of the creek, squeezing water from her hair.
"You should have jumped." He comments dryly, propping the bike up on its kickstand and turning to look at her, arms crossing over his chest. She doesn't deign to answer him, and he remains silent, watching her finish wringing out the hem of her shirt and reach back to drag off a boot and pour the water out. There's still the shadow of a smirk on his face; somebody else might not notice, but she's been working with him for months now, and she's learned to read his expressions and moods, no matter how subtly they pass over his face.
"You can laugh." She tells him coolly, swapping boots. She knows he won't laugh- it takes more that this to bring out his laughter- but the words do succeed in drawing the smirk back into full play on his face. He shrugs without speaking, and when both of her boots are firmly back in place he turns back to the bike, settling onto the seat.
"We should get back to camp." He murmurs, and moves back a little, offering her another chance at driving. If she weren't irritated and still soaking wet despite her efforts to get as much water out of her hair as possible, she might take it. Instead, she clambers on behind him, pushing him forward, and wraps her arms around his waist.
"You drive."
She feels his rumble of assent as she rests her cheek against his back, relishing the dry warmth of his jacket against her cold skin. He kicks the bike into motion, and she sighs, watching the trees go by. It's not far back to camp. Her eyes close contentedly at the thought. Dry clothes and a warm fire. She squeezes Adam tighter. Nothing could sound better.
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