Biker Boy

Disclaimer: See part 1, Nowt's changed.

Rating: T

Pairing: Sandland.

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Nine the next morning came way to fast for Sandra. She pulled up outside Strickland's house and sat in her car for a moment watching the house.

"What the hell am I doing here" She asked herself. She knew Gerry had tricked her into this, and had spent half the night wondering how she could back out without either losing face, or upsetting Strickland.

A part of her was excited at the prospect getting to go on one of those beautiful bikes, another part of her was petrified, she had been surprised and terrified at the attraction she had felt towards her boss yesterday. She had noticed him in the past, he was an attractive man after all, but yesterday had really been the first time she had seen him outside the work environment, and she had felt as silly as a schoolgirl as she had been caught checking out his backside. "Come on, here goes nothing." She gave herself a pep talk and got out of the car, locking it and headed to the front door. She rand the bell and waited nervously. A few moments later the door opened and the man in question held the door open for her. She almost stopped breathing, the black jeans, calf height biker boots, and white t-shirt made her heart beat a little faster than normal.

"Morning." He said brightly. "I'm glad you came."

"You thought I wouldn't?" She questioned. He paused.

"Well, to be honest, I've been half expecting a phone call all morning."

"Why?" She frowned. He looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, I know you only agreed because Gerry teased you into it. If you really don't want to go for a ride with me, I'd understand." He told her. He was giving her a way out. She looked at him, his eyes gave him away, she knew that if she pulled out now, he would see it as yet another rejection. He had been quite a confident man when he had first arrived at UCOS, but his divorce had knocked him for six, and then she and the boys had been witness to his humiliation at the hands of Christy Berlin. She could remember vividly the pain in his face at the hospital, and even the boys had felt for sorry the man. She smiled warmly at him.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." She re-assured him. The bright look in his eyes made her heart melt. He nodded.

"Lets get your helmet and jacket sorted." He signalled she should head for the kitchen. They went through to the kitchen then to the garage. A metallic purple helmet and a black and purple jacked were laid out ready.

"Should I be worried that you have a ladies jacket and helmet.?" She grinned, he smiled back.

"Don't worry, I haven't had a string of women draped over my bikes." He assured her. "In fact, I've ridden alone since before I was married. When I decided to replace my old leathers with a new jacket, my wife insisted I buy these so she could ride out with me. She never did, this is the first time they have ever been used." Sandra smiled.

"Her loss." She stated simply. "Isn't my jacket any good?" She had chosen her wardrobe carefully this morning, she had her knee high black boots on with a pair of blue jeans and a pale blue short sleeved blouse with her black leather bomber jacket. He smiled, taking in her appearance.

"You look perfect." He stated simply. "But you might get cold, and my jacket has safety padding. Also, I wouldn't want your jacket getting covered with splatted flies." He grinned, she pulled a face.

"Fair point." She peeled off her coat and he took it off her, laying it carefuly over the saddle of one of the covered biked. He helped her with the jacket. It was just about the right fit, and she suddenly felt the part. Robert helped her to zip it up and close the fastenings. He passed her the helmet.

"These helmets have built in intercom, so we'll be able to talk to each other. She brushed her hair back and slipped the helmet on. He helped her fasten it up, then passed her a pair of matching gloves. She watched as he pulled on his gear, the same as hers, but the trim on the Jacket was dark green, as was the helmet. When they were both ready, he turned to her with a smile.

"So which one?" She was confused for a second, then realised he was asking her to choose a bike. Her eyes flitted towards the bright red ducati. She heard him laugh. "I thought you might go for that one. But the cat isn't the most comfortable ride for a passenger, the foot pegs are set quite high. We can take that one if you want, or we can save it for another day." She smiled back.

"Which one would you recommend?"

"The honda. It's like a big armchair."

"I can live with that." She watched as he pulled the cover off the bike and pushed it off the centre stand, he wheeled it out of the garage and stood it up on the centre stand while he locked the garage up. He came back over to Sandra.

"Right, you've never been on a bike before?" He asked, she shook her head. "Okay, It's really easy. Keep your feet on the foot pegs at all times, I won't let the bike fall. If I have to slow or stop, be ready when we start off again, and try to lean with me on corners." She nodded. "As it's your first time, I'd suggest you put your arms around me." He smiled sheepishly. "That's not me trying to get a crafty cuddle. If you prefer there is a hand strap across the saddle. Whatever you're more comfortable with." He nodded to her and threw his leg over the bike. He kicked the stand up and turned the key. The bike roared to life, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He nodded to her. She looked at the bike.

"How..?" She said. He pointed to the peg.

"Put one foot on there and throw your other leg over."

"Like mounting a horse?" She exclaimed. He smiled.

"Exactly." She did as he instructed and found herself seated behind him. She took hold of the strap. His voice came over the intercom.

"Okay. If you want me to stop, just say."

"Right." She nodded. He pulled away, Sandra abandoned all decorum and let go of the strap, grabbing him around the waist instead.

"Okay?" He questioned, she nodded, accidently knocking helmets with him.

"Oh, God! Sorry!" She exclaimed, She heard him chuckle.

"It's alright, You'll get used to it."

They carried on for a while, the London traffic holding them up until they hit the outskirts and open road.

"I'm going to go faster now, okay?" She heard him say. She took a slightly tighter hold as he opened up the throttle.

"Ohhhhh..Myyyyyyy...Godddddd." She squealed as they took off.

"Alright?" He questioned.

"It's bloody amazing!"

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They rode for a couple of hours until they reached the outskirts of Oxford where Robert pulled into the car park of a lovely little country pub. He turned off the engine and slipped off the helmet. Sandra fumbled with the strap for a moment before removing hers, sweeping her hair back.

"Would you like something to eat." He asked her. She nodded vigorously.

"I Have to admit, it does give you an appetite." She smiled. They enjoyed a meal besides the river before heading into the city, where they spent the afternoon wandering around the colleges before heading back to London.

It was nearly seven in the evening before they got back. Robert put the bike away and they headed through to his kitchen, stripping away the jackets and boots as they went.

"Would you like a drink?" He asked nervously. Sandra nodded.

"Yes please."

"I have tea or coffee, or fruit juice, or I have a bottle of white wine in the fridge." Robert offered. Sandra thought for a moment.

"I think I'd really like a glass of wine please." She beamed. He poured two glasses out, and they carried them through to his sitting room. Sandra sipped at her wine, her mind running through the day. She shot a little sideways glance at the man sitting next to her. She had enjoyed his company immensely, didn't want the day to end. He looked at her at the same moment and their eyes met. Robert leaned towards her, unable to resist the pull of her pale blue orbs. Sandra met him half way and their lips met, resulting in a kiss. A soaring, mind numbing, time stopping kiss which left them both breathless. Eventually they came up for air and Sandra drained her glass watching as he held up the bottle.

"Refill?" He asked, she nodded.

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"Looks like I'm not driving home." She observed after three more glasses. He nodded.

"I'll call you a cab when you're ready." He told her, his eyes glistening. Sandra took a breath.

"Or I could just stay here tonight." She whispered. The memory of the kiss causing her to throw caution to the wind. She saw his adam's apple bob up and down with nerves. He nodded.

"Come to bed with me?" He suggested, his voice low and husky. She took his hand and stood.

"Lead the way."

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A little while later, they laid side by side, hearts racing, breath coming in gasps as their bodies cooled. Sandra rolled to her side, propping her head up on her elbow. She ran her hand down his naked chest, making his breath hitch. He pulled her gently towards him, wrapping his arm around her back as she pillowed her head on his chest. He reached over and pulled the covers over them both, before kissing her lightly on the forehead. She sighed.

"That was incredible." She murmured, he smiled.

"I've got an idea, how about we both take the day off tomorrow, and I'll take you for a ride on the ducati?" He grinned, she laughed.

"You're a bad influence, you know that? But I think it's a great idea, on one condition." He nodded. She grinned, her hand wandering lower, making him gasp as she found her target. "You let me do some riding. Right now." She whispered in his ear. She leaned forward and captured his lips between hers, he responded, before pulling away, smiling.

"I think you bring out the rebel in me." He told her, she licked her lips.

"I hope so." She answered. "I can't rebel on my own."

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