Sunday Morning

"I am not wearing that!"

"Jack," she said with a pout, "Don't you love me?"

"Yes, I love you," he huffed. "But that thing is not needed," he argued defiantly.

"Do you want to do this or not?" she questioned, knowing his answer.

"Yes, I want to do this, but I'm not wearing that!" he said sulkily.

"I'll help you put it on," she offered with a wink.

"Sue," he responded. "You just don't understand. You don't get the full experience wearing one of those. You just don't feel everything."

"Awww, Jack, Sweetie. It's just that I don't want anything that's preventable to happen. Why take the risk? It's just safer this way, which makes me more comfortable and much more relaxed. I'll be able to enjoy this much more if I know you are wearing the proper protection."

Rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue in his cheek, he regarded her for several moments, his hands on his hips. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't budge on this issue. "Fine, I'll wear it," he decided, pulling her close. "But I get to choose something for you to wear in the future."

Not totally trusting his sudden change in mood, Sue gave him an apprehensive grin. "Okay. Just as long as the something you want me to wear isn't life-threatening."

His grin turned purely male making her heartbeat race. "Don't worry. It won't be hazardous to your health...maybe to mine, but not to yours."

"Jack, what on earth are you talking about? You're making me nervous with that grin of yours."

Jack laughed, pulling her closer and spanning her waist with his hands. His thumbs rubbed tantalizing circles on her abdomen as he pondered his next words. "I'm talking about choosing your negligee for our wedding night. That's when I get to choose." He took advantage of her opened mouth, pressing in for a kiss that had her clinging to him for support.

Releasing her carefully he scooped up the helmet she had dropped at her feet. Strapping it securely on his head he turned and threw his leg over the Harley he had rented for the day. Turning to where she still stood motionless he waved to get her attention. "Get your skid lid on and let's swoop."

She knew he was talking but the words didn't register. "Did you say 'Skid Lid'? And 'swoop'?"

Jack revved the motor, a move lost to Sue, and grinned. "Yeah, Babe, I did. That's biker slang for helmet and road trip."

"I didn't know you were an expert on biker terms, Jack," she laughed. "I guess there is still a lot to learn from and about you."

Unable to stop himself from responding to her innocent statement, he pulled her across him on the motorcycle, intent on a repeat of their earlier kiss, only to bump his helmet into hers. Her giggle did little to ease his frustration. "I told you I didn't want to wear this thing. It only gets in the way!" he groused.

"But Jack," she said, standing and moving to her place behind him. "You look so sexy sitting on this motorcycle, wearing your helmet and those dark glasses. I'm going to have a hard time behaving myself back here while you drive."

"BEHAVE NO FUN," he signed before kicking up the kickstand and preparing to enter traffic. He successfully stalled the motorcycle as her hands slid around his waist and she pressed herself into his back.

Her husky laughter mingled with the restarting of the machine, and they were on their way.