I'm just trying to rid the world of their sads, one drabble at a time. This one is for DahliaBlack, who is winsauce and too often an emo bunny. Maybe this little dose of Jake/Bella from her Fix You universe will help =)
"Am I… am I doing it wrong? I feel like I'm doing it wrong." I sputtered.
"No, you're doing good," Jake answered, his breath hot in my ear. His body was pressed to mine, providing guidance and security. "A little harder."
My grip tightened, and he gave me a reassuring squeeze, humming happily in response.
"Perfect."
I smiled to myself, twisting my wrist a little. It seemed to be an effective technique.
"Fuck, you're so hot," my boyfriend practically groaned in my ear.
I dropped the wrench and wiped my greasy hands.
"So motorcycle maintenance turns you on?" I giggled.