"No way," Chloe says. Her laugh is a clear sign of how ridiculous she finds the suggestion.
Aubrey leans against the motorcycle, it's slick, blue surface reflects the sun's rays and her hopes. She holds out the helmet again and smiles. It's the smile that Chloe can't ever turn away from. Resistance if futile. "Come on, Chlo." She pats the seat of the bike and lets her hand slide down the black surface.
Chloe sucks in a deep breath and considers. Her fear of crashing and dying is multiplied by fear for Aubry's safety as well. "If something happens," she starts.
"Nothing is going to happen," Aubrey promises and stands straight, walking towards Chloe. "We are both going to be fine." Her hands find Chloe's and squeeze.
"Maybe," Chloe stalls but she's giving in and she knows it. Even if she doesn't go Aubrey is going to ride the bike without her. "I'm regretting bringing you out here now," she says. Her smile softens the words.
"No, you're regretting indulging my need for speed," Aubrey replies. Two of her fingers raise Chloe's chin. "We don't have to," she brings her lips within inches of Chloe's. "But I want to show you what it's like, why I love it so much."
Chloe's breath is gone. The intent in the green eyes and the thrill that runs through her seeing excitement there. There is always an intensity to Aubrey but right now it's sitting at a different level. A mix of sexual energy and danger. The combination of which traps her and makes her agree. She takes the helmet from Aubrey and slips it on. It's kind of big but Aubrey fixes it so it's more comfortable.
Aubrey looks back with a wide, glinting smile. "Are you ready?" The confidence of the words and the audacity of the eyebrow raise puts Chloe at ease but that's gone when Aubrey's face is obscured by the helmet she slides on. The nerves mix and mingle in her stomach, making it feel like a million little wind up toys going wild. She trusts Aubrey, she reminds herself, and closes her eyes to count down from ten. It's how she calms herself before going on stage.
When she opens them Aubrey is lifting her leg and slides onto the bike seat, adjusting her bottom so that she's high enough for Chloe to get on behind her. Her eyes raise to the offered hand. She bites her lip and takes it, hopping on behind and wrapping her arms around hands slide just underneath Aubrey's shirt and her fingers flex against her abdomen. The contact helps but her heart lurches when Aubrey starts the bike, the motor jumping to life and the sound making her ears ring.
With one glance backwards Aubrey let's go of the brake, hits the gas, and slowly takes the curve in front of them. Chloe hangs on just a little tighter and prays that they are going to arrive in two pieces, three if you count the bike because it's her Dad's and he'd be hella pissed if they wrecked it.
She bites her lip and decides it's okay because at least they're getting along. Bringing your lesbian lover home to meet the parents is always kind of hit or miss, especially when they had no idea you were gay in the first place.
She shrieks when they speed up and take another turn, but she can feel Aubrey's muscles tighten and release under her hands and she starts to realize that she's a little turned on by this. Aubrey, confident and authoritative is always a hot, but this edge of adrenaline pumping trepidation is making it exhilarating. Now, she knows what they're going to be doing when they get home… if they can ditch her parents that is.