A/N: The last of this batch; hope you enjoy! Disclaimer same as has already been stated.
She could have flown or teleported from the scene of the fight.
But instead, his damned smirk had dared her, told her that she would never agree to riding on the back of his R-Cycle.
And she could hardly turn down that challenge.
It was hard to pretend that she wasn't afraid. She didn't scream or bury her face in his back, but her grip around his stomach tightened fiercely.
"You know," she shouts over the wind, "I could have flown!"
"Yeah," he smirks. "But you wanted to ride with me."
Damn. He was right.
And they both knew it.