Title: Motor Me
Fandom: My Bodyguard
Rating: PG
A/N: Okay this is not part of my R/S series "How we fell in love." It's just a little ficlet I thought up.
Crappy personal note: The battery on my computer died today. So I'm on my dad's laptop right now, but once he gets back I'm going to have spotty access for the next few days. So upset. I had all week off and tons of plans to write. I guess I'll write by hand and type it when I can. I'm in such a bad mood, but writing this bit of foof lifted my spirits. Let me know what you think.

"Please"

"No."

"Oh, come on Ricky."

"No way, Shell, never gonna happen."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease."

"Give it up Shelley."

Pouting.

"No."

Puppy dog eyes.

"That is not going to work this time Shell. We aren't talking about you wanting to steal my favorite jacket, or making me wear a monkey suit to the dance. This is my bike."

"And you said that I could have whatever I want for Valentine's Day since you 'forgot' to get me a present."

Aggravated sigh, "Yes, I said that, but I meant I would buy you whatever you want. A necklace, a bracelet, an expensive dinner, anything you want Shell, just not that. Not my bike."

"Dear Lord, it's not like I want to keep it. I just want to drive it, and not even alone, you'll be on it with me, teaching me."

"Shell…"

"Come on, don't you want your girlfriend to be a real biker babe."

Ricky's brow furrowed for a moment, "Is that why you want me to teach you to ride so bad? Cause you think I want you to know how?"

"No, not exactly, I just, I know how much you love your bike and how free you feel when you ride it. It's like your escape from the world and from your problems, and I, kind of wanted to feel that, you know."

"Shelley, listen, I love to ride, I do and I love my bike, but the way I feel free is by being with you."

"Really?" Shelley's face lit up in a smile.
"Really. So, there's really no reason for you to learn to ride."

Shelley's eyes narrowed, "You're trying to sweet talk me out of it."

"No, I'm not."

"Fine," Shelley said, looking down and sniffling slightly, "Obviously you love your bike more than you love me, so I won't ride it."

"Shelley, that is not true. I love you more than anything, even my bike."

Shelley's head popped up and her smile was huge, "So you'll let me drive it?"

"Oh crap," knowing he'd be caught he lowered his shoulders in defeat, "Fine, you can drive my bike."

Shelley squealed and launched herself into his arms, kissing him quickly, but firmly on the mouth, "I promise you won't regret it Ricky. I am going to be so good. Oh, I can't wait," she said dragging him off towards where his bike was parked, ignoring his moans of pain.