This chapter is for tvaddict2011 with the prompt: "Emma rides a motorcycle, you can decide Regina's reaction."
"You're always looking for new things to try, right?" August asked.
Emma shrugged. "I guess. What did you have in mind?"
August smiled. "Ever ridden a motorcycle before?"
"There's no way that I could do that," Emma said. "Regina would most likely kill me if I showed up at home riding a motorcycle."
"And?" August asked, smirking. "Keep her on her toes."
"Okay," Emma said, smiling. She took the helmet from his hand. "Think you could give me a crash course on how to ride this thing?"
"Uh, mom?" Henry called. "You're going to want to come see this!"
Regina walked out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "See what?"
Henry pointed out of the front window. Regina looked outside and saw a motorcycle pull into the driveway. August's motorcycle to be exact. Only it wasn't August who was riding it.
"Oh she is so dead," Regina said, opening the front door and speed walking to where Emma was.
Emma took off the helmet and smiled at her wife. "What do you think? It's an awesome ride. August made a good choice choosing this one."
"Are you crazy?" Regina hissed. "You could fall off of that thing and die."
"Not likely," Emma said, getting off of the motorcycle. "I have a helmet on, which is at least some protection."
"The rest of your body doesn't have a helmet on it," Regina argued.
"You've never ridden one of these, have you?" Emma asked.
Regina shook her head. "No, and I don't plan to. That thing is a demon on wheels and I refuse to even touch it."
Emma rolled her eyes. "You're so dramatic over things you haven't tried before. You hate things that are new because you don't like the unexpected."
"Not true," Regina said, crossing her arms.
"No?" Emma asked. "You threw a fit the other day because I microwaved the butter instead of heating it up in a pan."
"So?" Regina asked. "I don't even know why I have a microwave. It doesn't serve a purpose."
"It heats things up faster than a pan on the stove," Emma said. "Look, riding a motorcycle is like riding a horse, only the horse is made of gears and metal. It can tip over and crush you, you can lose your balance and fall off-"
"You're naming such great things," Regina said.
Emma rolled her eyes. "You're missing the point. What I'm saying is that motorcycles and horses are equally as dangerous. And yet you rode horses."
Regina sighed. "Fine. You make a good point. But if you hurt yourself don't expect me not to say I told you so."
"Wouldn't have it any other way," Emma said, leaning over to kiss Regina before putting her helmet back on. "Think you would let Henry ride one of these someday?"
"Heck no," Regina said. "But nice try."
Emma shrugged. "Worth a shot. You never know, he could just hop on while I'm not on it."
"What?" Regina asked. "Emma!"
Emma just laughed and drove away.