Everything: A Mini-Series of Drabbles
Ride
Buckling his seat belt, Darien gulped. He wondered what the hell he had been thinking when he signed up for this, probably for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. He turned to face her, as she was now poised in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel with iron fists, her knuckles turning white.
"Serena?" he asked breathily, nervous and fearing for his life.
She turned to him with a determined look on her face, nodding that he should continue.
"Honey, why don't you loosen your grip on the wheel a little, there," he said lowly, gently placing one of his hands on one of her own, so as not to alarm her. "If you hold the wheel so tightly, your turns and thus the movement of the car will be a little jerky."
She nodded sternly again, than turned to face the windshield. Suddenly, she pouted and turned to him just as abruptly as she'd turned away.
"Can I put the car in reverse, nooow?" she whined, back to her childish antics.
He narrowed his eyes, ducking his head to hide yet another large gulp at the thought of her behind the wheel of a car in motion.
"What did I tell you about mature drivers, Sere?"
Her face hardened yet again, almost into a grimace, and she faced forward once more. "Mature drivers are safe drives. And mature drivers aren't in a rush to get moving, because they are cautious!" she repeated, her voice raised like a soldier repeating the orders of a drill sergeant.
The tension in his neck eased a bit then, as did his nerves, and he relaxed just for a moment, sinking into the passenger seat once more.
"Now, remember, before you put the car in reverse, you need to make sure you have your right foot over the brake pedal, and make sure to check-"
"Side-view and rear view mirrors, and blind spots! Done and done!" she interjected enthusiastically.
And for the first time since getting in the car about forty-five minutes ago, Darien eased up and laughed. He couldn't help it when he saw her face light up, and then she smiled, too.
Still laughing, he turned to face her. "Alright, Sere. You can put the car in reverse now," he said, smiling at her.
God, he hoped he wouldn't regret that decision.
About six months later, Darien squeezed the hand he held in his lap, the right one belonging to Serena, smiling at her from the passenger seat.
She glanced at him quickly from the corner of her eye, her grin broadening as well as she was careful to keep her eyes on the road, steering steadily with her left hand.
"What's that smile about, hm?" she asked, teasingly.
He laughed as he began to stroke the arm laying in his lap gently, his fingertips tickling and leaving goosebumps where they went.
"Nothing... Just thinking I love it when I get to watch you from the passenger seat, and that I love the way you drive."
She giggled then, though he didn't really know if it was from the tickling or his comment.
"Baby, everything you do just turns me on," he said then, leaning across the center console to plant a kiss on her cheek.
And there's another installment! Hope you enjoyed. Please review!
-Rose