22 ⏤LATE NIGHT RIDE
“Is that okay, love?” Sirius asks in an uncharacteristically soft tone, eyes staring into your own from beneath his spare helmet.
“Mhm! I’m all good, Siri,” somehow, your voice sounds even cuter than usual when muffled by the helmet, especially when uttering such an endearing nickname of his.
‘You’re so cute’ he’s tempted to say but holds back. He doesn’t want to scare you away; he’s wanted thisopportunity with you for so long; he’s not going to sabotage his chances now. Instead, he gives abrief nod and goes to put on his own helmet, just about missing your excited little jumps from his peripheral and he has to bite his lip to keep from grinning too widely. ‘Stay cool, stay cool, you’re cool…’ he chants in his head.
Finally, he turns to his beloved motorcycle and goes about his usual routine, the muscle memory of turning on the bike, sliding onto the seat and doing his regular checks gives a smoothness to his movements that you can’t help but stare fondly at.
Earlier on, he promised you a safe and enjoyable trip, sincerity in his eyes and trust on his usually mischievous smile. As a witness to his familiarity with the bike, you know he meant it when he said: I’ll keep you safe, sweetheart, I promise, and he said it in such a sultry but sweet voice too. Weak at the knees and with hearts in your eyes, who were you to say no to such a tempting display. He was so excited to hear you say yes, he insisted on taking you out for a ride then and there.
It was nearing midnight but a smooth motorcycle ride under the illustrious moon was too romantic to pass up, especially with the man you’ve been harbouring such an insatiable crush on for months now.
“Hop on, love, easy does it,” Sirius calls out to you, petting at the space behind him with a leather-clad hand, willing himself to keep from openly praising how gorgeous you looked with his helmet and oversized leather jacket. He needed you to stay warm so off his leather went to drape over your soft shoulders, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt, his leather pants and combat boots. His jacket swamps your silhouette in favour of a much sexier one in Sirius’ grey eyes; he’s almost convinced to surrender it to you.
You do the apparel far better justice than him. That’s his opinion though and he’d happily berate anyone should they voice the opposite, wrong opinion of you in his leather jacket.
Once you’re seated securely behind him, Sirius does his last minute checks again in an effort to tamper the path of electric shocks your touch paves through him. The placement of your hands on his shoulders, down to his chest and shyly tickling at the skin on his neck sends almost paralysing sparks shooting down his spine. It’s a pleasant sensation, the fluttering in his chest amplifying when he looks down and sees you tuck in his silver chain underneath his shirt collar.
‘How considerate, what a doll~’ he coos in his head, falling head over heels for you all over again.
Eventually, your hands find purchase under his arms and placed gingerly atop his toned chest. Hopefully, you don’t feel the hammering of his heart, it would be more than alarming to realise how he’s one heart beat away from going into cardiac arrest.
Sirius grips at the handles and you see his arms flex, the muscles carving paths into his inked skin for a brief moment, where you suck in a breath and forget to breathe. You’re not a shallow person nor one that favours too many tattoos on a person but you’ve always appreciated the art on Sirius’ skin, he makes it look alluring and adds to his already prolific amounts of charisma. The biker adjusts in his seat for a moment, ready to start up his bike when he realises how distant you still are from him.
Despite the feeling of your hands on his chest, he doesn’t think your secure and reaches back. He warns you of something by taping a hand against your thigh briefly before suddenly sliding his hands under your thigh and pulling you towards him. The feel of your hands on his chest couldn’t compare to the feeling of your torso pressing into his back. Admittedly, you liked pressing yourself into his back and couldn’t help but give him a gentle squeeze.
“Are you ready, love?” he calls, hiding the fondness in his voice by revving up motorbike coming to lifeas a shot of adrenaline filled your veins from the anticipation of the fun time ahead.
“As I’ll every be!”
“Hold on tight!” and he kicks off, your arms squeezing him tightly as he does so. Above you the moon shines a magisterial silver and bathes the road ahead with its beams as you scream in delight.
“Go faster!” you shout through the helmet and into the night wind, hoping he paid extra attention for your voice with the tap you deliver to his left pectoral. You don't hear anything but feel him reach back and pat your thigh to indicate him hearing you. Not soon after, he speeds up and your screams of delight and laughter fills the empty roads and glittery night sky as Sirius grins boyishly beneath his helmet.