[Tetsuo huffed at her teasing, giving her one of those slightly petulant looks she got whenever she didn't buy his tough guy act never mind that he undermined it himself as often as not--only to redden and freeze as she leaned over to kiss him like that suddenly, his eyes widening. He shivered a little at the feeling of her fingers in his hair as he leaned in willingly, sighing and kissing her softly but a bit hotly, until her lips plucked free of his. He blinked at her, then huffed indignantly, but smirked to himself, climbing out of his seat and reaching to take her hand and help her out as well--and drag her out the door, and back to his motorcycle.]
Tch...! Look who's talkin'. I ain't th'one grabbin' you in public.
[Even if he was blushing at the thought, he grinned, as well--the way she up and surprised kissed him like that, he was very much tempted to return the favor. Still, he knew time was getting to be of the essence. He couldn't really speak for her, but he was pretty sure he was approaching that point where making out was very likely to end up with her skirt up around her waist and her thighs around his.
With that in mind, he wasted no time heading out to his bike with her, and hopped on, leaving room for her just behind him. The way he rode, they'd be back to his place in no time, if she didn't do something to push his limits even farther. After all, she was the one concerned with following some sort of rules; if she wanted to test him until she ended up bent over his handlebars or up against a tree in a park, he figured that was on her.]
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never mind that he undermined it himself as often as not--only to redden and freeze as she leaned over to kiss him like that suddenly, his eyes widening. He shivered a little at the feeling of her fingers in his hair as he leaned in willingly, sighing and kissing her softly but a bit hotly, until her lips plucked free of his. He blinked at her, then huffed indignantly, but smirked to himself, climbing out of his seat and reaching to take her hand and help her out as well--and drag her out the door, and back to his motorcycle.]Tch...! Look who's talkin'. I ain't th'one grabbin' you in public.
[Even if he was blushing at the thought, he grinned, as well--the way she up and surprised kissed him like that, he was very much tempted to return the favor. Still, he knew time was getting to be of the essence. He couldn't really speak for her, but he was pretty sure he was approaching that point where making out was very likely to end up with her skirt up around her waist and her thighs around his.
With that in mind, he wasted no time heading out to his bike with her, and hopped on, leaving room for her just behind him. The way he rode, they'd be back to his place in no time, if she didn't do something to push his limits even farther. After all, she was the one concerned with following some sort of rules; if she wanted to test him until she ended up bent over his handlebars or up against a tree in a park, he figured that was on her.]