Unexpected Risk

Small Teaser before full fic: Wanna ride?

"Want to get out of here?" Sylus asks, seeing your frustration with the crowd of people. You simply nod now nonverbal from being a bit overwhelmed. He takes your hand and guides you effortlessly around the throngs of people.

The cool air hits your overheated cheeks and you sigh content, now that you both are outside. "Want to go for a ride? The weather is perfect." You imagine a nice drive with the windows down as the scenery passes by and it sounds like a wonderful idea so again you nod in agreement. He grins as he begins walking towards the small parking lot.

You are looking for a sleek muscle or possible luxury car based on his outward appearance. Expensive because he loves flashing that little black card around you as if it makes a difference.

He surprises you when he stops in front of a dark gray motorcycle instead. "Ooo no." You shout on impulse, backing away slowly. Sylus still has your hand and yanks you forward.

"Don't tell me you're scared." He chuckles condescendingly with a cocky expression. You glare up at him and it only makes him laugh harder.

"Not scared. Just a logical person." You grit your teeth in aggravation. He lets go of your hand only to pull out a helmet. "There is nothing to protect you."

He takes hold of your shoulder and you tense. He leans in inches from your face with that staple fox-like smirk. His thumb swipes across your chin, you are momentarily stunned by his closeness.

"This will protect you sweetie." Before you realize what is happening or could protest he shoves the helmet on your head, quickly strapping the chin strap in a fluid motion.

You begin cursing him to the fullest but your voice is muffled by the helmet. He nods as if he is listening yet it was obvious he heard nothing.

"Are you done throwing a tantrum?" You punch his shoulder and he is unbothered. "I promise to keep you safe. Come on live a little will ya. Aren't you tired of playing it safe all the time?"

You really were. You were tired and slowly losing your mind over time. The same monotonous schedule over and over again. When you grow quiet he assumes your defeat.

"That's it." He purrs, leading you closer to the chunk of metal before you. "See this strap here. Don't use it to hold on unless you want to bounce around. Cling to me instead. Got it?"

He takes your silence for understanding. "When I turn, lean with me. Or else we may become unbalanced and die in a fiery crash. Ready sweetie?" He does not pause for your consideration. You are lifted up and placed on the back, even as you claw to stay on the ground.

You grumble as he towers over you. He lifts the visor staring down at you. "I do need your consent." Sylus waits as you ponder your decision. There is no huff of inpatients or teasing.

Your heart is racing at the idea of riding on this bike. You are scared there is no denying that. Yet his words from before ring true once again. You always walk on the line. You made sure to stay unnoticed until he saw you. "Alright let's do this." You say with bated breath.

A beaming smile overtakes his face. His eyes glint with excitement. "So brave. I'm proud of you." You fight the urge to spew insults as he pushes down the visor of the helmet once again. A part of you gushes at his praise and that annoys you.

You gulp as he throws his leg over the motorcycle. He looks back and you give him a shaky thumbs up causing him to chuckle as he places the key in the ignition.

He turns the key and the bike roars to life beneath you. Immediately you place your arms around him tightly. With the deafening growl you don't hear him laugh, you just feel his chest vibrate against your touch. You can tell he is amused by your clingy ness before he even starts moving.

You shriek like a banshee when he pulls out of the parking space. Your own startled scream echoing within the confines of the helmet. You squeeze your eyes shut in panic. He causally pats your hand but it does not help calm you, not one bit.

You take in a deep breath still unable to pry yourself from his body as he turns onto the street. Sylus does not speed off at top speeds like you expect him to. He maintains a safe momentum down the road allowing you to take some control of your anxiety.

You begin repeating his instructions: hold onto him; when he turns lean with him to avoid crashing. This helps you to relax your chaotic thoughts of immediate death.

You slowly open your eyes and take in the scenery. The block was full of people clamoring from one bar to the next. You watched as their heads turned to get a glimpse of him as he drove by. Without even trying he is the center of attention.

Sylus taps your arm and motions for you to look forward. A sharp turn is quickly approaching and you nod your head in understanding. You grasp onto his waist and ready yourself to follow his motion.

You are hyper aware of his body as you lean against him. Completely focused on mimicking his posture. You follow his lead as it moves slightly to the left.

A jolt of excitement rushes through you as you zip through the curve. You giggle as the bike easily hugs the road. A sense of euphoria replaces the fear and you realize you are enjoying yourself.

So much so that you whine a bit when he is forced to stop at a red light. Once stopped you feel his hand glide to your thigh. He gives it a sharp squeeze and you jump in surprise. He turns and mouths, "Good job."

The loud thumping from your chest due to the adrenaline travels lower. The steady hum under you, his fingers still wrapped around you, it is intoxicating. Sylus is dangerous in many ways. Like many dangerous things you could see yourself becoming addicted.

Before you could come to any realizations the light turns green and the bike takes off once again. Sylus releases his hold on your upper thigh and points forward.

A few miles a head lay two choices. You could remain riding on the back roads through downtown at a leisurely pace. OR you could merge onto the highway, a much more risky proposition. You weren't sure why this simple decision felt so important. Stay safe or take a risk.

Overcome by the thrill of your first ride and feeling more rebellious you lean up against him. You nervously let go of his waist to point in the direction of the highway. His eyebrow raises, but he smirks.

You nod confirming your decision and you gasp as he squeezes your thigh once again. "My brave girl." You couldn't hear his words, the engine was too loud, but you read his lips. Your spine tingled and you were ready to embrace the chaos. Chaos did not seem so bad if Sylus was by your side.