I flex my glove, it seemed to be swathed in green leather and making the familiar creek the finer leathers make. "You ready?" The male’s voice calls to me. I look at the slightly pudgy cop and adjust my glasses, the other hand holding my helmet. I shake it against my side and look at what I can only describe to be as my hover bike, the first of its kind. "Ready as I will ever be." I mumble, unsure what I was doing yet knowing this was something I had worked so hard on. We move to the bike and lift it onto the truck; I had to wait until we were on the main highway before I could ride it. The pudgy cop gets on his bike and follows the truck down to the 101 where we pull to the break down the lane and unload. Another cop pulls up, my other escort I assume. Pulling off his helmet he smiles at me. His green eyes a stark contrast to his darker brows, his hair cropped short. He adjusts his glove and I look at mine.
"Ready?" He calls out. They unload my bike and I move closer to hear him past the traffic. "I'm sorry?" I say unsure this little project would even work - nerves on end - yet here I was unable to look away from those green eyes. "Ready?" He says again with a half-smile. I don't answer right away, looking behind and seeing the final adjustments being made. "Because you know.." He continues, "I happened to read the report on this little adventure. You are making quite an attempt.. and should it work, the possibilities are endless. The fact your bike doesn't have tires alone shows me this has to work.. You designed all this?" I realize it is not a half smile he wears as he speaks, but a smirk of some sort. What was there to smirk about? I watch him a moment longer before I realize he is asking me a question, I focus back in. "Uh, yeah.. I did." He nods, impressed, continuing. "The only thing not included in the report was a name.. You have one?" I nod, "Well.." I adjust my glasses again. "Jacqueline." I reply, looking back at the bike.
The pudgy cop begins to attempt to mess with it. "Excuse me.." I say quickly before scurrying to the other. "Please! Please don't touch that.. " He stops and shrugs, moving to his motorcycle behind mine. The other officer backs his up, they were my escorts after all and I would have to look at him the whole way. I needed to focus yet there he was, smiling at me knowingly. I shake my head and move to sit on my bike, securing my green leather jacket, the word Future Designs written on the back. Who's idea was this? Right, I was being sponsored. This nerd-ling would never make it out of the basement without it. I put my helmet on and breathe deeply, this was it. I turn the small black key and press the button. A loud hum emanates from the bike and it bursts air underneath it. It hovers only slightly and I pull my feet up. It remains in the air though begins to wobble side to side. I scold myself and attempt to get it right once more. It stabilizes and I nod in silent thanks, looking up and nodding again to make them aware I was ready.
There he is in front of me. He wiggles his eyebrows in excitement and puts his helmet on. I watch him focus on turning on his bike then checking to see the construction ones had done their job. The two left lanes closed to give us space, and they did just that. I look in my mirrors to the pudgy cop, he seems ready and uncaring. If only he knew how much I had put into this.. maybe even then he wouldn't care. What changes were to come because of this would be insurmountable. I focus ahead and watch him begin ahead. I start as well, keeping the bike calm. It wasn't the bike I was worried about.. it had been tested many times before. It was the system my bike was laying down as it went along. Like a small nail gun it shot small circular, green, disks into pavement. Impervious to being driven on and weather even at its most extreme, the disks could handle it all. The first shot rings out - I feel like my head will explode from nerves and my heart burst from the possibility of failure. I watch as the cop behind me runs it over with no type of snag. My eyes focus ahead once again. He rode with confidence in front of me, as though this was a weekend ride to get away. I tell myself to focus, but what was there really to focus on? I allow my eyes to linger on his back until the second shot rings out.
I look to the small screen between the handle bars - it assures me it is still working fine. I look back up, his head is tilted and he is watching me in his mirror. I can't see his eyes, the glasses and small mirror keeping me from them, but I want too. The third shot rings true, hitting the marks I had virtually set up on the map. My eyes dart back to the safety of my screen; it tells me nothing I don't already know. The bike wobbles ever so slightly so I press a few buttons slowly, not that I couldn't handle it but it was giving me something to do. I look up again and he is back to focusing on the road. It is like this for what feels like hours, but when I look at the time it has only been forty five minutes and about eighty miles outside of the heart of the city. We pull up to the rest stop - One side tourists and travelers, the other closed off to everyone but us with only my small work van there to greet us.
We pull up and I pull off to the side, closer to my van and bring my bike to a stop before letting the decrease from the bike - allowing it to descend until it rested against the pavement. I notice another car follow behind us and motion to my two escorts to get it moving along. This area was closed for a reason. The pudgy one sighs loud enough to be heard over the motor and goes, the other remains, watching me. I look away and remove my helmet, getting off the bike with ease. I move to my van and begin to look for my key, to no avail. Once again I have left it behind. That would make officially something I did more often than not. I lay my slightly sweating face against the window. It was chilly, that much I was thankful for, not being one to process heat well. "We are supposed to remain until you leave." I hear the familiar voice behind me. "Uh.. right. Well, I have a bit of a problem.." I reply.
Leaning back I fix my hair in the slight reflection and adjust my glasses. I turn and address him as he stands before me.. I notice his eyes first, then his uniform. My gaze pops back up to his, surely he just saw me give him a glance over, the thought horrifying me. What was wrong with me? He continues to smile. If he saw it, he wasn't going to give it away.. a gentleman? Those don't exist anymore. He must not be very observant. "What kind of propulsion system are you using there? I noticed you sway.. or was that operator error?" He grins. He was observant.. damn. "I, uh.. Trade secrets?" I settle with.. damn him for being so nosey, and cute. He nods in understanding, stepping closer still. "So, M'lady.. what seems to be the problem then?" I watch him for a moment before clearing my throat. "I don't have my keys.. I can work the van without it, but it won't be driving anywhere." I look down, embarrassed once more. He scratches his jaw in thought while I look at his boots. Then my gaze lowers still to my matching riding green ones. It was a lovely green.. I look back up into his eyes. A motor engine roars as the other cop rides up, I look over and watch him – safe from desire, for the moment. The two men nod to each other. “We done here?” The pudgy cop asks roughly. “Looks like she is wrapping up.. I’ll stay behind and finish here, then report in. Finish the rounds and make sure those traffic cones are picked up.” The pudgy cop nods and gives a mock salute in my direction. I nod, thankful he was leaving, and watch him go. “Are you even close to wrapping up?” That voice. I turn my head and there he is with his crooked smile.. makes me want to melt, or vomit. “Pretty close..” I say smoothly, turning back to the van and putting in the code.
I get in the back and turn on the systems. All the pins ping back their reply. “And I thought your bike was impressive..” He says quietly. I look over my shoulder to see him, a look of concentration on his face as he looks over the screens. He was very handsome.. I continue to watch him until he looks back at me, his eyes begin to smile once more. “They both are..” I speak softly and turn back. “I have to let this system run for twenty four hours before I can come back and collect the data.” I scoot back as he hops out of the van, and follow suite. “All done then?” He smiles brighter, following me to my bike. “Well, sir, you are finished.. I have to call a cab out here. This bike isn’t exactly.. street legal.”
He looks it over, nodding in agreement. “How about I give you a lift?” He suggests. “Are officers allowed to play taxi?” I ask quietly.. I wasn’t about to refuse, I was already in the gear and he was very cute. He just smiles and helps me load the bike into the van, locking it back up. He gets back on his bike and I move to sit behind him, unsure where to put my hands I finally settle with putting my hands on his hips. The bike starts and the engine revs, my hands slide around his waist.. to better hold myself, of course. We drive a time, I cling to him tighter still as we go along and nuzzle my face into his back. Why couldn’t I enjoy this little moonlight ride? I suddenly feel a weight on my hand as he places his on mine. My heart beats through my chest, surely he can feel it.
We near my place after careful directions, showing him which one was mine we pull up. I step off and stretch my now aching legs before turning and seeing him watch me. “I.. was wondering. Would you be.. intere—need something to drink? That was a long ride and I really appreciate the lift.” I wait for the denial but it doesn’t come. “You know, I think I will have to take you up on that offer.. feeling quite parched all of a sudden.” I smile incredulously. No, no.. calm down. It’s not a date.. He parks the bike and we go into the small house. I grab him and I water and excuse myself to change. I don’t think I have ever changed so fast. I glance at myself in the mirror.. I look like I was stepping out of an 80s video. It would have to do..
I step into the living room, his own gloves neatly set on the back of an armchair and he is staring at one of the pictures on the wall drinking the water. I move to grab my celebratory wine. “Are you off duty? I have this.. to celebrate, and currently no one to share it with this evening. “ He looks me over, the gears turning in his eyes. “Well, seeing as it is almost midnight, and you are home safe.. looks like I am off duty after all.” He says with a smile, removing a few items and placing them by the door after making a quick phone call while I prepared the drink. Finished he moves towards me, taking the glass I now offered him before sitting beside me on the couch.
“Do you do any of your work here?” He asks me, looking about still. I shake my head, suddenly vary aware of the fact I had an attractive man on my couch and was giving him alcohol. What did this look like? Then I realized.. do I care? I scoot closer still and put my hand on his knee, taking another sip of my wine. His arm comes over my shoulders as we sit in silence. My heart so loud now.. I set my now empty glass on the coffee table and sit back, while he does the same. “Another glass?” I ask shyly. He grins wider.. “Trying to take advantage of me?” The way he laughed I must have looked shocked. I quickly shake my head and he stops me by placing his hand on my chin, drawing my face in to his.
Originally: Posted 13th March 2013 by Hybridpassions
"Ready?" He calls out. They unload my bike and I move closer to hear him past the traffic. "I'm sorry?" I say unsure this little project would even work - nerves on end - yet here I was unable to look away from those green eyes. "Ready?" He says again with a half-smile. I don't answer right away, looking behind and seeing the final adjustments being made. "Because you know.." He continues, "I happened to read the report on this little adventure. You are making quite an attempt.. and should it work, the possibilities are endless. The fact your bike doesn't have tires alone shows me this has to work.. You designed all this?" I realize it is not a half smile he wears as he speaks, but a smirk of some sort. What was there to smirk about? I watch him a moment longer before I realize he is asking me a question, I focus back in. "Uh, yeah.. I did." He nods, impressed, continuing. "The only thing not included in the report was a name.. You have one?" I nod, "Well.." I adjust my glasses again. "Jacqueline." I reply, looking back at the bike.
The pudgy cop begins to attempt to mess with it. "Excuse me.." I say quickly before scurrying to the other. "Please! Please don't touch that.. " He stops and shrugs, moving to his motorcycle behind mine. The other officer backs his up, they were my escorts after all and I would have to look at him the whole way. I needed to focus yet there he was, smiling at me knowingly. I shake my head and move to sit on my bike, securing my green leather jacket, the word Future Designs written on the back. Who's idea was this? Right, I was being sponsored. This nerd-ling would never make it out of the basement without it. I put my helmet on and breathe deeply, this was it. I turn the small black key and press the button. A loud hum emanates from the bike and it bursts air underneath it. It hovers only slightly and I pull my feet up. It remains in the air though begins to wobble side to side. I scold myself and attempt to get it right once more. It stabilizes and I nod in silent thanks, looking up and nodding again to make them aware I was ready.
There he is in front of me. He wiggles his eyebrows in excitement and puts his helmet on. I watch him focus on turning on his bike then checking to see the construction ones had done their job. The two left lanes closed to give us space, and they did just that. I look in my mirrors to the pudgy cop, he seems ready and uncaring. If only he knew how much I had put into this.. maybe even then he wouldn't care. What changes were to come because of this would be insurmountable. I focus ahead and watch him begin ahead. I start as well, keeping the bike calm. It wasn't the bike I was worried about.. it had been tested many times before. It was the system my bike was laying down as it went along. Like a small nail gun it shot small circular, green, disks into pavement. Impervious to being driven on and weather even at its most extreme, the disks could handle it all. The first shot rings out - I feel like my head will explode from nerves and my heart burst from the possibility of failure. I watch as the cop behind me runs it over with no type of snag. My eyes focus ahead once again. He rode with confidence in front of me, as though this was a weekend ride to get away. I tell myself to focus, but what was there really to focus on? I allow my eyes to linger on his back until the second shot rings out.
I look to the small screen between the handle bars - it assures me it is still working fine. I look back up, his head is tilted and he is watching me in his mirror. I can't see his eyes, the glasses and small mirror keeping me from them, but I want too. The third shot rings true, hitting the marks I had virtually set up on the map. My eyes dart back to the safety of my screen; it tells me nothing I don't already know. The bike wobbles ever so slightly so I press a few buttons slowly, not that I couldn't handle it but it was giving me something to do. I look up again and he is back to focusing on the road. It is like this for what feels like hours, but when I look at the time it has only been forty five minutes and about eighty miles outside of the heart of the city. We pull up to the rest stop - One side tourists and travelers, the other closed off to everyone but us with only my small work van there to greet us.
We pull up and I pull off to the side, closer to my van and bring my bike to a stop before letting the decrease from the bike - allowing it to descend until it rested against the pavement. I notice another car follow behind us and motion to my two escorts to get it moving along. This area was closed for a reason. The pudgy one sighs loud enough to be heard over the motor and goes, the other remains, watching me. I look away and remove my helmet, getting off the bike with ease. I move to my van and begin to look for my key, to no avail. Once again I have left it behind. That would make officially something I did more often than not. I lay my slightly sweating face against the window. It was chilly, that much I was thankful for, not being one to process heat well. "We are supposed to remain until you leave." I hear the familiar voice behind me. "Uh.. right. Well, I have a bit of a problem.." I reply.
Leaning back I fix my hair in the slight reflection and adjust my glasses. I turn and address him as he stands before me.. I notice his eyes first, then his uniform. My gaze pops back up to his, surely he just saw me give him a glance over, the thought horrifying me. What was wrong with me? He continues to smile. If he saw it, he wasn't going to give it away.. a gentleman? Those don't exist anymore. He must not be very observant. "What kind of propulsion system are you using there? I noticed you sway.. or was that operator error?" He grins. He was observant.. damn. "I, uh.. Trade secrets?" I settle with.. damn him for being so nosey, and cute. He nods in understanding, stepping closer still. "So, M'lady.. what seems to be the problem then?" I watch him for a moment before clearing my throat. "I don't have my keys.. I can work the van without it, but it won't be driving anywhere." I look down, embarrassed once more. He scratches his jaw in thought while I look at his boots. Then my gaze lowers still to my matching riding green ones. It was a lovely green.. I look back up into his eyes. A motor engine roars as the other cop rides up, I look over and watch him – safe from desire, for the moment. The two men nod to each other. “We done here?” The pudgy cop asks roughly. “Looks like she is wrapping up.. I’ll stay behind and finish here, then report in. Finish the rounds and make sure those traffic cones are picked up.” The pudgy cop nods and gives a mock salute in my direction. I nod, thankful he was leaving, and watch him go. “Are you even close to wrapping up?” That voice. I turn my head and there he is with his crooked smile.. makes me want to melt, or vomit. “Pretty close..” I say smoothly, turning back to the van and putting in the code.
I get in the back and turn on the systems. All the pins ping back their reply. “And I thought your bike was impressive..” He says quietly. I look over my shoulder to see him, a look of concentration on his face as he looks over the screens. He was very handsome.. I continue to watch him until he looks back at me, his eyes begin to smile once more. “They both are..” I speak softly and turn back. “I have to let this system run for twenty four hours before I can come back and collect the data.” I scoot back as he hops out of the van, and follow suite. “All done then?” He smiles brighter, following me to my bike. “Well, sir, you are finished.. I have to call a cab out here. This bike isn’t exactly.. street legal.”
He looks it over, nodding in agreement. “How about I give you a lift?” He suggests. “Are officers allowed to play taxi?” I ask quietly.. I wasn’t about to refuse, I was already in the gear and he was very cute. He just smiles and helps me load the bike into the van, locking it back up. He gets back on his bike and I move to sit behind him, unsure where to put my hands I finally settle with putting my hands on his hips. The bike starts and the engine revs, my hands slide around his waist.. to better hold myself, of course. We drive a time, I cling to him tighter still as we go along and nuzzle my face into his back. Why couldn’t I enjoy this little moonlight ride? I suddenly feel a weight on my hand as he places his on mine. My heart beats through my chest, surely he can feel it.
We near my place after careful directions, showing him which one was mine we pull up. I step off and stretch my now aching legs before turning and seeing him watch me. “I.. was wondering. Would you be.. intere—need something to drink? That was a long ride and I really appreciate the lift.” I wait for the denial but it doesn’t come. “You know, I think I will have to take you up on that offer.. feeling quite parched all of a sudden.” I smile incredulously. No, no.. calm down. It’s not a date.. He parks the bike and we go into the small house. I grab him and I water and excuse myself to change. I don’t think I have ever changed so fast. I glance at myself in the mirror.. I look like I was stepping out of an 80s video. It would have to do..
I step into the living room, his own gloves neatly set on the back of an armchair and he is staring at one of the pictures on the wall drinking the water. I move to grab my celebratory wine. “Are you off duty? I have this.. to celebrate, and currently no one to share it with this evening. “ He looks me over, the gears turning in his eyes. “Well, seeing as it is almost midnight, and you are home safe.. looks like I am off duty after all.” He says with a smile, removing a few items and placing them by the door after making a quick phone call while I prepared the drink. Finished he moves towards me, taking the glass I now offered him before sitting beside me on the couch.
“Do you do any of your work here?” He asks me, looking about still. I shake my head, suddenly vary aware of the fact I had an attractive man on my couch and was giving him alcohol. What did this look like? Then I realized.. do I care? I scoot closer still and put my hand on his knee, taking another sip of my wine. His arm comes over my shoulders as we sit in silence. My heart so loud now.. I set my now empty glass on the coffee table and sit back, while he does the same. “Another glass?” I ask shyly. He grins wider.. “Trying to take advantage of me?” The way he laughed I must have looked shocked. I quickly shake my head and he stops me by placing his hand on my chin, drawing my face in to his.
Originally: Posted 13th March 2013 by Hybridpassions
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