"You have got
to be kidding me." The raven haired woman crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, a frown setting over her features. The younger blonde turned to her, the confusion clear on her face.
"What? You need a ride, I offered, this is my ride."
"It's a motorcycle."
"Clearly." The blonde agreed, still not sure what was causing the woman before her to look so apprehensive. "Wait," she said with sudden realization, the creases in her forehead straightening and her eyebrows inching upwards. "You have never ridden on a bike, have you?"
The other woman shook her head slowly, her stance otherwise unchanging. The blonde smiled at that. "There's nothing to worry about, I've had her for over three years now, and I'm a safe driver. All you have to do is hold on, and move with the bike."
The raven haired woman took a deep breath. "How do I do that?"
"You lean. When the bike leans to the left, you do the same. I'll go slow around the campus since we need the west gate, this way you can feel it. You should be alright by the time we get out of the gate." She could see the older woman starting to relax, though not by much yet.
"What about another helmet?"
The blonde pointed to the heavy chain that locked the bike to the designated post, showing the other woman the helmet that was also attached. "That one is mine. I borrowed this one," she lifted the black helmet in her hand, "from a friend." She smiled, wondering if what she thought was her ace was actually that, or if the older woman will call her bluff. "The question is – do you trust me?"
She watched the woman in front of her intently as dark eyes turned from her and towards the vehicle, looking at the machine with a combination of apprehension and what seemed to be close to fear for long minutes before returning to meet her own eyes.
It was with an almost inaudible sigh that the older woman finally uncrossed her hands and reached out. "How do you put these things on anyway? I think I read there was a clasp somewhere..."
The blonde's smile was radiant, and she held out the helmet, showing the woman standing before her the correct way to secure it before bending to unchain the motorcycle, and put the heavy chain in its allotted spot. That done, she straddled the bike and placed her own helmet on her head, secured it and reached her hand to the still standing woman. "I suggest you hold on to me, at least at first, so that you understand how to move with the bike. Afterwards you can move your hands to the bar behind you if you'd like."
When arms practically encircled her from behind she did her best to suppress a full body shiver, turned on the engine, and then started off, making sure to go slowly, but not entirely sure if she did this in order to put the woman behind her at ease, or to prolong the contact she was enjoying so much.