"Oh, I know," she grinned, too keyed up to take offense as she swung herself off the bike beside him. "No one could possibly be as boring as me and still have a pulse, right?" Laughing, she set the borrowed helmet down on the seat of the bike and gave in to an impulse. Bouncing up on her toes, she pressed a quick, joyful kiss to his lips, whirling away before she could think again. "So where are we?"
"I wouldn't say boring, but I thought maybe you'd like to let your hair down for a change. Training to be a doctor has to be..." His words were cut off by the impulsive if brief press of lips against his. "Uhh..." She seemed to have rendered him speechless a moment. He glanced around, shrugging his shoulders with a mischievous grin. "Hell if I know. Far enough away from the city that no one will bother us."
Turning back to him, Lucy realised she'd derailed him, giggling shamelessly. "Oh, sorry," she apologised through her grin. "I suppose I should have mentioned that I have a real weakness for guys who ride motorbikes, but I thought you might use it against me." The light in her eyes was still exhilarated as she bounced on her toes. "No one will bother us, hmm? My, my, Mr Storm, were you intending to besiege my virtue?"
He laughed as he climbed off the bike and hung his helmet over the handle bars, reaching for hers to do the same. "If I'd known that, I just may have. You one of those girls who has a thing for bad boys?" Once the bike was parked and the helmets were hung, the turned to face her, that smirk still on his face, amused at her perkiness. "The thought has crossed my mind a time or two."
She laughed again, one hand smoothly unzipping her jacket to let herself cool down now that she was no longer pressed closer to him. "Well, you don't get a reputation for being a bad girl at school without hanging around with a few bad boys," she winked impishly over at him, her lips parting in a wide smile. "I don't know, there's just something about motorbikes that makes me so horny." She didn't need to have shared that, but Lucy wanted to see what sort of reaction it might produce.
He arched a brow, watching as she unzipped her jacket, her blouse peeking out from beneath. Was she teasing him or what? He felt a familiar tightness in his groin that signaled the stirrings of desire. "God, you're so beautiful," he muttered, barely realizing he'd said it before the words were already out of his mouth. He hadn't brought her here to have his way with her, but if sparks flew, he wasn't going to fight it.
Her eyes shone with inviting warmth, a soft flush stroking over her cheeks at his unplanned compliment. "You're very sweet to say so," was her answer, her hand stretching toward his. "Come on, then. Why don't you show me your random little piece of wilderness?"
She had derailed him again, and he had to fight the urge to kiss her, wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms and forget everything and everyone else for a while. Instead, he reached for her hand, taking it between his own, which was, as she might expect, warmer than a normal human's and led her toward the trees, which gently swayed in the late winter breeze.
He was quiet for a moment, not saying anything, just listening to sound of the trees whispering in the wind. "I'm sorry about the other day."
Her teeth found the soft pillow of her lower lip as she let him take the lead, thrilling to the heat in his skin. She was an adrenalin junkie, loving the thrill of danger, and Johnny's touch held the same enticement for her that riding his motorcycle had. When he spoke, she dragged her mind away from wild imaginings to look up at him with regretful eyes. "So am I," she said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Johnny."
He kept his eyes forward. He knew if he looked at her, he wouldn't be able to say what it was he wanted to say, turning suddenly serious, if only for a little while. "I know. I was being stupid. It's just... I haven't let anyone close in a long time, and... I like you... a lot, and that scares me."
Her other hand smoothed over his knuckles as she stepped closer, resting her cheek against his shoulder as she leaned into his side. "I can't begin to imagine what it must be like for you, but ..." She sighed softly, squeezing his hand between hers. "You're not going to feel any better about it if you give into the urge to run away every time it passes over you."