And again, unlike Liv, Lucy didn't cling on too tightly, or close her eyes. She settled her chin on his shoulder, her own hair a dark streak behind her as the wind whipped over them, unable to keep herself from laughing in delight at the exhilaration of this unplanned, unexpected ride. Her hands were warm on his chest, and yes, there was a strange kind of possessiveness in the way she held on that had been absent in Liv's arms about him. Lucy wanted to be there, through whatever danger. Wasn't her courage in apologising to his face evidence enough for that?
He was acutely aware of her behind him, of the hold she had on him, not the frightened, clinging vine that had been Liv, but the self-assured, assertive woman that was Lucy. She had told him she wanted him once, and he couldn't deny that he wanted her, even after everything that had happened. He wasn't sure why, but her arms around him felt so right, as if she belonged there. He squeezed the throttle, increasing his speed, driving so fast it almost felt like they were flying. Now, that would be a thrill he bet she'd never experienced before. To soar through the sky, the wind at your back. It was a feeling of exhilaration, of freedom, but he was only giving her a small taste of that now. The bike roared through the city streets, up and over the bridge that connected the two sides of the city, toward a place he had only recently discovered - the Spaceport.
As the bike sped along, the speed rising with each second that passed, Lucy felt her heartbeat increase with it, her laughter growing ever more breathless as her arms tightened around Johnny against the tug of the forces that wanted to whisk her off the back of the bike. Her body was almost one with his, molded so smoothly against his back that they might as well have been wrapped up in cellophane.
This... This was a true city, unlike anything he'd ever seen before, as different from the old town as night and day. It was truly a sight to see, a hub of activity all times of day and night, ships coming and going both on land, sea, and overhead. A sprawling landscape of tall buildings, seedy neighborhoods, warehouses, and compounds. Something from some science fiction movie and he'd fallen in love with it at first sight.
He brought the bike to a stop finally, just outside the city, atop a hill that overlooked Fool's Luck Bay, the city twinkling like a Christmas tree below them. As beautiful as it was to behold, this was nothing compared to what it looked like at night. "Have you ever seen anything like that in all your life?" he asked, clearly in awe. In a way, it reminded him of home, or what home might look like hundreds of years from now. New York City, all lit up. The sight of it tugged at his heart and made him feel a little homesick.
"Oh, wow ..." Lucy leaned close still against his back, drawing her feet from the rests to wrap her legs comfortably about his waist. Her cheek settled between his shoulder blades as she gazed over the vista he'd brought her to see, amazed and more than a little awed by the vibrantly unique city in front of them. "I don't think anything can compare with this place."
Golden sunlight reflected off the bay, gulls and other sea birds squawking and diving toward the water for their meal. He wasn't sure why he'd taken her there of all places, but it was a view that tugged at his heart more than any other place he'd seen here so far. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I'm gonna live there someday." His voice was quiet, a little lost in thought, though he was aware of her wrapped around him, her chin against his shoulder and he pulled his eyes away from the sight to turn to her. "There's so much I wanna show you," he told her, his voice uncharacteristically soft, almost wistful.
It was such a little thing, her moment of doubt, but that doubt had to be set to rest. As beautiful as this place was, as handsome and warm and yes, screwable, as Johnny was against her, Lucy had her insecurities like any woman, and she knew she had a lot to make up for. Tearing her gaze from the stunning view, she met his gaze with soft solemnity. "Are you sure?" Sure you want to show me, though it hardly needed to be clarified.
He met her gaze with equal solemnity, his hands leaving the handlebars to cover hers at his waist. He seemed to sense the doubt in her, though there was little doubt in his own mind. Fear, yes. He didn't want to get hurt, not again, and he didn't want to hurt her or Liv, but life was too short. His mother's death had taught him that. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. Ball's in your court, Lucy. All I'm asking for is a chance."
She couldn't help it; her familiarly wild smile broke over her face slowly, one hand slipping from his chest to smooth against the heat of his cheek. Her legs slipped down from his waist, feet settling against the rests to push herself up until she was leaning over his shoulder. "That's my line," she murmured through her grin, her breath tickling his lips for a split second before she found his mouth in a slow kiss that promised more than she had pretended to before.
Eager for her kiss, his mouth met hers, eyelids drifting closed to savor the sweetness of her lips, his heart beating a little bit faster. Still locked to her lips, he eased himself from the bike, kicking the stand down, turning toward her and reaching for her to pull her along with him. His lips parted to deepen the kiss, as they stood there atop the hill overlooking the bay, the sun winking its golden light off the water.
She was impressed, despite herself, by the way he managed to move without breaking his lips from hers, though that consideration was only momentary. Her arms loosened just enough to let him twist and stand before tightening about his neck once again, welcoming the deepening of that kiss with a tongue that was sweet and forceful in its desire to taste his mouth. Her knees bent upward, lifting her feet from the bike finally as Johnny drew back, giving him her slight weight for the few moments it took to bring her clear of his bike before her feet lowered to seek the ground once again. Some things couldn't be feigned, and the gentle, eager passion in Lucy's kiss was one of those things. She did want him, a second chance to prove that she wasn't such a heartless bitch.
He wanted her right then and there, to show her what he was made of, what could be between them, what she'd almost walked away from, but before that could happen, there was something he needed to say, something he needed her to understand, even if she'd already heard it from Liv. She needed to hear it from him. He reluctantly pulled away from her kiss, hands clutching her arms to pull her away for a moment, so that he could offer his own confession. The look on his face was remorseful, knowing that all of this was more than likely his own fault, but he'd had no idea things would get so out of hand. "Lucy, I'm sorry I'm such a jerk. I never meant to make you jealous. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you or Liv. I'm sorry."
"Johnny, you don't need to apologise." Lucy leaned close, twisting one arm from his grip to curl her palm to his cheek. "This was all my fault, my foul. I won't ever mention it again if you won't. But please answer Liv's calls. She wants to be your friend." And even talking about her sister couldn't calm the want that had risen in Lucy once again in Johnny's presence. She had thought that it might have been a fluke, a residual reaction from riding a motorbike for the first time in years, but no. It was all Johnny, and here they were, about as private as either of them could get right now, and free for at least two hours. She surged up onto her toes to catch his lips with hers once again, her arm slowly curling about his neck as she pressed close.
He was about to tell her how wrong she was, how he knew it was his fault, but then she promised to never mention it again, and the protest died on his lips. The mention of Liv was like a dagger in his chest, and he opened his mouth to protest again, to tell her how fond he was of her, but that sadly, it wasn't Liv he wanted. It wasn't Liv that made him feel this way, full of passion and life, like he could do anything. He wanted to tell her all this, but then she was kissing him again, and the heat he'd felt between them that day in the woods returned ten-fold. He wasn't fighting it this time though. This time he was going to see it through, to see if he wasn't imagining the spark that he felt between them. There was only one way to find out.
Apologies had been said. All was forgiven, at least for now. There was no more need for words. Johnny's arms went around her waist, and he returned her kiss, deeply and passionately, showing her, instead of telling her, what could be between them, if only she'd allow it.
Only time would tell if what they both were feeling would grow into a fiery blaze, or burn out like a candle in the wind.