Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~23~

"Good morning beautiful!" a husky voice whispered in my ear. I squeezed my eyes tighter shut and turned to bury my face in the pillow. I could feel his body against mine and I knew he was hovering over me, but I didn't want to wake up, not yet.

"Five more minutes," I mumbled incoherently into my pillow.

"Fine, but I'll be waiting," Flynn whispered. His lips pressed into my neck and my shoulder before I felt the weight of his body leave the bed. Now I was cold and half awake. Thanks.

"Wait," I called to him. I opened my eyes and rolled over onto my back. I reached my hand out out him and beckoned for him to come back.

When he turned around he jumped back on the bed and the position we ended up in reminded me of that first night when he was in a towel and he had decided to tickle me to death. That was some first night.

"I'm awake," I informed Flynn with a slight smile. His presence made me feel safe and I don't know what I will do when I wake up and he isn't right there beside me.

"I see that," he told me. He kissed my nose and my cheeks and after a brief hesitation my lips.

I pulled him down closer to me and hitched my leg up around his waist.

"You're here," I whispered breathlessly when he stopped moving his lips on mine.

"Where else would I be?" he asked, confused.

"I don't know...I just had a dream..." I tried to remember what my dream had been, but all I could remember was the feeling of having nobody left.

"I am right here, I promise I'll always be right here," Flynn assured me. He kissed me to seal the promise before reluctantly sitting up and untangling his limbs from mine, "Now get up. We need to get on the road."

"Where are we going this time? Or are you not going to tell me? Because last time that happened we ended up in a raging emotional battle with my ex best friend," I reminded him dramatically as I rolled out of bed and stood up in Flynn's arms.

"We are going to see my aunt Jennie. She lives down in Colorado so we are driving South for the day," Flynn told me the game plan. "So get your cute little butt dressed because we are going to hit the road by eight and you better be on the back of that motorcycle when I start the engine," Flynn warned me. He kissed me quickly and let me go before I could respond properly.

I glanced at the clock to see it was just after seven thirty which meant I had about fifteen minutes to get ready. Who does he think I am? A girl can no way properly get ready in that amount of time. It just wasn't in our nature.

I wiped my eyes of sleep and stumbled my way to the little bathroom in the hotel room. The long legs on the sweatpants were causing some difficulties, but I managed to hike them up and make it there in one piece.

I opened the door to find clothes waiting for me and a note as well.

"So glad you're here," it read in Flynn's sloppy half cursive half print handwriting.

He was too sweet.

I showered quickly and decided to put my hair in a ponytail even though it was still wet. Whatever it could just dry off in the helmet.

I slipped on some black shorts and a black t-shirt, one of Flynn's actually. He left it here so I guess that meant he wanted me to wear it. When I looked at myself in the mirror I decided a little eyeliner would complete the all black ensemble, so I swooped it on as well as some mascara and looked at my complete look. I had to say, I looked pretty darn sexy, as guess as sexy as I could look in some ripped black shorts and an old faded guy's t-shirt. Plus the dripping hair was an interesting combination, but hey, we would be on the road for hours, nobody would see me.

"I'm ready!" I called. I flung open the bathroom door and gathered everything up so I didn't leave anything behind.

I threw everything into my bag and shouldered it up and headed out the door. I don't know why I yelled that I was ready since I knew Flynn wasn't in the room, oh well.

When I walked down to the lobby and out the doors I found Flynn tying everything up. He was wearing ripped jeans like he usually did but today he had on a black tank that matched my look as well as a bandana to pull back his wild hair. His shoulders were on full display and the muscles I saw there made me wish I could hold on to him all day, oh wait, I kind of would be.

"Dang," I whistled.

Flynn's eyes rose up to meet mine and I watched them comb over my body.

"Dang yourself," he laughed. He came over to meet me and took my bags from me, not of course without a lingering touch to my hand.

"Are we entering a hottest couple on the highway contest?" I joked.

"No. But we would definitely win," Flynn grinned at me with a wink.

"Right," I scoffed, "Only because you broke out the bandana."

"No I think it would be because of that makeup you got going on. Not to mention how hot you look in black," Flynn purred into my ear as I leaned against the bike next to him, "I mean you've got the tan legs, the cunning stare and the wild hair," he continued his description of my appearance.

His hands settled on my waist and I knew he was about to kiss me. His cheek brushed mine as he leaned away from my ear and brought his face in front of mine

"How did I end up with Faith Valenti on the back of my bike?" he questioned the universe.

"How did I end up on the back of Flynn...wait what is your last name?" I had to ask which sort of ruined the moment.

"Tucker," Flynn answered me with a grin.

"How did I end up," I began my question again, "on the back of Flynn Tucker's motorcycle?" I asked in response to his question. My hands settled on his stomach in between us like I was going to push him away, but I never wanted to do that.

"I guess we can call it fate?" Flynn wondered.

"No, I don't believe in fate," I shook my head no slightly. "I think it was just a decision. Actually," I changed my mind, "I think it was an impulse."

"An impulse?" Flynn repeated.

"I think that my impulse was to hop on behind you, so I did," I stated, like it was just the way things were.

"Well I am glad your impulse wasn't to run away," Flynn joked with me. Our bodies had been getting steadily closer and by this point his forehead was close to touching mine.

I glanced over across the street and saw that the clock on the bank read 8:02. "Hey look! It's past eight we better get going or we will be late," I rushed out trying to escape Flynn's grip to see what he would do.

"Oh no you don't. You can get away that easily," Flynn laughed as he used one arm to wrap around me and hold me close and the other hand to steady my head. He pressed his lips on mine and I couldn't for the life of me think of a good reason to why I just joke attempted to get out of this.

Kissing him was like feeling alive after waking up. It made me feel like I could do anything, be anyone, and he would always be there beside me.

"But really," Flynn moaned against my lips, "we should probably get going."

I pecked his lips one last time before I slipped on my helmet and hopped on the motorcycle behind him.

"Ready?" Flynn asked.

"Ready," I confirmed as I slid my hands around his torso.

Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it.