Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

6 | Saint

"It's pretty big," Cerise mumbled, eyeing the mechanical beast parked in front of them.

"Had to get it customized," Saint responded, thinking back on how the standard sportbikes were a bad match for his long legs.

Facing her, he held out the helmet and once she took it from him, he lifted the seat compartment to grab his gloves. Turning back to see Cerise adorning his helmet, he held them out. They would likely be too roomy for her small hands, but at least it was some layer of protection.

"Ride before?" he asked, observing her slip on the gloves as she shook her head in response.

"What about you? You have another pair?"

She flipped the visor up to make sure her voice wasn't muffled and wiggled her fingers clunkily.

"More concerned about you," he replied lowly.

She kept them on without a fuss, and he gently grabbed her hands to make sure the straps were secured properly.

Satisfied after re-strapping them thrice, his gaze drifted up to the helmet. Green met brown briefly as he tugged the back of the hoodie from inside the helmet, and adjusted the helmet slightly.

"Good?"

"Good." Cerise grinned and gave two gloved thumbs up.

Saint's response was to flick the visor back down and straddle his bike. He released the kickstand before holding a hand out to assist her as she mounted behind him.

Cerise huffed as she practically climbed the bike, using Saint's hand and shoulder to throw her leg over. Her hands tightly gripped his sturdy body as she accommodated herself and got comfortable.

Once she was settled, she allowed her arms to loosely tuck under his arms and wrap around him, her hands not even meeting in the middle.

"Whew," Cerise breathed out, her voice sounding indistinct.

Saint had a feeling she would be clapping in accomplishment if she could. The smile he saw as he looked over his shoulder told him that she was very proud of herself.

"Closer," he called back to her.

She scooted forward an inch.

Saint rolled his eyes, "I need t'feel you against me."

In more ways than one.

Cerise moved until she was hugging him close, her hands clasped over his toned middle and her chest against his back.

Saint tried to not let his mind race from the sensation of her wrapped around him, directing his focus to start up the bike. He took a moment to give her instructions on leaning with him around bends and shifting her head if he turned to check the rear. 

Soon they were speeding off into the night.

***

"Make yourself at home," Saint murmured as he smoothly pushed open his front door, ushering Cerise inside first then closing the door behind them and turning the lock.

He flicked on the entryway light and tossed his keys into the side table dish before plucking up a pre-rolled joint. He didn't forget to prepare one for his return.

"Mm, it smells so good in here," Cerise commented, standing still a few steps into the entryway as her eyes scanned his house.

"You have a lovely place," she added, pivoting to face him just as he was lifting a lighter to the rolled paper between his lips.

As their eyes met and he watched her eyes fall to his mouth and widen, Saint immediately paused.

"Sorry, habit."