Right From The Start -H.S. AU

H -10

Violet has been pushing me to take more time for myself these last few weeks, so I'm in the shop working on this god forsaken bike- again.

I can't for the life of me figure out what's wrong with it. I've had the thing for almost ten years and it decides to blow up on me on a random Tuesday afternoon. Thank god Violet wasn't riding with me that day. The piece of shit pitched sideways and bucked me off. I was lucky I was only going about thirty, and had my helmet on- thanks to my wife hollering at me that we have children to come home to now.

Vi was shaking when I got home, the bike on the bed of the truck I got out of. I'm a little banged up, bruises on my shoulder and hip where I hit the ground and a gnarly scrape up my left thigh. Pretty lucky for having been in a motorcycle accident.

I'm messing with the fuel filter again, convinced for some reason that that's the issue. I've taken the god damn engine apart twice and can't figure it out.

I shut my eyes when I drop a bolt I was trying to put back in place and take a deep breath. If one more thing goes wrong with this fucking bike, I'm gonna-

"You seem tense." My eyes fly open at the soft voice coming from the doorway of the shop. Violet is leaning against the frame, her arms crossed over her chest, smirking.

"Hi, baby." I exhale a soft breath and feel my shoulders drop slightly just at the sight of her. She smiles and my eyes drift down her body. She's wearing her silk robe lazily tied around her and I can see lace peeking out of the opening in the middle, her legs bare down to her slippered feet.
"It's cold out here." I mutter out, my gaze glued to her thighs.

"I know." She says softly, her eyes twinkling in the light above us. "That's why I was hoping you'd come to bed."

She saunters forward to where my bike is leaning on the kickstand and throws her leg over the seat. My focus immediately shifts to the hem of her robe riding up as she straddles the leather.

"It's only seven-thirty." I mumble, not looking away from her parted legs. That is until she grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me forward into her.

"Don't be dense, Harry." She grumbles, rubbing her knee against my thigh. "I want you to come to bed."

It's been three days since her six week appointment, but I haven't dared to mention it. My bones are aching with desire every time I look at her, but I don't want her to feel any kind of pressure if she's not ready.
Right now, however, with her legs spread in front of me and that all too familiar look in her eye, she seems ready.

I lean down so we are eye to eye, planting one hand on the leather between her thighs and one behind her.
"Are you sure?" I ask softly, looking back and forth between her bright eyes. She nods, and my focus drops to her pouty bottom lip as she bites it softly.
"I need your words, Violet," the request comes out just short of a plea, my body wound tight from the mere suggestion of what she's implying, "because I don't know how well I can keep my composure if you're saying what I think you're saying."

"So don't." She whispers hotly, her mouth just inches from mine. "Take me to bed, Harry. I'm ready."

In the next second, I'm hauling her off the bike to straddle me instead. She wraps her legs around my hips immediately and I pull her face down to meet mine. The kiss is needy and desperate, gasping moans escaping from us both as she hooks her arms around my neck. I plant my hand on the wall behind her and press her flush against it. She moans when I push my hips into her, telling her how ready I am too.

I reach between us and pull the tie of her robe loose, the silk fabric falling to either side of her body. Underneath is soft pink lace lingerie. My mouth waters at the sight of her hard nipples against the delicate fabric.