Fall Into Me

.XI.

It wasn't often that Minerva looked out over the courtyard, especially considering her wing faced the mountain lake around the back of the castle, however, she was very glad she had taken a detour that morning.

Leaning against the guard rail, her eyes were drawn to the motorbike that gracefully came down from the front gates. The engine was purring as it coasted around the huge fountain, and then came to a slow stop just in front.

The rider - Mona - had leathers on, and they hugged her body ever so nicely. By no means were they skintight, but they were tight enough that Minerva could see her soft curves.

Mona hopped off, movements elegant and smooth, unlike anything else she did. Hands pulled the black helmet off, and she shook out her shaggy blue hair, tucking the helmet under her arm.

From where she was leaning, Minerva could see a small handful of maids that had stopped their chores, watching Mona in fascination.

"Hey!"

Minerva's attention went back to Mona, who was waving up at her, leaning against the bike now.

"Come down!"

Minerva moved away from the guard rail, taking the quickest route to the front door. There were many different ways to get there, but this time she took the servants passage, which was a stairwell directly down to the spot below where she'd been standing.

"That was quick," Mona commented, and Minerva shrugged slightly.

"Where did you go?" Minerva asked it as nonchalantly as she could, trying to hide her disappointment at having awoken to an empty bed. Mona didn't spend every night with her, but the nights she did, Minerva slept better, rarely waking up and finding herself fully rested. It was also nice to wake up to someone next to her again, someone who wanted to be next to her.

"Get the bike serviced," Mona gestured to the machine behind her, "can't put you on it if it's dangerous."

All at once, Minerva remembered the deal they'd made at Esmé's, hiding her trepidation with a slow nod.

"And when do you want to do this?"

"You busy now?"

"No," Minerva muttered, sighing softly.

"Sweet," Mona went into a hidden compartment, pulling out neatly folded leathers. "Go put these on."

Minerva took them skeptically, giving Mona a quick up and down glance and then gesturing to herself.

"These won't fit me."

"They will. I had them made for you."

Minerva couldn't hide her surprise, which softened the look on Mona's face.

"I told you, beautiful, you're gonna get things now. You ain't getting hand me downs. Go and change and meet me back here."

Turning, Minerva went back inside, once again slipping through the servants passages to get to a private bathroom. As she changed, she bit down in her nerves. Never had she been on a motorbike, it hadn't interested her in the slightest. But a deal was a deal, and Minerva wasn't one to back out on a deal.

To her surprise, the leathers weren't snug to her body, giving enough room for her to move comfortably. Even the chest section wasn't so tight she couldn't breathe.

Leaving, she came back outside to see the maids once again watching Mona, who was leaning against the bike and waiting.

"and these," she handed Minerva a pair of thick leather riding gloves, which she slipped on. "And this," she handed her a black helmet. "It's got a mic and speaker in it, so we can talk to each other."