Storm riders

Chapter One: The Rainy Ride

Hello guys am Yuna before I start the FF I wanna to say this one is not mine and it is for a girl name for Ashley so enjoy the FF bye

The night was cloudy, casting a soft grey haze over the landscape as Konan and Johan sped down the winding road on their motorcycles. Their engines roared in harmony, a symphony of speed and freedom. They were deeply in love, connected not just by their passion for riding but by the unspoken bond they shared.

Konan felt the first few drops of rain on her face and glanced over at Johan. His helmeted head turned slightly towards her, and he lifted his hand in a signal she knew well. They needed to find shelter, and fast. She nodded, her eyes catching the flicker of amusement in his. Johan always found a way to make even the most mundane situations fun.

A few miles ahead, a neon sign flickered in the distance-a motel. Johan pointed towards it, and Konan followed his lead, the rain now pouring down in torrents. They pulled into the gravel parking lot, the sound of their bikes muffled by the steady downpour.

Drenched but laughing, they dashed inside. The motel lobby was small and quaint, with faded floral wallpaper and a cozy fireplace crackling in the corner. Johan shook his head like a dog, water droplets flying everywhere. Konan shrieked, playfully swatting at him.

"Johan, you're such a dork!" she giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He grinned, his boyish charm on full display. "Well, you love this dork," he teased, pulling her into a warm, wet hug.

They checked in and headed to their room, their laughter echoing through the empty hallways. Once inside, Konan kicked off her soggy boots and flopped onto the bed. Johan rummaged through his backpack, producing a couple of energy bars and a bottle of water.

"Dinner is served, m'lady," he announced with a mock bow.

Konan rolled her eyes but took an energy bar, unwrapping it with a grin. "Why, thank you, kind sir. I always dreamed of a gourmet meal in a roadside motel."

They settled onto the bed, munching on their impromptu dinner. The rain drummed steadily against the window, a soothing backdrop to their conversation. They talked about everything and nothing-reminiscing about past rides, teasing each other about silly quirks, and planning future adventures.

Johan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, we could sneak into the pool. I bet it's closed because of the rain, but we could have it all to ourselves."

Konan's eyes widened with excitement. "You're on, but only if you promise not to splash me."

"No promises," Johan laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.

Hand in hand, they ran through the empty halls, their laughter mingling with the sound of the rain. The pool area was deserted, just as Johan had predicted. They slipped in quietly, the water warm against their cool skin.

True to his nature, Johan immediately started splashing her, and Konan shrieked in delight, retaliating with playful splashes of her own. They swam and played like kids, their joy palpable in the air.

After a while, they settled on the pool's edge, feet dangling in the water, leaning into each other. The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle, and the world felt hushed and magical.

Johan wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Even on a rainy night, with no clear skies, and a soggy motel, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here with you."

Konan smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Same here, Johan. Same here."

As the rain fell softly around them, they knew that no matter where the road took them next, they would face it together, side by side.