Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

36 | Saint

If I tie her up, she won't be able to take her—

"Shit," Saint cursed as he sat up straighter.

That's fucked up. You won't be doing that anytime soon. Relax.

He chastised himself as he allowed his hands to run over her form after lifting her visor. The twisted thought was derived directly from how badly he hoped to start a family with her one day, but he could and would never purposefully offset her life like that.

The only problem was that a little part of his mind wouldn't mind if it happened sooner rather than later.

Not purposefully like his intrusive thought suggested, but accidentally.

An innocent little accident.

However, there was nothing innocent about the way he tested his luck by pushing his mess back inside her.

Every time.

A fluke would be exciting, that's all... only if she didn't mind.

Saint's body felt weak as he stared at the live art piece decorating his motorcycle. Leaving her fingerprint smudges on the paint coat, and traces of her and him combined where she sat.

I never want to wash my bike again.

"You're crazy," her quiet voice informed him through the speaker next to his ear.

"I didn't say anything."

"Mhm, but I bet your head is real loud right now, and some of it probably sounds good to you."

"...Yeah," he sighed.

Saint shook his head and pulled his helmet off. Assisting with hers next, he swiftly undid the strap under her chin and carefully lifted the helmet from her head.

Another sigh paired with profanity was released as he looked at her, feeling like he wasn't getting enough oxygen to his head. His eyes closed as her hand rose to his head and ran through his hair, bringing volume back to the flattened strands.

Cerise's touch went to his face, her pinky pressing under his jaw as the rest of her fingers splayed across his cheek. His eyes opened again and he grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it before leaning in to peck her full lips. A peck turned to a smooch, and then a smooch turned into a deep kiss that left them both breathless again once he pulled away.

"Gorgeous," he muttered, wetting his thumb and finally wiping the streaks of himself off her face, "This part wasn't planned. You okay?"

"Mhm," she agreed softly, and he could feel her gaze on his face the whole time until he was wiping the last traces from her chin.

"How'd I do?" Saint asked lightly, still referring to their freestyle roleplay.

"Ten outta ten," she smiled with a blush, "My only complaint is that I didn't get to try the hookah."

"We'll go back," he chuckled at her, squeezing her waist briefly.

They spent a moment allowing their breaths to even out in silence. Saint, under her close supervision, mapped out every detail of her exposed brown skin with his fingerprints. And as he did so, he could see the gears in her head begin to turn before his eyes.

It appeared like Cerise quickly submerged deep in thought, her eyes now following his hands instead of connecting with his as he couldn't part his gaze away from her.

He didn't comment on the way she still fluttered around him or the minuscule shakes of her head as she thought to herself, opting to admire her until her eyes eventually floated back to his.