EUPHORIA

helmet help

Damian was already sitting on his bike, his helmet securely fastened, and his focus shifted to slipping on his gloves. The engine of the motorcycle hummed to life, the low growl reverberating through the parking lot. He was ready to go, his posture composed, waiting for Raven to finish preparing.

Raven stood beside him, struggling with her helmet. She tugged at the chin strap, trying to tighten it, but every time she made an adjustment, it seemed to slip out of place. Frustration crept onto her face as she pulled at it again, but it didn’t seem to cooperate.

With both of them wearing helmets, communication wasn’t easy. She huffed in exasperation, glancing over at him, hoping he might notice. But Damian was absorbed in adjusting his gloves, preparing for the ride.

After a moment of struggling with the strap, she tapped her fingers against her helmet in frustration, the metallic sound echoing in the stillness. She glanced over at him again, and this time, her eyes narrowed slightly. Raven raised her hand, pointed at Damian, and then at her helmet, circling her finger to signal that she needed help. It was subtle, but the meaning was clear.

Damian noticed the gesture immediately. His eyes flicked from her face to her helmet. Without a word, he dismounted from his bike smoothly, his gloves still in hand, and walked over to her. There was no need for further explanation—they both knew what to do.

Raven stood still as he approached, not needing to say anything else. With practiced hands, Damian carefully adjusted her helmet, making sure the chin strap was securely in place. His fingers were gentle but efficient, making sure everything was snug. Once he had it in place, he gave the helmet a slight, playful wiggle to make sure it fit properly.

Raven tilted her head slightly, feeling the helmet settle into place with ease. A small, appreciative smile tugged at her lips under the visor as she gave him a subtle nod. He responded with a single nod of approval, then moved back to his bike, effortlessly climbing back onto it.

Raven followed suit, mounting the bike behind him, her arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. She pressed herself against his back, feeling the warmth of him through the layers of their clothing. She adjusted her position slightly, getting comfortable, before leaning in a little more, the steady rhythm of the engine beneath them reassuring.

Damian started the bike again, the engine roaring to life once more. His hands gripped the handlebars firmly, and with a final glance to check that Raven was secure, he kicked the bike into gear. The two of them sped off into the night, the wind rushing around them, leaving the city lights behind. The road ahead was open and endless, but in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the quiet bond between them. A bond that didn’t need words.

As they cruised down the road, Raven's playful mood didn’t fade. The wind ruffled her hair under the helmet, and she couldn't help but feel carefree in the moment. Without saying a word, she shifted her body slightly, leaning forward and pressing her chest against Damian’s back, her arms still securely wrapped around his waist. She felt the warmth of his body seep into hers, and it was grounding in a way that made the world outside feel less important.

For a moment, Damian’s body stiffened as she leaned against him, the weight of her pressing against his back. But then he relaxed, feeling the natural rhythm between them fall into place. The subtle shift in her body, the way she clung to him without hesitation, made him feel a strange sense of ease. There was a comfort in the simple act of sharing space with her like this, a closeness that spoke volumes without needing words.

He could feel her breath lightly against his back, and he wasn’t sure if it was the quiet night or the fact that she felt so at ease next to him, but it made him feel good. He didn’t realize how much he needed the connection—how it anchored him. The warmth of her presence reminded him that he didn’t have to carry everything on his own.

Damian didn’t adjust his position, but he allowed himself to take in the moment for just a little longer. The usual guardedness he carried with him, the instinct to stay distant, seemed unnecessary now. With Raven, it was different. There was no need to hold back. She fit against him like she always had, with a quiet, steady comfort he couldn’t quite explain.

As the road stretched on, the city lights far behind them, the only thing he cared about in that moment was Raven, leaning against him, making everything feel right.