Motorcycle Ride

A/N More fluff (and a bit of sensuality at the end ) for you guys whoohoo, enjoy your ride.

"Absolutely not."

   "C'mon Franziska, just a spin around the yard." Lang pleaded.

    "No means no, Lang." The female prosecutor huffed. Franziska's boyfriend, Shi-Long Lang, was trying to convince her to go on a motorcycle ride, but with much difficulty. Franziska preferred the safety of a closed-in Limousine. The though of an open-air vehicle not only scared her, but put in the question of the higher possibility of injury.

    "Please?"

    "No."

    "Pleasee?"

    "N-."

    "Puh-leaseee?"

    "No."

    "What if I give you a back massage later?"

    "..."

    "Fine."

    Being with Lang, Franziska had learned that Lang could work wonders on her with his hands. Knowing that the ride undoubtedly would cause her discomfort and stress, a massage from Lang would be the perfect way to unwind afterwards.

*NGOOOOH MY SISTER IS DATING WOLF BOY*

    "Ready 'Sis" Lang questioned, looking back at the prosecutor behind him.  Franziska nodded, not wanting to talk over the hum of the motor. With a smirk Lang kicked the stand up and sped off. The acceleration had startled Franziska, causing her to wrap her arms around Lang's waist tighter and bury her head next to his shoulder.

    "I'd appreciate it if you'd let me breathe." Lang chuckled.

    "L-Lang, how fast are we going?"

    "Oh, eight, ninety miles per hour. Why?"

    "D-do you think we could slow down a bit?"

    "Why? Don't like the feeling of the wind running through your hair?"

    "It's not that I don't, I'm just not very fond of going this fast whilst being so close to the ground."

    "I know this isn't really your thing, Franziska."

    "It's not that it's bad, I just don't feel all that safe."

    "I won't anything touch you as long as we're together." Shi-Long Lang smiled.

*NGOOOOOOOOH NEIN MEIN SISTER WITH WOLF BOY*     Even though they had been on the ground for a couple of minutes Franziska still held tightly to Lang, as she felt unsteady. Lang kissed the crown of her forehead and brought her closer.

    "I still owe you a massage."

    "As if my perfection would let me forget." Franziska teased.

*NEIN NEIN NEIN NO FLUFF NEIN*

    "Oh Langggggggggggg..." Franziska moneyed as he worked her thumbs into her shoulder blades. Lang felt a subtle blush creep onto his cheeks and he averted his gaze.

    "Franziska." Lang licked his lips dryly and swallowed.

    "What is it?" Franziska let out another small sound of approval when he hit another spot of sensitivity. Soon enough Franziska caught on to what Lang was trying to convey. She let a smirk play on her lips, "Am I affecting you in a way that makes you uncomfortable?"

    "If you wish for me to continue on you back you're going to need to lay down." Lang huffed.

    "I didn't think you were do eager to get back into bed, Lang."