As I lean heavily against the pole, Christian puts his hand into his pocket and pulls it out a second later, he glances at me as he tosses something through the air. I gasp as I quickly throw my hands out to catch whatever it is, and when it lands perfectly in my palms I feel the blood drain from my face. My eyes snap up to Christian's face as I cry, "Your keys!"

Christian grins. "Yup, my keys. Helmet up, Beau, I'm teaching you how to ride."

My face has completely blanched of all it's color, and I furiously shake my head as I cry, "No! No way, am I driving that bike!"

Christian frowns and slowly steps toward me, he holds his hands out and carefully clasps my cheeks as he asks, "Beau, why are you so afraid of riding my bike? I know it looks scary and intimidating, but you'll feel free. Please, just try, for me?"

My hands are shaking, and I can barely meet Christian's gaze as I mumble, "Will you be there beside me?"

"Every second," Christian softly mutters.

I squeeze my eyes closed and draw in a deep breath, as I think, The things I'll do for you.... I slowly exhale and open my eyes as I reply, "Okay, I'll drive your damn bike."

Christian chuckles, and he beams down at me as he kisses my forehead and squeezes my hand. He gently tosses his arm over my shoulders as he guides me back to the bike. I drag my feet forward, yet despite my efforts to delay the inevitable, we reach the bike in mere minutes.

Christian's bike is beautiful, he put so much love into the mighty machine when he brought it back to life. Every detail from the shinny red paint job, to the worn leather seating is done with care. The bike is undeniable stunning, but as I stand before it now and force myself to climb on, my admiration melts away and all I see is a red monster to match my blood after I've crashed. Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but when I turn the key over and the engine roars to life, fear and nerves immediately seize me.

My grip is tight and my arms are ridge as I clutch at the handle bars. I can hear Christian telling me I need to relax, and even his touch when he tries to ease my fears away isn't enough to snap me out of my dark musings. I just continue to stare straight ahead, scared beyond words. Then I feel Christian's warmth behind me, enveloping me as his chest leans into my back and his arms slide over mine and gently fold over my hands. The haze lifts enough for me to enjoy the solid warmth of Christian's chest against my back, and I sigh contentedly as I lean into him and one of his hands dances back up my arm before gently turning my chin to the side.

He kisses me at the hollow below my ear, and his nose skims along my jaw as he softly whispers, "Will you feel safer if I sit behind you? I can take over if you feel uncomfortable, so you don't feel so pressured and afraid as if you were by yourself. But I want you to be in charge for as long as your comfortable, Beau, until you need me I'm not here. How does that sound?"

I gulp and hoarsely reply, "M-M-Much better."

Christian sighs, and slowly releases his grip from around my hands to rest his on the outside of mine. "Okay then, slowly ease off the brake and gently twist the throttle."

"O-Okay," I whisper as I carefully do exactly what Christian tells me. The bikes purr grows louder, and my nerves spike again, but Christian's gentle voice when he touches his lips to my ear melts it all away and like a reflex, I ease down on the gas and the wind is suddenly whooshing pass my face and stinging my eyes. I gasp when I realize we're moving, and Christian tells me to keep the bike steady.

I manage by some miracle to keep us upright and safely out of the path of trees, and when I've had enough taste of adrenaline I gently pump the brakes before we're rolling to a stop. My hands are still shaking and my cheeks are burning and my whole body feels numb. It's excitement though and I'm proud because I put my faith into Christian and believed he'd keep me safe, and now I'm beaming and shaking with pure joy because I did the one thing I never in a million years dreamed of trying.

When the bike is steady beneath us, I exuberantly jump off and throw my arms around Christian's neck as I cry, "Thank you! Thank you so much
for—-"

Christian cuts off my thanks with a kiss, and I gasp in surprise before slowly kissing him back. His fingers slip into my hair, and he holds me close as his lips remain hesitate on mine as he softly whispers, "You don't need to thank me, I just helped you believe you could do something I not once doubted you capable of accomplishing. You just needed to believe in yourself, Beau. You're so much stronger than you think, stop always doubting yourself."

A small tugs at my lips, and I slowly lift my hands up to lay them over Christian's as I quietly reply, "But I'm braver when I'm with you, I feel like I can do anything . . ."

"I believe you're just as brave without me," Christian softly replies.

I lightly laugh and kiss the corner of his mouth, and mutter, "Let's not test that theory."

Christian chuckles too and one of his hands falls to rest on the back of my neck, he tugs me closer as he breathes, "Don't worry, I could never leave you."

My smile grows as I lean in to close the distance between our lips, and my arms snake around his neck as I test my grower desires. Christian is still sitting on his bike, so the angle we're kissing in is difficult to work with, and at the same time dangerous. His leg is pressed in between us, and when he unconsciously moves it his upper thigh rubs too closely against a certain area and it sparks an unexplored and unfed hunger within me.

Christian makes me bold, and most of the time for my own good, but this new boldness I feel stirring inside me is almost predatory. I gasp at the intensity of my want, as my fingers wind themselves in the collar of Christian's shirt and I tug him off the bike. He follows me willingly enough as I lead us towards the slide, and together we climb to the top and settle in the castle-like dome at the top.

My hands are back around Christian's neck and twisting through the strands of hair at the nape of his neck; while Christian's hands find my waist and gently pin my back against the wall of the castle. And even more daringly, he lets the tips of his fingers bunch the end of my shirt to lightly run them over the skin just above my waist band. We don't let it go any further though, I just wanted to seek out a quiet and secluded area to be alone and indulge myself in the heavenly taste of Christian's mouth against my own.

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A/N: Ooh! 😊 Beau has conquered another fear! I'm so proud of him! 😄

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