On Motorcycles

Rikku loves motorcycles. When they all have to ride the weird motorcycle-things to Macalania, she jumped on the chance. Literally, actually. Jumped on the motorcycle, too. It is just a coincidence that Lulu chooses to wait up behind and ride with Rikku, presumably so they don't put too much weight on the cliff or somesuch thing. Who cares? Because Rikku is practically floating out of her seat at the thought of... Lulu, touching her.

In fact, Lulu isn't just touching Rikku. Lulu has her arms wrapped around Rikku's waist, holding on tight. Rikku can feel Lulu's warm breath on the back of her neck, feel Lulu's soft breasts pressed against her shoulder blades.

And Rikku would be lying if she said it didn't affect her. Whenever Lulu's hands brush against the bare skin of Rikku's belly, Rikku's whole body quivers.

And now Rikku notices the rattling, shaking of the motorcycle. It buzzes right up to that spot between her legs which is, coincidentally, where Lulu has her pressed flush against the front of the motorcycle.

When they go over a hole, Rikku squeaks. The pressure between her legs is building, along with a sticky warm throbbing that makes her legs want to jerk and her hips want to rock. But she can't do that, because then they'll just rocket off the edge of the cliff and end up... well, dead.

But apparently Lulu notices the way Rikku is shivering. "Are you cold?" Her arms tighten around Rikku's waist.

"I'm fine," Rikku mumbles, squirming a bit as she throbs between the legs, almost in Sunca code. She'd transcribe the message, except, well, she's a bit distracted. What with the gorgeous woman at her back and the vibrating rumble under her, and the fact that she has to keep them from plunging over a cliff. But hey, if she shifts just right, she grinds that spot in ways that are... very nice.

"You're shivering," Lulu says, moving in closer in an attempt to share her furnace-hot body heat.

"I'm fine," Rikku repeats, her voice sounding a bit strained to her own ears.
Lulu puts her chin on Rikku's shoulder, her arms holding tightly to Rikku's middle. "You're very talented at maneuvering this thing." Lulu's voice is husky and hot in Rikku's ear, making Rikku's whole body shudder, as if she were hit with a thundaga.

"Thanks," Rikku mumbles, trying not to grind her hips into the front of the motorcycle. Because if she does that, Lulu will notice that Rikku is all... bothered, and then Rikku will just have to kill herself to save herself from the embarrassment. Or possibly move to the middle of nowhere. Either worked, really.

Lulu scoots closer, so that Rikku is practically plastered against the motorcycle. Her arms tighten around Rikku's middle, the tops of them brushing the bottoms of Rikku's breasts, making Rikku much more... bothered. "How long have you been working with machina?"

"Um..." Rikku swallows, dry mouthed. "My whole life."

"Really?" Lulu smiles, and Rikku can feel Lulu's lips against her cheek. "So I'm in capable hands."

No, but I'd like you to be, Rikku thinks. Then tries to unthink it, because she might end up saying it, with her luck. "Yeah," Rikku says. "I could probably drive one of these in my sleep." Okay, a bit of a boast, but who doesn't want to show off in front of their crush?

"Good to know," Lulu chuckles. "Nevertheless, I still feel safer holding on to you."

Another swallow. Then Rikku actually whines. Gravel. Why the hell is there gravel? And she can't get off, or change. She knows what gravel does, from previous experiences. And it looks like three miles, at least. It was snow. So why the hell was there gravel? But then again, she can't ponder on the "why", just the fact that she has to drive across it.

"Will we be able to cross that?" Lulu doesn't actually sound nervous, but Rikku can feel her shaking, just a bit, holding tighter.

"We'll be... fine," Rikku says weakly. It'll be just fine for Lulu. She's sitting sidesaddle, so no way for her to deal with crazy vibrations. Rikku is going to get every bone rattling buzz right... right where she needs it the least. Well, the most, too, but now. She doesn't need to get any stickier or wetter down there, doesn't need more fire blooming at the root of her belly.

When they start crossing the gravel, Rikku shudders. She can't help it. The shuddery-shaking goes right to that spot, and she has to hold on tight so she doesn't let go of the handles and have 'em crash into the ravine.

Lulu isn't helping. She breathes hot in Rikku's ear, holding tight. She shifts, too, probably to keep her balance. But every time Lulu shifts, it pushes Rikku as well, and if Rikku doesn't start moving her hips soon, she will go crazy.

Rikku begins to rock her hips, slowly. To help her keep her balance, obviously. Anyway, it isn't like Lulu can tell. What does Lulu know from riding motorcycles? For all Lulu knows, this is the standard for riding over rough terrain. And when Rikku shifts her hips like so and her upper body like such, enough so that the fabric of her shirt rubs against her nipples. She feels the rumble-rattle jingle-jangle up her spine, until she has to stop the motorcycle. She won't drive when her whole self is concentrated on the icy-tingly-yummy pleasure spreading throughout. She convulses against the motorcycle, and against Lulu. At least she manages to keep down any embarrassing noises, although she feels thick, viscous fluid soak through her panties, onto her shorts. She has a stain. Joy. She'll worry about it when her bones solidify.

"Rikku, is something wrong?" Lulu sounds concerned. "Why have we stopped?"

"Engine," Rikku mumbles. She feels all shaky, and she actually leans back against Lulu. She'll risk incineration at the moment. "Engine needs to cool down."

"So I see," Lulu murmurs. She hugs Rikku close against her soft, warm, furry front.

"It happens, with younger vehicles," Rikku says, luxuriating in the closeness.

"Indeed," Lulu says. "I remember."

"Remember?" Rikku says fuzzily. What does Lulu know from machina?

Lulu reaches forward, down, down, down, to the place where Rikku is soggy and warm. "I was young, once," She murmurs into Rikku's ear, then kisses Rikku's temple.

"Um..." Rikku would be embarrassed, if not for the fact that she's exhausted in a happy-temporary type of way. She'd make excuses, except, again, exhaustion. So instead, she shivers and blushes.

"Come to my room tonight," Lulu tells Rikku's temple.

"'kay," Rikku says, vaguely stunned. So Lulu wants to...? She shoots a glance over her shoulder, to look at Lulu.

Lulu takes Rikku's chin in hand and kisses her gently. "Come on. We're keeping the others waiting."