By the time we pick up speed on the road, conversation becomes nearly impossible. All you can hear is the wind rushing past your ears and the thrum of the wheel hitting the road. There's a thrill to it that goes beyond what you get in the cockpit of a ship. In space, the awe comes from everything being completely out of reach — the pervasive silence combined with a sudden realization of our place in the world, insignificant at best.
Here, everything matters. You change the very feel of the road. Everything could change in the blink of an eye.
When I kill the engine of the bike, parking it in the alley by my building, I can feel my blood thrumming through my fingertips. Glancing over my shoulder, I help Harley remove the helmet, letting it hang unceremoniously from one of the handlebars as I dismount and grab his shirt.
"I guess this Harley's one I'm allowed to touch, though," I murmur, leaning in for another kiss, this one slow and coaxing, punctuated by the brush of my finger along his jaw.
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Date: 2015-02-01 06:59 pm (UTC)Here, everything matters. You change the very feel of the road. Everything could change in the blink of an eye.
When I kill the engine of the bike, parking it in the alley by my building, I can feel my blood thrumming through my fingertips. Glancing over my shoulder, I help Harley remove the helmet, letting it hang unceremoniously from one of the handlebars as I dismount and grab his shirt.
"I guess this Harley's one I'm allowed to touch, though," I murmur, leaning in for another kiss, this one slow and coaxing, punctuated by the brush of my finger along his jaw.