Big Yellow Taxi

I'll drive slow

Rowan shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  Her eyebrows knitted together.  Her hair was twisted into a tight braid that hung down her back.  She was wearing a pair of jeans that were ripped at the knees but fitted around the ankle as Daniel had suggested.  She was also wearing a pair of sunglasses that she had borrowed from Ayla's room to protect her eyes.  Daniel's leather jacket felt good wrapped around her shoulders.  But Rowan still wasn't sure how she felt about climbing up behind him on his motorcycle.  She didn't even really like letting Eron peddle her around on the basket of his bicycle.

"S'alright," Daniel assured her, "I'll drive slow."  He held his hand out to her.  Rowan nibbled at her bottom lip as she regarded his bike like it was some sort of fire breathing dragon.  Her nervousness didn't annoy him.  Quite the opposite, it made her seem like an ordinary girl instead of some sort of fairy creature that was going to disappear the moment he closed his eyes.  

Rowan took his hand.  There was never any chance she wasn't going to take Daniel's hand when he offered it to her.  The pride he had in his motorcycle was obvious.  He had built it himself.  The fact that he wanted to share it with her made her feel warm and tingly inside.  The idea of riding it made her feel significantly less excited.  She took a deep breath and steadied herself.  Then before she could overthink it, she swung her leg over the large hunk of machinery and scooted as close as she could to the man in front of her.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted.  Daniel twisted around and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

"Just hold on tight to me," he told her.  Rowan smiled, catching his face between her palms and kissing him one more time before he turned back around to face the front of the bike.  If all she had to do was hold on to him she was pretty sure she could handle that.  

Daniel gripped the handlebars of the bike and lifted up one foot.  He stomped down on a pedal that Rowan hadn't known was there.  The metal beast between her legs sprung to life with a deafening roar.  Rowan wrapped her arms around Daniel and scooted just a fraction closer to him.  When the bike started to move she gripped in tight with her thighs, scared she might fall off despite Daniel's assurances that riding on a bike was perfectly safe.  

As they pulled down the main drive a few people that were walking to the side of the road stopped and stared.  Rowan would have waved at them if she wasn't so afraid to let go with even one of her hands.  The engine of the bike made an even louder noise as they passed by the people that were gawking at them.  Rowan realized Daniel had made the bike louder on purpose and she smiled a little into the back of his shirt.  

Rowan had a death grip on the thin fabric of his t-shirt.  And she was squeezing his hips with her legs.  Daniel had never given a girl her first motorcycle ride before.  The fact that she had put her trust in him even though she was scared made him feel good inside.  He was proud to have her on the back of his bike.  The ride over to his trailer to get his bow wasn't too far.  His only regret was that he didn't have a cent to his name.  There was a little roadside diner that wasn't too far out of the way.  They had cold beers and good burgers there.  He knew it probably wasn't really Rowan's type of place but he had the strong urge to take her on an official date.  Like that would somehow solidify that they were working towards some type of real relationship and not just hooking up after a party.  

Daniel pulled his bike into the small driveway on the side of his trailer.  He cut off the motorcycle engine and swung his leg over.  Once he was standing he took Rowan's hand to help her off.  She managed to swing her leg over but then both her legs seemed to almost buckle under her as she attempted to stand.  Daniel caught her before she crumpled to the ground and held her until she was steady on her feet.  She reached down and rubbed at the insides of her thighs, trying to return some of the feeling to her legs.  

Daniel helped her up the rickety wooden steps, forgetting his worries about what she might think about the beat up trailer he called home for the present.  She stretched her body out and danced from one foot to the other before she reached down and rubbed at the insides of her thighs again.  

"My legs hurt," she said, "is that normal?"  Daniel chewed at the skin on his thumb for a moment before he knelt down in front of her.  

"Lemme see," he told the woman.  Rowan unbuttoned her jeans, wriggling as she slid them down over her hips.  Once they were scrunched up around her knees Daniel took a look at the area of her thighs that she had been rubbing at.  He sucked in his breath as he examined the bruises that were already welling up all along the insides of both her thighs.  "Fuckin' hell," he cursed.  She had been gripping onto him and his bike so tightly with her legs that she had marked her tender pale flesh right up.  Daniel hadn't caused Rowan's injuries on purpose but he couldn't help but feel responsible for them just the same.  She looked like a r**e victim.

Rowan was looking down at him, the concern over the cause of his foul language written on her face.  Daniel smiled up at her.  "Ya were grippin' on so tight with yer legs ya bruised them up," he told her.  That made her smile and she giggled a little bit at herself.  "Got to try and relax on the way back, m'kay?"

"I'll try," she said with a small nod of her head.  She had been scared to ride Daniel's bike with him.  But it had been sort of fun.  Like riding a wild horse except faster.  The heavy vibration of the engine, having Daniel's body so close to hers, and the adrenaline that had been surging through her.  It was sexy and exciting at the same time, like the man himself.  

Daniel was still kneeling on the floor in front of her.  Rowan reached out and twined her fingers into his hair.  He looked up at her, the concerned look on his face fading as it was quickly replaced with a look of longing and desire.  He leaned forward and planted a kiss on the insides of each one of her thighs, finishing with a hot breathy kiss on the patch of silky black hair between them.  She could feel the press of his lips through her lace panties.  But it was just a gentle peck.  More like a promise of more to come later than foreplay.

As Daniel rose from the floor Rowan leaned down and tugged her jeans back up.  She hadn't really looked around the place until that moment.  Daniel's trailer looked more like a place to keep the rain off than a real home.  Rowan felt encouraged by this.  The nicer and more lived in his home was the more chance she figured there was of him not wanting to leave it.  

Ever since she had seen Daniel showing off the bike he built to the man that bought her dog the wheels in Rowan's head had started turning. Twin Oaks needed a new mechanic.  The community tended to attract artistic types.  Not people that were skilled in hard manual labor.  She wasn't ready to cross that bridge yet but she was hoping Daniel might be the one to fulfill that position.  Everything happens for a reason.  There was no such thing as coincidence.  And deep down in her heart Rowan was already starting to hope that Daniel might want to stay and make a home in her community.