Drabble # 9
Title: Cockiness At Its Finest
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Kiray
Prompt: Motorcycle
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It was a speed machine and it caught her eye quicker then a anything she’d ever encountered.
There was no way she could stop herself from staring. Her hand was clasped causing her to pry her eyes off the chrome shine that the motorcycle gave off.
“Fllay you’re staring…” Kira chided blushing.
“Can you really blame me? Look at it!” her voice echoed in delight.
“They’re dangerous though Fllay…” He tried reasoning slightly unimpressed with the machine.
“Oh, Kira, who cares if it’s dangerous? Just look at it! It’s a speed machine” she squealed excitingly.
“Would the pretty girl like a ride” the male called out to her grinningly.
Kira’s grip upon her hand tightened, “Fllay I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He whispered.
“Oh, please Kira! Please!” She begged anxiousness in her voice.
“Why do you wanna ride it~?” he looked at her displeasingly.
“Kira I may never get to ride one ever again! We both know it’s not your style to have a motorcycle” she whispered back him feeling the motorcyclist’s eyes on her.
“What’s the problem? It is just a ride after all.” The male raised an eye brow almost as if baiting Kira.
Kira’s eyes fixated themselves onto him his voice loud enough for the male to hear, “Even so Fllay, why would you wanna ride some motorcycle? I can always take you for a ride in the Strike, which is far more powerful, and faster then any motorcycle.” His voice was laced with cocky appeal.
Fllay’s mouth dropped into an “o” her mind ticked like clock work, “R-really?! You’ll let me ride with you in the Strike?” She was now far more interested in what Kira had been offering them some simple motorcycle.
“Of course.” He kissed her cheek lovingly pulling her behind him as they walked away. The male body language screamed rejection.
Fllay hugged his arm looking at him as they walked, “You really, really promise!?” He voice radiated excitement.
“I told you already, of course.” He smiled at her, and his ego boosted.