[He knows what's going to happen. She is 100% sure he knows, and so she bites her tongue. He already seated on the motorcycle, giving it a bit of a shift since it looks like he's trying to get comfortable.
Yeah, it can hold your weight and size, Napoleon, she's sure...maybe it's a bit smaller than his horse and a large bike but...
She sure wishes that it was his horse, now.
ALSO HE'S JUST MAKING THIS WORSE.
FINE, if this is how he wants to play, she's going to show him! Except it's the only way to ride the bike, so there's no way she's showing him.
So she goes over, sliding herself between his legs before she crosses her leg across the seat and...effectively, tucks herself between his legs. She's tiny enough to slot herself into this space with relative ease, that she fits against his body annoyingly well.]
Since I am driving...yes. And you'd have to...hold on tight.
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Yeah, it can hold your weight and size, Napoleon, she's sure...maybe it's a bit smaller than his horse and a large bike but...
She sure wishes that it was his horse, now.
ALSO HE'S JUST MAKING THIS WORSE.
FINE, if this is how he wants to play, she's going to show him! Except it's the only way to ride the bike, so there's no way she's showing him.
So she goes over, sliding herself between his legs before she crosses her leg across the seat and...effectively, tucks herself between his legs. She's tiny enough to slot herself into this space with relative ease, that she fits against his body annoyingly well.]
Since I am driving...yes. And you'd have to...hold on tight.
[Help.]