Anthony couldn't see the tinge of blush staining Aziraphale's cheeks as he complied, wrapping his arms around Anthony's thin middle and holding on for dear life. "Perhaps not made of china, but--" An absolute beanpole.
Merging into traffic on the busy city streets was nerve wracking. Aziraphale did not like that part at all. There were too many variables--cars, bicycles, pedestrians--but once they had moved to the freeway, the motor shifted gears, the evening air cut through his button up and coat, and it felt like flying. Or rather, it felt like flying ought to feel, if not for the need of planes. I might die on this thing slowly morphed into I should have done this sooner.
He rather missed the rumble when it stopped and it took him a moment to collect himself before answering. "Yes, yes, still present and accounted for." He gave Anthony's side an embarrassed, friendly pat and released him, swinging his leg back over the bike to dismount. His face felt like it was on fire. Maybe he was motion sick. One overheated when that happened, right?
And, to his utter mortification, as he was straightening out his clothes from the ride, he was compelled to add: "That was invigorating--exciting. I think I might have enjoyed that. Fairly certain I saw my life flash before my eyes, but--" The storefront proved a nice distraction. "OH, how lovely! It looks positively quaint."
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Anthony couldn't see the tinge of blush staining Aziraphale's cheeks as he complied, wrapping his arms around Anthony's thin middle and holding on for dear life. "Perhaps not made of china, but--" An absolute beanpole.
Merging into traffic on the busy city streets was nerve wracking. Aziraphale did not like that part at all. There were too many variables--cars, bicycles, pedestrians--but once they had moved to the freeway, the motor shifted gears, the evening air cut through his button up and coat, and it felt like flying. Or rather, it felt like flying ought to feel, if not for the need of planes. I might die on this thing slowly morphed into I should have done this sooner.
He rather missed the rumble when it stopped and it took him a moment to collect himself before answering. "Yes, yes, still present and accounted for." He gave Anthony's side an embarrassed, friendly pat and released him, swinging his leg back over the bike to dismount. His face felt like it was on fire. Maybe he was motion sick. One overheated when that happened, right?
And, to his utter mortification, as he was straightening out his clothes from the ride, he was compelled to add: "That was invigorating--exciting. I think I might have enjoyed that. Fairly certain I saw my life flash before my eyes, but--" The storefront proved a nice distraction. "OH, how lovely! It looks positively quaint."