Cisco was a bit lightheaded when their kiss broke, stumbling behind the woman as she pulled him back to the bike. Wow. Was all he could think, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He took the helmet and shoved it over his head. He waited for her to get on before he even attempted to get on.
Helena smiled at him when he obediently followed her instruction and effortlessly straddled motorcycle before reaching back and tugging on Cisco’s hand to let him know that he could get on behind her now. “C’mere and hold on tight,” she purred, caressing his palm with her thumb.
Cisco copied how the other was straddling the cycle and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Like this?” He said, muffled through the helmet. What the actual hell am I doing on a motorcycle?!? He yelled in his mind.
Cisco backup 