Aue rubbed his palms across the handle grips, feeling the grooves and rubber give just a bit; there was an itch under his skin now, uncomfortable and exciting, to just go. To push a machine to it's limits and send it flying. To push himself and his ride to the point of destruction, just to feel alive. America was distasteful to him normally, but suddenly it was stifling; he gripped the vulcanized rubber again and might have lost it if not for the woman's weight against his back grounding him. Tourma's hands intimate even over his sweatshirt and costume drawing his attention back to now.
Her voice had an edge to it his body responded to and the way she kept touching him - hands on chest, on hips - had the senshi clenching his jaw off and on. A bad idea... "But for now, I think it's enough." His own voice was raspy and came out with effort; it was good to be quiet and dismount the bike to stand by it and Tourmaline, but not so good to hear her saying that if she didn't have a lover, if he weren't still wearing Order, they might be ending this evening a bit differently.
"Aa, it's a shame." Aue found part of himself meaning it - but he also knew he had to go before one of them did something stupid. "For now, it's done and it's good to go back." As close to a 'by your leave' as he'd give this time, though he definitely would wait for her to tell him he could go before skipping out.
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