*Dante is holding onto her on the back*
Lady:*over the sound of the engine* Uhh......Dante?
Dante: Yeah?
Lady: Would ya mind moving your hands down a little?
*Dante realizes how close his hands are to her chest*
Dante: Oh.....OH! Hahahah.....sorry.
*Moves his hands down, a little too far*
Lady: -_- *sighs loudly*
Dante: What's the matter? Something wrong?
Lady: Dante......your hands....
Dante: What's that ab-.....OOOOHH!
*Dante finally puts his hands in a reasonable place*
Lady: Thank you...
Dante: *Ahem*...uhhh.....I got a kinda strange question for you.
Lady: Uhhh...alright, shoot.
Dante: How concentrated are you on driving this thing?
Lady:...Well....I guess I'm pretty concentrated.....to be honest, just talking to you is a little distracting.
Dante: Oh, no it's okay, it's okay.....so, if you were, say, uncomfortable, you'd just wait until you got where you were going to do something about it?
Lady:...........yeah.
*Dante suddenly moves his hands directly over her bewbs, he squeezes a little*
Lady:.........
*she elbows Dante in the face sending him spiraling off of the motorcycle and crashing into the road*
Lady: YOU'RE WALKING BACK!!! AND WHEN YOU GET THERE, I'M KICKING YOUR ASS!!!!!
*Dante gets up gingerly, brushes dust off self and staggers*
Dante: Totally worth it
This is a story dump; I wrote it a looooooooooooong time ago.
