💚StreetPunks X Fem!StreetPunks - OneShots (TMNT AU)💚

Motorcycle Ride

An AU were the punks' parent-figure are still alive. At the top picture is Quick's motorcycle.

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When Swift stepped out of the crib that morning he fully planned to swoop by the Otomah's and surprise his girlfriend on their anniversary. He hadn't expected to be suddenly greeted by a loud rumbling noise before a shiny sapphire blue and black bike suddenly halted to a stop in front of him. The rider was a female turtle as her tight black leather protective gear hugged each and every curve of her body.

'You have a girlfriend!' Swift silently scolded himself. 'Stop drooling over the sexy mysterious rider!'

The rider reached up for her blue helmet and pulled it off before she shook out her vibrant blue long hair that flowed in the wind. Quick then turned to face him with her most radiant, sweetest, smiles that melted Swift's insides and almost made it impossible for him to stand upright without his knees giving in entirely.

'Never mind', Swift smirked at the beautiful sight, drool away.

"Hey hot stuff", Quick smirked, "Wanna ride?"

Sure, will we be making a detour to my bedroom?

Unfortunately Swift's super-witty, flirty, one-liner that was bound to induce Quick into one of her adorable flustered states got caught up in his throat and instead he unflattering choked on his saliva and tripped slightly over his feet. This only served to make Quick smirk more as the tables were obviously turned round in her favour and she was obviously going to savour every moment of this.

"I....you...wha..." He stammered incoherently as he felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment and adoration. "What the hell is THAT?!", he shouted as he pointed at the bike.

Quick raised an eyeridge at that which only made him feel incredibly stupid. It was obviously a bike but seeing Quick on top of a motorbike was not on the list of possibilities he had thought this morning. "This", Quick said smugly. "Is my birthday present from my father."

"Your father brought you a motorbike?!", Swift yelped. "What kind of father buys their daughter a motorbike?!"

"You've met my father", Quick pointed out, "Are you really that surprised?"

"No, no, I suppose not", Swift smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Your father certainly wasn't the most conventional father but then again considering how your father almost tried to kill me because I was dating his daughter?"

"Yeah", Quick mumbled sheepishly, "We got a lot better at communication since then. This has been months in the planning. I've been practising in car parks on a borrowed bike until I finally got my licence."

"*whistle* Is that illegal driving I'm hearing about?", Swift teased. "Am I dating a bad girl?~"

"You just dated one and We all have our naughty sides, Swiftie", Quick fluttered her eyelashes, "Is that all right with you or is it too hot for you to handle?"

"I thought I was the hot stuff", Swift whined mockingly. "Shouldn't I be the too hot for you to handle?"

"Pfft!", Quick snorted. "You wish!"

"I don't wish, Blueberry", Swift purred out as he stepped up close. He leaned down so their lips were mere inches away her warm breath tickled against his cheek as he heard her breath hitch for a second. "I know I am. Want me to prove it?"

His attempt for a kiss was completely blocked though when Quick suddenly pulled out a blue helmet with flaming skull prints splattered on the top, out of nowhere and shoved it over his head. "Safety first, babe" she said sweetly, "We can't have your brains splattered on the streets of New York."

"Oh I don't know", Swift grinned, "As long as I still have my looks."

He could virtually see her eyes roll at that.

"Well you can't risk anything just by standing there", Quick said, "So....Are you getting on or what?"

She didn't have to ask twice, Swift happily clambered onto the back of Quick's bike and comfortably wrapped his arms round her waist. Quick revved up the engine before she turned her head slightly to shoot him her sauciest grin.

"Hold on tight.."

Swift leaned in close as his arms tightened round her waist so they pressed together. Her shell was moulded to his plastron. "You don't have to tell me twice" he murmured huskily before he pressed his lips against her cool leather shoulder.

He smirked when he felt her shudder against him.

Quick collected herself quickly enough though and Swift jerked back in surprise when the she suddenly started to drive. The motorbike moved so fast that Swift felt like he was flying through the streets. It felt like freedom as he felt the wind brush against his skin and clothes and the sights of New York blur around him.

The best part though was that he could hold onto his baby as tightly as he desired.

It was freedom times a million.

Swift whooped excitably the entire ride with police cars chasing after them because of speed limit.

~Meanwhile Rogue tries her best to not stranggle her sister, because of almost being killed and almost being captured by policemen~

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I got this idea because of my experience riding on a motorcycle with my boy classmate and he almost got ourselves killed because he wants to show off... What on idiot. (҂⌣̀_⌣́)