User blog:Gremoria/WWYD Re: Need a Ride?

 A response to user AllHandsOnDik's WWYD Scenario: Need a ride? 

Author's Note: Wrote a bit of a shorter one, thought this was cute. Not my best work I'll admit, but, that would be too spicy for this wiki. Hope you enjoy.

Before I was given a chance to answer, the two of us could hear the low rumble of thunder overhead. As I looked up into the sky, I saw dark clouds coming in and they were coming in fast. Then I looked to Chionele, who only just a moment ago was completely flustered, suddenly seized my hand and pulled me toward her. At that moment, I didn’t even hesitate and tried to hoist myself onto her back but soon found myself sliding off and landing on the concrete beneath me.

Chionele couldn’t help but laugh as she knelt, reaching her hand out for mine and helping me to my feet.

“Never rode before?” she teased, remaining knelt for longer still, “Here, get on and hurry, that storm looks like it’s coming in fast.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I would say, carefully seating myself on her back.

Quickly realizing that this was not how I imagined riding a horse would turn out, I wrapped my arms around her waist, hearing her groan as she suddenly stood up, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Loosen up there, Romeo!” she said.

We took off shortly after, although I lived quite a distance from our school, thankfully we had visited enough due to projects and studying enough that she remembered where I lived. Despite how fast we were moving, the two of us were caught in the downpour and by the time we arrived at my place, we were both completely soaked, thunder roaring overhead. I slid off Chionele’s back and not even thinking about it, took her by the hand and led her through the front gate. By the time we arrived, she was panting heavily for having to run so fast.

The house I lived in was a small house in the suburbs, complete with a small garden area. I scrambled for my house key, unlocked the door and led her inside. I wasn’t about to have her run home in this. I quickly kicked off my shoes and left them by the front door before calling out for my parents.

“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” I called out, but got no response, “Huh, they must still be at w-“ I paused, seeing that Chionele was shivering, her long, strawberry blonde soaked much like the rest of her clothing, “Oh Nell, I am sorry to have got you caught up in this crap, let me… get a towel.”

She nodded and I scrambled toward the linen closet just down the hallway, one towel wasn’t going to be anywhere near enough, so I grabbed whatever I could from a small stack, bringing them back out to her and helping her over toward the middle of the living room. The two of us worked frantically, to get her dry, she worked on her hair and I helped her with her legs and tail. The fact that she was wearing a white button-up blouse did her no favors, as I could see the black bra she wore which held up her sizable bosom. I forced myself to cough to get myself to look down at the carpet, which, was also soaked from the two of us dripping rainwater. After a bit, we had gotten sufficiently dry, well, save for our clothes. I looked up through the skylight in the living room, the storm showed no signs of letting up any time soon, I groaned audibly.

“I can’t let you go back out in this shit.” I would say, “But it’s also my fault you’re stuck here.”

“I-it’s ok-k-kay, really…” Chionele chattered a little, “It was w-worth it, t-to g-g-get you home safe…”

“Nell.” I sighed, “You’ve caught a cold because of me.”

“Oh don’t b-be so melodramatic, I’m made of sterner stuff than that and y-you know it!” she retorted with a smirk before reaching up for my cheek, “I hate to ask you this, but… do you have something I could wear, at least until my clothes dry?”

I saw her face go from pale to completely red in mere moments after she asked that.

Flustered myself, I answered “I… can see if I have something.”

I would head to my room, not just to change into some dry clothing myself, but to find something, anything that would possibly fit her. In my closet hung a bathrobe that I only really wore on the weekends, maybe that would work for the time being. I returned to her, handing her my bathrobe before leaving her to change. Chionele called me once she was done, collecting our clothes I would throw them in the dryer, turning up the heat on the thermostat before returning to her.

While we waited for the dryer to finish, I got a call from my parents, apparently the storm was flooding the streets so they would be late getting home. After I told them what happened with my missing the bus and Chionele giving me a ride home, I asked if she could stick around until the weather cleared up, thankfully they agreed. The two of us decided to start on our homework, both of us having a few of the same classes, we managed to help each other out as we always did. In the middle of finishing our comprehension homework, Chionele suddenly spoke up.

“What do you think of me?” she would ask.

The lead on my pencil snapped as I dug it into the paper, surprised at her question.

“I-I… well… Nell, I think you’re great!” I would chuckle a little.

Chionele returned with an awkward chuckle before looking up from her paper, setting down her pencil and reaching for my hands.

“I’m serious.” She blurted, “What do you think of me, as a girl?”

“You’re pretty, you’re nice…” I answered in a flurry, before I felt her finger press to my lips.

“You know I like you right?” she asked, “I have for a while.”

I blinked at this, “W-w… L-like, li-“

“Yes, like that…” she pouted, puffing out her cheeks in the adorable manner she always did when she never got her way, something I thought was cute about her, “…you know, when a centaur lets a men ride on her back means right?”

I shook my head, even with as long as I had known Chionele, the fact that she was a centaur never really mattered to me. She was a beautiful girl who was my best friend for as long as I can remember, she was the closest thing to a girlfriend I’ve ever had, minus the displays of affection, naturally. Still, I don’t think my answer made her very happy, with a huff, I felt her hands cup my cheeks, bringing her face at level with my own, her lovely green eyes locked upon my own.

“Here, allow me to spell it out for you!” and through her huff, I felt her lips press hard against mine.

My eyes widened a little, but somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away and eventually I soon reciprocated by pressing my lips back into hers, which seemed to surprise her as she squealed. Soon we were laying on the carpet, hands beginning to explore one another. I wish this moment could have lasted, but alas, we both shot up at the sound of a garage door opening, one or both of my parents were home.

“OH SHIT!” we both yelled out, redressing frantically, straightening out our disheveled hair and returning to doing our homework as if nothing ever happened.

My dad entered the living room, somehow, I felt like he suspected what had happened only moments before, but somehow never really said anything to me about it. Once we were finished, got her clothes from the dryer, Chionele thanked me for allowing her to stick around during the storm and she left.

My mom eventually came home as well, we all had dinner, cleaned up and as I was getting my bag ready for school the next day, I found a note from Chionele in my math textbook. When I opened it, it read:

“This isn’t over bucko, I hope you intend to take responsibility for that little interruption.”

Oh boy, I could only imagine what she meant by that, needless to say, I was actually looking forward to it.