#iamy

“What you think you’re doing?” Amy hissed, her words punctuated by the angry clattering of the iron gate she had just thrown shut. Ian responded with a sly grin, eyebrows raised sarcastically as he revved his motorcycle, it’s growl piercing the silence that proceeded to blanket Attleboro when the clock struck midnight. “Ian Kabra,” Amy whispered, shrugging her grey cardigan onto her bare shoulders as she attempted to bore holes where Ian’s eye sockets were with her furious green gaze, “what, in the name of sanity, are you doing outside my house at 3 a.m with a God damn /motorcycle/?” Ian made the engine growl again, laughing as she scrambled towards him, attempting to removed his arms from the throttle. He grasped her wrists and pinned her against the motorcycle, smirking at her pink cheeks before he leant down and kissed her. Just a peck. He pulled back, observing the flush of her delicate features with slight apprehension, which he concealed with a sardonic smile. “I- you- wh- you can’t just do that Ian!” Amy sputtered, pushing him away. For a moment, Amy saw something, something that wasn’t playful or sarcastic, flicker in the mottled golds and browns of his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come as he offered her a smirk and pressed her back against the motorcycle. His lips were so close to hers and his eyes were boring into her own. “I can,” he murmured, kissing her again, this time leading her to melt into his arms, before she squeaked and pushed him away again, scandalized. “See?” Ian asked, shrugging nonchalantly. “I mean I will stop if you want me to,” he stepped closer to her, “but you need to say when”. He twisted one of her copper colored locks about his long, straight finger, amused by her annoyance. She met his arrogance with silence, tugging her hair out of his fingers and folding her arms defensively. “Just go home before you wake everyone up,” Amy mumbled, eyeing the sleek Harley. She flinched when Ian placed his hand on the throttle once more, relaxing when she saw that he wasn’t being annoying. “Everyone is asleep at home,” he said, “and I wanted to see you.” He ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the pretty pink color that had intensified in her cheeks. “Why’d you want to see me?” Amy rocked back and forth on her feet, staring at the ground. Ian cleared his throat, the serious look he adopted when he spoke to his father’s clients surfacing, as Amy let slip a small smile. It was actually really cute. “Well, I can’t stop thinking about you, for some reason,” Ian started uncertainly, looking off into the distance. He paused. “I didn’t think it was right to let myself suffer any longer.” Amy released a giggle, wrapping her fingers around his shoulders and pulling him towards her. This time she kissed him first.