One quiet and lonely night, you and Scaramouche were walking around on his cool motorbike.

he keeps focusing on riding, the speed..? uh, above average but not too fast. yeah, your boyfriend is a biker

you hugged scaramouche tightly from behind, until..your hands wander down... you know where, right?

with that, scaramouche practically knew where your hand was, his eyes widening slightly in realization

"babe, watch your hands.. we're still on the road" he said, still trying to calm himself down.