On the way to Nowhere . . .

There’s something about the autumn air.  It’s cool, crisp, feeling lends a spark to the hot and humid days of summer, and wakes up the senses. On this particular day, the two of them were racing their bikes down a dirt road on the side of the forest. The wind whipping past and fallen leaves crumbling under the bikes’ wheels.

“Hey! Wait up!” She laughed and yelled from behind as she pedaled faster to catch up to him.  He had been in the lead for half a mile now and wasn’t giving up any ground.

He turned to look over his shoulder, a wide grin upon his face. He cupped a hand to his mouth as he shouted back, “What’s that?  I can’t hear you over the sound of winning.”  He only wanted to take her to an outdoor fruit stand.  She was the one who said she could beat him to it and made it into a race.

There it was, right around the next corner, and he reigned in his bicycle – waiting for her. The seller wasn’t anywhere to be seen – probably out for a break –  but the food was labeled and he knew what he wanted.  He placed some money on the counter and took a couple of apples out of the bin.

He was already biting into his apple when she pulled her bike up besides his. “Glad you see you made it,” he quipped.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” she replied, and caught the apple he suddenly tossed at her.

“Leave the bikes, they’ll be fine.” He was already dismounting.

She groaned internally.  After all the hard pedaling her thighs felt on fire. She didn’t even have time to rest and he wanted her to go for a walk. Walking her bicycle back a bit it she propped it against his as she got off the bike. Just as she turned around to speak, he suddenly snatched her up in his arms; she squealed in both shock and delight.

“Off we go,” he announced as he carried her away from the stand.

Though she knew he’d never drop her, she held on to him anyway and asked,  “Where are you taking me?”

He looked down at her, his signature smirk playing on his lips.  His reply was short and his voice hinted on amusement. “Nowhere.”


 

Wearing:

Broderick ( Check out his blog: A Gentlemen’s Game )
Hair: Exile:: High and Dry
Top: Egoisme F.A.T Cardigan Knit Jacket Blue
Bottom: Egoisme F.A.T Slim Fit Jeans Grey
Belt: Egoisme F.A.T Black Belt for Slim Fit Jeans
Shoes: INVICTUS – Sneaker Black @ Men Only Monthly until Oct. 15

Ryanna ( That’s me!)
Shirt: AdoreZ – Mandy Top @ ReVamped { Until Oct. 20 }
Pants: neve  pant – donna denim
Hair: /Wasabi Pills/   Thyra

Scene:
Chez Moi Wooden Windmill @ SaNaRae {Until Oct. 18 }
{Why Not?} Oban Bicycle Garden Decor Set-Yellow
PPK Bakery Market stall
dust bunny . fresh fruit stand . full set
MYRRINE Autumn Harvest – boxes of pumpkins

Poses:
Lushish Pose – Bike Kiss
Q Poses Carry me – Exclusive @ Cosmopolitan until Oct. 8
Animation in Chez Moi Wooden Windmill @ Sanarae until Oct. 18

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