Before I could react, Harry was already dragging me down the stands and to the main building.

You could feel the excitement in the air. People on the stands were up on their feet, waiting for whatever the Top Fuel runs were.

Harry opened a door after putting in a pin and led me inside, clearly knowing where to go. It didn't help my nerves though.

"Look, Harry," I tried as we passed numerous doors and the cheers went up somewhere outside. ", I get you want to surprise me and everything, but it's okay. Can we just leave this part? I'm not sure I can-"

"I'll let you have time to back out but first," His hand reached out and swung a door open before he turned to me. His smile was gone but his attention was still solely on me. ", let's get you prepared."

Inside was a locker room with black and oak wood accents, vintage diner benches in the middle. It looked like a fancier version of a gym's locker. Harry moved to one of the lockers where headphones were hanging and gestured for me.

"Okay, so a few things before we head out. Rules and such." He nodded like he was compiling a list. I nodded too just because.

"Make sure to wear these ear muffs when we get there. Most of us wear ear plugs but I didn't have time to buy a pair for you." I took what I thought were headphones at the time and peered down at them. He continued on. "You really need to wear them, okay? If you don't, you might suffer some ear damage."

"This isn't really convincing me to come with, you know?" I mumbled as I put the ear muffs around my neck, putting a personal reminder on my brain to wear them.

"Relax, this is just because of the cars. It's only three things though so let me finish first." His hand covered mine and clamped both around his forearm. It wasn't a normal cute grip either. It was tight like you'd hold onto if you fell. "Don't let go of me, okay? Don't. The cars pierce the air incredibly fast so newbies might... Might not be ready. So cling on okay?"

I looked at our hands around his arm. I know we were on a date and essentially the whole thing was having one's attention on the other, but still. He was with me, completely. Physically, mentally, everything was on me. He genuinely cared for my safety and wanted me close should anything happen.

"Be clingy, got it." I nodded, biting my lip to hide my smile. He couldn't hide his.

"Good. Finally, watch where I step. The track isn't the most stickiest in US, mind you, but if you aren't careful you could still trip or lose a shoe. So watch okay?" He nodded like he was agreeing for me. Then when he saw I was silently giggling, he slowly wrapped his fingers around my ear muffs. "I'll be by your side the entire time. If anything happens I'll take the hit anyways."

My eyebrows furrowed. I reached up and grabbed his shirt, tugging him down a bit. "You're supposed to keep your promise."

He grabbed my biceps and leaned in, all tense. "The promise doesn't count if it means you getting hurt."

Awwwwww. I couldn't help but pout at how cute and stupid he was being.

His eyes slid down to my lips and I realized that I had inadvertently pulled him down to me.

I swallowed as he didn't look anywhere else."Just don't get hurt, okay? Otherwise I'll have to fight you."

His hands reached down until they clamped around my hips. I squeaked as I found myself off the ground and now looking down at him.

"We don't want that, now do we?" He teased as I desperately gripped his shirt. Lucky for me, his arms weren't fully extended. Fine, be like that then. I can too.

My legs swung up and wrapped around his hips as my arms pushed at his. Suddenly I wasn't so far away and pressed tightly against his chest, legs tightly around him.

I inhaled along with him. He was firmly pressed against my core, throbbing and hard against my pulse. I wasn't expecting him to be so ready but judging from his heavy breathing I didn't think it magically, suddenly happened.

My nails dug into his skin through his shirt as he slowly shifted me to hold me against his chest. Feeling his erection shifting against me made me shudder.

He slowly turned and pressed my back against the lockers, pressing himself harder into me.

I released a breath as he muttered, "Fuck."

My one hand left his shoulder and tilted his head up so he could look at me. The intensity alone sent a wave of pleasure through me.

"I would... Would love to continue this," He stuttered as he licked his lips. ", but if we don't go we'll miss the rest of the date too."

I nodded, something in me wishing his hair was loose so I could pull it but I knew I had to refrain due to his wound. "You're right, we should go."

But he didn't move. He hovered close, his heavy breathing fanning my face as his lips lingered inches away from mine. His forehead was against mine, his arm around me while the other was next to my head. His eyes were shut but I could still feel him.

A part of me (the part not going full slut) was actually proud of myself. The fact that Harry knew we had to leave to see the Top Fuel runs yet he couldn't bring himself to put me down was an achievement in my book. He wanted this and even though he had a plan he wanted to throw it all away.

Finally he put me down and stepped away. He adjusted himself before turning a bit red. I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"So, what is a Top Fuel run?"

Harry's hand was tightly clasped around mine as he led me out to the start line. The two holes that lined the two cars up were much bigger now that I could look back at them. Tons of people miled around with head sets, brooms and all sorts of things. Some spectators were behind metal fences, probably having paid for the close perspective.

Harry led me to the right lane. I paid special attention to where I stepped, seeing the track glisten under the lights. It may not have been the stickiest, like Harry said, but I did not want to touch it. With my luck I'd be remembered for just that.

Harry put me in front of him and when I turned back to see why, he tapped his ears. A sign for things about to start and not 'I can't hear so don't even bother'.

My eyes widened as vibrations shook me. A team of men on and behind a strange contraption pushed it before the wet strip. It was weirdly shaped, like a prism that narrowed towards the front. Bright red, in front were what looked like bicycle wheels then further down was the cockpit. But it was behind that that was the strangest thing. The biggest engine I have ever seen with a massive three airway intake (I think that's what it's called). Men with ear plugs worked on the engine as a blue and white vehicle was pushed in the opposite lane.

If the engine was the biggest thing I'd ever seen, the wheels were something beyond. It was easily half my size and definitely wider and thicker than me. It was so bizarre that I couldn't believe it but the fact that I could feel the energy pulsating off it was real enough.

Finally, both crews stepped away as the cars were pushed closer to the line. Almost simultaneously, both cars shot forward across the line, smoke billowing from the tires. It was so intense I jumped in my place. Luckily Harry's arm was wrapped around my waist and pulled me in place against him. Wow.

The heat off just that little push was incredibly, the air almost shimmering. If that wasn't surprising enough the cars reversed back and the crews returned to wipe off the tires of any debris.

I felt myself tense up. I could feel it was coming, the run itself. Harry's arm tightened around me too as if to confirm it.

I trained my eyes on the vehicle closest to me, determined to watch it fully.

Before the light flickered green, the dragsters shot forward. Heat and wind and noise pounded behind it. Harry pulled me into him as I shrieked worse than before. If I thought the burnout was bad then the run was the worst. The boards at the end of the strip blinked under three seconds and over three hundred. Black chutes that blended into the night flew behind both cars.

"So?" Harry full out shouted at me once he removed one side of the muffs. I had to admit it didn't sound like he was shouting at all.

"That was INSANE!" I shouted back, my cheeks hurting from all the smiling I've been doing up until that point. He returned it and pointed behind him.

Two more cars with different colour schemes were pulling under the building as the crews worked furiously to sweep the track and the millions of different things one does for drag racing.

Since I saw the first run, I was more prepared and had a better eye for detail. Golf carts zoomed about as everyone was preparing. Sitting behind the engine of the dragsters were the tallest wings I'd ever seen. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it before but considering the amount of massive things on the dragster, I wasn't surprised. There was a contraption dragging behind the car too, probably to stop it flipping over or something.

I didn't jump as badly when they did the burnouts this time. With my body pressed once more against Harry's, I felt safe enough to not go too crazy. Still, when the light barely became green and they shot forward, I jumped again in his arms. The wind off the car pushed at our hair and clothes as chutes deployed.

Everything about it was exhilarating. The contact, the feel, the heat, the tightness of his muscles.

He slowly moved one muff off my ear again. "Come on! Final stop!"

I frowned and shouted back. "Final stop? There's more?"

He took the muffs completely off and turned me in his arms so I looked up at him. "Last one. You ready?"

SOOOOO, Drag Racing. If some of you don't know what I'm talking about, watch a minute or two of the video below. It's basically that but the angle doesn't do it justice. Still though.

^Just as they're about to leave the locker room