Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140405042408

Nox nodded, and flipped a switch on the stereo system. The rubber on the tires parted to reveal rows of gleaming spikes. The metal protrusions drove holes in the snow and gripped tight when he hit the accelerator. The car shot towards their destination; fifty miles Northward, towards a militaristic winter base. Scenery passed by in a whirlwind of ice, snow and trees, but the male was careful on turns. While spiked tires were great for traction, they weren't the ultimate deterrant for slipping.

As shown when he took a hard left. Nixia didn't buckle herself in all the way, or it slipped out. He didn't know. But the snow gave way to ice, and the McLaren spun. And suddenly, he felt something warm and feminine on his crotch with his arm around her back, holding her there to keep her safe. Unfortunately, that pressed her down harder. He couldn't help it...

Nox let out a small moan, and closed his eyes slightly as the car sat idling.