Not Much, But It's Home || Batman and Robin
Gus squeaked as she manhandled - or womanhandled, he supposed - his arms around her. The action caused his body to slide forcefully into hers. As a result, he could feel every muscle, every sinew in her back tense and slide against each other as she took off. He almost forgot to hold on in his nervous shock at her actions, but scrambled to hold tight as they shot into the air. He was glad she couldn't see his red, dumbstruck face, behind her as he was. He wondered if she could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
He relaxed a little about 15 minutes into the ride. Flying gave him an adrenaline rush, even if he wasn't the one controlling the broom. Conquering something humans didn't naturally - it gave him a sense of something akin to confidence. He felt his tense body calm a little, his breathing become less rapid, his tongue loosen out of the death grip his nervousness had it locked in. He swallowed. "Y-you're good at this," he said, half-shouting over the wind as it whipped by them, "Way faster than I can fly. And you've got two people on here."