[It must feel so good, what she's doing. He's enjoying it, but for her it represents more than a victory over a monster, it's her own victory over her personal nightmare. Every shot hits with pure satisfaction, with so much love and pride for her and the future she's making for herself by ridding her of this particular demon.
He catches the gun, now clearly out of ammo, and hops off the bike. He sees that nod, knows she's thinking along similar lines, but before going for the brush or going to find that cop and throw him on the fucking pile of destruction they're about to create, he first slips one arm around Chrissy's waist and cups the back of her head with his other hand, and pulls her snug against him for an intensely passionate kiss. He's left breathless, panting with victory and exhilaration and absolute lust for that fire in her eyes at what she's just accomplished.]
I believe it, babe. You made damn sure of it. He can't touch you ever again.
[Another kiss, and then he pulls away, hands lingering for just another ounce of touch before he separates from her. Bonfire, first, then there will be plenty of celebrating after.
Now, where did that cop go? His fingers curl around his sheathed knife as he starts toward the ditch, looking for fuel and listening for the crackle of brush in case the guy thinks running is the thing to do right now.]
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He catches the gun, now clearly out of ammo, and hops off the bike. He sees that nod, knows she's thinking along similar lines, but before going for the brush or going to find that cop and throw him on the fucking pile of destruction they're about to create, he first slips one arm around Chrissy's waist and cups the back of her head with his other hand, and pulls her snug against him for an intensely passionate kiss. He's left breathless, panting with victory and exhilaration and absolute lust for that fire in her eyes at what she's just accomplished.]
I believe it, babe. You made damn sure of it. He can't touch you ever again.
[Another kiss, and then he pulls away, hands lingering for just another ounce of touch before he separates from her. Bonfire, first, then there will be plenty of celebrating after.
Now, where did that cop go? His fingers curl around his sheathed knife as he starts toward the ditch, looking for fuel and listening for the crackle of brush in case the guy thinks running is the thing to do right now.]