beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[She takes hold of that bony hand and lets Cruz help pull her to her feet, but soon she's reaching for Johnny's hands to pull him out of the chair.]

Thanks for letting us stay, Mr. Cruz. We'll be really quiet so we don't wake you up.

[Not that she'll be dreaming soundly with thoughts of El Cucuy on her mind, but maybe the drugs will put her in a pleasant, thoughtless place. They shuffle their way into the room they'll be sleeping in, and Chrissy stands there for a minute looking uncertain.]

Should we just sleep in whatever we're wearing now? I don't want to get my teeth poked out because I'm used to sleeping naked now and I shouldn't do that when I'm a guest in someone's house.

[Johnnie had thought he was doing pretty all right with his intake, but man, walking with her in one hand and the remainder of the Fireball in the other sure tests his coordination. He stumbles his way into the room and manages to set the bottle down, only for it to fall right over, but hey, it doesn't spill, the cap does its job and anyway there isn't that much left. He looks at it and figures it's not worth picking up.]

Yeah, I try not to sleep naked in someone else's house. Never know when you gotta climb out a window.

[Or any number of other normal things. Besides, changing sounds hard right now. At best, he sits himself down so he can get his shoes off, then holds his arms out to her to join him.]

[There's something about his answer that makes her grin for a second. What could they possibly do that would make them need to escape out the window? It's not something she really thinks on for long though, because she's wobbling as she takes off her shoes. She steps onto the blankets to join him, and finds her way right into his arms.

It would be rude not to kiss him when they're this close and he's so warm, but she's careful to keep it chaste because this isn't their house and they're not alone here. ]

You know what? We're really lucky. We get to ride with skeleton cowboys tomorrow. Do you think all their horses are skeletons too?

[For a moment he forgets himself, even despite the whole sleeping naked window conversation, and tugs her close with his hands at her butt. But, right, it clicks after a couple seconds that they probably shouldn't, even though that's a real shame. She smells so good, and she's so warm and soft and maybe if they're quiet...

He breaks off the kiss and nibbles at her ear.]

Mm. We dunno if they're all skeletons but if they are, they better be riding skeleton horses too. Or skeleton mules. People ride mules too, right?

[What about skeleton donkeys? Can people ride skeleton longhorn cows? Because that would be so fucking Texas he'd - Well, he's not sure what he'd do. Be really excited about it. Try to take one home, maybe, fuck Alex, they can fit a skeleton longhorn somewhere.]

[Well, if he's going to grab at her butt, she's definitely going to grind against him as best as she can. His mouth swallows down any soft sound she kisses him, and tries not to let excitement at skeleton animals distract her too much from what really matters.

Staying quiet.]

People ride all kinds of things, baby.

[Her answer is distracted, as she breaks off the kiss and slowly works her mouth down along his neck.]

We should go to sleep.

[That's said for her own benefit, and she sighs against his skin as she breaks away.]

[The inherent cruelty of those two statements, side by side. She could ride him, right now. Fuck, does he ever want that badly. Fuck. He tilts his head to give her mouth more skin to roam, and then gives one sad little whine as she pulls away.]

I know. I know we should...

[Fuck. She's right, and he's determined not to make their host too weirded out, because he's such a cool guy and for some reason he wants Cruz to like them. Maybe just because he's the only person in town so far who seems to get them, and the only person they've met who they've really talked to about half the things they've been through.

So he sighs, but nods like he's really decided it now, and relaxes his hold on her. Tomorrow, when the guy's out but if they wake up before he gets back in for lunch, then hell, she'll get something to ride, all right.]

Okay. Yeah, time to sleep.

[He'll just lie down right here with her still in his arms, tugged tight against his chest.]

[She's impressed she's able to ignore that throbbing between her legs that tells her she wants him, in favor of actually laying down. The fact they're able to show restraint at all right now is surprising, but touching in a way that makes her smile. They have plenty of time to fool around and do whatever they want. But while Cruz is here, she really wants to behave and be a good guest.

The blankets beneath them are uncomfortable after that lavish bed they just had back in New Orleans, but he's nice and warm and soft against her. The alcohol and drugs in her system work wonders to make her eyes feel heavy, and it's only a matter of thirty seconds or so before she's feeling like she might doze off right away.]

Goodnight, Johnnie. Love you.

[Loves him, and loves this life they have. When she falls asleep, it's with a smile on her face. She sleeps restlessly, thanks to her dreams, but with his arms around her she knows she's safe and those dreams do little more than haunt her. She's so tired that she doesn't start to stir until well into the next day, when the sunlight is streaming through the window and she can't ignore it any longer.]

Te quiero también, babe.

[He means it, but he giggles a little anyway, both because he felt compelled to say it in Spanish and also because he's just feeling that way right now in general.

It takes a while for him to fall asleep, but when he does, he sleeps soundly. No shitty dreams, no boogeymen, just the comfort of her in his arms and the combined pot and alcohol to keep his mind quiet.

He's awake before she is, but not all that much earlier. Just early enough, though, to get up, poke his head out the door, then investigate the kitchen. What do skeletons eat and drink, other than apparently tequila?

Not a whole lot, is the answer. There's a paltry sack of coffee beans on a shelf that looks dusty, and he can't for the life of him figure out where a grinder is or what it would look like in this time period. There's a jar of cornmeal though, and some salted pork and a bowl full of fresh eggs. Well, hell, those look pretty good.

But judging by where the sun is in the sky, maybe it's better to just wait, so he comes on back to the room to see her squinting against the sunlight.]

Morning, baby girl. You sleep okay?

[When she spots him, a sleepy smile overtakes her face and she nods a little.]

Other than some weird dreams, yeah. You were a really good pillow.

[But as nice as it is to lay there, squinting at the intruding sunlight, she knows she needs to at least try and get up. With a groan she moves to sit up, and stretches her arms up high before she rubs at her eyes.]

Do you know what time it is?

[It feels still and quiet out here right now, which means Cruz must not be back yet.]

Sun's not straight up yet, so, I dunno. Ten?

[Definitely not a full eight hours of sleep yet, if that's what she was after, but he can't sit around any more. There's a mysterious locked trunk to open, a town to explore, and soon enough, Cruz and his friends will come on by and he doesn't want to be rubbing the sleep out of his eyes still when they get here.

But the other priority, before she gets a chance to even really do much more than sit up, is for him to come right back down next to her and topple her back onto the blankets with a grin as his hands snake up her sides, under her shirt.]

Nobody here but us right now.

[Her breath hitches when he gets her back against the blankets, which makes her laughter breathless.]

That's right. It's just us, and we behaved ourselves so well last night...

[As his hands work up beneath her top she shivers, goosebumps rising up on her skin. She picks up where she left off last night, her mouth finding his neck so she can work kisses and nips against him. When she reaches the curve that leads to his shoulder she stops, grinning before she lets her head fall back against the blankets once again.]

I think I deserve to get to ride something.

[Him, obviously. God, she hopes he knows she's talking about him.]

[There, like that stop for sleep never happened. He huffs a soft sigh of contentment as her lips treat themselves to his skin.]

Oh, do you?

[She does, absolutely she does. He dips his head low to suck and nibble at the skin of her throat, then lies next to her and tugs, encouraging her to come on up on top of him this time around. It also makes it easier for him to work that top right off her, over her shoulders.]

You think you got what it takes to ride this beast?

[He laughs as he says it. One of those things that sounded sexier in his head until it actually came out of his mouth.]

[This beast?

Her jaw drops when he says it, and she just sits there for a few seconds before she bursts out laughing. Her hands push at his chest and she just shakes her head.]

Oh, I think I've got exactly what it takes to ride and tame this wild beast.

[How she manages to say that in such a sultry tone, she doesn't know. But she laughs at herself right after, even as she works her legs so she's straddling him and is better able to rock and grind against him. It's a little like torture since he's still fully clothed and she can't have him like she wants just yet. Her whine of want is accompanied by a tug to his pants. Those have got to go, and she's too busy focusing on how nice it feels to rock against him to get them off herself right now.]

[Fuck, that's not fair, it sounds so much better when she says it. He laughs as he arches his hips up against her as she grinds down, and then takes her by the hips and squeezes just a little, pulling her snug against his quickly-stirring erection.

Okay, pants have to go immediately. He unbuckles his belt, then gets the button and zipper done, but with her on him he can't really get much farther along with that.]

Off for a second?

[Just so he can squirm his way out of his jeans and kick them aside. And hell, while he has the opportunity, he sits up and strips off his shirt, too, then cups his hands around her breasts as he leans in for a kiss.]

[Just for a second, only long enough for him to get undressed. She uses the time to get her skirt and panties off, leaving her nice and naked when she descends back down on him again. By that point, he's kissing her and doing a nice job of making her softly sigh as he toys with her breasts. She just enjoys that for a minute or so, because there's something to be said about some quality making out that really gets her in the mood for more. ]

These come off too.

[She speaks against his lips, tugging at his underwear. As impatient as she is for him, she moves to be the one to pull them off of him. Which puts her on her knees between his legs, and she has to shift to rest to the side of him for a second to get those underwear off all the way. This puts her at a really good vantage point to just recline and relax, laying over his leg. She's able to easily stroke and lick at his cock like this, and why not do it a little to tease him even more? He needs to get a little harder before she attempts riding him, and this feels like a good way to do it.]

[Hell yeah, those come off. He's glad to let her take over and get the underpants gone and set aside, especially when the result is her mouth on his cock. Fuck, he never gets tired of that, but then again, he never gets tired of any of it.

And that tongue of hers especially, all warm and wet, brings him to attention quickly. He pants softly at that rapid buildup of heat, and drags fingers through her hair, taking enough control to guide her to bob her head down and get her lips around him as he hardens in her mouth.]

Love seein' you like this right now, babe, all needy.

[His laugh is breathless as he tightens his grip on her hair. The need is very much mutual.]

[Aha. There she goes, she's got him all engaged now. Not that he wasn't before, but as he hardens in her mouth and his hand tightens in her hair she feels a swell of pride. Yeah, she's needy but so is he. She can't think of a day or a time she won't want him, but their determination to be on their best behavior the night before has led to her feeling so needy and desperate that she eventually huffs out a breath of laughter even as she continues to slowly work her mouth along his length.

Eventually she pulls off of him, and rests her chin on his leg for a second as she rests her jaw.]

I think I want to ride you now. Is that okay?

[It would be rude to just get up and hop on, after all. It's only thoughtful to ask seconds before she gets up to do that.]

You're fucking asking?

[She really is too good for him, and he knows it. He laughs and lets go of her hair so he can instead grab at her shoulders and pull her forward, or at least mime doing so - he'll let her actually move, but goddamn he wants her right on top of him right now.]

It's better than fucking okay, you don't know how bad I want you, babe.

[Well, no, she does, with his dick right there throbbing for her, but damn. Cute of her to ask, but it's always okay.]

[She can definitely see and feel how much he wants her, and that makes her smile as she moves to ease down over him. It's all too easy to help guide him to press against her, and even easier to bare down and let him sink into her inch by inch. Her lips part in a soundless gasp as she does, and she keeps her eyes on his all the way until she's resting down fully against him and he's buried inside her.

She's already trembling right out of the gate, and she hasn't even started to move yet. She saves that for when her fingertips are pressed against his cheek and she's deeply kissing him. It's only then that her hips start to slowly rock and move.]

Fast or slow?

[She'll be nice and let him choose. But she's having a hard time deciding which she's craving right now.]

[Oh, that's heaven. He watches as she takes him in, enjoying the sight of her just as much as the feel. His fingers curl around her hips and knead at her back as she leans forward to kiss him, and he lifts his head just enough to meet her before flopping back down and letting their lips part.]

Fast.

[He says it with a smirk as he bucks his hips up against her, like he's challenging her to it rather than just answering.

Both are good options, and if she chose either one he'd be happy, but slow is better with a certain mood he's not entirely in right now. Fast, well, he's always here for fast, for rough, for moving guided only by the internal fire of passion and want.

Besides, at some point apparently a bunch of dead people are going to be here and if they're too slow and lingering, and if those folks are early, well. That would be awkward.]

[Fast, huh?

Well, lucky for them both, she's gotten good at fast. She's more than athletic enough to handle fast with ease. And since he's just bucked up against her like that and challenged her, she doesn't see much of a choice here.

She can't back down from a fun challenge.

Both of her eyebrows arch, and she admires him for a few seconds. Her lips curling upward is the only warning he gets before she really starts to move in earnest, hard and fast. Her hands start out pressed against his chest, though one slips to grip at his shoulder and press down against it. As she sets a hard and punishing pace though, every time he tries to touch her, she bats his hand away.

If he wants fast, she can't be distracted by him touching her. She's in control right now.]

Oh, shit-

[He gasps the words as she gets moving, and tries reaching for her only to have his hands swatted aside. His eyebrows arch in surprise, but there's a smile on his lips. It's a game, and he's into it.

But the pace and friction makes it hard to think or tease or anything, as it all builds. His eyelids flutter and he lets out a groan, tipping his chin back as she fucks him like it's the only thing in the world.]

Shit. Oh, fuck, you're incredible.

[And to think that just weeks ago she'd barely ever touched a dude. Fuck.]

[Her grin is as wild as the look in her eyes. She's clearly enjoying herself, and loves the reaction he gets out of it as well. Her lower lip trembles as her eyelids close for a few seconds, and she just basks in the feeling of her dropping down hard. Her toes curl against the motion, and she has to bite at her lip to hold in a groan.

Yeah, maybe she hadn't ever done much a few weeks ago. But he's been good to her, and loves pulling out this side of her. They've had plenty of practice to get to this point, where her own hands work along her breasts and her body, putting on a show for him as she fucks him to the point where she's close in no time at all.]

Touch me.

[Finally, she demands something of him, grabbing hold of his hand to guide it to her breast. He's free to touch her as much as he wants now, and she probably won't bat his hand away.]

[That hard movement of hers makes him gasp, and his breathing comes ragged. She's having a good time making him react, he can tell. He watches without daring to tear his eyes away as she touches herself, not wanting to miss a single second of that.

At her command, he lets out a breath and squeezes his hand around her breast, then pinches at the nipple. His other hand reaches for her back, but brushes her bandaged tattoo. Right. Move lower, then - and when he's found skin, he drags his nails down her back.

His touches build, seeking out sensitive areas or broadly stroking at her, until his lips curl into a smirk and the hand that was a moment ago settled on her hip lifts and smacks. He hasn't forgotten how she liked that, even if it's been a little while since he tried it.]

[The sound of his spanking her echoes in the room, and is almost drowned out by the sharpness of her gasp. Oh, she likes that. And it's been a while since he's done it, but they've been so busy trying all kinds of new things that she's forgotten to ask him to do it again. But her boy seems to read her mind and always know the perfect thing to do to get her off.

His smack is encouragement for her to gather up her strength and move even faster and harder. Her entire body is covered in sweat at that point, the level of exertion it takes to keep going even as the pleasure mounts to the point of sensitivity almost more than she can keep up with.

But he's challenged her, of course she's going to push herself to keep the pace. In response to that smack, she whispers for him to do it again.]

Please, baby. Again. I want you do that again.

[Just once more and it'll probably be enough to make her come. She's pretty sure of it.]

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