beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[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.]

[Goddamn, that's fucking hot, all of it. The whole fucking room feels hot. Her movement is starting to become overwhelming, and it's taking all of his concentration not to come right now, especially as she whispers to him. That, of all things, gets the hair on the back of his neck to stand up and draws a groan from him - it's one of those last little pebbles removed that will wind up making the dam burst.

But he holds it together and laughs a little through his panting breaths as he slaps his palm hard against her rear again, and fuck that's it, he can't hold out any longer. He digs nails into her right where he'd just smacked her as his fingers clench and his hips drive upward, and that last drag of friction is all he gets before he comes hard. He must look a mess, his hair is in his eyes somehow, and yet through it he's focused on her.]

[That second smack drives her to the brink, but it's the way he digs in his nails that makes her come. She doesn't hold back when it happens, her lips parting as she makes a sharp cry that sounds like a strangled version of his name. Her own nails drag against his chest, and she keeps her eyes on his as the crest washes over her and leaves her still and tense against him. The intensity in the way he watches her makes her feel like she could come undone all over again, just so he'd get the pleasure of witnessing it.

She doesn't, of course, and is left panting and smiling contently. Her nails dig into his chest before her touch turns soft and soothing, and she curls down over him to sweetly kiss him.]

I really like these wake up calls you keep giving me.

Mmm. Mmhmm.

[He murmurs his agreement as he claims another kiss, then breathes a slow sigh out through his nose as his hands slowly traces patterns up and down her back.

Man. He wasn't tired last night, but now? After this, he could almost go for a nap.

But then again, on second thought, nah. That feeling evaporates, leaving him warm and content and feeling like he's ready to take on the day with her at his side. He reaches up to tuck a few strands of hair behind her ear, then lets both hands trail down her thighs.]

Guess we get what we deserve after bein' all patient last night, huh? I feel like you earned that wake-up call fair an' square.

[She laughs, nodding as she moves off of him. She's resting on her knees on the blankets, and leans back down for one more kiss before she moves to stand up and start gathering her clothes so she can get dressed again.

Along the way, she notices the little bandage that was put over her belly button piercing has come loose, and she just shrugs and pulls it off the rest of the way. It's too bad he wasn't able to really see it just a minute ago, she thinks, and fiddles with the stud a little. It's tender and sore, but nothing too bad.

Feeling that makes her briefly touch behind her ear and her back.]

Do you think it's okay if I take off these bandages now?

Oh, yeah. Oughta be fine.

[The one over his coyote came off at some point when taking off his pants in the last day or so, and it's fine. He runs a hand over the inked lines, then shrugs and gets up to go find clean clothes for himself.]

At least, the tattoo ones. I don't really know about the piercing but I bet it's fine too. Gotta be, right? Fresh air's good for healing, or something.

[Maybe he's making that up, actually. Hm. Sounds right, though.]

Supposed to put lotion or whatever on the tattoo. You got lotion? 'Cause I don't. Shoulda picked some up. Maybe Cruz has olive oil, that shit works too.

[And also it's not something he carries around with him. And out here, the chances of anyone having real olive oil seem pretty low. What do cowboys cook with? Bacon grease? Lard? Probably not things that should go on healing skin.

Well, he'll just go with a t-shirt and underwear for a second until he knows what their options are.]

I do, actually! Hold on a second.

[It's finally her time to shine. Her silly little beauty products will come in useful. She quickly gets dressed again, but makes a note that she'll need to wash this outfit soon. She'll probably start smelling if she doesn't. For now it passes the sniff test, and she shrugs as she crouches down at their bags and starts going through them.

A bottle of lotion is pulled out, surprisingly not strawberry scented. It's just a basic, unscented kind. But it makes her skin nice and soft and that's what counts. The tube is tossed over to him, before she pulls out some of those jars of food she had bought back at the gas station in New Orleans.]

This stuff will come in handy right now too. I'm starving.

[She struggles with the lid to the jar, but eventually is able to twist it off and get to the jerky inside. She sits on the floor, eating from the jar before she pulls out a piece and offers him one.]

Thanks.

[That's to the lotion, initially, but right as he's about to open it he glances over and sees she's got food now, too, so he grabs the piece of jerky and sticks that in his mouth while he pops the cap on the tube of lotion open and spreads some on his new tattoo.]

You got all kindsa goodies with you.

[And he's genuinely surprised the lotion is unscented. Once he's done, he tosses that back toward her and tugs his jeans and socks back on, then works at the jerky for a bit. Good to have something in his stomach, even if lunch is probably not far off. Then again, who knows. Maybe cowboy lunch is late.

And he finds himself hoping it is, in fact, as he goes back over to that locked trunk and sits down next to it as he examines the padlock.]

I probably shouldn't open this, right?

[He's totally going to try to open it, regardless, he just needs to see what he's working with here. Basic tumbler, normally opened with a key. It's possible he could pick it if he gets lucky with a bobby pin, but maybe it'll be easier to just look for where the key is stashed.]

[She takes her time removing those bandages over her tattoo, and getting lotion on as best as she can. He can help her get it on really good later. For now, she's in a hurry to get over to that trunk.]

I was wondering what's in it. Why would he keep it locked like that?

[She doubts it's weapons or anything. Most people wouldn't leave those in a secondary bedroom. It's probably not money or jewels, because he doesn't have any need for them. So she's insanely curious about what it could be.]

I've got my hairpins, if you think you could get the lock open. But he has to have the key around here somewhere. Let's try looking around.

[There's absolutely no issue in her mind with stealing the key and looking inside. They're just curious, it's not like they're going to take what's inside. It's all innocent, good fun. She grabs his hand and pulls him off the trunk, and laughs as they make their way out of the room to see if they can find a key.]

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