beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[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.]

[With her pulling at him, he swings to his feet and bounces those few steps out of the room to start exploring. Today is off to a great start already - some hot wake-up sex, and now a cool mystery trunk to open? His kind of day. Personally, he's hoping for cool ghost secrets, some kind of mysterious artifact, maybe. But he's betting it's money, which is way more boring.

The main room does have hooks by the door, but no keys on those. Shelves with food and plates and cookware too, and even a butcher block with a drawer inserted into it, but no keys anywhere obvious.]

If I had a key an' wanted to hide it around here... Under the floor, maybe?

[Thing is, with the house in this state, most of the floorboards are already pretty loose. He kicks at one until he gets his toe underneath and pries it upward, but it's just dirt under there, so he lets it drop back into place.]

Or out in the barn? Or inside the mattress in his bedroom?

[Oh, but there's no obvious bedroom. The only other room connected to this one is a tiny bathroom with a tub that looks like it gets used more for washing clothes than anything else. Hm. No fair, why does he have to sleep and this guy doesn't? The storage room they're in must be the old bedroom.]

Maybe it's in that room we just came out of, actually.

[Chrissy gets caught up in thinking while he starts poking around. Cruz is a really cool cowboy, but he probably doesn't just leave things like keys to unlock a padlocked trunk in an easy to find location.

Then again...

Maybe he knows how people are and knows hiding things in plain sight is usually the best course of action. She goes from door frame to door frame, standing up on her tiptoes to feel around. She's able to produce a key on the door frame leading into the bedroom they're staying in.]

Babe, look! [She's giddy as she runs over to the trunk and tries to stick the key into the padlock. Only...it doesn't fit. At all. She huffs and puffs as she tries a few times, but it never goes into the lock. In a fit of frustration, she throws the key across the room.]

That stupid key unlocks something else. But there's nothing else with a lock on it in the house. [As soon as the words come out of her mouth, she remembers something from earlier.]

But there's a cabinet in the barn with a lock on it! Maybe this will open that, and the key to the trunk will be in there.

Hey -

[Yeah, smart call, but even if this key isn't for that, he scrambles after it to retrieve it anyway. If they don't need it, better to hang it up where it was to make it less obvious they went poking around.

He picks it up, then gives it a toss and catches it again.]

All right! To the barn.

[He trots his way on outside and blinks at how bright the sun actually is once it's not filtered through the rickety walls of that shack. He can get a better feel for where they are now, too - dirt road, old fallow field overgrown with weeds, but there's a property line just back in the direction of town and that field is full of greenery in neat rows. And people, bent over as they tend to the crops. People who, he can only assume as he watches, are there against their will.

Goddamn this place. So fucked. He gives a short frustrated huff and redirects his attention to the barn and heads inside.]

This cabinet?

[The paint is flaking, but it has several locked drawers inside. The key sticks in the first lock, but he rattles it until the tumbler gives up, only to find nothing inside.

The second lock, second drawer, now that opens smoothly. This one gets used sometimes. And in that, there's actually a ring with two keys on it - but one looks small enough to fit in a padlock.]

[She winds up spending more time than she should out watching those fields, frowning at the sight of people out working. She gets the idea that it's not something she wants to examine too closely, and it's with a frown on her face that she makes her way into the barn where he's found the cabinet.

When the second drawer produces a keyring, she reaches in to take it out. No alarms go off, but she still looks around to make sure nothing bad will happen for taking them. After she's sure they're in the clear, she hurries back to the house, taking care to not look back out toward those fields on her way.

She goes straight into the room with the trunk, and crouches down so she can work the smaller of the keys into the padlock. It clicks and unlocks, and she hurries to get the trunk open. Despite all the clues they had been given when talking to Cruz the night before, she's not really prepared for what they find inside.

There's plenty of things in there, all of them things that must be purely sentimental. They all belonged to a woman, one that she finds a picture of. There's a few other pictures she pulls out, ones that must be her with Cruz when he was alive.]

They looked so happy.

[She whispers passing the picture off to Johnnie. All of a sudden, it doesn't feel right to be looking at these things. Her frown grows as she looks at the back of the picture.]

Her name was Elizabeth. I think she was his wife. I wonder what happened to her.

[He pauses again outside. There's probably nothing he can do right this moment - no chance that running over and knocking down a fencepost and telling them all to run is going to help. It's what he wants to do, but this is bigger than that.

But maybe before they head out of town he'll have a better answer. Cruz will know.

Soon he finds himself kneeling beside the trunk, back inside, and taking an old photo in hand as Chrissy passes it over. He'd put as much together after what Cruz told them - poor guy fell in love with a white girl and was probably hanged for it by some lynch mob. It's one thing to guess at that, though, and another entirely to see their faces, preserved side by side.]

Yeah. I wonder. Fuck.

[It's times like this he just isn't sure what to say, but he feels it all strongly - feels awful for Cruz and Elizabeth, but meanwhile, his skin prickles with anger at what these people must have done in retaliation.]

See if you can find a last name. I bet her family lives here.

[He'd bet hard money her family is responsible, in fact. He pulls out a necklace, a comb, then frowns and puts it all right back. It just feels weird to be handling her things.

But then there's one more item he can't resist - a folded piece of paper, but filled to the brim with more. It's a collection of letters.]

Oh, here. Elizabeth Auclair.

When we rode through town earlier, I think that was the name on the store those guys were in front of. Auclair's.

[So yeah, her family definitely lives here. She can't help but wonder what it would've been like if she had been alive and Johnnie had tried to be with her back in Hawkins. How her parents would react, what they'd do to the both of them. They'd definitely try to have him killed or arrested. They'd probably send her away - if not something worse.]

I don't think she's alive anymore either, Johnnie.

[Because it would be one thing if Elizabeth let her family tear them apart, let them hang Cruz. She isn't sure he'd be holding onto these things in quite the same way at this. This is something else, far more than simple loss and regret.]

I think maybe she died before he did. Or at the same time, maybe. It wouldn't surprise me if her family had something to do with both of them dying. But if they were both killed, why isn't she here with him?

[It's with a sigh that she puts everything back where it belongs. Poking around here just doesn't feel right at all. It makes her incredibly guilty. Once everything is in, she shuts the lid and makes sure to lock it back up. It bothers her that they don't know where Elizabeth is or what happened to her. But she thinks maybe it only bothers her as much as it does because she identifies pretty strongly with her. ]

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