beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

An' what if I hold out, you gonna get yourself off without me?

[It wouldn't be the worst thing. He likes the idea of watching her come for him while just imagining it's him pleasing her. Her moaning for him as she rolls her own clit and works her fingers inside her, so full of need for him while he declines to give it to her. And once she's come, trembling and sensitive, then he'll take her and bring her to yet another orgasm so she can know that while her hands are good, his cock in her pretty little pussy is even better.

Fuck, he's going to have a hard time pulling this off if just imagining that while watching her is making him struggle. He aches to bury himself in her, and resorts to wrapping his fingers around his length and slowly stroking, just to stave off that ache. His fingertips seek out the places he's sensitive, as he slides his palm across hot, sensitive skin.]

You know what I got here for you, babe. You know how I fill you up an' get you moaning. You want me, don't you?

[It's difficult when he's being both infuriating and sexy. She really wants him, and her eyes are dark with desire for him as she look up at him. Her chest is rising and falling faster now, and it's hard to ignore the ache for him that she feels. Her fingers aren't enough, and they both know it.

She's clearly doing something to him too, and she watches him stroke himself without any shyness.]

I always want you.

[But that's not asking him to touch her. Not yet. Her fingers move faster, curl a little harder within her. She's already edging in closer and closer, just with the little power trip she's having here. She doesn't stifle her groan as her hips grind against her hand.]

But you can't touch me. Not yet.

[God, he's beautiful like this. She wants him so badly the ache is all consuming. It only makes her hand move faster and harder, until she's worked herself up to the brink. She's shivering and writhing, but doesn't give in. It's going to be so good when one of them finally does.]

[Some small little sound, not quite a gasp or whimper but almost, edges past his lips as he watches her grind on her own hand and edge closer to getting herself over that brink. Fuck, it's almost painful to watch.

Any moment now he could easily completely disregard her words and mold himself against her. It's what they both want, despite her insistence that he can't touch yet. She's trying to bait him into disobedience. And that is what keeps him here, because while he's all too happy to break other people's rules normally, this isn't a real rule. This is a taunt. This is a game of chicken and he's fucking determined to win it.

So he keeps his own touch languid and distractingly light. Not enough to do much of anything other than keep him wanting her as he eyes her body, and where her fingers press inside. He gives a slow breath out through his nose, then another, focused through the intensity of his need. His eyelids flutter as he thumbs at the ridges around the head of his cock, and yet he won't close his eyes completely, he doesn't want to miss any of this incredible show.]

Ven aquí, milagrita. Puedo ver que lo quieres adentro. Lemme scratch that itch for you.

[He smirks, and stills his hand while he beckons with the other for her to come on over, just in case she's ready to let him win.]

[His words make her shiver, her hand moving faster as she gasps. But it's the way he smirks and looks at her that dissolves her will to keep the game going. Oh, she really wants to win. She wants it so bad. And for a second, it feels like he resolve might hold out.

But when her eyes glance down toward his beckoning hand, she whimpers and curls her fingers within her. Fine, he can win. She isn't so prideful that she cares about winning. At least not that much. As soon as her hands are free, she's left wanting. It takes her a total of two seconds to move through the water and cross the tub to get to him.

She practically pounces on him, hopefully not hard enough to make him slam his head or anything against the tub. But that's hard to care about when she kisses him with a frenzied lust, and moves so she can knock his hand away and sink down on his cock. If he wants to be able to touch her, he'll have to keep up as she starts to ride him at a demanding pace.]

Tócame.

[She gives him that permission he wants, since he's already won the game of chicken.]

[Man, for a second he thinks she's fucking with him, that she can't possibly have given in, but he's so goddamn glad to welcome her into his arms and onto his cock. He laughs a little at her insistence, but it's a laugh of relief, too, because fuck he was really going to struggle if either of them tried to keep that up another second.

Not that his laugh lasts long. She silences him with kisses, and then he tips his head back in a moan as she starts rocking up and down on him. It pushes him lower in the water so that he has to use one hand to help keep himself propped up so he doesn't slide under with their movements, but with the other hand he reaches up to do exactly as she demands. He cradles the back of her head and pulls her in for another demanding kiss, then drags his nails down her spine and speaks between breaths.]

Holy shit.

[Fuck, it's pure bliss. His hand reaches her lower back, and he slides it between them in what little space he can find, and presses and rolls her clit with his thumb.]

[She can't respond with words. Her lips part and she whines, his fingers against her clit almost too much. Of course she loves it though, and keeps riding him as he works her closer and closer to the edge.

Water is definitely being sloshed and splashed all over, pouring over the side of the tub to the tile floor. Caring about that is far from her mind as she seeks her release. The only thing that matters is how she feels and how warm and solid he is against her.

She comes hard as he's rolling her clit against his thumb, and she gasps his name as her body goes taut in his arms. ]

[Hearing his name gasped out like that is almost too fucking much. He's oblivious to the water, oblivious to everything but her and that sweet praise on her lips as she finally gets what she was after, and he goes right with her. After all that buildup, it takes no time at all for that spark in him to snap, bright and hot, as he tugs her down onto him and keeps her there, as close as can be, while he laps water off her collarbone and throat.

When he finally sees clarity again, and not just red hair and stars, he gives a soft, contented hum and loosens his hold, turns it into a caress up and down her back.]

You play a tough game, babe. But I think we both won.

Yeah.

[She happily sighs, that one word all she can say at first. Every inch of her is tingling and she feels like she's walking on clouds. He's her biggest addiction, one she doesn't want to fight. And it's moments like this one that reminds her exactly why that is.

Too winded and boneless to move off of him right away, she idly trails her fingernails along his arm and up to his shoulder.]

We definitely both won. But next time, I'll have to try harder to be tough.

You'll have to? What, you tryin' to kill us both again?

[He snickers as he kisses her hair, her temple, then the spot between her eyes. Everything is warm and perfect, just as it should be for a nice night in a stolen resort room. No worries, nothing but the two of them in his own time.

And speaking of his time, he's still eager to try and reach one or both of his brothers with the phone, but odds are good neither one's at home right now. That can wait. She gets to keep all of his attention.]

Not kill!

[She laughs as he kisses between her eyes, and ducks her head to rest against him as she wraps her arms loosely around him. With her head like this, it's easier to kiss at his shoulder and along his neck. She probably should move, but she'll take one more minute like this.]

But you have to admit, seeing who could make it the longest was really fun.

[And that's the name of their game, isn't it? Having fun? She's left grinning as she slowly pulls off of him, standing up and stepping out of the water.]

Sure was. What, was it the Spanish that gotcha?

[It's hard to let her go this time, but he does, though he makes no move right away to get out of the tub himself. He'll just lounge here for a bit until he starts to get pruney. His eyes are on her, though, of course - she's too damn pretty, especially when she's all flushed pink from sex and hot water. Probably for the best that he's gotten off twice now or he'd be all over her.]

[She glances back over at him as she grabs a towel. There's a bashful smile as she bites at her lip and nods.]

You talking dirty to me in Spanish always gets me.

[It's almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to arouse her just by saying all the filthy thoughts on his mind in Spanish. But she guesses that's part of loving someone, they're just easily able to turn you on. That shy smile stays as she works the towel up to wrap around her hair, and brings a fluffy white towel over to the tub for him when he's ready to get out.]

I really liked watching you touch yourself, too.

Oh yeah?

[He arches an eyebrow, pleased she's discovered that particular bit of fun. Maybe somewhere in their shit they still have handcuffs. He could always tie her down one way or another, make her sit and watch and plead.]

Well, I liked watchin' you. You put on quite a show, you know? Gettin' yourself all worked up for me to see. Fuck, it was hard to sit there an' not throw myself at you.

[With a grin, he finally decides he'll get up, mostly because he wants to get into more of that weed they have stashed away. He slides out of the tub, dripping more water onto the floor as he reaches for the towel and starts to dry himself off.]

[He's making her blush. She presses both hands against her cheeks to try and hide the pink that's rose up there, but it's impossible to hide. Not that she really wants to. He should be able to see the effect he has on her.]

Yeah, but you resisted longer than I did.

[Sighing, she points out the obvious as she makes her way into the bedroom to look through their bags.]

I really need new clothes, baby. Everything I have is dirty.

Yeah?

[He's listening, he's just scrubbing water off his face and out of his hair, so give him a second. After a glance in the mirror to temporarily smooth his hair back for now, he follows after her, spinning the towel through the air casually at his side a few times until it winds up wrapped around his elbow. Yeah, that's what he meant to do.]

I mean, I get by re-wearin' shit but it's probably time I got everything washed again too.

[But he's not that worried about it right now, so he shrugs and bends down to find one of the joints he rolled up back at Nesry's, then goes to where he tossed his jacket so he can get his lighter out.]

We haven't done laundry in a long time.

[So yeah, it's time they got their things washed. They don't need laundry detergent or anything, they've got soap here. She grabs all of her things, and chooses to stay naked as she goes back to the bathroom to dump everything into the tub.

There's still warm water in there, and she grabs her strawberry shampoo to make some bubbles in the water. She bends over the side of the tub and starts trying to scrub everything clean. It's so gross though, the water is turning almost black from all the dirt.]

Bring me your stuff and I'll try to get it clean!

[It's not the best way to use up that post orgasmic haze, but she's pretty sure they can get high in a few minutes and then everything will be perfect again.]

'Kay.

[She'll have to wait a second as he takes a hit from the joint, then sets it down on the nightstand so he can collect up his clothes and bring the armful over to dump it all in the water. Which, damn that's some murky shit.]

Man, you'd think we'd been rolling in mud this whole time.

[He laughs. Mud, dust, smoke and ashes, car exhaust. If he'd thought it was bad seeing it all rinse off their skin and out of their hair, there's a whole lot more where that came from on their clothes.]

Mud and blood.

[They're filthy and disgusting people, and they need to be better about washing their clothes. Scrubbing only goes on for so long before she decides to be ridiculous and step into the water so she can stomp and slosh it around like a washing machine.]

We can get them clean and let them dry, but I still want to get something to wear while we're here. This is 1967, right? It's your time! I want to get something cute. I'll even let you pick it out.

[He has good taste, she's sure he'll pick out something nice.]

[He laughs at that washing method, then figures, fuck it. It looks like fun, why should she get to be the only one? So he jumps in next to her to help, squelching wet fabric and slightly gritty water between his toes.]

Yeah, sure! I'll find you somethin' good. Man, it'll be nice to look around the city, won't it? See what all they got here.

[It's nice to look around every city, but something about creeping ever westward and also finally rejoining his own time definitely has his spirits high.

He slips a little on something, maybe a sock, maybe underwear, then catches himself on the rim of the tub. Good thing he only had one hit off that joint before jumping in or this could get really, really stupid really fast.]

[She gasps as he almost falls, and reaches out to grab him by both hands. This is the perfect chance to dance and be silly, which makes her quickly dissolve into laughter as they stomp and move together in the water. All good things have to come to an end though, and she eventually stumbles her way out of the tub so they can start wringing out the clothes and laying them around the bathroom to dry.]

This seems like a really fun city. Maybe we can go out tomorrow and go dancing finally.

[Something about this place strikes her as somewhere they can be together openly without there being any major issues. She really hopes she's right about that.]

[Time to towel off again, and finally drain the tub. Man, that's a lot of black dirt at the bottom of it, slowly filtering toward the drain. For a moment, it's like it stays there, resisting the pull of the water, which makes him watch it cautiously before deciding that his head is probably the problem, not the junk they washed off their clothes, and so he turns to help hang things instead of staring at a dirty tub. He shakes the unease off almost immediately and grins at the thought of dancing.]

Yeah! Finally. I feel like it's been too long, since we had to get the hell outta Louisiana. Bet this place has some great nightlife.

[He abandons his now extra-dirty towel to the floor rather than hanging it alongside their wet clothes, and goes to retrieve that joint. After a draw, he returns to offer it to her.]

Besides, that way I can scope out where I'm gonna play, before we leave town.

Exactly!

[Her voice is an excited squeak as she grins up at him, taking that joint so she can enjoy a little of it.]

I don't have to pretend to be your manager though, do I? I can just be in the front of the crowd enjoying the show?

[Because she has a feeling he's going to want to show off. And that means tons of rabid girls trying to get their hands on him or earn his attention. That just won't do. She's so excited about seeing him on stage that she dances in place, feet stomping in excitement as she hums one of his songs.]

Naw, I don't need a fuckin' manager. That was pretty funny though, you did great.

[He chuckles at her little dance, then throws his arms around her and takes the lead as he spins her in the space not occupied by their bags or his guitar on the floor.]

If people here know who we are, I'll figure somethin' out. All I gotta do is hold up the record cover next to my face, right?

[And hope the scar doesn't throw people off too much. And hope he can be seen by whoever it is he's trying to work out details with. But, future problem. It'll be fine.]

[Dancing! She loves dancing. Dancing while getting high is even better, and her head feels like it's floating way up in the void above before to long. She winds up stumbling forward and resting up against him when that happens, and her movements turn into more of a slow sway.

The joint definitely is passed back to him at that point. She's at her limit for now.]

We'll hold an entire bar at gunpoint or threaten to burn them down. Anything to get you on stage.

[As devoted as she is to him and his whims, it comes with her ability to be absolutely unhinged and not even realize it anymore. Their time together has changed how she views the world and how she thinks. So if it takes a fire or guns to make someone give him a chance on stage, then she'll make sure it happens.]

Well, hopefully we don't have to go that far. It's one thing if it's for me, or in another time, but, you know. Gotta act like the band's not just a buncha people who might break all the venue's windows if they say no, if we ever wanna play a real show here.

[He snickers and sways with her, arms draped over her shoulders. He loves her ferocity, and hell, if she wants to threaten to burn shit down, that doesn't cause him any problems. Crazy fans do crazy shit, right? Seems fine.]

'Course, if some asshole stiffed us on pay or whatever, he'd find out real quick not to fuck around. But other than that? Gotta act a little professional now an' then.

[Until someone gets drunk, or high, or stops giving a shit, all of which can and do happen regularly. The four of them can only be somewhat contained.]

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