beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[Her breath is held in anticipation as he scoots downward. She's sensitive enough that even the warmth of his breath makes her whimper with need. Thankfully, he's not seeking to tease her. His tongue sets to work with purpose and her fingers thread through his hair, gently rubbing against his scalp for now.]

You're going to burn me down to nothing if you keep it up.

[She laughs, stroking his hair as she parts her legs a little more. One of her legs curls upward enough she can rest her foot against his shoulder, and when her toes curl as her back arches and she squirms against him she's able to dig in. There's worry that she might press him away, but she doesn't press hard enough to do that. She just braces herself as he starts to quickly work her toward seeing stars.]

[He'd respond, but his mouth is busy and he's enjoying her reactions too much to stop. That, and the feel of her fingers against his head is kind of hypnotic somehow. All of it's nice and none of it's worth changing right away. He laps at her entrance, presses inside and strokes with his tongue at all that warmth and wet, then resumes tracing her folds and circling her clit.

And he, too, is finally starting to feel like he could use some attention. He's not desperate for it, he could easily get her off like this and love every moment of it and then let her decide what she wants to do with him after, but either way, there's heat low in his groin that will soon ache for much more contact.

As she presses against his mouth, seeking her pleasure, he briefly smiles against her skin and drags his nails down the back of her thigh so she can feel those bright little streaks of near-pain to couple with all the rest of it.]

[He works her to the point where she's desperate to come, whining and gasping little fucks as she writhes against him. Eventually her foot does press firm against his shoulder, urging him to back away and stop. She's really panting, face flushed and lips parted so she and whisper his name.]

Johnnie, wait. Wait, baby, wait.

[And when he obliges she grins, sitting up and resting back on her elbows.]

Stay there on the floor, just -

[She very reluctantly pries herself away from him, and shifts to crawl over toward the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. There's a few seconds where she stays like that and teases at his cock with little kisses and only a brief moment in her mouth, but she pulls off quickly and turns around so her backside is to him.]

Can you reach me if you stand? Or do you want to get in the bed?

[The position doesn't matter as much to her, she just is trying to make it quicker and easier for him to bury himself inside her so they both get what they want.]

[Oh, that teasing little mouth of hers is almost too much. He gives a quiet groan at the attention, and is briefly dismayed when she stops, but it's quickly clear what her aim is. He smiles as he stands up and rests a hand on the small of her back, then holds her by the hips and grinds himself against her rear.]

Oh, I can reach you just fine.

[And he's not going to delay, not now. That little teasing grind was enough. He wastes no further time and presses into her, but this time there's none of the desperation from before. He holds tight to her hips and gives a nice, slow, even drag in and out, reaching deep rather than trying for fast.]

Ohhhh...

[The word is drawn out, low and deep as he presses into her. She'd be fine with something desperate and hard, but this is so good after the slow burn he's just warmed her over with. Her palms press against the mattress, fingers flexing. And she meets his slow thrusts with gentle rocks and no urgency to turn this into something rough.

He's really able to press deep within her like this, and it's impossible to stay quiet with every slow move he makes. There's no reason to be quiet though. It's good to let him know she likes this and is enjoying herself.]

You feel so good.

[This position is great, actually, he's finding. Plenty of leverage, good angle to reach nice and deep. He tips his head back a little as he thrusts, panting softly at the intensity of the feeling.]

Fuck. Is it dumb to say "you, too"? Goddamn, though.

[Probably dumb but this isn't exactly his moment of peak intelligence, and he'll blame that mostly on the lingering high more than anything else. He knows exactly what he's doing, otherwise.

And now that he's struck the pace he wants, he leans down - not enough to kiss her, as it would make the angle more difficult, but enough to reach a hand forward to caress her breasts and then press in on her belly just to make her feel that pressure inside her even more intensely.]

No.

[She can barely gasp out the word, as her head ducks and she digs her fingers into the sheets. His hand against her belly makes her shudder, goosebumps rising up over her skin as she shakily groans. She leans forward a little more, which changes the angle of her hips. He has to give her a hand getting back upright again, because it's only a few more presses deep into her and she comes.

It feels like her arms are trembling, barely able to support her weight. She holds out to let him finish before she collapses down cheek first against the bed, a big grin on her face.

That?

Was just as good as the fun they had in the tub. Even better in some ways. If there's one thing she really loves about them, it's that they always keep things interesting, no matter how horny they are and how often they have sex.]

[He's so close already when she comes, but he holds out just to extend that incredible feeling as long as he can. Just a few more thrusts, a few more moments of raw feeling that has him panting with pleasure. A moan in the shape of her name comes out, and that's when he too finally comes, rocking into her a few final shallow times before letting her slip away. He stumbles himself right onto the bed next to her, smiling, warm and satisfied.]

When those fuckers finally come to drop off the food I'm just gonna yell at 'em to leave it at the door. I'm not gettin' a towel.

[He grins lazily and strokes fingers through her hair, then places a kiss on the tip of her nose.]

[Her nose scrunches a little as he kisses it, and she's left smiling as she cups his cheek and guides him in to press his forehead against hers. It helps bring herself down to Earth, when they share the same breaths and are pressed so close she forgets there's a world outside the two of them.

When they're like this, he's the only thing that matters to her. And as much as she's looking forward to food, she doesn't want him to pull away just yet.]

Good. Because I want to lay together just like this for a little while.

[Her fingers run through his hair, and she holds him close and enjoys the moment. It's pretty bad timing that there's a knock at the door, and the sound of a man's voice calling out room service. Chrissy laughs and groans, letting go of Johnnie so she can shout at the door.]

Leave it at the door, please! We're busy!

[There's a call of a "yes, ma'am"! and the sound of footsteps shuffling away. Johnnie shakes his head, amused by the whole thing.]

Yeah, busy's right. I bet he can figure that out, us orderin' fancy food an' sending him off without seeing us. Wonder if he smells the pot? But, y'know, we're celebrating not dying in a fire, right?

[Definitely calls for celebrating, that story. He gives her one more kiss, but then finally pulls away, because he really is actually hungry and fries are better when hot.

He listens at the door for a second to make sure there's truly nobody in the hallway, then opens it up to grab the tray and bring it in, closing the door behind him with his heel. And hell, looking at all this food, smelling it, he's practically drooling.]

Fuck that smells good. Look at this, the lobster's drenched in butter. And -

[He sets the food down on the table just as he starts laughing. There are two glasses of coke with maraschino cherries floating in them, and he points them out.]

Fanciest fuckin' cherry coke you ever saw!

[She rolls her way out of bed, and practically floats over to the table. She's already high and content, but adding fancy cherry cokes and food to the mix? Fucking amazing.

She grabs a glass of coke first, and takes an experimental sip. It's not exactly how it normally tastes, but it's good. And it's really sweet that they've tried. She's utterly charmed by it, actually, and has a goofy grin on her face as she reaches over to grab a few fries.]

You know, I think I want to eat the ice cream first. It's already starting to melt.

[He can start with the steak or lobster, but her eyes are on the sweets.]

Did you want some?

You have as much of that as you want, babe. I'll finish what you can't eat.

[He's after that steak, himself, and sits himself right down and grabs a fork and knife to start carving it up. It smells incredible, he just can't get over that. This kitchen does shit just right.

And when he finally has a bite, he practically melts in his chair with satisfaction.]

Bliss. Fuckin' bliss. Icing on the cake. What a night.

[She's just scooped a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, but still manages to smile over at him when he seems so delighted by the steak. He definitely loves his steaks, but this one must be really good. She's laughing a little when she leans over to kiss him, and the taste of her ice cream mixes with steak. It's an interesting combo, to say the least.]

It's been a really eventful night.

[That's easy to agree with. After their mission with Cruz, to the tornado, to driving all the way here? It's been a long, long day. But she's glad this is how they're ending it, hiding away from the chaos and darkness that exists out beyond the hotel. They haven't exactly done much resting yet, but she already feels recharged and ready to conquer whatever tomorrow brings.

Before she can do that, though, she needs steak. She waits for him to carve up another piece or two, and then grabs a fork so she can steal one of the pieces. She knows exactly what she did, because she's grinning with satisfaction as she eats it. And he's right. It is bliss. She sighs once she's swallowed and slinks back in her chair.]

Maybe we should've ordered four of these.

[He grins as he certainly allows her little act of theft - he'd intended on splitting some of everything, after all, because he sure wants a taste of that lobster too. He nudges his plate toward her, in fact, so she can easily steal more since clearly she enjoyed that so much.]

Yeah, maybe. I thought maybe this would be too much, but I feel like I could eat an elephant right now.

[Which means it's time for a handful of fries. The crunch and the grease and the salt hits just right.

And before he's full, he'll sure prove he's able to make his way through his share of all of what they ordered, but eventually he's left sagging in his chair and sipping at his coke, completely content and very full. He taps his foot on the floor as he hums a song in his head, the latest one he wrote for her that probably could still use some work but he likes where he's come with it.]

[She's finishing off her cherry coke as he taps his foot and hums, and she enjoys listening to it because she knows exactly what song it is. A slow smile spreads out across her face, until it's toothy and almost a little silly. But it's okay if she looks like a dork in front of him. He doesn't mind.]

You have to sing that one on stage sometime.

[It's hard to resist leaning forward to steal a quick kiss, so she doesn't. She grabs a couple of fries as she leans back into her chair, and swirls them in the remaining ice cream to see how she likes the mix of salty and sweet. ]

Or sing it right now for me. For real, I mean! Not just humming.

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[He finishes a swallow of his soda and reaches under the table with his foot to tap his toes against her - well, apparently ankle since that's what he found first. That works.]

Glad you like it so much. Some day it'll wind up on stage, promise.

[Whether the rest of the band wants to pick it up or not, since he can always do little solo gigs here and there. But he likes picturing it with a fuller sound, all four instruments going at once, maybe some hand claps. And why wouldn't they want to? Everyone loves a fun love song. It'll speak to more people out there than just the two of them.

He chugs down the rest of his soda as an excuse to wet his throat, then hops up out of his chair to grab his guitar. He's not afraid to sing without backing music, but it just sounds... naked. Funny thought considering he's wearing nothing more than an instrument right now, as he sits back down and slings the strap over his shoulders, but there it is. He strums a few chords just to tweak the tuning, since the guitar does pretty well on their journeys but they sure do lug the poor thing through some weird conditions, and then starts in, singing it for her with a pause here and there as he tweaks the melody before resuming.]

Startin' to come together, a little at a time.

[She's absolutely taken with him has he plays and sings for her, just the same as she always is. He has such a good voice and just his stage presence alone is enough to put her under his spell. She doesn't even really notice when he pauses, and fills in any pauses with some well timed claps to the beat.

Actually, now that she hears the hand claps along with what he's got going? It's pretty catchy and fun. As he finishes up, that musical clapping turns into actual applause.]

You're going to be a huge star someday.

[And she's going to be there to support him the entire way. It's great they're able to see and do these things after death, because with the rest of forever stretching out before them he deserves a chance to be a famous musician.]

I hope so. Might just be a star for ghosts, but I'll take it, I guess.

[It really remains to be seen just how things will work for them. Plenty of living people seem like they can see them just fine, but there are plenty who don't. And what if that changes over time? What if it depends on unknown factors? He's not worried about it, really, just curious how it'll impact his audience. And, more especially, his role in the band.

But, one day at a time, like he always does. He strums a few chords idly, not really part of any song in particular but just a progression he feels like thumbing through. The sun will be up in a few hours, meaning the hotel will try to contact people who won't actually pay for their room. They can probably squat here a while anyway before they get as far as trying to kick them out, but just in case, he gets up, stretches, puts his guitar away, then drags the chair he was sitting in over to the door and wedges it under the knob before sliding the deadbolt shut.]

There. I'm gonna bet those idiots downstairs don't try to drag us out tomorrow morning, but if they do, that'll slow 'em down.

[And now it's time for a post-meal cigarette.]

[He's thinking ahead and planning for the possibility of trouble. That makes her smile a little, and she gets up out of the chair to try and clean up their mess. Not all the way, just enough that the room doesn't start smelling like dirty food. She also goes to check on their washed clothes, which are all...still really wet. No surprise there.

She makes her way back out to him right after, so she can wrap her arms around him from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder.]

Do you want to try laying down and seeing if we can sleep? Just in case they do get in tomorrow morning.

[He smiles around the cigarette and settles an arm over hers, and takes his smoke in the other hand while leaning a little into her hold.]

I wouldn't mind tryin' to get some shut-eye. I think we've earned it, haven't we?

[Not that sleep needs to be earned, but the fact is they've done a lot lately and it's probably a good opportunity to catch up on sleep. Tomorrow ought to be a nice big full day, after all.

After another draw from the cigarette, he pulls away to set it down and grab his toothbrush. And once he's all good and ready, he wriggles his way under the blankets. If it takes him a while to actually fall asleep, that's all right. He has music in his head and now is as good a time as any to think about it some more.]

[On the other hand, it doesn't take Chrissy long at all to get drowsy. She fights it a little, curled up beside him and letting her fingers play with his. It's the kind of gentle fidgeting that puts her in a mellow place. Her foot rubs against his, and she finds happiness in the quiet stretch of time that draws out between them.]

Hey Johnnie?

[Her voice is soft and tired when she finally speaks up.]

Do you have any songs about the moon?

What, you hopin' for a lullaby?

[He grins and looks over at her, lying there so sweetly at his side, and strokes a hand down her back.]

Yeah, we got one. Just called Moon Song actually. One a' those things that was supposed to be a working title 'til it got a better one, but then it stuck. Guess I'll sing it for you, if you like, but I ain't gettin' my guitar at this point. Bed's too comfy.

["If she likes" meaning he knows she wants him to, so he's not even really going to wait for an affirmative there. Also this is one song that really deserves a lot more upbeat energy than lying in bed can achieve, but hell, he can pretend for now it's something more romantic. The lyrics almost sound like it is, anyway, until you listen harder and know a thing or two about their usual themes.]

Sing it for me?

[She requests, and of course she probably doesn't need to. He starts singing before the words are even all the way out of her mouth, and she listens carefully to the words. It's not meant to be a lullaby, that's for sure. But she thinks it sounds romantic enough. She's getting drowsy and doesn't listen to the words all that closely, but she definitely makes a note to ask him to sing it again later so she can learn the words.]

That was really beautiful, baby. [She whispers once he's done, and turns her head to kiss at his cheek.]

Maybe you could teach me the words tomorrow?

Sure, if you want. I'll play it so it sounds right.

[Or close enough to right, since it'll be acoustic. She must have really liked it though if she's wanting to learn the words to it, considering it seems the rest she's content to just pick up on as she hears them more.]

Get some sleep now, babe.

[She sounds like she's just about there. He kisses her on the forehead, and lets his eyes stay closed. Hopefully he'll get there too, soon enough. Maybe even stay asleep without weird dreams of moons and strange ancient beings from who the fuck knows where.]

[Her dreams are restless. They usually are these days. She dreams of giant monsters, and tentacle monsters in the dark place beneath Hawkins, and of fires that consume the entire world. She murmurs in her sleep, tossing and turning. The sun's already coming up when she jumps awake, sitting up and looking all around her. She's breathing hard, but the panic starts to subside when she feels Johnnie next to her.

She can't see him, even through the dim traces of sunrise coming through the windows. But his presence is unmistakable, as is the warmth of him against her. She settles back down against him, nuzzling up beneath his arm so it's wrapped around her. They wind up shifting together, so they're on their sides and his chest is pressed against her back. Whether he's awake and aware of it or he's just instinctively doing it doesn't matter to her. All she knows is that it makes her feel safe and sound.

That enables her to fall back asleep, until he starts to shift when he wakes up. Her hand grabs at his arm to keep him there, as her eyes flutter open. She can hear the door handle jiggling, the chair that's blocking it preventing someone from getting inside.]

I think they're trying to get in.

[Her hand taps at his arm before she moves to sit up, glaring over at the door for giving them a wake up call.]

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