beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[Chrissy sees the way the cop looks at her, and it makes her go quiet as she tries to figure out if he sees her the same way she sees Jason. If he sees her the same way all those people did when she was lost on the side of the road for a long time.

A monster.

If Johnnie sees her like that, he doesn't give any indication. Instead, he tries to empower her a little more. And she laughs at his suggestion, until it really sinks in what he's asking the pleading cop to do.]

You want him to lick my feet?

[The cop's face is filled with something close to hope, like maybe he's thinking Chrissy will be the one to talk some reason into the situation.]

You don't have to do that. Just kiss it.

[Her smile is more amused than cruel, but she points to her foot like it's not exactly a suggestion.]

He'll cut you if you don't do it.

[All that hope goes out as they're looked at like they're the devil himself. And in that moment, Chrissy feels so powerful she almost wants to cackle. So when she brings her foot up so it roughly bumps against the cop's chin, she doesn't feel anything but like she's on top of the world.]

You want to be let go, don't you?

[The cop spits at her and she gasps, jumping in surprise. Doesn't this guy know how gross that is?]

Fuck you, bitch. [Wait, is he talking to her or Johnnie?

What happened to the begging just a minute ago? She misses that. Chrissy knows how to get leverage over that. This newfound desperate anger he's showing, she has no idea how to respond.]

[All he feels right now is pride for Chrissy. Well, pride and love. Tonight is her night, and even if it started off a little rocky just outside the restaurant, she's making up for it in spades.

He circles the cop slowly just to make him more nervous, and when he's about to go check out what's in his car instead, Mr. fucking cop decides to spit at his girl, which draws him immediately over to stomp on one of his hands. There's a crunch of bone or knuckle - something in that hand popped or broke. He doesn't really care which. The guy's shrieking in pain now as he tries to scramble away, but he's slow with his injured leg and can't get to his feet quickly at all, so Johnnie comes over and kicks him in the ribs to knock him back down.]

You think you're funny, asshole? Or are you tryin' to be a big man now, suddenly? Don't like bein' called a coward, huh?

[He leans down to grab the guy's jacket, then has to dodge out of the way of a swing of his arm that almost connects with his nose. Undeterred, Johnnie grabs him by the wrist and pats around until he finds the guy's badge in his breast pocket, and pulls that out, stepping away as he reads it.]

Detective Aaron Burke. Culberson County Sheriff's Department. Well, nice to meet you, Aaron.

[The guy shouts, interrupting him.]

Fine! Fine, whatever creepy shit you ask for, I'll do it. Keep the badge, I'll kiss her feet, fine!

[Sounds like he's wavering between anger and fear, those two compelling forces. Johnnie folds up the badge and pockets it with a shrug, then looks at Chrissy. He might even be convinced to actually let the guy go, maybe, but he wants to search that car for goodies first.]

Well, now I don't want you to kiss my feet!

[Chrissy huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks away.]

You're really rude and you hurt my feelings. You'll have to beg me to let you kiss my shoe.

[Her smile is definitely wicked, and she's so touched by how Johnnie stepped in and messed this guy up for being terrible to her that she moves in closer to him for a quick kiss. Gosh, she loves him so much.

Poor Aaron's face contorts in fear and disgust, but the fight seems to be out of him now.]

Fine! Please, just don't hurt me! Let me live, and I'll kiss your feet.

[Chrissy glances back over toward him and fakes a yawn.]

I'm begging you, please! Please let me kiss your feet. It would mean so much to me if you...oh fuck, please just let me do this so he'll let me go.

[Hearing the fear in her voice makes her shiver with a feeling she can't describe. It makes her feel powerful. Invincible. She slowly extends her foot toward his face, and grins as he actually kisses her shoe. Twice. She thanks him by kicking him in the mouth and looking over at Johnnie for approval.]

I think he learned his lesson. Don't you?

[The true test will come with what happens when he goes over to the car. Because she knows that he's itching to get in there and see what he can find.]

[A grin spreads across his face as the guy starts actually begging, at Chrissy's request. Goddamn he loves his baby girl, making this guy actually go through with it. Fuck cops, fuck them absolutely and completely. This asshole probably deserves so much worse, but fuck it, he'll let him go now that he's satisfied with the outcome. See, he's not actually a complete monster or anything.

He gives Chrissy another kiss, and laughs a little as he pulls away.]

Yeah, I'd say so. All right, motherfucker, you get to go, but I ain't helpin' you to your car. You figure that shit out yourself, got it? After I'm done pokin' around.

[Time to investigate. He raises an eyebrow and smiles at Aaron like he's just having a grand fun time out here tonight and this is just some kind of joke, then lets himself into the car and sits in the burned wreckage of the driver's seat, mostly for temporary convenience. Man, there's so many things in here, these future cops must have all kinds of weird surveillance equipment and ooh, a fancy radio, too.

There's a sidearm that must have fallen out of the guy's hip holster, right on top of the seat, but the plastic is melted and he doesn't trust it. Hell, most of this stuff doesn't look usable anymore and it's hard to know what cool stuff might have been found if they hadn't blown the car up, but it was worth it. He does come away with a couple pairs of handcuffs and their keys, though, and that's a treat considering he hasn't seen the pair he and Chrissy had in a while. Maybe it's at the bottom of a bag somewhere, maybe it's gone, but it's fine, now there are more. Might be useful for non-sex things too some day.

The last thing he tries to do is pop the trunk, but it doesn't go - the lever works fine, but something in the latch must have broken or warped. So he gets out and forces it open with the blade of his knife, then looks inside.]

Oh, hell yeah! Here's the good shit. Bulletproof vest, some camera shit that looks pretty fucked now, damn. But, this! Hey, thanks buddy!

[He pulls out his true prize - bolt cutters. No padlock or heavy metal fencing will be stopping them any time soon.]

[Chrissy's busy gathering up more brush to put onto the fire while Johnnie looks around. She keeps her eye on Aaron, but he's busy grasping his bleeding face and trying to figure out if it's okay to move or not. She adds what she finds to the fire, and smiles over at Johnnie as he seems pleased with what he's found.]

Good haul, baby!

[She's distracted from cheering him on by Jason's lifeless husk crackling as it catches on fire all over again. The sight makes her satisfied, and she sighs in contentment as she decides to kick that body too. It feels so therapeutic, in fact, that she decides to kick him again and again and again. Over and over, until charred chunks start falling off of him.

Screaming as she does it, those tears settle in again. The gun had been nice. But this is better. It's a real physical sign of her getting rid of him once and for all. She wipes at her eyes and keeps kicking, until she can sense Johnnie approaching. No matter what's going on around her, she'll always be able to pick up when he's nearby.

Just his presence alone is enough to quell that rage, and she gives one final kick before stumbling back and turning to go toward Johnnie.]

Do you want to know something weird? I feel like a different person after tonight.

[He's just going over to the bike to tuck things away when he hears Chrissy kicking and screaming in some kind of intense emotional catharsis, and figures he'd better come check on her. As she stumbles toward him, he brings his arms up around her to hold her, warm and gentle. He closes his eyes and rubs her back.]

Yeah? In a good way, I hope. You did real good tonight. I loved bein' able to point the bike the right way to set you up to wreck this asshole.

[He chuckles, then brings a hand to her face to brush away her tears.]

Love that my sweet princess is so lethal when she wants to be. An' fuck anyone who tries to mess with you, huh?

[Aaron, who had been watching the chunks of burned monstrous body in continued shock and horror from his spot on the ground, now tries to resume dragging himself to something like safety. He reaches the car, and gasps in pain as he pulls himself into the front seat. Johnnie notices out of the corner of his eye, certainly hears him, but the guy's not any threat anymore. His attention is on Chrissy, who gets a soft and gentle, but lingering, victory kiss.]

[His touch soothes her instantly, and she's smiling by the time he kisses her. And oh, what a sweet kiss it is. It definitely feels like a turning point for her. She's capable of being soft and sweet, but absolutely vicious if she needs to be. ]

Definitely good. The best I've ever felt.

[Which isn't entirely true, because she's felt really good after sex sometimes. But this is a different kind of good, the kind that fills her heart with pride and makes her be a little more assertive as she kisses him again. The glow of the fire burns bright around them, wrapping them both up in a warm embrace.]

So I guess I can say fuck anyone that wants to mess with me. They won't know who they're messing with.

[Her nose nuzzles against his, and her arms coil around him so she can get him to sway with her a little. It's not exactly dancing in the firelight, but it's close enough that it makes her happy. Aaron doesn't even exist to her anymore.]

Did you get your new toys back on the bike?

[He'll take that sway as close enough, certainly, with the crackle of the fire as their music. He leads as they slowly move, and then he pulls her into a dip so her hair reflects all that golden light as it falls - and while she's there, he kisses at her throat, all warm and soft, before pulling her back up into his arms.]

Yeah, mostly. Gotta actually attach the bolt cutters somehow but I'll get there. You want music?

[He's not actually going to wait for an answer to that. As they sway back and forth he guides them toward the bike until he's just close enough to pull away for a second and turn on the radio. He switches through a few stations, then lets it settle on one playing some Johnny Cash, like they'd heard back in Nashville. It's not exactly the kind of slow dancing tune he'd choose if he could, but it works better than polka and whatever that other shit was.]

Been a wild fuckin' ride the last few weeks. I almost can't believe we saw him sing this live.

We're really lucky that we got to.

[She has that breathy, dreamy quality to her voice now that he's kissed at her neck and has made her want to paw at him. But he's got music on and they're dancing, and that's good too.]

But I think we're lucky that we get to dance to it now, too.

[It's a sweet moment for them, nice and romantic. Inside the smoldering remains of what used to be his police cruiser, Aaron watches in horror as everything around him is on fire. As Chrissy and Johnnie move together, it only seems to grow brighter and hotter, like they themselves are a force of nature. That flame grows in magnitude as she whispers into his ear and rubs her hands along his back.]

We should find somewhere to pull over in a little while. I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off of you for long.

[His grin becomes toothy as he holds her close, nips at her ear, and then kisses her again only to pull at her bottom lip with his teeth as he breaks it off.]

What, you mean the middle of the highway in front of your ex's smoldering corpse don't do it for ya?

[He laughs. No, probably sooner or later another car will pass by here and there'll be a whole scene. Someone will come find the shitty detective. Not the best place for a victory fuck, even if laying her down right here by the fire is so tempting. Running off to hide in the field beside them wouldn't do either, everything here is covered in dust and thorns.

He grinds his hips against her anyway, then laughs, a little breathless with sudden need.]

Guess we oughta get on our way.

Oh yeah. We better.

[She laughs, squeezing his butt as she grinds against him in return. That makes her shiver with want as she pulls away. She leans in to steal one more kiss before she takes hold of his hand and starts leading the way back to the bike. It's been a fun, rewarding stop here in town. But she's more than ready and needy for him and wants to get somewhere they can have a little victory fun.]

Maybe we can find a good tree somewhere out here in the desert. We always really like those.

[That's teasing...mostly. She wouldn't say no to a tree right about now. But she behaves herself as they get situated on the bike, only wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she kisses the back of his neck.]

Mm, that we do.

[But there aren't many trees out here. The real trouble is that this section of highway is poorly-lit and it's hard to see much past the road at night with just his bike headlight.

But it's fine, they'll figure it out. First step is to get on the bike and make sure those bolt cutters are coming along with them, and then get moving past all this flaming wreckage and one injured fuckoff cop. A shiver runs down his spine at that kiss to the back of his neck, and he breathes out through his nose.

Sitting on a bike while getting hard is not the most comfortable.

But an option presents itself in just a few minutes, as a gravel road turns right off the highway, and he takes it. It crosses the train tracks and winds up in some kind of makeshift ranch parking area, or maybe it's just a turnaround, because other than gravel and darkness and thorny shrubs, there's really nothing at all for miles as far as he can tell. No lights, just the sound of wind and crickets and the bike engine, which he cuts off.

And then he hops off the bike and slides his hands up under her top, kissing her before she even has a chance to move while he palms at her breasts.]

Fuck, baby girl, you're so fuckin' hot. My little flame.

[It would be creepy out here, if it weren't for the stars and the moonlight. They make it romantic as he gets off the bike and sets right to giving her the attention that she's craving. He touches at her breasts and kisses her until she's breathless, and she has her hands all over him as she makes a soft needy sound.]

I want you so bad.

[It's not fair, how attractive and amazing he is. He's able to reduce her to a whining mess in barely any time at all. At least right now, she's able to wrap her legs around him so she can grind against him, and her hand guides his to palm at her breasts just how she likes it.]

Making me burn so hot for you.

[Her laughter is breathless as she nips at his lip, before her head ducks and she works her mouth along his throat.]

[He groans softly at the feel of her lips and teeth on his throat, angling his head so she can do more of that with ease. Her grinding, too, her insistence on what she wants and where she wants it, fuck. That confidence is so goddamn hot.]

Yeah, babe, I wanna feel it. I wanna be inside all that heat.

[This is one of those nights he's not going to bother to undress. It would take too damn long. He pulls his hands away from her to undo his belt buckle, and unzip his pants, and that's going to have to be good enough. His hands are back on her as quickly as they can be, and while one curls around her back so he can hold her close and kiss at her collarbone, the other runs up a leg until he can rub his hand firmly between them, in what space he can find despite the seat of the bike.]

No trees here, babe, an' all the bushes are fuckin' spiky. But we always got the bike, an' I can't wait to spread you wide open on top of it an' fuck you hard.

[Who needs to get naked? Not them, here and now. Nope. She's way too wound up for that. He's rubbing at her and she's gasping and rocking against his touch, and he's whispering words to her that make her shudder. He's worked her up into a frenzy, and she whimpers his name as her touch fumbles its way into his pants. She wants to get at his cock, but he's doing one hell of a job distracting her from trying.]

Yes, yes -

[She gasps, biting at her lip as she tries her best to lean back against the seat. But it feels so uneven that she might topple over. So maybe that doesn't work. Time for a new plan: being as cute as she can and begging him for what she wants.]

Baby please, can you bend me over the bike and fuck me? I need to feel you.

[Like she has to ask? But he sure as hell can't resist. He pulls his mouth off her and backs away a half-step, dragging her with him only to turn her around once her feet touch the ground and push her forward over the bike seat. There's an admittedly awkward moment of helping her scoot into a position that's both relatively comfortable and also aligned along the length of the bike rather than across it, just to prevent them knocking the damn thing over with her on it - only awkward for the pause, though, in his having to help arrange her while they'd both rather submit to the sensation of each other.

It's worth it, though. Johnnie gives a soft chuckle that has an edge of hunger to it as he leans over her, grabbing her shoulders as he grinds down against her ass, cock exposed to the cool night air and the roughness of that candy-striped fabric. He scrapes teeth across the bare skin of her shoulder as he grasps at her hips, then sucks at a spot while his hands tug her panties down just enough to make room. There's no patience, no gentleness as he thrusts himself into her right after, and then sets a pace that speaks all too well of his raw need.]

I wanted you in front of that fire. Almost couldn't wait, coulda had you right there. Tonight's for you, baby girl.

[All for her. There's nothing quite as hot as her with fire in her eyes, taking her victory for herself against the things in the dark.]

[She sharply cries out as he thrusts into her, and she claws at the bike to try and stay steady as she delights in the pace he sets. He's clearly needy for her, just as much as she is for him. And it's so good, the way he takes what she says and indulges her. Even better are the things he tells her, which make her want him so much more she breathlessly laughs.]

You should have had me there. I would've -

[Her toes curl against her shoes as she gasps, rocking back against him to try and drive him home a little deeper. Tonight's for her, alright. He's really giving it his all, which is why she feels a little bad when she only lets him get in a few thrusts more before she's reaching back to claw at him instead of the seat.]

Wait, wait. I want to face you now.

[Changing position in the middle of things might get dicey, but it'll probably be worth it. Oh, she still rocks against him because she's greedy and wanting and loves the feel of him that much. But she can be patient enough to wait and see if they're even able to switch things up without getting completely frustrated.]

Uh, sure.

[Better hope she can balance like this, then. He has to pull out and help flip her over, but once she's on her back, he grabs first at her legs so he can just take the damn panties off her before they get too irritating, flings those carelessly aside, then leans down over her and positions her legs over his shoulders.]

You hold the fuck on, don't go fallin' off sideways.

[He laughs a little, though it's really only half laughing, and otherwise panting, then presses in firmly and gets right back to fucking her like he needs it the way he needs air. He clutches her waist in his fingers, digging nails into her skin, and although he can't quite bend low enough like this to kiss her, he watches her for each one of those gorgeous reactions as he thrusts into her. With her legs up like this he can sink deep into that tight heat, and it's so good it's nearly overwhelming.]

[She's thinking that it can't be that hard to hold on. But laying back on the bike is a little challenging, and she surprisingly has to trust him more to help hold her up. Like this though, she can watch his face as he fucks her. She wants to kiss him, but that can come later. Right now, he's pistoning nice and deep and he's doing a great job of making her writhe and scream for him.

Why bother being totally quiet, when she's as into this as she is?

Her fingernails dig into him wherever she can touch, trying to hold onto him and stay on the bike. Maybe this wasn't the best position to ask for, but she loves getting to see him. After tonight, she wants to just spend hours soaking up every bit of him that she can. Yeah, they have to get back on the road soon. But until then, it's just the two of them and the darkness they belong to, with the stars shining dimly overhead.]

[He grins as she screams her pleasure, and whines out a gasp and groan of his own as that constant drag and grind wrings it from him. Out here, there's nothing to hear them but the jackrabbits, and those have probably all bolted, afraid of the wild creatures howling their lust for each other under the moon.

He straightens up a little as he wraps his arms around her thighs, changing the angle just slightly, and fuck does that send a bolt of pleasure through him. From here, standing more upright, she's laid out before him like some kind of night goddess draped over his bike and fuck, his eyes drink in the sight, from her perfect little lips crying out for him, all the way down to where his cock is buried inside her. Something tightens low in his belly, and he snakes a hand down to pinch and roll at her clit as he can tell he won't make it much longer. His lips are against her knee, kissing and mouthing at her skin when he suddenly comes hard, and a breathy moan traces across her leg as he works himself deep into her a few more times before he finally has to stop.]

[It's the combination of feeling his lips against her knee and working at her clit that makes her whine, but it isn't until she feels him come inside her that she follows him over the edge. She's dragging her nails against her own body when she comes, her breathing hard as her orgasm tears through her.

She's left panting and reaching up to pet at his hair, and her touch idly slips down so her fingertips are pressed against his cheek.]

Oh my god, baby. We've got to have nights like this more often.

[She's not sure she'll be able to walk right later, but that's okay. This was definitely worth it. Right now though, she's desperately trying to shift so he can lean in to kiss her.]

[Goddamn, his knees are a little weak after that orgasm, and he has to steady himself by holding onto her legs for a second before he pulls out so he can sink all the way down on top of her and claim all the kisses she'll give. It takes a few seconds to clear the haze from his head, and then he smiles at those soft touches of hers and presses his cheek against her hand, simply enjoying her touch for now.]

Well, there'll be more. Promise you that. We have so many nights ahead of us where we'll have somethin' to celebrate.

[He aches for the cacophony of it all, the chaos and joy of having friends all around, howling their triumph at the night sky, passing drugs and booze around a fire that eats away at whoever dared to cross them. They'll find moments to steal away together, and then later rejoin the party and all that revelry under the stars.

But until then, they have this and it's damn good too. He smiles against her lips and kisses her again, slower this time.]

I wish we could be back home tonight.

[She's still breathless, and smiles more as he kisses her again. This kiss is slower and more passionate, the emotion and bond between them amplifying the sensation. She only lets him pull away when she feels her lips are kiss swollen and red, and it's then that she tries to sit upright so he doesn't have to completely support her anymore.]

But this really has been the best night I've ever had. Thank you for helping me become so strong, Johnnie.

[One more kiss won't hurt anything. This one is just as slow and drawn out as the one before it, but somewhere in the midst they manage to get her off the bike and onto her own feet. Which is good, because she has to straighten out her skirt and go hunting for her panties.]

Aw, babe, you're welcome. You did it yourself, though, just had to have someone show you how.

[He helps her down, an arm around her as she hops to the ground, and flicks on his lighter to help hunt down where he'd thrown those. It's not like they went far, thankfully, and the light fabric shows up easily enough against the gravel.

He zips himself up as she gets them back on, and then pulls her in for one more kiss before they both get back onto the bike. He takes a deep breath of cool desert night air, leans back into her hold for a satisfying moment, and then gets the engine purring underneath them as he turns and makes their way back onto the highway. Talk about one worthwhile little stop.]

Not much left of Texas. You still got your heart set on cowgirl boots?

[At some point early in the state she'd asked about those, right? Fact is, though, they can find those anywhere all the way west, too. It's not like the world will run out of cowboys the moment they cross into New Mexico.]

No, that's okay. There's things that are more important to me than cowgirl boots and a hat.

[She may laugh as she says it, but she really means it. Johnnie getting home is so important, and seeing him happy is important to her. Besides, she can find boots in California. And hats. And probably any other clothes she sets her heart on. LA has a lot going for it.

It's impossible to resist squeezing him a little tighter in a hug, and she imagines how excited they'll be once they get closer to home.]

Let's yeehaw out of Texas, okay? We can stop whenever you get tired.

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