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May. 22nd, 2023 at 8:56 PM
[So this is how he gets away with it, then. Cruz, a skeleton, with a skeleton horse, lives in a skeleton of a house with a skeletal barn attached - and he remains unseen, his home apparently abandoned, all the way on the outskirts of this thing that's barely a town.
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
Well, you do what you gotta do, and Johnnie won't turn down a kind offer of a safe place to stay the night. He can't help but grin at Chrissy having such a good time riding that bony horse as he pulls the bike in through the barn door and parks it to the side, then hops off.]
Hey man, we owe ya for this. Here.
[See, this is yet another reason it's good to stock up on alcohol. He finds their most recent stolen bottle of tequila and pulls it out as he saunters over to their host and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
On us. Uh, if you drink, that is. You do drink, right?
[Normally that would be a dumb question to ask but the guy appears to be actual bones. But, bones that can smoke, without lungs, so he can probably drink without a mouth, right?
That earns a laugh from Cruz.]
I sure do, fella. You don't have to, though. I'm not looking for any kind of repayment, just helping out a couple folks in need.
[Johnnie shakes his head and waves that attempt off.]
Nah, it's all yours. Or if you really insist, we can all split it tomorrow, the three of us an' the rest of your crew. Can't wait to meet 'em. They all skeletons too?
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It would be rude not to kiss him when they're this close and he's so warm, but she's careful to keep it chaste because this isn't their house and they're not alone here. ]
You know what? We're really lucky. We get to ride with skeleton cowboys tomorrow. Do you think all their horses are skeletons too?
He breaks off the kiss and nibbles at her ear.]
Mm. We dunno if they're all skeletons but if they are, they better be riding skeleton horses too. Or skeleton mules. People ride mules too, right?
[What about skeleton donkeys? Can people ride skeleton longhorn cows? Because that would be so fucking Texas he'd - Well, he's not sure what he'd do. Be really excited about it. Try to take one home, maybe, fuck Alex, they can fit a skeleton longhorn somewhere.]
Staying quiet.]
People ride all kinds of things, baby.
[Her answer is distracted, as she breaks off the kiss and slowly works her mouth down along his neck.]
We should go to sleep.
[That's said for her own benefit, and she sighs against his skin as she breaks away.]
I know. I know we should...
[Fuck. She's right, and he's determined not to make their host too weirded out, because he's such a cool guy and for some reason he wants Cruz to like them. Maybe just because he's the only person in town so far who seems to get them, and the only person they've met who they've really talked to about half the things they've been through.
So he sighs, but nods like he's really decided it now, and relaxes his hold on her. Tomorrow, when the guy's out but if they wake up before he gets back in for lunch, then hell, she'll get something to ride, all right.]
Okay. Yeah, time to sleep.
[He'll just lie down right here with her still in his arms, tugged tight against his chest.]
The blankets beneath them are uncomfortable after that lavish bed they just had back in New Orleans, but he's nice and warm and soft against her. The alcohol and drugs in her system work wonders to make her eyes feel heavy, and it's only a matter of thirty seconds or so before she's feeling like she might doze off right away.]
Goodnight, Johnnie. Love you.
[Loves him, and loves this life they have. When she falls asleep, it's with a smile on her face. She sleeps restlessly, thanks to her dreams, but with his arms around her she knows she's safe and those dreams do little more than haunt her. She's so tired that she doesn't start to stir until well into the next day, when the sunlight is streaming through the window and she can't ignore it any longer.]
[He means it, but he giggles a little anyway, both because he felt compelled to say it in Spanish and also because he's just feeling that way right now in general.
It takes a while for him to fall asleep, but when he does, he sleeps soundly. No shitty dreams, no boogeymen, just the comfort of her in his arms and the combined pot and alcohol to keep his mind quiet.
He's awake before she is, but not all that much earlier. Just early enough, though, to get up, poke his head out the door, then investigate the kitchen. What do skeletons eat and drink, other than apparently tequila?
Not a whole lot, is the answer. There's a paltry sack of coffee beans on a shelf that looks dusty, and he can't for the life of him figure out where a grinder is or what it would look like in this time period. There's a jar of cornmeal though, and some salted pork and a bowl full of fresh eggs. Well, hell, those look pretty good.
But judging by where the sun is in the sky, maybe it's better to just wait, so he comes on back to the room to see her squinting against the sunlight.]
Morning, baby girl. You sleep okay?
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.]
[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.
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
[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'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.]
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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.