![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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?
Comments
Mm, sounds like a good idea to me. Could be real useful.
[He's more invested in touching her than talking about crying, though. He trails hands from her hair down over her back, then pulls her snug against him. Yeah, so maybe every time they shower together he gets to wanting her, but why wouldn't he?]
Are you already clean?
[Not like she'll tell him to stop what he's doing, even if he says no. But she feels like maybe she should try at least a little to pretend like she's keeping them on track. That idea is abandoned in about two seconds, in favor of teasing him a little.]
Or did you decide to stay dirty?
[He can take that in whatever way he wants, but she's laughing as she leans in to kiss him.]
Get too clean an' you never have any fun.
[He keeps one hand at the small of her back, holding her close, then tips his head down to kiss at her throat as his other hand strokes her side and cups her breast.]
Always thought "good clean fun" was fuckin' bullshit anyway, those people are too afraid of livin' life.
We have plenty of good clean fun.
[Their playing music is good clean fun. Dancing usually is too. But he's right, their dirty fun is a lot more enjoyable. Like this, she can always enjoy it when they're naked and grinding against one another and working up toward friction and heat and feeling nothing but pleasure.]
But this kind of fun is my favorite.
[She laughs, already breathless as his lips graze across a sensitive spot on her neck. It makes her squirm in her arms, even as she tries to grind against him.]
[Once again he has to wonder how he got so damned lucky. It feels so good to grind against her, to murmur words against her skin as he backs her against the shower wall and drags his hips against hers while rolling her nipple in his fingers. She's so perfect, the way she molds against his body and responds to every touch.]
Though if you think we're rinsed off enough, we could always move over to that jacuzzi. Take a little more space to stretch our limbs.
We can move over in a minute.
[She promises, her hand slowly touching and teasing at him. Her thumb grazes against the tip right as she nibbles at his neck.]
I've got an idea for a game. Do you want to play?
[Seeming to change her mind about getting over into the tub, she turns the water off and gently nudges him out of the shower.]
Sure babe, I'll play. What's your game?
[He lets her guide him at first, stepping out of the shower and dripping water as he goes. Before he gets too far away from her he leans in for a kiss, passionate and firm, as he digs nails into her hips as just the slightest assertion that he isn't completely pliable here. A game sounds fun, but he's bound to play it on his own terms.]
Let's play rock, paper, scissors. If I get best two out of three, you have to watch me come first before you can touch me or anything. And if you win...
[She pauses, leaning back enough that he can see her arched eyebrows. Since she's already tipping away, she might as well pull out of his hold completely so she can turn on the tub. That needs to fill up before they can get in. ]
What would you want to win, babe?
[Because why wait, when immediate indulgence is his favorite option? Her teasing little game makes him want nearly the opposite of her choice, and he's ready to find out who gets their wish.
The tub is filling, his skin aches to be pressed against her, and he readies his hands and watches her with a grin.]
You ready?
[One, two, three, scissors.]
[A little sass tries to throw him off his groove, but he's not so easily swayed. He throws out scissors, and she laughs as she does as well. Okay, a tie for the first round. Not bad, not bad.]
Maybe if we tie, we could do both.
[Because why wait and deny themselves, when they can have everything they want and then some?
One, two, three - and this time she does rock, assuming he'll do scissors again.]
[This dilemma doesn't mean he's going to wait to throw down his choice, though. Scissors again, Which she's picked as well, and it makes him laugh.]
Some kinda fate, I guess. What are we gonna do about that?
[She hasn't said when her no touching thing is supposed to start, either, so he grins and goes to capture her around the waist and pull her in for a fierce kiss. That'll sure make it hard for her to think about an answer to that question.]
Well, you could bend me over the tub first.
[She softly offers, cheeks turning pink as she flushes with warmth at the thought of that.]
And then I can tease you and make you watch me come again after.
[Maybe she isn't the smartest person in the world, but she can have a good idea every now and then. It's her groove that's thrown off though, as she misses her chance to throw out a sign after counting to three, and has to scramble to hold out her hand with something.
It's paper.
Yeah, he has her nice and flustered.]
He nibbles at her neck and keeps one hand roaming, stroking her curves and groping roughly at a breast, until he feels resistance where she bumps against the edge of the filling tub.]
Sounds like the perfect plan, babe.
[Wait, but is she still trying to win after their double tie? He doesn't even try as she throws down her paper.]
We had a whole pile of scissors that paper is up against. Don't think it has a chance.
[Nah, he's sticking with her suggestion. She gets one more sharp nip at her neck before he turns her around and presses her forward against the tub, and grinds his erection between her thighs.]
Oh, she wants to touch him. Wants to so bad. But her fingers grasp at air before she's able to fumble and let her touch slide along his hip.]
I don't even care about paper and scissors anymore, just fuck me.
[Wow, did those words really just come out of her mouth? She pauses for a second, touching at her own lips. Her surprise gives way to a breathy laugh, which cuts off on a whine as she feels his erection against her thighs and not entirely where she wants it.]
Please, baby? I need to feel you more than -
[There's a pause as she grinds up against him as best as she can in this position, as she tries to angle her hips just right to let him press into her easier.]
Just this!
[As if he doesn't enjoy that. He loves knowing how badly she needs him, since he needs her just as much after all. He gives a low, throaty chuckle as she tries to beg for more with her body, and makes her wait just long enough for him to stroke his hand down her back and then run the backs of his fingers along her waiting entrance. It's just enough to tease, maybe enough to make her try and demand more, but before she can get too frustrated he takes her by the hips and thrusts into her.
He wants it to be rough, too. With their injuries, it's been a while since he really just let himself have his way with her, hard and fast. Hopefully she's found an angle that won't hurt too hard as he ruts into her, shoving her hips against the cold edge of the tub. And once he's found a rhythm, he keeps one arm curled around her waist but with the other he drags nails up her thigh, then slaps his palm against her ass. There's nothing to draw out here, no need to tease or make things take forever. He wants to fuck her hard, and if that means they both come in under a minute, fuck it, it'll be fucking great to have that immediate rush and release. Already he can feel waves of pleasure ripple through him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as he moans her name.]
Maybe she's bent over the side of the tub, and yeah he's fucking her hard. But she's vocal about how much she enjoys it, no shame in how she moans his name or cries out for him. Her hips rock and move in time to his thrusts, and between the two of them they set a punishing pace that has those ripples of pleasure building hot in her belly. Tendrils of warmth thread throughout her body, and she reaches back to grab at his wrist.]
Spank me again?
[Maybe she is demanding. Politely so, but still needy.
But he doesn't seem to mind, when they both love this as much as they do.]
[He smirks as he keeps his hand where it is for a moment, then twists it so he can grab her wrist back and keep her hand right there, locked in his grasp. This gives him leverage now to pull her against him, keep her right where he wants her as he drags in and out of her, hard and fast.
It's really fucking good, unbelievably good. A ripple of intense pleasure rolls through him again, and he shudders and fucks harder into her as much as he can manage, though he already has set a pretty punishing pace. If she wants a spank, he'll do it, but only if she can manage the words between his hips meeting hers.]
Words are a little difficult at that point, though she screams nicely for him.]
Please! [She tries anyway, even as the word is barely gasped out.] Please, will you -
[He hits hard and deep, and she groans.]
Please?
[She can't find the words to ask for what she wants, and abandons trying in favor of letting pleasure course through her. She's close, body tightening around him in little spasms.
Oh, fuck. This is going to bruise, and she doesn't even care. It's too good to care about anything other than giving in and enjoying the moment.]
And then she gets a little break as his nails dig into her hips and he bends low over her back as he moves in and out, his breath hot on the back of her neck. He shudders with pleasure, and his movements become less regular, as all that tight heat gripping him starts to make him lose his focus.]
Come for me, milagrita.
[His hair is hanging in his eyes and his breath is ragged. He'll hold out as long as he can, but fuck, she's his weakness and he's so close. He'll give her everything he can, leave her sore enough to remember this in the morning.]
She comes hard moments later, shuddering as she groans his name. It's the best orgasm she's ever had, and leaves her breathless as she goes limp and still against the side of the tub. The only sound coming from her then is soft pants for air.
The soreness settles in quickly, the endorphins only warding it away a little in those initial moments after her peak passes over her. She always wants to give him her everything, make sure he knows how much she loves being with him. It can lead to getting a little carried away, but she loves it. This will definitely be seared into her memory for a long time.
Words aren't happening right away, she can't think right now. She just rests there, blissed out and content and thrumming with energy. She can, however, try to reach behind her with her free hand to touch him wherever she can reach. It's a silent encouragement for him to follow along after her.]
He manages to think straight just enough to pull away rather than collapsing down against her back. The edge of the tub probably isn't a comfortable place for her to be trapped against with his weight on top of her. Smiling contentedly, he takes her by the hand and pulls her up to turn her around to face him and sit her down on the edge of the tub instead, then presses close again for a kiss.]
There. That's just part one.
[With a breathless laugh, he tugs away to scoop his hair out of his eyes, then reaches to turn off the tub before it can fill too much, and holds out a hand to help guide her into the water.]
She stumbles a little getting in, but manages to make it into the water without incident. A sigh is on her lips as she sinks down to sit, and scoots to make room for him to join her.]
Maybe we can just relax for a little while before part two.
[Her suggestion is meek, and she softly laughs as she reaches down to touch at her belly button piercing. Somehow after all that, it's still intact and doesn't feel bloody or anything. She definitely thinks it'll be sore later. That doesn't matter much to her now, not when she reaches for him so he'll get into the tub with her.]
[He laughs, still a little breathless, and sinks into the water at her side. The hot water feels great, and he slumps and stretches out his legs in front of him until the water nearly touches his chin, and his feet reach the opposite side.]
Like bein' full from dinner. I gotta relax a minute before I can do dessert.
[The analogy makes him laugh, as he reaches an arm out and drapes it across her shoulders, then twines his fingers in the wet ends of her hair.]
I was about to say there's sometimes too much of a good thing. But I don't think I can ever have enough of you. Especially not like that.
[Gosh, but she loves it when they lose control like that.]
But you didn't even take the time to appreciate getting to see my new tattoos from that angle, did you.
[That's the most teasing accusation she's ever thrown at him.]
[But with his hands on her shoulders now, he turns her so he can enjoy the results of his creativity, then kisses just above the linework before he lets her go.]
You look real good covered in flowers.
[And that makes him imagine her reclining on a bed of them. Rose petals and peonies and violets. Come to think of it, he's not sure what a peony looks like, but he knows it's a flower.]