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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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[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.]
[She exhales the word, sounding completely taken by the idea of being covered in flowers.]
We should try that sometime. Find wildflowers and put them all over me and then take a picture with my camera. It'd be really pretty.
[And she'd find a way to get him all flowery too, so they can get a picture together. It's easy to get all warm and floaty feeling just thinking about something so sweet and romantic.
Her legs extend and flex a little, before she turns her head to plant a kiss to his shoulder.]
[It'd be an easier way to raid a bunch of pretty shit, but it makes him laugh.]
Maybe with spring rains we'll get lucky, find some wildflowers out in the hills. Wouldn't hurt to look. Maybe some on our drive, too, but only if we wind up drivin' in daylight.
[Hard to see flowers at night, after all. But once they get back to California that'll make things simpler. He can twist orange poppies into her hair, those things are everywhere.]
[Not only would it be good for spotting flowers, it would be nice to just soak up the sun as they drive. She tries not to sound too hopeful about it, just because he's the one that drives and if he doesn't like driving in the daytime she's not going to beg and plead and make him.
Her head turns again, and she starts working her lips along his shoulder and up his neck as best as she can at the angle.]
We can find flowers, and then I'll be your little flor.
[That may or may not be flower. She doesn't really care, because her teeth are scraping lightly against his skin so she can drink in his reaction.]
Yeah, sure. Maybe up in the mountains. West of here somewhere. We gotta go through New Mexico. I bet there's all kindsa pretty desert flowers to cover you in, this time of year.
[Or, again, someone's garden. Raid it while they're at work. He grins at the thought.]
'Course if we don't find something good on the drive, we have all of time to find it in LA. I hear people go to Death Valley for flowers in spring. Can't say I've ever been, though.
We'll find the perfect flowers when the timing is right.
[She's distracted by him now, and sucks at his neck for a few more seconds before pulling away and turning in the water. This tub is big enough she can go to the other side, and turns to face him. Now it's easier to rise up on her knees and lean in to kiss him, letting something that starts slow and sweet turn fierce and heated.]
Like daisies and sunflowers. I really would like those.
[Yeah, she's going to be annoying and keep trying to talk even after slipping her tongue into his mouth.]
Mm, daisies an' sunflowers. Sure, babe.
[Who knows where the fuck to find those but that's not a problem he's going to dwell on right now. He tugs her forward onto his lap, and pulls his mouth away from hers to nibble sharply at her collarbone.]
You won't even -
[She pauses in between kisses.]
Remember daisies or sunflowers.
[Again, teasing him is just for fun. Her laughter is muffled with her lips against his, and she's very proud of herself for not grinding in his lap or doing anything but just kissing.]
[He pretends to be offended, then switches his frown to a smirk as he kisses her, then moves to kiss and nibble at her ear, tracing his teeth and tongue along its curves.]
Problem is, I dunno where to find those. Where do daisies an' sunflowers grow, anyway?
[Sunflowers are big and yellow, right? Maybe he's seen them in storybooks as a kid. Daisies are small and white, and those come in bouquets at shops with other flowers. That's it, he'll rip off a florist's if he can't find a better way.]
[Which is both very much blunt and true, but also very ditzy to say. She doesn't even laugh at herself, because she's too busy gasping as he pays attention to her ear. That causes her to rock in his lap, one hand caressing his cheek and slipping up to his hair as she tips his head back up so she can kiss him.]
You have to let me go. It's time to watch. No more touching, okay?
[Her voice cuts through as a whisper, and she reluctantly pulls out of his lap so she can retreat back to the far end of the tub. That distance is better for him to see and watch as she sits with her legs spread, giving him a full view. She's feeling nice and in the mood now, and her touch starts at her own breasts, cupping and groping before she works her fingers against her nipple. An eyebrow quirks as she keeps her eyes on his, questioning if he's still okay playing along.]