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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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[He laughs a little, low and quiet. But she knows, of course. She knows, and she's refusing to let him, because it's a game. And because she should be allowed to have that control of her life, whenever she wants.
The way things were for her before was deeply fucked up and he hasn't forgotten. He's just glad he gets to be the one to hand some of that control back, to make her feel comfortable to handle things at her own pace and seek out her own pleasures.]
You musta thought about something though, right? Or are you one a' those real lucky ones who can just get off on touch alone?
[Kind of makes sense, actually. He's met plenty of girls who have to have their imaginations going, who've told him about it, but she's so sensitive to his touch and so eager to experience everything, maybe she's always been able to get off just because it feels so damned good.
He breathes slowly, watching her as he's absorbed into the sight of her wrapped up in her own touch, and his cock stirs. Man, he can do this, he can hold on and wait. Just has to make it longer than she does.]
I guess I'd think about Jason sometimes. [Her answer is so embarrassed and shy that she feels like she might just sink down into the water and let it take her.]
But he'd never want to do anything like this. Or touch me like this when I could be touching him instead.
[Talking about her old life just feels weird now. Especially when it comes to her ex-boyfriend. But since she's determined to "win", she resumes rubbing at her sensitive nub, putting on a show of squirming and groaning for him. Her fingers once again curl inside, and she tries her best to keep working them in and out slowly. The angle is awkward, and it's just not as good as when he does it. But it still feels good enough that she can make herself be on display for him to enjoy.
He'll cave in and beg her soon. She's sure of it.]
Makes him a little angry, though. Not what she said, far from it, but the idea that that moron had all this in front of him and didn't know how good he had it, that he'd do her wrong just because he was so goddamned self-absorbed. She deserves the world.
Deserves him, in fact. And if it wasn't for this little game, he'd be determined to remind her just how good he makes her feel, how much he can give her. He wants his lips on her clit, her soft folds, wants to suck the taste of her off her fingers.
He rolls his shoulders and hums again, an almost groan at the sight of her.]
You want me to touch you, baby girl, all you gotta do is say it. I'm right here.
[He's still determined to make her ask for it, though, even as he feels his erection more intensely, eager to again bury himself inside.]
[Her voice is soft and sweet, a little sing-songy as she bites at her lip to try and stifle a breathy moan. He's trying to stay composed, but she takes no issue with slowly making herself come undone. Her face contorts in a mixture of concentration and pleasure as she tries to be satisfied with just her own fingers.
It's tempting to give in and beg him.
Really, really tempting. And she almost does, her mouth opening so she can ask him to touch her. He's so good to her, so good for her. It's because of him she's free enough to be able to tease the both of them like this. And he's gone and called her baby girl, which she's always weak for. Her thighs tremble with restraint as she rocks against her own hand.]
I want you to touch me. But I want you to be the one that gives in first.
[It wouldn't be the worst thing. He likes the idea of watching her come for him while just imagining it's him pleasing her. Her moaning for him as she rolls her own clit and works her fingers inside her, so full of need for him while he declines to give it to her. And once she's come, trembling and sensitive, then he'll take her and bring her to yet another orgasm so she can know that while her hands are good, his cock in her pretty little pussy is even better.
Fuck, he's going to have a hard time pulling this off if just imagining that while watching her is making him struggle. He aches to bury himself in her, and resorts to wrapping his fingers around his length and slowly stroking, just to stave off that ache. His fingertips seek out the places he's sensitive, as he slides his palm across hot, sensitive skin.]
You know what I got here for you, babe. You know how I fill you up an' get you moaning. You want me, don't you?
She's clearly doing something to him too, and she watches him stroke himself without any shyness.]
I always want you.
[But that's not asking him to touch her. Not yet. Her fingers move faster, curl a little harder within her. She's already edging in closer and closer, just with the little power trip she's having here. She doesn't stifle her groan as her hips grind against her hand.]
But you can't touch me. Not yet.
[God, he's beautiful like this. She wants him so badly the ache is all consuming. It only makes her hand move faster and harder, until she's worked herself up to the brink. She's shivering and writhing, but doesn't give in. It's going to be so good when one of them finally does.]
Any moment now he could easily completely disregard her words and mold himself against her. It's what they both want, despite her insistence that he can't touch yet. She's trying to bait him into disobedience. And that is what keeps him here, because while he's all too happy to break other people's rules normally, this isn't a real rule. This is a taunt. This is a game of chicken and he's fucking determined to win it.
So he keeps his own touch languid and distractingly light. Not enough to do much of anything other than keep him wanting her as he eyes her body, and where her fingers press inside. He gives a slow breath out through his nose, then another, focused through the intensity of his need. His eyelids flutter as he thumbs at the ridges around the head of his cock, and yet he won't close his eyes completely, he doesn't want to miss any of this incredible show.]
Ven aquÃ, milagrita. Puedo ver que lo quieres adentro. Lemme scratch that itch for you.
[He smirks, and stills his hand while he beckons with the other for her to come on over, just in case she's ready to let him win.]
But when her eyes glance down toward his beckoning hand, she whimpers and curls her fingers within her. Fine, he can win. She isn't so prideful that she cares about winning. At least not that much. As soon as her hands are free, she's left wanting. It takes her a total of two seconds to move through the water and cross the tub to get to him.
She practically pounces on him, hopefully not hard enough to make him slam his head or anything against the tub. But that's hard to care about when she kisses him with a frenzied lust, and moves so she can knock his hand away and sink down on his cock. If he wants to be able to touch her, he'll have to keep up as she starts to ride him at a demanding pace.]
Tócame.
[She gives him that permission he wants, since he's already won the game of chicken.]
Not that his laugh lasts long. She silences him with kisses, and then he tips his head back in a moan as she starts rocking up and down on him. It pushes him lower in the water so that he has to use one hand to help keep himself propped up so he doesn't slide under with their movements, but with the other hand he reaches up to do exactly as she demands. He cradles the back of her head and pulls her in for another demanding kiss, then drags his nails down her spine and speaks between breaths.]
Holy shit.
[Fuck, it's pure bliss. His hand reaches her lower back, and he slides it between them in what little space he can find, and presses and rolls her clit with his thumb.]
Water is definitely being sloshed and splashed all over, pouring over the side of the tub to the tile floor. Caring about that is far from her mind as she seeks her release. The only thing that matters is how she feels and how warm and solid he is against her.
She comes hard as he's rolling her clit against his thumb, and she gasps his name as her body goes taut in his arms. ]
When he finally sees clarity again, and not just red hair and stars, he gives a soft, contented hum and loosens his hold, turns it into a caress up and down her back.]
You play a tough game, babe. But I think we both won.
[She happily sighs, that one word all she can say at first. Every inch of her is tingling and she feels like she's walking on clouds. He's her biggest addiction, one she doesn't want to fight. And it's moments like this one that reminds her exactly why that is.
Too winded and boneless to move off of him right away, she idly trails her fingernails along his arm and up to his shoulder.]
We definitely both won. But next time, I'll have to try harder to be tough.
[He snickers as he kisses her hair, her temple, then the spot between her eyes. Everything is warm and perfect, just as it should be for a nice night in a stolen resort room. No worries, nothing but the two of them in his own time.
And speaking of his time, he's still eager to try and reach one or both of his brothers with the phone, but odds are good neither one's at home right now. That can wait. She gets to keep all of his attention.]
[She laughs as he kisses between her eyes, and ducks her head to rest against him as she wraps her arms loosely around him. With her head like this, it's easier to kiss at his shoulder and along his neck. She probably should move, but she'll take one more minute like this.]
But you have to admit, seeing who could make it the longest was really fun.
[And that's the name of their game, isn't it? Having fun? She's left grinning as she slowly pulls off of him, standing up and stepping out of the water.]
[It's hard to let her go this time, but he does, though he makes no move right away to get out of the tub himself. He'll just lounge here for a bit until he starts to get pruney. His eyes are on her, though, of course - she's too damn pretty, especially when she's all flushed pink from sex and hot water. Probably for the best that he's gotten off twice now or he'd be all over her.]
You talking dirty to me in Spanish always gets me.
[It's almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to arouse her just by saying all the filthy thoughts on his mind in Spanish. But she guesses that's part of loving someone, they're just easily able to turn you on. That shy smile stays as she works the towel up to wrap around her hair, and brings a fluffy white towel over to the tub for him when he's ready to get out.]
I really liked watching you touch yourself, too.
[He arches an eyebrow, pleased she's discovered that particular bit of fun. Maybe somewhere in their shit they still have handcuffs. He could always tie her down one way or another, make her sit and watch and plead.]
Well, I liked watchin' you. You put on quite a show, you know? Gettin' yourself all worked up for me to see. Fuck, it was hard to sit there an' not throw myself at you.
[With a grin, he finally decides he'll get up, mostly because he wants to get into more of that weed they have stashed away. He slides out of the tub, dripping more water onto the floor as he reaches for the towel and starts to dry himself off.]
Yeah, but you resisted longer than I did.
[Sighing, she points out the obvious as she makes her way into the bedroom to look through their bags.]
I really need new clothes, baby. Everything I have is dirty.
[He's listening, he's just scrubbing water off his face and out of his hair, so give him a second. After a glance in the mirror to temporarily smooth his hair back for now, he follows after her, spinning the towel through the air casually at his side a few times until it winds up wrapped around his elbow. Yeah, that's what he meant to do.]
I mean, I get by re-wearin' shit but it's probably time I got everything washed again too.
[But he's not that worried about it right now, so he shrugs and bends down to find one of the joints he rolled up back at Nesry's, then goes to where he tossed his jacket so he can get his lighter out.]
[So yeah, it's time they got their things washed. They don't need laundry detergent or anything, they've got soap here. She grabs all of her things, and chooses to stay naked as she goes back to the bathroom to dump everything into the tub.
There's still warm water in there, and she grabs her strawberry shampoo to make some bubbles in the water. She bends over the side of the tub and starts trying to scrub everything clean. It's so gross though, the water is turning almost black from all the dirt.]
Bring me your stuff and I'll try to get it clean!
[It's not the best way to use up that post orgasmic haze, but she's pretty sure they can get high in a few minutes and then everything will be perfect again.]
[She'll have to wait a second as he takes a hit from the joint, then sets it down on the nightstand so he can collect up his clothes and bring the armful over to dump it all in the water. Which, damn that's some murky shit.]
Man, you'd think we'd been rolling in mud this whole time.
[He laughs. Mud, dust, smoke and ashes, car exhaust. If he'd thought it was bad seeing it all rinse off their skin and out of their hair, there's a whole lot more where that came from on their clothes.]
[They're filthy and disgusting people, and they need to be better about washing their clothes. Scrubbing only goes on for so long before she decides to be ridiculous and step into the water so she can stomp and slosh it around like a washing machine.]
We can get them clean and let them dry, but I still want to get something to wear while we're here. This is 1967, right? It's your time! I want to get something cute. I'll even let you pick it out.
[He has good taste, she's sure he'll pick out something nice.]
Yeah, sure! I'll find you somethin' good. Man, it'll be nice to look around the city, won't it? See what all they got here.
[It's nice to look around every city, but something about creeping ever westward and also finally rejoining his own time definitely has his spirits high.
He slips a little on something, maybe a sock, maybe underwear, then catches himself on the rim of the tub. Good thing he only had one hit off that joint before jumping in or this could get really, really stupid really fast.]
This seems like a really fun city. Maybe we can go out tomorrow and go dancing finally.
[Something about this place strikes her as somewhere they can be together openly without there being any major issues. She really hopes she's right about that.]
Yeah! Finally. I feel like it's been too long, since we had to get the hell outta Louisiana. Bet this place has some great nightlife.
[He abandons his now extra-dirty towel to the floor rather than hanging it alongside their wet clothes, and goes to retrieve that joint. After a draw, he returns to offer it to her.]
Besides, that way I can scope out where I'm gonna play, before we leave town.