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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 snickers and sways with her, arms draped over her shoulders. He loves her ferocity, and hell, if she wants to threaten to burn shit down, that doesn't cause him any problems. Crazy fans do crazy shit, right? Seems fine.]
'Course, if some asshole stiffed us on pay or whatever, he'd find out real quick not to fuck around. But other than that? Gotta act a little professional now an' then.
[Until someone gets drunk, or high, or stops giving a shit, all of which can and do happen regularly. The four of them can only be somewhat contained.]
[Excuse her for teasing him by sounding skeptical. Her laughter is definitely that of someone that's giddy and high, and she's far too content to just sway in his arms.]
You're just sick of me setting fires. Admit it.
[He grins and twirls his fingers in her hair, then has one more hit off the joint. Hell, the very idea of getting sick of her fires makes him laugh, and he nuzzles against the side of her head and kisses her ear.]
You just gotta see me in a tux, then you'll believe me. I gotta stay professional in that 'cause blood's real hard to get outta white fabric.
As he nuzzles against her, she leans her head toward him, laughing softly as she lifts her hand so she can work her fingers through his hair.]
So you're saying if we can find a stage for you here, you'd be willing to put on a white tux?
[She makes a show of trying to pull away from him, like she's going to run off and go find him somewhere to perform right now. Of course, she doesn't actually pull away from him at all, because she's left laughing and moving right back in for a kiss a second later.]
Wait 'til California for that. I don't have mine here.
[And while this may turn out to be one of the good cities - hard to know, early to tell - he's not interested in spending the time finding a new one and having it tailored just to try and play one gig. They'll get him in whatever he feels like turning up wearing.]
But, y'know, we can find me somethin' nice while looking for your next cute little getup. You want a dress? Tight little top an' a pretty skirt? Maybe some heels so you can kick some jackass' nose in?
[She confirms, and since he's put the idea in her head and she's high and silly right now she decides to act out kicking in someone's nose. Which requires stepping back and extending her leg up in a kick. One good thing about being a former cheerleader is your kicks are amazing. So amazing that she nearly actually brings her bare foot into contact with his face.
A swinging motion of her leg saves the day in the last second, and she gasps as she realizes she could've just broken his nose all over again. Both hands cup over her mouth as she backs away, and she looks petrified for a second there.]
Oh fuck, I didn't actually kick you, did I?
No but you came real fuckin' close! Shit, man, you get real funny on weed!
[But nobody got hurt so it's hilarious, and he mimes kicking back at her from over on the bed before he flops an arm across his face, still laughing about it.]
Goddamn you're gonna wreck someone someday with heels on, can't fuckin' wait.
Of course, she has to change the words a little. It wouldn't be fun if she kept it exactly the same.]
One of these days, these heels are gonna stomp all over you.
[As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she loses it. She's halfway up on the bed, one knee up as she leans forward to steal a kiss. She winds up falling into the bed beside him, rolling onto her back as she laughs it off. Once her laughter dies down, she turns her head to look over at him.
They always have so much fun on their nights out. But tonight's been really great too, just by getting to be ridiculous together in their stolen room.]
You got better legs than Nancy. She'd be fuckin' jealous if she met you, I bet.
[He grins at his own dumb commentary and rolls onto his side to kiss her and curl an arm over her waist.]
Sexy red heels an' lipstick with a black dress. You'll knock everyone dead who looks your way. Except for me, 'cause you're all mine.
Did you want to try going out tonight? Because I was thinking we could stay like this. Not get dressed, just mess around all night and sleep in. And then we could try going out tomorrow.
[It would give their clothes time to dry, and give them enough time to sleep. Just in case the hotel winds up knocking and telling them to get lost early in the morning.]
Yeah, I think we better stay in, gotta let shit dry. Besides, we drove all night, I don't think much is gonna be open for long.
[He's not tired exactly, but it's late and he's remarkably content to stay put for now. It's been a full night. He'll make it fuller by taking one more hit off the joint, but then he lets that drop onto the bed beside him to worry about later.]
Kinda wanna eat something, though. Let's talk 'em into room service, they gotta have someone around. You want anything? 'Cause I'm thinking steak.
[Good shit. Expensive shit. It's a resort, they better have something good, they can pass the cost on to the "fire department".]
I think I want...
[Give her a minute, she's still thinking it over. Her arm extends upward, like she's trying to grab at that light with her hand. She's not able to, of course, so she gives up and lets her arm drape over her face instead.]
I want the most expensive thing on the menu. And french fries!
[Oh gosh, that sounds so good. She sits up, only enough that she can flop over onto him. ]
Maybe ice cream, too. Do you think they have cherry coke here?
[Nobody's gonna deny his girl her cherry coke. He grins and runs his fingers lightly up and down her back, then reaches in the general direction of the bedside phone that he can't actually touch from here, especially not with her on him. It's fine, he's not in a major rush.]
Whaddya bet the most expensive thing is? Gotta be some kinda fancy steak, right? Filet mignon or however you say that thing. Or lobster, maybe. We could do an order of both!
[Excuse her, she's sitting up to crawl over him and grab the phone. It's thankfully able to be moved off the bedside table far enough that the receiver can be handed over to him with only a little effort. He'll order. Her job is to dial the button that gets to the front and straddle him and distract him while he tries to place the order.
She plays nice though, only nibbling along his neck and kissing at his jawline while he tries to talk.]
Don't forget the cherry coke. [She pauses so she can curl her tongue against his earlobe.] And fries.
Uh, yeah, hi -
[He pauses and draws in a breath at the touch of her tongue to his ear. Fuck, she's distracting in the very best ways.]
Hey can we order food up? Yeah, I know it's late but lady, we're real fuckin' hungry. We'd like a filet mignon, a couple lobster tails, a basket of fries, an' you got ice cream? Vanilla with strawberry sauce?
[The woman on the other end is apparently taking notes, so they'd damn well better deliver. What's the point of a resort if they can't get anything they like? She doesn't put up an argument at any of that, though, so hell, maybe they're in luck.]
And two cherry cokes. Yeah. Yeah, like coca-cola but with cherry, right? Uhhh. Fuck, hey baby girl, what's our room number?
[Because he sure forgot already, and really can't get up to go look right now.]
We're in 427.
[That's whispered into his ear, and she goes back to being distracting. Her little giggles can probably be heard, but she's trying her best not to completely ruin that call. She really wants all of that food, after all.
As soon as he says bye, she takes the phone out of his hand and tosses it onto the bed. And then she's all over him, letting her mouth map out his skin as her wands wander.]
You know what? I fuckin' love you.
[He laughs as he leans up to catch her lips in his, then gets his arms under him so he can sit upward and have her straddle his lap while his hands return to caressing her skin.]
You're just horny for me all the time, aren'tcha?
Only most of the time.
[Her retort is accompanied by a blush, but that doesn't stop her from claiming another kiss or two before she figures maybe she should say something else.]
Because you know what? I fucking love you too, and I should be horny for you all the time. I mean, you are for me too, aren't you?
[He gives her a wink. And shit, he didn't mean to make her feel bad about that, but he can see she's acting a little shy, now. He finds it flattering that she wants to be constantly all over him, that's all, it's a good thing. So before she can sit there feeling too awkward for too long, he leans in to nibble at her neck, and slides both hands down her back until he can squeeze her butt.]
I'm hot for you all the time, babe. If there wasn't so much else to do, I'd fuck you until we both couldn't move anymore. Against the wall, the bed, the floor, the table, the bike...
[Especially while high because man, that's just added fun. Like right now, where nothing else in the world exists except the two of them having the best goddamn night.]
Okay, so we're both horny for each other all the time. That's definitely not a problem.
[How could it be, when he's painting such a pretty picture in her mind? It's not like they can physically go at it that often, but it's fun to imagine a world where they fuck so much that they're left unable to move.
Her hands slowly work along his back, before they slip to work along his chest. It's his turn for her to roll his nipple between her fingers, though he's doing a good job distracting her.]
You'll be too tired tomorrow to do anything if we do too much tonight.
[Because that sounds like an excuse. He won't be too tired at all. They've had a couple goes, he can do another. Food and sleep will recharge him just fine.
Like he needs to prove this, he turns them again so he can push her back to the mattress and situate himself between her legs. His eyes roam more than his hands do, for a moment, but then he presses his palm flat to her belly and trails his hand downward until he can grind his palm against her clit.
Girls get to have a lot more fun, something about how they're built, while it'll take him a few minutes to be really ready after the last two, but he's young and eager, and has no problem with giving her a good time for a few minutes first.]
[She laughs as he resituates her, and her legs part for him to rest between them. She's smiling up at him, eyes betraying her attempts to tease him into thinking she doesn't want this with him. Like she ever could not want him.
The second his palm grinds against her, she gasps and arches up toward his hand, eyes closing for a few seconds as she enjoys the sensation. Her fingers curl around his wrist, thumb rubbing at the underside where she should be able to feel his pulse. She doesn't want to stop him, but just enjoys touching him and holding him in any way that she can.]
I really do love you.
[He knows that, but she says it with a breathless kind of gratitude that means not only does she love him, but she loves the attention he's giving her right now. He's always so willing to dote on her and indulge her whims, and it's really just good luck that has her always wanting as much of him as he does of her.]
So we're working up an appetite before dinner gets here, right? You're a genius, babe.
[Then his palm grinds down against her clit again and she gasps, belly caving in as she sucks in a breath and holds it.]
[All the stuff he's eagerly going to devour. Steak and lobster and fries? Perfect combo. And ice cream for dessert, though as he thinks about it, maybe he'll find a way to concoct that into a float with the coke. Depends on what they do to make it cherry.
Anyway, food's for later. He's currently really enjoying watching Chrissy's reactions as he works her clit, then leans down to mouth at a nipple, tonguing and biting in time with the movements of his hand.]
That's really nice. He's got a good rhythm going, and she's going to enjoy the hell out of it. Her eyes are open as she watches him, occasionally lifting her head to get a better view. It helps when her back arches some as she grinds against his touch, a move that draws gasps and low moans out of her.
There was a time when she was too shy to let him hear her. She's long past that point, no longer really caring who hears her. Just as long as he keeps going and warming her up. His name slips past her tongue, affectionate as she grabs at his hair and gently runs her nails against his scalp.]
Are you gonna devour me, baby?
[He can't help but laugh as he says it, the whole thing comes across as abruptly funny to him, and he falters in his rhythm as he has to prop himself up to keep from tumbling down onto her in his laughter.
Eventually he lifts his head to meet her eyes, though, and shoots her something more akin to a wolfish hungry look, coupled with a smirk, as his fingers take the place of his palm and he firmly rolls that little sensitive nub of hers.]
Better idea, I drag you right down to hell with me an' we get to feast on whatever we like.