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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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Well, when I'm not your milagrita I'm your diablita.
[Hands drop away, and she sighs as she shifts against his hand. There's a simmering pleasure building within her, and she's loving drawing it out.]
It makes sense that I'd be down in hell eventual -
[Her words are cut off by a sharp gasp, and she squirms against his touch.]
- ly!
Edited 2023-06-10 01:40 am (UTC)
There's a moment where he stops rolling her clit, though, as he repositions his hand. His thumb takes sole place of his fingers, while those, or at least the longest two, press inside her and stroke, just as she'd been doing to herself earlier. Except this time he curls them forward and presses firmly against that extra-sensitive spot within her, just to see how much she'll squirm for him.]
Shame hell's not a real place, it sounds like fun. I think we'd do great there, don't you?
It's not fair that her own fingers can't really curl and hit the angle needed to brush against that spot he can reach. But it's so much better when he does it. Her leg moves upward, dragging her foot along his body. Her heel digs into the side of his hip before she tugs his hair so he'll lift his head. That makes it easier to hungrily kiss him.]
We'd burn the whole place down.
[It's starting to feel like she might burn any second, with how warm and flushed she's getting.]
Babe, if anyone could burn hell down, it's us.
[They're capable of whatever they want to do, and he believes that - especially if what they want is to destroy. San Antonio had better watch out, had better be good to them, because they're a well-honed set of weapons, now, the two of them.
A few more strokes and then he withdraws his hand, partly because his wrist is starting to cramp up and it needs a break, but he can fix that. He grins again as he slowly licks his fingers clean so she can get a preview of his tongue, and then he scoots himself off the bed and onto his knees, head between her thighs. With a broad stroke of his tongue, he sets to giving her something her hand sure can't.]
You're going to burn me down to nothing if you keep it up.
[She laughs, stroking his hair as she parts her legs a little more. One of her legs curls upward enough she can rest her foot against his shoulder, and when her toes curl as her back arches and she squirms against him she's able to dig in. There's worry that she might press him away, but she doesn't press hard enough to do that. She just braces herself as he starts to quickly work her toward seeing stars.]
And he, too, is finally starting to feel like he could use some attention. He's not desperate for it, he could easily get her off like this and love every moment of it and then let her decide what she wants to do with him after, but either way, there's heat low in his groin that will soon ache for much more contact.
As she presses against his mouth, seeking her pleasure, he briefly smiles against her skin and drags his nails down the back of her thigh so she can feel those bright little streaks of near-pain to couple with all the rest of it.]
Johnnie, wait. Wait, baby, wait.
[And when he obliges she grins, sitting up and resting back on her elbows.]
Stay there on the floor, just -
[She very reluctantly pries herself away from him, and shifts to crawl over toward the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. There's a few seconds where she stays like that and teases at his cock with little kisses and only a brief moment in her mouth, but she pulls off quickly and turns around so her backside is to him.]
Can you reach me if you stand? Or do you want to get in the bed?
[The position doesn't matter as much to her, she just is trying to make it quicker and easier for him to bury himself inside her so they both get what they want.]
Oh, I can reach you just fine.
[And he's not going to delay, not now. That little teasing grind was enough. He wastes no further time and presses into her, but this time there's none of the desperation from before. He holds tight to her hips and gives a nice, slow, even drag in and out, reaching deep rather than trying for fast.]
[The word is drawn out, low and deep as he presses into her. She'd be fine with something desperate and hard, but this is so good after the slow burn he's just warmed her over with. Her palms press against the mattress, fingers flexing. And she meets his slow thrusts with gentle rocks and no urgency to turn this into something rough.
He's really able to press deep within her like this, and it's impossible to stay quiet with every slow move he makes. There's no reason to be quiet though. It's good to let him know she likes this and is enjoying herself.]
You feel so good.
Fuck. Is it dumb to say "you, too"? Goddamn, though.
[Probably dumb but this isn't exactly his moment of peak intelligence, and he'll blame that mostly on the lingering high more than anything else. He knows exactly what he's doing, otherwise.
And now that he's struck the pace he wants, he leans down - not enough to kiss her, as it would make the angle more difficult, but enough to reach a hand forward to caress her breasts and then press in on her belly just to make her feel that pressure inside her even more intensely.]
[She can barely gasp out the word, as her head ducks and she digs her fingers into the sheets. His hand against her belly makes her shudder, goosebumps rising up over her skin as she shakily groans. She leans forward a little more, which changes the angle of her hips. He has to give her a hand getting back upright again, because it's only a few more presses deep into her and she comes.
It feels like her arms are trembling, barely able to support her weight. She holds out to let him finish before she collapses down cheek first against the bed, a big grin on her face.
That?
Was just as good as the fun they had in the tub. Even better in some ways. If there's one thing she really loves about them, it's that they always keep things interesting, no matter how horny they are and how often they have sex.]
When those fuckers finally come to drop off the food I'm just gonna yell at 'em to leave it at the door. I'm not gettin' a towel.
[He grins lazily and strokes fingers through her hair, then places a kiss on the tip of her nose.]
When they're like this, he's the only thing that matters to her. And as much as she's looking forward to food, she doesn't want him to pull away just yet.]
Good. Because I want to lay together just like this for a little while.
[Her fingers run through his hair, and she holds him close and enjoys the moment. It's pretty bad timing that there's a knock at the door, and the sound of a man's voice calling out room service. Chrissy laughs and groans, letting go of Johnnie so she can shout at the door.]
Leave it at the door, please! We're busy!
Yeah, busy's right. I bet he can figure that out, us orderin' fancy food an' sending him off without seeing us. Wonder if he smells the pot? But, y'know, we're celebrating not dying in a fire, right?
[Definitely calls for celebrating, that story. He gives her one more kiss, but then finally pulls away, because he really is actually hungry and fries are better when hot.
He listens at the door for a second to make sure there's truly nobody in the hallway, then opens it up to grab the tray and bring it in, closing the door behind him with his heel. And hell, looking at all this food, smelling it, he's practically drooling.]
Fuck that smells good. Look at this, the lobster's drenched in butter. And -
[He sets the food down on the table just as he starts laughing. There are two glasses of coke with maraschino cherries floating in them, and he points them out.]
Fanciest fuckin' cherry coke you ever saw!
She grabs a glass of coke first, and takes an experimental sip. It's not exactly how it normally tastes, but it's good. And it's really sweet that they've tried. She's utterly charmed by it, actually, and has a goofy grin on her face as she reaches over to grab a few fries.]
You know, I think I want to eat the ice cream first. It's already starting to melt.
[He can start with the steak or lobster, but her eyes are on the sweets.]
Did you want some?
[He's after that steak, himself, and sits himself right down and grabs a fork and knife to start carving it up. It smells incredible, he just can't get over that. This kitchen does shit just right.
And when he finally has a bite, he practically melts in his chair with satisfaction.]
Bliss. Fuckin' bliss. Icing on the cake. What a night.
It's been a really eventful night.
[That's easy to agree with. After their mission with Cruz, to the tornado, to driving all the way here? It's been a long, long day. But she's glad this is how they're ending it, hiding away from the chaos and darkness that exists out beyond the hotel. They haven't exactly done much resting yet, but she already feels recharged and ready to conquer whatever tomorrow brings.
Before she can do that, though, she needs steak. She waits for him to carve up another piece or two, and then grabs a fork so she can steal one of the pieces. She knows exactly what she did, because she's grinning with satisfaction as she eats it. And he's right. It is bliss. She sighs once she's swallowed and slinks back in her chair.]
Maybe we should've ordered four of these.
Yeah, maybe. I thought maybe this would be too much, but I feel like I could eat an elephant right now.
[Which means it's time for a handful of fries. The crunch and the grease and the salt hits just right.
And before he's full, he'll sure prove he's able to make his way through his share of all of what they ordered, but eventually he's left sagging in his chair and sipping at his coke, completely content and very full. He taps his foot on the floor as he hums a song in his head, the latest one he wrote for her that probably could still use some work but he likes where he's come with it.]
You have to sing that one on stage sometime.
[It's hard to resist leaning forward to steal a quick kiss, so she doesn't. She grabs a couple of fries as she leans back into her chair, and swirls them in the remaining ice cream to see how she likes the mix of salty and sweet. ]
Or sing it right now for me. For real, I mean! Not just humming.
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Glad you like it so much. Some day it'll wind up on stage, promise.
[Whether the rest of the band wants to pick it up or not, since he can always do little solo gigs here and there. But he likes picturing it with a fuller sound, all four instruments going at once, maybe some hand claps. And why wouldn't they want to? Everyone loves a fun love song. It'll speak to more people out there than just the two of them.
He chugs down the rest of his soda as an excuse to wet his throat, then hops up out of his chair to grab his guitar. He's not afraid to sing without backing music, but it just sounds... naked. Funny thought considering he's wearing nothing more than an instrument right now, as he sits back down and slings the strap over his shoulders, but there it is. He strums a few chords just to tweak the tuning, since the guitar does pretty well on their journeys but they sure do lug the poor thing through some weird conditions, and then starts in, singing it for her with a pause here and there as he tweaks the melody before resuming.]
Startin' to come together, a little at a time.
Actually, now that she hears the hand claps along with what he's got going? It's pretty catchy and fun. As he finishes up, that musical clapping turns into actual applause.]
You're going to be a huge star someday.
[And she's going to be there to support him the entire way. It's great they're able to see and do these things after death, because with the rest of forever stretching out before them he deserves a chance to be a famous musician.]
[It really remains to be seen just how things will work for them. Plenty of living people seem like they can see them just fine, but there are plenty who don't. And what if that changes over time? What if it depends on unknown factors? He's not worried about it, really, just curious how it'll impact his audience. And, more especially, his role in the band.
But, one day at a time, like he always does. He strums a few chords idly, not really part of any song in particular but just a progression he feels like thumbing through. The sun will be up in a few hours, meaning the hotel will try to contact people who won't actually pay for their room. They can probably squat here a while anyway before they get as far as trying to kick them out, but just in case, he gets up, stretches, puts his guitar away, then drags the chair he was sitting in over to the door and wedges it under the knob before sliding the deadbolt shut.]
There. I'm gonna bet those idiots downstairs don't try to drag us out tomorrow morning, but if they do, that'll slow 'em down.
[And now it's time for a post-meal cigarette.]
She makes her way back out to him right after, so she can wrap her arms around him from behind and rest her chin on his shoulder.]
Do you want to try laying down and seeing if we can sleep? Just in case they do get in tomorrow morning.
I wouldn't mind tryin' to get some shut-eye. I think we've earned it, haven't we?
[Not that sleep needs to be earned, but the fact is they've done a lot lately and it's probably a good opportunity to catch up on sleep. Tomorrow ought to be a nice big full day, after all.
After another draw from the cigarette, he pulls away to set it down and grab his toothbrush. And once he's all good and ready, he wriggles his way under the blankets. If it takes him a while to actually fall asleep, that's all right. He has music in his head and now is as good a time as any to think about it some more.]
Hey Johnnie?
[Her voice is soft and tired when she finally speaks up.]
Do you have any songs about the moon?