Dec. 16th, 2023 at 5:56 PM
[Racing down the interstate as fast as they fucking can, Johnnie tugs Chrissy closer and ducks low over his bike. They're streamlined now, they'll pick up just a little bit more speed, and then they can outride this giant evil fucking wasp for sure -
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
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Oh.
He's getting out of bed.
She blearily watches his naked rear end head toward the bathroom, and the sight of his butt makes her smile. He's going about getting ready and she's just laying there all lazy and warm, but realizes she has to get up and get going.]
I could go for some eggs and pancakes. And bacon! With chocolate milk.
[All of that sounds so good, it inspires her to hop out of bed and hurry into the bathroom. He's got the water going, and she just hops right on in.]
I could also go for you in here with me!
[Her favorite showers are always the ones where he's present, after all.]
[He could've lazed around in bed but after that incident with the fucking alarm, no way. No, he's up, and he's ready to get in under that nice hot water with her.
Maybe the "with her" part is the most important, actually. There's no real reason this can't be a nice long shower, given the motel water heater is probably better than the one he has at home. So he doesn't really worry just yet about actually getting clean, because there will be time for that. Right now, he'd rather pull her close, feel those nice soft breasts against his chest, and kiss her nice and slow. His hands start a little massage against her back, pressing his fingertips in circles down either side of her spine, but then he snickers as he winds up just grabbing her butt with a firm squeeze.]
Sorry about the alarm an' that rude wakeup. I was havin' the weirdest fucking dream.
Oh yeah? What were you dreaming about?
[Her hands go to his back now, palms rubbing for a few seconds before her fingernails slowly drag downward.]
Because I was having a really nice sex dream, and it was just getting to the good part before you woke me up.
Mine was nothin' that fun, I'm kinda jealous. Some shit where we were out here on the road, but we were on my bike being chased by a massive fucking wasp.
[He grins and squeezes again, his nails digging little crescents into her skin as he tugs her hips against hers.]
You wanna tell me what yours was like?
[Because very obviously, that seems like exactly the sort of dream he can probably turn into reality. ... Unless her sex dream was the really inexplicable kind like he has sometimes, some completely unreal impossible shit that's fucking hot anyway, threesomes and moresomes with hot people who don't actually exist. But he'd find a way to do his best.]
Oh, we were just having sex on your motorcycle. While we were driving fast.
[It's silly, not something that could actually happen. Her hips roll against his, and she moves so her legs part and he can press his knee between them. Getting clean can wait. Right now, she wants to rock and grind against his leg and feel good.]
Do you ever have dreams like that? Sexy ones?
[Not that it's just words that turn her on, of course. He'd like to think he's doing just as good a job right now with his hands, and with his leg as he presses it between hers and tugs her down against him so she can grind her clit on his thigh. She trembles so nicely when it hits just right, and he can feel it, and he wants more.]
'Course, some of 'em are real dumb when I'm awake an' think back later, even if it's hot when I'm asleep, like one where I just fucked you in the middle of a party, but you just couldn't keep your hands off an' what was I supposed to do?
[He laughs, then slides a hand up to tease her breast, massaging her skin and stroking his thumb across her nipple.]
Can't say I remember one where we fucked on my bike while driving but I like it. Your head goes fun places. I guess we could almost make it happen, if you did most a' the work with your hands.
Really?
[She sounds so genuinely pleased that he's had dreams like that too that it's hard to focus on continuing to enjoy herself against his leg, or entirely focus on how nice and hard he's getting her nipple just with minimal attention.]
I'd like to try that. Fucking in the middle of a party. We almost did at the club in New York, remember? We should try something like that again. Or sometimes I have dreams where it's not just us and there's someone else. But either you or I get jealous and then we end up having really wild sex to remind each other who we belong with.
[It's all just talk, nothing she really wants. All she ever craves is him, in every imaginable way.]
[And it's really easy to laugh off as a result. Look, he really doesn't need to see that much of either of his brothers, ever, no thank you. Extremely unwanted. But it's funny what scenarios happen in dreams. The non-sexy ones are total nonsense so it's no surprise the sex ones get real stupid too and he's had more than enough to know.]
I like your version of it better. You know I'd never let someone else touch you like that, even when you're asleep. An' I know that look you get when you think some other girl might be just a little too friendly, I've seen it.
[And he loves it. He loves that she wants him that badly that she gets all bristly and possessive. With a grin, he backs her off his leg and toward the wall of the shower so he can plant his feet on the bottom of the shower and kiss her hard. With one hand against the wall by her ear, and his lips on hers, he strokes his growing erection to something fuller, then grinds his hips against hers.]
He had dreams about her being fucked by him and Alex?
She's embarrassed just by the thought. That's never going to happen, she'd never want it to happen. She thinks of Alex as a brother, so she looks a little shellshocked for a few seconds.
He keeps talking and soon she's laughing, because she is possessive and doesn't like other girls getting too friendly with him. He's hers. A fact she's reminded of as he gets her against the wall and kisses her like he needs to remind her that she's his right that second. Her legs feel wobbly after such an intense show of affection, and she makes a soft sigh as she can feel him getting hard against her.
Her hand slips down between them to replace his, stroking and giving him something to enjoy for a little while longer.]
Is this easier with me facing you like this? Or turned the other way?
[Because she's definitely getting antsy and really wants to feel him inside her. She's turned on and wet and ready for him, and he has to want her just as badly. All she has to do is angle her hips just right and he can guide himself inside her in a single motion.]
Anyway, who fucking cares. He plants his hands on her hips as he leans in for a nice, long kiss, then helps her turn around so her ass is toward him.]
This is probably better so we don't slip an' fall.
[And boy she is ready for him, but he can't resist dipping a hand between her legs to fondle her clit and then dip a couple fingers inside her anyway, giving a rough rock in and out with his hand to make sure she's really wanting before he presses his cock into her instead. His breath comes hot against the back of her ear as he sighs at how damn good that feels, before he gets his hips moving against hers, trying to drive himself in as deep as he can.]
There's gonna be some party, where it's so busy an' everyone's too high to even care, an' we'll get to have our own little corner where we get what we want.
His promise about fun at a party only makes that heat within her become more consuming, and she trembles with restraint as she nods in appreciation.]
A party with the World Enders?
[That could be fun.
They'd all likely be high and drunk enough no one would even notice.]
We could try first at a party with strangers. At a club. Or -
[Oh my god, she can't focus on talking anymore. She bites at her lip as she tries grinding back against him, her hand dropping away from the wall to rest back against his hip instead.]
[Whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. With the right crowd, they won't even be the only ones. There's a certain type of energy in a group that lends itself to it, where everyone just turns their eyes aside and lets people have whatever fun they want. The gang's good about that for sure, given they're all there just to make their own fun anyway.
And having that mental image in his head is kind of fun, here in the heat and steam of the shower. It's not too hard to picture one of their dark underground spaces, warm with breath and body heat as everyone dances and loses themselves to the music and the energy of the crowd.
He has a beat in his head now, the steady thump of a bass as he thrusts into her and scrapes his teeth against her ear.]
Bet Vegas has some great clubs. We'll find 'em.
Yeah.
[She agrees, panting now.]
We'll find the best club to fuck in, baby.
[There's a pause before she laughs. Only they would get off on talking about fucking in a club while they're fucking in the shower. They're ridiculous, but she loves it.
As she gets more enthusiastic, she tries taking over control from him, changing up the speed and the pace as she grinds back against him.]
So he matches her motions, meets her hips so she can drive back onto him as deep as she likes, and sets his one hand that isn't against the wall to scraping nails up her thigh, then roaming firm and flat up her belly, her breasts, and down again. Finally, his fingers settle on her clit, and he pinches and rolls it as he bucks his hips to make sure she's really taking in every inch of him.]
It'll be like it's just us an' the music. An' the lights, turnin' your hair the prettiest colors. Maybe a nice bright red, so you can be all the fire I need.
I always burn brightest for you.
[His own personal little flame, glowing bright red and gold and keeping him nice and warm. Like right now, it feels like every inch of her is on fire. The tingling heat is building to the breaking point in her center and is spreading out across her limbs, making her have to rely on the wall more for support as her footing slips a little.
Thankfully, he's there to grab her and hold her close to him, and after a few more rolls of her hips she gives in and lets him take back control. Her thighs are quivering by that point, breath coming on faster and harder, with higher pitched gasps sounding off that she's close. A little more of that attention to her clit, and she's falling apart in his arms, left trembling and tense against him and the shower wall.]
And then she does, finally, and he kisses her ear, her shoulder, the back of her neck as he gives her several more good firm thrusts as she rides out that tail end of her orgasm before he comes too with a low, soft moan. Fuck, it's good every time, whether it's fast and rough or slow and sensual. Hardly matters, as long as it's her.
He has to support himself with his hands against the shower wall for a moment before he feels confident of his own balance, and then he kisses a trail down her shoulders before pulling out and away from her. But he takes her in his arms, facing him now, for a kiss as the hot water beats down on them both.]
Feelin' nice an' awake now?
[He sure is, and he snickers.]
Eventually she's able to laugh and duck her head, nodding a little in response to his question. Every time they're together is the best time in her opinion, and this is no exception to the rule.]
Nice and awake. I forgot how much fun sex in the shower could be.
[And now that they're back together with no reason to split apart in the near future, there will be plenty of time for more of it. Now though, they should probably get clean. They aren't limited on hot water here, so they can take their time. But she is feeling nice and content and ready to get washed up. Which means she grabs the motel issue little bottles of shampoo and takes a little for herself before passing it over to him.]
[He laughs as he scrubs shampoo into his hair, working it well to try and get all that hair grease out - so that he can apply more afterward, yeah, sure, but that's important and necessary. And since letting it sit for a minute or two sometimes seems like it helps, he leaves his foamy hair be and instead grabs a washcloth to scrub any remaining smoke off his face, then turns it on Chrissy for a good scrubby sort of impromptu massage all across her back, her neck, her shoulders.]
Hey, when we get out, let's grab the map an' take it down with us to the cafe so we can have a good look. I think we might wanna pick a bigger city to get all our camping shit in, an' I dunno what's on the way. I'm thinkin' maybe we even get firewood somewhere, 'cause I've seen pictures of the Grand Canyon an' I gotta say, there ain't a lotta trees out there. An' if we make a nice big fire we can cook our dinners on it an' so we gotta get some food, too.
[In his heart, he really wants to do a bit of cool frontiersman shit. Shoot a rabbit or a deer with his pistol and cook that. He's pretty sure he could figure it out. He's less sure he knows how to actually find a rabbit.]
[Great minds think alike, obviously. Chrissy's fully into the idea of having a wilderness adventure. She's picturing tent camping, sleeping bags, canteens, campfires, tree chopping, hunting, fishing -
Oh gosh, they're going to have so much fun.
She rinses the shampoo out of her hair, before helping him scrub the grease out of his.]
We could even play cards and horseshoes and sing out by the fire every night.
[She's going to need to find some flannel shirts somewhere for the occasion. She almost gets caught up in imagining a cute camping look when she pauses with her fingers in his hair.]
What other camping games are there? [She pauses, gasping a little.]
Do you think we'll see bears?
[He laughs, and bends his head downward so she can reach better while he soaps himself down. Cards would've been smart. Maybe she grabbed some. But if not, they'll find some, easy. And there are tons of other games - drinking games, anyway. And games he played as a kid, like twenty questions.]
I dunno about bears, do you think there's bears in the desert? I thought bears were in mountains. Desert's got, what. Coyotes? Snakes? But I ain't ever been to where we're goin' so who knows. Maybe they got bears. Tell ya what they got though is a big fuckin' crack in the ground. Wonder what it takes to get down there? Maybe we need, I dunno, a big long rope.
His commentary about bears just makes her shrug. Does she look like someone smart enough to know where bears live? She knows about lots of things. Even more now than she used to. But bears aren't one of those things. Her experience with bears is limited to the zoo in New York City.
Remembering that makes her stop and tip her head to the side as she steps back to let him rinse his hair.]
I wonder what happened to Gus. The bear we set free from the zoo? I hope he's doing okay. I bet he'd like to live at the Grand Canyon. Oh! We wouldn't need a rope because we could ride him all the way down to the bottom. Like a donkey!
[Only better because Gus is a bear. With claws. And lots of fur. And a big roar.]
Shit, yeah, that would be so badass! Man, well maybe that dude made it to the river or the sea or somethin' an' swam home. Or he's just livin' in that park, eating tourists! Fuck, I hope so. I guess if we ever end up back in the 90s we can try an' find out what happened.
[If they end up in the same 90s anyway, since it's clear they don't always manage to be in the same version of the world. But hey, it could happen.
Once he's all cleaned up, he hops out of the shower to grab himself a towel, then has a look in the mirror. Yeah, that bruise on his face is clearing up now. Just a funny yellow-green smudge.]
It's funny, her mother spent her entire life telling her how happy she'd be when she was this thin. And now that she is? She thinks she looks sick. But she knows that slowly she'll return back to feeling just right. Those dark circles under her eyes are already starting to fade, but it will take time for them to disappear completely.
The whole concept of her being able to lose weight and gain weight, but some of her other biological functions don't properly work is baffling to her. In a moment where she's confused on how it all works, she takes the towel out of her hair and lets it down. Her fingers brush through her bangs and she examines them critically. They're longer, but not enough that she can say for sure her hair has grown any.]
Has your hair grown at all since you came back?
[She's frowning at her reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out if she likes the person she's become. It'll change back to normal, and she knows that. But she just wishes it would happen now.]
[He takes a second to comb his fingers through his hair, pulls a section of it straight, then grins and lets go as he goes back to toweling off.]
Guess I'll never grow a moustache.
[Gosh, what a tragedy.]
Has yours? Doesn't seem that different.
[But of course when you see someone basically every day, and don't stare deeply at the exact length of something like hair, it doesn't really stand out. Now, they did have plenty of time apart recently, but he can't say it's her hair that makes for the most noticeable difference.]
[She lets her hair go and sighs a little as she leans against the counter.]
I don't get how I can lose and gain weight still, but my hair doesn't grow and other things don't work anymore. Maybe the Ender will know why it's like that. I'll have to talk to him once we're back home.
[There's no point in dwelling over it too much now. Nope, now she just leans over to kiss his cheek before heading back into the room to get dressed. She's craving some 80s fashion back in her life, so hopefully there's a little shop in town they can hit up before they leave. Jeans and a simple white t-shirt are fine for today though.]