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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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We got so many fun nights still ahead of us, babe. I love havin' fun with you like this.
[This kind of absolutely ridiculous laughter and joking around is something he's had with friends, but never with a girl. Or, well, not the girls who were just around for a night or two anyway. He wouldn't have expected that either, obviously, but it does make him value how much he's gained by being in a real relationship with someone who completely gets him.]
When we get back, when the Riders start playin' shows, you'll see, we get some real dumb after parties goin' sometimes. You still don't even know Cid all that well but that dude's fuckin' funny under that kinda normal, quiet exterior he sometimes puts on.
[And poor fucking Rigo. Oh well, can't dwell on that, but fuck.]
Nico seems like a good kid, I'm lookin' forward to gettin' to know him better.
[It will be fun for her to get to know everyone, really. She's only just started getting to know his brothers, and although she guesses she'll probably be closest to them just by extension of Johnnie, she knows that she'll eventually form her own friendships and little units with people that are in the World Enders outside of Johnnie too. She's looking forward to that too.
Her cheek nuzzles against him as her hand rubs at his thigh, and she looks into the fire like it'll show her the future and how great settling into the World Enders will be for her.]
I hope Moonbeam will come with me to your first show once we're back. I want to spend a lot of time with her too, now that I'm not sad and depressed all the time.
[Saying that out loud really makes her appreciate how patient and kind Moonbeam has been with her.]
I kinda want to invite some of the friends I made while I was away to your show too. I think they'd really have a lot of fun, and I want you to get a chance to meet them.
[Since among the gang, they definitely know who that fortune teller in the song is, and nothing gets the crowd dancing like having those two dancing for everyone, at least until Dale has to get back to his guitar. Just thinking about it makes him smile fondly. It's really been way too long since they all got to play, and he is dead set on making that deadline to return even if it means leaving here a little early just in case of unforseen time shifts dumping them on dirt roads.
He pulls away just enough to reach for that skewer and pull his second hot dog out of the fire, but that needs to just sit and cool before he can eat it, so he settles back against her as soon as he can.]
I definitely wanna meet your friends, too. You think they'd come? We kinda have a reputation, an' I don't just mean with the people who know we're all in a gang, I mean, our audience don't just sit there nicely an' listen to the music either. I see people get dragged out for smokin' pot or fuckin' around startin' fights by the bar or whatever.
[They're not World Enders. And they have to know who the gang is and what they do. She's not sure they'd approve of her becoming one, or being with Johnnie. And she knows they'd be afraid of her if they saw what she could be like when she gets a little bloodthirsty or wants to start a fire.
Thinking all that makes her bite at her lip and shrink back inside herself a little, frowning at the realization that she probably should just keep herself away from them. They're better off if she doesn't drag them into things.]
Maybe it's better if they just think I'm gone. I'd have to tell them what my real name is, and they'd have to accept that I'm in a gang, and that I do things sometimes that probably would scare them. I can make new friends in the gang or around our neighborhood. Maybe even at your shows!
[That's optimistic enough she's at least able to smile a little. There's no point in being sad about something that's over now. Those friends were part of the brief phase in her life that's closed. She's ready to move on.]
The band's relationship to the World Enders is a pretty poorly-concealed secret, but he knows there are enough people who are completely oblivious to the world that takes place in the streets at night. It's like his own little window into that world sometimes, when as part of the band they get to go on TV or meet executive types who may only know the World Enders from the newspaper and shake their heads and never quite understand that they're real people and not comic book villains or whatever it is they picture over their Saturday morning coffee and pancakes.
What a dull life it must be, to be so oblivious.]
You can do whichever you want, baby girl. If they're real good friends, maybe they'll give you a chance anyway. Maybe they'll see we got a point of view worth considering. A show's a good way to bridge that gap anyway, right? Everyone likes music an' if the scene ain't for them, they can leave any time.
The silence that lapses between them ins't awkward because it's much needed for her to sort through her thoughts. Her new life comes with some new rules and boundaries, and she realizes that there's a way to keep her World Ender things separate from music.]
I'll go downtown and invite them myself, and see if they stick around.
[That's an easy enough decision to eventually come to, and it's one that she can live with and look forward to.]
Anyone that doesn't want to be around me because of your band, or the group I belong to isn't really worth my time.
Yeah, pretty much. May as well give 'em a chance, though, right? You don't gotta apologize for who you are, they just gotta decide what they think. An' if they're your friends, they're welcome to hang out.
[He shrugs. Anyone is welcome to come to a show. The more the merrier, in fact! Friends especially so, and friends who come time after time and maybe stop by afterward with free drinks for the band, well, those are the best sort of friends, but now he's getting well ahead of the topic at hand.]
Yeah, we'll see what happens!
[She sounds generally mellow and cheerful at least, not all upset or worked up over something that doesn't really matter in the long run. All that she really cares about now is this stretch of time they have together.]
What do you want to do after we finish eating? It's probably late, but I'm not tired yet.
[Hold on, he'll think about that while he eats his hot dog and tries not to laugh about it. It's normal, he's eating it normally, but the memory of their stupid jokes will haunt him every time he eats one for a while.]
Well, we can sort some a' this stuff better, make sure the cold shit gets into that cooler you picked up. An' then... Get my guitar out? Or play a game? I guess some a' the stuff we wanna do really is gonna be better when it's day.
[But music, games, looking for shooting stars, all that is nice around the fire and he's sure not ready to sleep yet either.]
Yeah, let's get everything set up and then we can do some fun things until we're both ready to pick up where we left off in the car.
[Her eyebrows waggle at that suggestion, and she laughs as she moves to stand up. She's done eating, so she might as well get started putting things in the cooler so they don't spoil. The bag of marshmallows are stumbled upon, and she decides that roasting a couple of those sound a lot better than organizing, so she opens the bag and brings them to be skewered and put in the fire.
Sure, they'll taste a little like hot dog. But that's okay. Roasted marshmallows are delicious. ]
[He's just pretty sure that once they're in there he won't want to get up and out of the cozy sleeping bag and also out of her arms, so, maybe better to wait. Maybe. He's feeling pleasantly hazy with weed and everything sounds pretty nice, and if they want to pick up where they left off before they even get into that tent, well, he won't complain.
That sugar smells good too, and once he swallows down his last bite of hot dog he's going for marshmallows also. He almost immediately catches his on fire, though, and waves it aggressively to put it out, laughing.]
Aw, fuck. Oh well, we got a ton a' these.
[And burned sugar while high actually tastes really fucking good, he's decided just now, once he's blown that molten gooey nugget to the point where he can get it in his mouth.]
[Chrissy has a roasted marshmallow preference, and that is absolutely charred. Both of hers are pulled out of the flames on fire, and she watches them burn and turns the skewer so it blackens the marshmallows as evenly as possible. After she blows them out, they go right into her mouth with no regard to how hot they must be.
Once she's swallowed down her mouthful, she decides that the best way to top off that kind of dessert is with a kiss. That way she can taste the marshmallow on him too. She pulls back with her tongue licking at her lips.]
Come on, let's finish getting things set up and then we have the rest of the night to do whatever we want.
[That is entirely said to motivate herself and not meant to tell him what to do.]
[Yeah, he'd suggested organizing and yeah, he really doesn't want to bother. Before, it seemed reasonable to wait until they had a fire going to make it easier to see and now it seems reasonable to wait because she's warm and she tastes good and won't it be even easier to put things where they want them when it's daylight? Or just get things as they need them?
He leans in for another kiss as he loops his arms around her, then grins as he nibbles at her neck, remembering the vampire thing from earlier.]
How 'bout... I keep you here for a bit, then we just make sure the food's all packed away in the trunk so fuckin' desert bears don't get at it while we're asleep.
So there are bears here?
[She really hopes that there are. It would be fun to get to see one. Not so much fun to have one eat their food, so they probably should get it packed away later. It's not like a bear is stupid enough to come prowling when two people are going at it outside.
So she shrugs and leans back in, hand cupping his cheek as she kisses him. It draws out and she winds up shifting so she's straddling his lap. That's much more comfortable than being all the way over beside him. On top of him is far more satisfying.]
[The actual bears aren't the point, there could be all sorts of animals around. There better be, actually, because shooting one and cooking it over the fire sounds cool. Better be some kind of animal. Bears are optional.
With her now on his lap, he runs a hand up her back, under her shirt, while the fingers of his other hand dip lower under the waistband of her panties. But his focus is mainly on his lips, on enjoying the soft, smooth skin of her neck and her jaw and then across to her mouth again, all augmented by his pleasant buzz of a high.]
First night out camping, I feel like I gotta make it a real fun one. Did we grab chocolate syrup?
[See, that's the real reason they should organize at least the food, things got kind of chaotic in that grocery run and he's not sure what all they even have, but she'd mentioned chocolate and now he's hoping for it just so he can lick it off her like she's his own best campfire s'more.]
[She just has to find where it is. After one more kiss, she reluctantly pulls herself out of his lap, and pokes at the tip of his nose.]
You stay right there. Think sexy thoughts.
[He better be thinking of lots of sexy things, because it winds up taking her a couple of minutes to find the chocolate syrup. But it's there in the trunk still, and she grabs it and holds it up above her head like a trophy as she jogs back to the fire. It's passed off to him, but rather than get back on his lap she stands in front of him, biting at her lip.]
He also really likes the idea that she thinks he's especially attractive in the firelight, so maybe he ought to make use of that. He watches her moving around over by the car, and then starts pulling off his jacket as she comes back, letting it sink down to the dirt behind him.
And now what? He takes the syrup from her, and casts her a cocky smile.]
What's that look about? We forget somethin'?
[She's still biting at her lip as she shakes her head, and sways a little. It's hard not to admire the sight of him in the glow of the fire.]
I just like how you look in the firelight is all.
[That confident smile on his face makes her legs feel all weak, and she gets that smitten grin on her face as she stares at him for a few seconds longer. It doesn't take her long to find her footing and she steps forward, hands bracing against his shoulders as she shifts to straddle his lap once again.]
Somehow in his slightly high brain his plans for the immediate present keep changing. First there was organizing things, then there was delaying that for a few minutes to make out, and now he's absolutely certain that he can't just stop at making out only. No way. Not with her skin all warm and golden by the fire, not with her here sitting with her legs spread over his lap, and definitely not now that she's brought the chocolate syrup over.
There's a brief pause where he reaches down and leans to move that syrup closer to the fire. Might as well warm it up for her.]
You look like you stepped right outta some fairytale yourself, milagrita, your hair's all spun gold. Can't wait to lay you down by this fire an' lick chocolate off every part of you.
In the mix of all that, her jacket comes off along with her shirt, and after she rises up to get her jeans off she's very content to straddle only one of his legs. That's all the better to rock and grind against and really get some friction going, though she belatedly thinks she's going to leave a nice little wet spot on his jeans.
Maybe they should've grabbed some laundry soap at the grocery store too.
Oh well.
There's no time for thoughts about getting clean, not when she's softly gasping and sighing as she rides his leg while she kisses him until her breath is stolen away from her. It's when she pauses in seeking out that delicious friction that she guides his hand up to touch at her breast once again, and she reverently breathes out his name.]
I'll be your milagrita anytime, but tonight I wanna be your fairytale princess.
[The fire's making her nice and warm and pink, and her hair is all silken gold. If that doesn't make her as good as a princess, she doesn't know what will.]
[All red-gold and absolutely desperate for him. He watches in smug silence at how the light dances across her skin, now bare from the waist up. He can feel that wetness against his leg, and grins as he massages her breast while settling the fingers of his other hand on her hip to help push and pull and drag her against his leg.
Maybe he shouldn't be smug, shouldn't be cocky about this, but hell, just looking at her, she could have any guy she wanted. She didn't have the confidence, once upon a time, but she does now, and she still wants him, and she should because he's a pretty damn fine catch himself, he'd like to think. So really, he has plenty of reason for that smirk he wears as he watches her, and as she moves against him, and especially as he pulls back to tug off his shirt and then clasps her close to his bare chest while she gets kisses firm enough to swell those pretty lips of hers.]
Princess of the desert, all gold an' fire. I'm gonna find a spot for you here, bet the sand's nice an' warm.
[Sand, or dirt, but "sand" sounds nicer. There's something so fucking hot about just fucking in the wide open under the sky. Nobody's out here to bother them.
He curls his arms around her butt like he's going to lift her up as he stands, himself the fairytale prince, but it turns out that that's way harder than it should be and she'll have to help by standing while he snickers to himself. But there's a nice clear spot here next to them, once he's kicked some rocks aside with his toe, and then he tugs her down with him until she's on the ground and he's tracing teeth and lips and tongue against her ribs and belly.]
He knows exactly where to lick, where to apply a graze of his teeth, and the exact spots that make her gasp. Her fingers find his hair and gently work through it, soft and affectionate.]
It's nice and warm, but it could probably be a little warmer.
[Her hands trace down his shoulders and what she can reach on his back, seeking more warmth and contact.]
[And maybe it's rude and annoying but he's actually going to keep his on for a few minutes, because there's still chocolate syrup to play with and having denim over his knees while scrambling around sounds helpful.
Her shoes come off readily, and then he kisses her while working the button and zipper of her pants undone before pulling those off along with her panties. There, now she's really all bare skin and beautiful. He pauses to admire her in the golden light, trailing a hand down her chest and belly as he stares, almost transfixed. But it lasts all of a second or two before he grins and turns away to grab that syrup bottle.]
Glad I didn't go too crazy on the marshmallows, this is a way better dessert.
[He pours a line of it between her breasts, then swipes a finger through the chocolate and licks it off, like she needs the extra little bit of show before he dips his head down to run his tongue across her skin and clean up every drop.]
dirtsand, but she's high enough that everything feels tingly and warm and fun. Besides, she's so transfixed by the way he looks towering up above her that she just smiles up at him and laughs in delight.Of course, he gets that bottle of chocolate syrup open and her laughter abruptly fades, and she admires the sight of him licking his finger. He's always captivating to her, but in the fire's glow he looks like a...
No, not a prince.
Something more than that. He looks like one of those Gods she learned about in school. Striking and confident and so in control. The thought makes her snicker, though when he takes to licking up the trail he's left against her skin she sucks in a sharp breath of air. Her stomach sinks inward as she does, and it's held there, breath still as she enjoys the sensation. He leaves goosebumps in his wake, and she feels herself blushing as her nipples are hardening all on their own, just from arousal and exposure to the nighttime air.]
I think you should have seconds.
[Just so he can have his fill. Not at all because she wants his mouth all over her. Nope.]
[An easy agreement, since he was planning to anyway. And how could he not? She's all laid bare and beautiful for him and so damn arousing even without the chocolate, but then you add sugar to the mix, and, well. He's hooked. He'd probably do this until he was sick from the sugar overload, because she's too fucking irresistible.
He tips the bottle over one of her breasts, then licks up the chocolate that runs down the curve of soft skin before it has the chance to run off into the sand. Grinning, he shifts downward, pouring a drizzle in a circle around her belly button, and then slowly laps up every drop. And when she's free of chocolate his mouth continues working her skin anyway as he kisses and nibbles along a hipbone.]
Baby girl, you taste so damn good. You wanna have a turn?
[He's having fun, he can definitely keep doing this, but just as exciting is the idea of her getting to lick chocolate off of him, and so he smiles up at her from his position between her legs, chin resting teasingly right atop her pubic bone, as he reaches forward to set the bottle next to her.]