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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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You'll break some hearts doin' that, baby girl. Dale's gonna have his hands full fightin' off all the swooning fans.
[Still chuckling, he lets his hand drop back to the guitar to work on that melody, maybe string some more words together.]
[She insists as she leans back, looking all kinds of smug. She's at a place where she'd have no issue beating up girls or guys that need to be reminded Johnnie belongs with her and isn't up for grabs.]
Anything to keep those kisses all for me.
[But she settles down after that, scooting so she can lean back against the trunk of the tree. She could watch him play for hours and be content.]
[And he switches the tune to one she'll probably remember even though he hasn't played it for her often enough. It's the one he still thinks of as unfinished, even though it's pretty far along, the one where as he sings, he compares her dancing in the firelight to a swirl of flames, a storm whipped up around them both.
Yeah, he loves the attention of the crowd and yeah, he'll still play to them on stage. She'll probably get jealous if she doesn't remind herself it's all part of the act, and he might just remind her before they go on, just so she knows. But he's hers and no amount of attention-seeking and teasing all those horny young fans of rock and roll is going to change that.]
He's playing her song.
Her breath catches as she listens, her eyes intently on him. Music is one of his many love languages when it comes to her, and she absolutely loves that he wrote this just for her. He doesn't play it often enough, and she thinks maybe she'll ask him to change that.
As he finishes, she's sitting on her knees, and scoots in closer and closer until she can slip into his lap and straddle him. His guitar is wonderful and she loves it, but she wants to be close to him now. If his kisses are all hers, she needs to let her lips seek out his over and over again until the both of them are breathless.]
Te quiero mucho. [One more kiss.] Mucho. [Okay, one more.] Very mucho.
MuchÃsimo. But very mucho works good too. I kinda like it.
[Since it's not like he's particular about getting it "right" when the meaning is clear enough. And boy is her meaning ever clear right now. With a content sigh, she gets a few more kisses just because even if she's done, he isn't, and he strokes his hands up and down her back.]
Te quiero tambien, milagrita. Y me encanto cuando me das todos los besitos. ... Kinda think I need some water, though. Or a coke, we got more of those in the car, right?
I'll go get some, wait here.
[She's darting off then, hurrying over to the car to get a couple of cherry cokes. They're nice and cold and fresh from the cooler, and she's excited to deliver them back to him. His can is tossed over, and she cracks her own open.]
Did you ever climb trees when you were a kid?
[It's definitely out of left field, but it has a point. She promises.]
[He cracks the can open and has a deep long drink. Hm. Warm. But the sugar and the fizz is exactly what he was after, so that part is satisfying at least.]
Tried to climb palms at Hollenbeck a coupla times but man those things are made for monkeys, not people.
[She's chugging her can, hopping from foot to foot. Repressing all that trauma she's just experienced is working out great for her. Now she isn't even thinking about it at all. She just is seeking out movement and ways to stay active so she doesn't have time to be still.]
Winner gets...
[Her head tips back so she can look up at that big old tree. Can they even climb up it safely.]
Well, it doesn't matter what the winner gets. Just the pride in saying they won.
[That's enough, right?]
[No way he's going to chug this whole can at once but he takes a long gulp anyway, presses it into the dirt until it stays upright, then dusts his pants off as he looks up at the tree.
If they both climb this at once it's going to be fucking brutal, there are only so many good branches to get started. But he's ready for it.]
All right, on three, you ready? One... two... three!
[He flings himself at the trunk, grabbing for a low branch so he can pull himself upward. Let's see how this goes.]
[She shouts out, laughing as she leaps right after him. Sure, he gets a head start. But there's no issue with her jumping and pulling herself up to a low branch in an attempt to bound right up to the next one with no pause. It's a little tricky climbing this old thing at the same time, but the fun is in the challenge. She can't stop laughing, because even as she competes with him, she has to stop and glance to make sure he's making it up safely. And she's pretty sure if she starts to slip up, he'd grab her and hoist her to wherever he is.
After four or five branches, she's down below him, and she has to pause to let him get up higher before she can safely climb up after him.]
Better go faster, baby! I'm gonna grab your shoe!
[It's only a tease, of course. She won't actually try to trip him up. But she can make a pinching motion with her hand to demonstrate how dramatically she'll snatch his shoes right off of him.]
[He shouts back down at her, laughing. This tree is getting harder to climb up here, that's for sure - more of the branches are smaller, and the... leaves? Needles? Scales? Whatever you call these things, they're really rough and poky and scratchy and keep getting caught in his hair. He sputters as one somehow gets in his nose, and he bats at the offensive twig, only for it to bend, then snap back into place.]
Ow, fuck! Fuck you, tree!
[He hops up onto another branch, and hears a crack. It bends and flexes sharply underfoot, and he has to hold on with his hands and knees around the trunk to avoid going down with it.]
Hey uh, this thing sucks to climb, just so y'know! I'm almost at the top, so if you wanna give up, now's a good time!
Give up? No way!
[She pulls herself up to the branch below him, and then can see her mistake. He's really having to hang on, and she's put herself right in the way if he falls. Oh gosh, this was a bad idea.]
Maybe if you come down here, we can call it a draw. Since if you stay like that much longer, you'll fall all the way to the bottom. Right on top of your guitar.
[Maybe she wouldn't, actually, but he's definitely not about to trust her. He's done this kind of dumb shit with his brothers too much to think of that kind of offer as anything like trustworthy.
Now, if he could get the center of his weight close to the center of the tree, things would be less precarious. But all those dense, scratchy branches make it really hard. And up here, he's not even left with real strong branches, just these little narrow ones.
He gets his toe on the base of one branch right up against the trunk, and it seems solid enough there - the problem now is putting his weight on it. He tries, his foot slips off the branch, and he holds on for dear (un) life and wraps a knee around what he can reach of the trunk, wincing at how the tree's rough bark scratches against his palms and face.
That foot of his goes right past her head, rushing right down along the back of her shoulder.]
Shit, sorry. I'm tellin' ya, this thing's a fuckin' asshole. But I'm not getting beaten by a tree! You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. I think you scraped me a little, but it's not like I've never bled before.
[Climbing up any higher is a bad idea. The branches will snap and they'll fall and really hurt themselves. So she turns her head to try and kiss at his leg, then sighs and starts climbing down to give him room.]
You win, baby. You got the highest, the fastest.
[Her footing misses as she tries going down to the next branch, and she winds up dropping down about four before managing to catch herself. She screams as she goes down, but as soon as her hands find purchase on the branch she clings hold and swings herself around so she's laying across it on her belly. Now her arms and legs are just dangling there, and she's panting in an attempt to catch her breath.]
He was going to try anyway until he hears Chrissy scream as she falls. There's no way he can do anything from up here but try to scramble lower to at least get to her quickly if something goes really wrong, but he's relieved to see she catches herself before falling too far.
Fuck you, tree. He sighs and makes his way down, hanging from branches and letting his feet find the way until he's just about down to where she's dangling.]
Hey. You okay, baby girl? Ground's not far, you think you can get down or d'you need help?
[It's at this time that he hears the rumble of a vehicle engine down the nearest road, and the slam of a car door. At some point a park ranger must have seen them, and is walking over.]
Hey you two, get down and out of that tree right now.
[The tone is calm, but firm. Johnnie rolls his eyes, easily picturing some fucking wannabe cop who couldn't make the cut standing there with hands on his hips and a look of disapproval.]
Yeah, yeah, we're workin' on it!
I'm doing my best! It's just a tree, we're not hurting it.
[Maybe she'd take things a little more seriously if the park ranger doesn't say the most ridiculous thing in the entire world.]
Tell that to the branches you broke messing around. You both nearly broke your necks up there.
[She doesn't mean to snort. Really, she doesn't. But that's the dumbest thing she's ever heard, and she snorts loudly. But she slides back, swinging her way down to land on the ground. Her landing is a stumble, but she's laughing as she dusts her hands off on her backside.]
Anyway, that tree is a really big asshole. It deserved to get its branches broken.
[She kindly leaves off the part that the ranger's outfit looks really nerdy and stupid, because that would just be mean. And she's not looking to be mean. Just honest.]
Right. You just stay out of the trees, they're part of our park resources. If I catch you up there again I'll be writing you a ticket for damage to park property.
[Like it's a line he's said before but never to two people who look like them - whatever they look like to him. He even takes a step backward.
Johnnie's just glad the guy's apparently willing to let them off with nothing worse than a warning. His palms are all scratched up and worse, there's sap on them now too, ew. He frowns as he looks them over, then shrugs.]
Sure man, whatever. We're outta here. Get better fuckin' trees.
Finally, she's scared someone all by herself. That's worth being proud about. She laughs as she watches the park ranger retreat, and lets out a howl as he speeds off somewhere else.
The best place to find herself after all that is in Johnnie's arms, and she makes her way into them with a smug grin.]
I was really mad at myself for not being as good at you are at climbing trees. It feels like I'm behind you at everything, but -
[She kisses him, before leaning back enough that he can see her smile. She's not really upset.]
I think I was the one that definitely scared that guy.
Hell yeah, you were! Man, he didn't know what he was dealin' with, or who! Fuckin' idiot, serves him right. An' then he says he'll ticket us if we do it again? Man, not a fuckin' chance.
[He kisses her, grinning, then pulls away so he can go retrieve his coke and take another big gulp from it. Except with their messing around in the tree, it has bits of tree in it and he sputters and spits out something that tasted weird and plant-y.]
Feh. Gross. So, now what? What do I win?
Win?
[She pretends to have no idea what he's talking about, eyes going wide as she blinks. But the way she can't stop a smile from spreading across her face says she knows exactly what he's getting at.]
Well, what kind of prize do you want? I stole a really neat headlamp from that store.
[That makes him laugh plenty, and he swipes at her playfully before going to pack up his guitar back into its case and sling it over a shoulder.]
I think after all we've done today, my prize oughta be we go back, make up somethin' to eat, an' then see where things go from there. Whaddya say?
[He comes back over and settles his hands on her hips for a nice long kiss. Sunset will eventually come around, and it feels way too early for whatever his usual nighttime meal should be called, but they spent a ton of energy running around in the darkness earlier and he could go with a hearty snack while they watch the sun slip down toward the horizon.]
[Her hand runs along his arm as she kisses him again, this one shorter and more chaste. Which is funny to her, because the words that casually slip past her lips next are far from it.]
I hope things lead to your cock inside me somewhere.
[Again she kisses him, this time long and deep with her tongue delving into his mouth. And she pulls away with a content smile, sauntering her way toward the car with her hips swaying. She finds her sunglasses on the seat and puts them on, because gosh, she is just so cool today.]
[That chuckle turns into a darker, quieter snicker as she pulls away. He's glad to know she's feeling much better after everything earlier, and it's always nice to hear just how eager for him she is.
He gets his guitar into the back seat, then slides on into the driver's seat and settles his sunglasses on his face, then gives her a smirk. Might as well start getting her even more in the mood - the teasing is always plenty of fun. She gets another kiss, a hand settled on her knee as he does so, before he pulls away to get the car started and turned in the direction of their campsite.]
No te preocupes, baby girl. Voy a enchufarte adentro tan apretada que olvidas que dia está.
[No, he knows she won't get all that, it's for effect. But she can puzzle some of it out while he grins and makes their way back toward the exit.]
So as he drives, she wears a thoughtful look on her face as the wheels in her head turn and turn.]
...what day it is?
[She thinks that's what the last part is. But the rest of it, she can't figure out. They're a good handful of minutes into their drive back to the campsite at this point.]
What did you say, baby? Dime.
Voy a enchufarte adentro - enchufar, that's "to plug", right? Adentro, that's "inside", kinda redundant, but it makes the point. You with me so far? Voy a enchufarte adentro, like I'm gonna really fill you all up inside. Tan apretada que, that's "so tight that", an olvidar is to forget.
[There, she has all the pieces now, if she remembers enough to string it together.]