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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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[It's not the kind of thing that would be allowed in an indoor venue, which means they have to do it sometime just to shock people before getting permanently banned from a venue. Sounds too damn good. Maybe after they get real good at it though with the folks at home, just so the crowd can protest when some manager kicks the band out of the best show an audience has ever seen in their lives.
Those are plans to be made another time, though. For now, he snickers at picturing it and lightly drums his hands on her back.]
Hey, let's look for wood when we go walk farther out, there's gotta be some around here somewhere. Maybe in those old camps on the map. They musta built shacks or wagons or somethin', some of it's gotta be good still for fire.
[They might have to really work for it down here, but that's okay. It'll be worth it. Any effort is worth getting to make a fire, just for the sake of burning things. Staying warm at night will be nice too, so it's not like there isn't a purpose to setting one this time.
Those words are whispered into his ear with a soft giggle, her nose nuzzling against his lobe before she kisses at the spot right behind his ear.]
And that way, we can burn whatever other people left behind, so this area will be nothing but ours.
[But oh well. Maybe there will people here still a thousand years in the future to see it then too.
And that kind of makes him want to get up and carve something now. But, well, damn shoes. Is it worth putting on soggy wet shoes to climb up the slope of scree and try chipping letters into these rocks? It's something to do, but it could be done any time, really, so maybe they'd better wait until they have dry shoes to do that in.
With a resigned sigh, he kisses Chrissy's head, and scratches his fingers lightly down her back.]
Fuckin' hate waiting around like this. How does anyone ever do it?
[She teases, laughing as she lifts her head to smile down at him. He's just so handsome all the time, but he's particularly cute now. Him slowing down and being perfect and cuddly really does things for her.]
But if you're that bored, there's ways to take care of that.
[She does a casual rock of her hips against him, grinding in a way that's completely teasing.]
Except -
[She sits up a little more, head turning to peer up at the canyon walls.]
Do you think people can see us all the way down here?
[It's impossible to see anyone up there, so probably not. She's sure it's fine.]
Baby girl, they ain't got a clue. They won't hear us either, not a chance.
[And sure, a minute or two ago he wasn't all that in the mood, but now it's sounding more and more appealing. Probably the best possible way to kill time, actually. He grins as he leans in to nip at her lips while he lets his hands continue to roam.]
[Oh, he's nipping at her lips and touching her. She's both skeptical of what he's said but also easily distracted from worrying about it with his touch. Still, she pulls away and glances back up.]
What if you make me scream and it echoes bad enough that it causes a rockslide?
[There's a second where it seems like she might be genuinely concerned about this, but when she looks back to him she's grinning and barely containing her laughter. Her lips seek out his, just so she can nip at his lips in return.]
[And now it feels like a challenge. Only he doesn't really want them to get buried in a landslide, but, the principle of it sounds fucking hilarious and they might as well go at it like they could actually achieve that.
So he captures her lips in a kiss just long enough to sneak his hands under her shirt, then breaks it off as he pulls her shirt up and over her head once her arms cooperate. He tosses that aside, and then gives her a shove to the side so he can flip them over and so he can straddle her hips.]
Guess we better see if we can scare those poor folks up top by makin' you come so loud they realize the canyon's got ghosts.
That just makes them more awesome.
She leans up to nip at his lip before claiming a kiss, laughing as she falls back to rest against the sleeping bag. Her hands work at his shirt, impatiently tugging it off.]
There's gonna be ghost stories about us, baby. They'll be talking about the mysterious screams of ecstasy at the grand canyon for years.
[Well, as if they'll manage to come back here specifically in a future that links to this present. But if they do, he'll be delighted.
Right now, it's almost immediately gone from his mind, though. He focuses on Chrissy, settling himself down on top of her so he can feel her skin on his. A kiss or two yields to a pause so he can work her bra off, then lean low over her to kiss her more with a hand free now to caress and massage one of her breasts.]
All those old miners would be so damn jealous. This really is our spot now, forever.
You like that, huh? Other people being jealous of what you have?
[Her tone is teasing, even as his attention to her breasts makes her softly sigh as she shifts beneath him. His lips are still close to hers, so that means stealing another kiss, one that ends with her tugging at his lip with her teeth.
With his shirt off, her hands are free to slowly map along his back, working their way to his ass, which she squeezes and kneads.]
I think we'd make them a lot more jealous if we got your pants off.
What, you think they're gonna be more jealous of my dick than the fact I got a hot girl all the way down here? Okay.
[Too fucking funny. He's still snickering as he nibbles at her lips, her jawline, her neck before sitting up so he can get his pants off and underwear with them, since she's asking so nicely.
Once they're tossed aside, he undoes her shorts and grasps them at the hip so he can slide those and her panties right off and away.]
Guess I don't care too much about them bein' jealous anyway, 'cause it's just you an' me here right now, an' all the rocks around us.
No, I meant they'd be jealous of all the great sex you get to have with me!
[But sure, they might be jealous of his dick. Who knows, who cares. All she's concerned about is the fact they're both naked in record time, and she paws at him until she can grab at his shoulder and pull him back down in over her.]
You never know, baby. The rocks might be able to see us.
[Again she laughs, and this time has to duck her head to press against his shoulder to let all those giggles work their way out of her.]
We better give them a good show.
[Her leg hikes upward, pressing against him. Her foot trails up along his leg as she does, which only makes her laugh more. What's so funny? She has no idea, but she's grateful he doesn't mind a little silliness.]
He gets his arms around both her legs and hoists them up over his shoulders. He'll give her one little bit of teasing, though - they've jumped to this quickly and he's hard but maybe not nearly as much as he'd like. He can fix that right away, though, as he grinds his cock against her opening, and shudders at the sensation of sensitive skin.]
Different kinda rock show than I ever put on, I'll say.
In that case -
[She pauses to try and rock her hips to grind up against him, breath coming on a little heavier as she does. Yeah, that's just made her brain go blank, and she breathlessly laughs at herself for forgetting whatever witty thing she was trying to say.]
Oh gosh, I need you so bad. I can't even think straight anymore.
[Or something. That doesn't exactly make logical sense either but that isn't his main concern right now.
And he's firming up fast, that's for damn sure, nothing like all those sparks of pleasure flying to get things where they ought to be. He loves that she's so damn ready to go at a moment's notice, any time.
He rocks his hips against hers a few more times, then lines up with his hands grasping her hips and drives into her in one easy motion. They fit together so damn perfect, especially now he knows her shape as well as he does, and that grinding becomes thrusting, deep and even into her.]
Neither of them are so worked up that things are frenzied and driven by sheer lust, so after a little while her hand goes to his shoulder and she squeezes before giving a little push.
Yeah, they're doing things their way. And right now, she feels a strong need to change things up. Not because this isn't good. It's fucking amazing. She just has the freedom to switch and is in the mood to do so.]
Wanna ride you.
[Yeah, she's whining as she says it, but that's alright. It's all his fault for thrusting so deep and firmly into her that she can't help but be reduced to that.]
Please?
[He manages it between shivers of pleasure that course through him like waves, and her request just sends another through him. He's all in on whatever she wants, always, but it's been a little bit since she was on top and it sounds excellent to him.
So with a shudder, he pulls out and lets her legs down, then sits beside her and reaches to pull her onto him, kissing her the whole time.]
Sunlight's gonna frame you like a firey halo, princess. Ride me like you got fire in you.
That gets her to shiver from head to toe, and she gasps as she breaks the kiss and ducks her head for a few seconds. It doesn't take her long to start moving in earnest, working up to riding him at a clipped pace.]
I guess I gotta work up to being made of fire.
[Her breath is coming out in little pants, and she laughs at the exertion she's already feeling. She's in good shape though, she's not going to tire out as long as she doesn't go too fast.]
That pace she's set is real good, even if she's not the literal embodiment of fire or anything. He grins, he gasps, and tips his head back as he arches slightly, enjoying the drag and pull of her against him, and all that addictive slick friction.]
'S why you're my little flame. Not everything's gotta be a raging bonfire. You got plenty of heat.
[And light, and fuck, this is nice. He drags his nails down her ass, her hips, then delivers a sharp swat to her thigh. Might mess up her rhythm she's working so hard to maintain but he doesn't exactly care.]
Fuck. [She whispers, fiercely kissing him in a way that's little more than a smashing of teeth.] All that heat's for you, baby. Do that again.
[Just to get him to oblige, she starts to move a little harder and faster, letting her inner walls squeeze him tight as she grabs at his hair and pulls.]
Please.
[It's a request, but spoken in a commanding tone that demands he obey.]
"Please"? That a request?
[He grins. Didn't sound like one. Didn't sound like she was asking all nice at all, even if that's the word normally used for something polite and gentle. Snickering, he gives it a second as he lets her ride, then slaps his hand hard against her thigh once more.
That grip around him, tight as ever, is just so damn intense right now and for some reason it and everything else feels amplified in the canyon's heat. They have themselves one wild, untamed place and it's only fitting that they become part of that landscape and part of that wildness together. A wave of pleasure intensifies in his groin, coiling and causing his heels to dig in to the sleeping bag as he seeks leverage to buck upward against her.]
[She murmurs, right as his hand comes in contact with her thigh. There's no point in pretending she isn't incredibly turned on by him doing it, so she lets her moan come out however it will. It's loud and echoes a little, but there's no shame in that. He makes her feel wild and out of control, and she loves each and every time she gives in and careens out of control.
Every inch of her belongs to him, and he knows that as much as she loves riding him and being demanding sometimes, she really gets a thrill when he challenges her or presses her for more. The way he desperately tries to buck up against her makes her slow down to a near stop, so the push and pull between them can recalibrate. He wants leverage, wants to gain some control. She's willing to give him a little, just long enough to claim his mouth and let her nails drag down his back.]
And like this, now, he's able to do a little more himself, to rise his hips up against hers and make her ride a little rougher in just the right way. With each rock of their hips, he builds toward his climax, though he's in no hurry. What else is there to do down here anyway? So he takes his time now that he's reasserted some small amount of control, and explores her body with his hands, running his palms down her sides, pinching at a nipple, dragging nails down her spine and then smacking her ass once more.]
Good thing I don't mind takin' orders from you too much.
[He snickers, leans up to nip at her throat, then smacks again. A shudder passes through him, then - shit, he's close now. He's just too addicted to her to try and speed things along.]
Her eyes hold his as she does, letting the sound of her sharp gasps and low moans mingle with the sound of their bodies meeting.]
You -
[Her words are cut off with a gasp, as she feels that tension low in her belly threatening to snap already.]
You know how to take control back if you do mind.
[Not that she's asking him to. The feeling of being on top of him and putting on a show for his eyes only as their combined efforts have her dancing on the edge of euphoria. Her entire body starts to tremble with the weight of the slow burn they're building together, and after a little more effort she can feel it all ignite into an all out flame. It consumes her in a drawn out orgasm that's slow and burning bright, and leaves her still and spent up against him. He's close too, she knows that just by feeling alone. He'll do what he needs to follow along after her.]
Fuck, baby girl. You know I love to watch you havin' a good time.
[He lets out a quiet chuckle as his gaze refocuses on her as he pulls her close, leaning up for a kiss. Suddenly he's a lot more aware of how damn hot it is down here and how much he's sweating from the combination of sex and temperature, but goddamn if it isn't worth it anyway.]