beyondtheline | I sure like the feeling of an endless road

I sure like the feeling of an endless road

[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.

Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.

But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]

Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.

[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]

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Looks clean to me. Can't be that bad, right? I don't got a way to boil it anyway.

[But doesn't dirty water come from like, cities? And farms? And mud? This is clear and there's nobody here so it's probably safe. Hell, who knows, but they faced a lot more danger in the last twelve hours than from some water, he figures.

So he's not holding back. He sits himself down on the bank, cups his hands, and has a big gulp. Sure tastes good to him. He's tempted to take his shoes and socks off and get his feet in that nice cold water too, but then that kind of defeats the point of it being nice and clean.

With a contented sigh, he leans back on his hands, then quickly hops back up to dig for the food.]

Least we'll get a real good rest here. I guess there must be people somewhere unless that trail we were on is made by some kinda animal, but - well, it's gotta be people, right? Just not here right now. Nobody's here.

[Peaceful. Boring, but peaceful and he'll take that if that means they can rest up.]

[He's not falling over or puking right away, so it must be fine. She shrugs and dips both hands in to form a bowl and drinks her fill. After about eight long sips, she's content, and falls back in the grass with her arms outstretched. Her stomach is growling, but it would be so easy to close her eyes and just fall asleep right now.]

We're in a time way before civilization, that's for sure. I bet we'll find some kind of people when we get going again later.

[That's the optimism talking, and she cracks an eye open as she hears his footsteps approaching. He must have found the food. She didn't pack a ton, but there were a tin of crackers and a jar of peanut butter. She's pretty sure there's jerky in there too. That will be good enough for now, and they can try to get something more substantial later on.]

It's kinda nice that it's quiet and calm here. We always end up in places that want to capture, trick, or kill us.

Yeah. I think that's just people, though.

[It's the people he knows, and it's why the people he knows are the way they are. When the cops try to run things, you have to fight back and that doesn't mean fighting nice. But probably everyone everywhere has had some dose of that, and if they haven't, well, they're going to get taken advantage of next.

The break is nice, though. Johnnie sits down with the peanut butter and crackers, and sets that between the two of them. He shrugs off his jacket and t-shirt just to be more comfortable in the shade and gulps down a good few bites of their snack.]

Mm. Besides, you dunno yet, this place might just wanna capture, trick an' kill us too! It's too early to tell. Might be a bear walks up while we're sleepin' an' puts its big pointy teeth on your face.

[Her eyebrows arch at that as she laughs, but she's too busy scooping peanut butter out on her finger and licking it off to talk. Peanut butter makes your mouth really gummy until you swallow it down, after all.]

You'd protect me from any bear that tries to eat me.

[She points it out as she gets a cracker to scoop peanut butter out of the jar with.]

Unless it put its big pointy teeth on your face first.

[As is per usual when discussing animals that bite, she chomps her teeth in his direction. It's silly and childish and there's no embarrassment in doing it.]

Oh, yeah, well I'd wanna see one try!

[He laughs, holding up a hand as if to provide a weak barrier between him and those chompy teeth, then makes himself a peanut butter and cracker sandwich.

Between the two of them, the snacks don't last long, but he's glad to not have to go to bed on an empty stomach. Once there's nothing left, he spreads his jacket out behind him and lies down, stretching out his limbs on the bank in the shade.]

Real funny to think about what happens when we leave a place, right? We stole a ton of stuff, burned down a building an' killed some dudes prob'ly an' tagged up the place, the cops were already lookin' for us, the toll booth dude for sure saw us an' the cops'll know we went north. But they're never gonna find us! I hope it keeps 'em up at night.

[He's so boyishly pleased by their getaway that she laughs at how cute it is, and works her jacket off so she can lay it back next to his. Once she's done eating she crawls back over to the water to drink some more, and takes some time to splash some water on her face and rinse off her hands too. That makes her feel a lot better about going back over to lay next to him, because she's pretty sure she'll be asleep in no time at all.]

I bet it does keep people up at night. There's a lot of places we've done things in, where we have to be ghost stories by now. It's really cool to think about, actually.

[Now that she's not thirsty and her stomach isn't growling, she's feeling content and cuddly. She rolls over on her side and moves in a little closer, but not so close that they'll be all hot and sticky in a matter of minutes. Her hand idly rubs at his arm for a second before she drapes her arm across his chest, and leans in for a slow kiss.

He tastes like peanut butter and she grins against his lips because that detail just makes him more adorable somehow.]

Are you gonna try to get some sleep? You can dream sweet dreams of keeping cops up at night.

[Maybe it's not possible for him to have anything but nightmares and dreams of darkness, but it's a nice thought.]

[Mm, there she goes. He was lying here all attractively, just waiting for her to decide she's done eating so he can do exactly what he does now. He folds his arms around her, content to kiss back for a moment, then pulls to get her centered more on top of him.]

Yeah, I might sleep. Eventually.

[But why not treat themselves first? It's perfect here, and she looks so gorgeous in the soft light. His hands travel down to her thighs, then drag upward, giving her butt a squeeze before continuing on up to pull her top off - or, as far up as he can until she helps out by stretching her arms forward so he can tug it off and toss it aside.]

Unless you're too tired.

[But it would be a rare thing, her being so tired that she can't have some fun first. They'll both sleep better afterward, too.]

What?

[She laughs as she gets a little tangled up in her top until he pulls it free from her body, and she makes quick work out of popping off her bra to toss to the side too.]

Fuck off with that.

[Not to steal a line from him, but she's totally going to. Because seriously, fuck off with that shit. She's grinning as she teases him, and decides to not tear his clothes off him just yet. She does let her hand lightly run down his side as she leans in for another kiss, and nips at his lip as she chuckles at how ridiculous it is he'd even suggest such a thing.]

Like I'd ever be too tired for this.

[That last word is accented by her hand that's stilled at his hip teasingly running against and palming the crotch of his jeans.]

'S what I was hopin' you'd say.

[And she can palm all she likes, he'll arch into her touch. But he's not feeling like drawing this out all slow and lazy, not really. He wants her, after all they've been through today. He wants the outlet. He needs her and he held off as patiently as he can.

He has to sit up to get his jeans off, which means she'll have to roll off of him, but he nudges her to the side and kicks off his shoes and hastily gets what's left of his clothing off, so he can then do the same for her.

And then he's quick to pounce, grinning as he knocks her back down against her jacket and props himself up over her, on his knees with one hand to prop himself up while the other explores her body, stroking and dragging his nails until his fingers find their way to her clit to tease and pinch.]

Y'know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna pick you up an' drag you over to my bike an' bend you over it.

[She laughs as he knocks her back against her jacket, and her arms wrap around him to tug him in close down over her. But of course his wandering hands get her own touch to idly map out his back and then drop away, as her breath hitches and her stomach goes concave as his touch feels electric. They've been good all day. And she probably could've gone to sleep without fucking, but she'll sleep so much better once they do.

Since he's gone straight for where she's sensitive her legs part to better oblige his hand, though the little pinch he gives her makes her loudly gasp as her hips buck all wantonly.

Her cheeks flush and she grins, dropping her arm over her eyes like she's shy and embarrassed.]

I'd really, really like that.

[It's always fun to fool around on his bike. Her arm slips off her eyes and she tries to slip out from beneath him like she might go hurry over and bend herself over the bike if he doesn't hurry. ]

Right now, please?

[Grinning, he scoots off of her and onto his feet, then scoops her up into his arms just as she's standing and traps her there for a good searing kiss, the kind that's almost more teeth than lips or tongue. With a snicker, he pulls her along with him as he strides through the grass toward the bike, then nudges her firmly up against it - her back to it, for now, temporarily.]

I gotta get these shorts off you.

[Because look, yeah he can get his hand in there but not much else. He makes quick work of them now though, shoving her hands away in case she tries to help, and then grasps her thighs with his hands to tug them wider apart so he can get his head between them.

He'll bend her over in a second, sure. First he wants to get her nice and soaking wet with his tongue stroking her clit, and dipping inside and out of her.]

[She does try to help get her shorts off, but his shoving her hands away from his task makes her laugh and she instead watches him work. Her eyes widen when she realizes his goal is to use his mouth on her, and she slaps a hand against the seat of the bike while the other instantly goes right to the top of his head.]

Oh my gosh, Johnnie.

[Not scolding him in the slightest. She used to be so embarrassed by this, used to be horrified of the sounds he could pry out of her when he did this. Now though, there's no telling him he doesn't have to. She likes it, and so she works her fingers through his hair affectionately as she softly sighs and shifts back against the bike.]

You're so good to me, baby. So good with your mouth.

[A low moan follows, and she closes her eyes as her head tips back. Not watching amplifies the sensation, and it feels like it doesn't take too much time before her body responds by starting to get wet for him. That's clearly his goal here, and she doesn't mind that in the least.]

Mmhmm.

[He is. He knows, and he loves to hear it - and loves to use the vibrations of that hum against her, too.

When he finally pulls away, content with how needy she is, he grins up at her and wipes his face on his arm, then stands and kisses her while he strokes himself to full firmness. He was nearly there already though, just thinking of what comes next.]

You just can't get enough of me, huh, baby girl?

[He nips at the corner of her mouth, then takes her by the hips to turn her around with her belly to the seat of the bike. No further preamble, no further teasing - there is simply pure lust and desire as he lines himself up and jerks his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her.]

Never.

[She murmurs between kisses, and is about to initiate another when he nips at her mouth and turns her around. There's a soft gasp of surprise as he does it, but really she's grateful for the lack of any more teasing. She doesn't have time to shift to a point where it's more comfortable against her stomach, but that's fine by her. The way he drives himself home inside her wanting body is absolutely perfect.

Why does it matter that she's getting motorcycle jabbing her in the belly when he's making her cry out and is already making her weak in the knees? Really, it's a good thing the bike is there like this. It's keeping her up on her feet.

He sets a pace they both love, and once she feels the steady pounding rhythm of him burying himself deep inside her she reaches back. Her hold is fumbling, but she wants to try and press her palm against him. She can't kiss him or hold him like this, and she really can't get enough of him. She wants to be touching him to feel that connection they have.]

Oh fuck. [She whines as she rises up on her tiptoes to rock better with him, which in turn makes her nearly growl out a groan.] I can't get enough of you, never ever. Wanna feel your cock in me all the time.

All the time? Sounds distracting.

[Like while she's running around while they're trying to handle more asshole Locos, or being harassed by cops? Fucking hilarious, that image, and he laughs hard enough at his own stupid idea that he has to stop for a moment.

But only a moment.]

Guess I better fuckin' give you enough to remember!

[Still snickering, he picks the pace back up and gives her a sharp slap on the ass. That'll bring her right into the moment.

He keeps it rough and quick, and decides to try something else, something newer. That hand that's not being used to make sure he doesn't fall over runs up to her throat, and curls around it, squeezing gently. It's more about the illusion of the thing than actually trying to choke her. He's in control here, he's the one making her feel good. She belongs to him, and as he keeps his hips moving and his fingers wrapped around her throat, he kisses the back of her neck, marking her skin with his teeth as he goes.]

You're distracting.

[She retorts while he's laughing at himself, then winds up laughing too because that's exactly what he's saying. His dick is incredibly distracting, and it's fine that he knows that.

There's really not time to laugh for long though, because he gets moving again and that brings chills to her spine. That's nothing compared to the thrill she gets when he spanks her, her stomach doing flips and twisting in the best kind of knots. She shivers at how good it feels, and really slams back against him as he drives forward. The end result is a loud, guttural moan that makes her laugh at how fucking ridiculous she sounds.

Sex really is the best kind of ridiculous.

The fact that he stays in the zone of roughness is delightful, and she doesn't mind letting him hear how much she enjoys it. His hand at her throat earns instant approval, and she swallows against the feel of his palm against her skin.]

Oh fuck. I like that.

[She likes that a lot.

He's barely squeezing, but the show of dominance and possession are so hot that she can hardly stand it. She really thinks she's about to lose her mind. Who knew that such a simple gesture coming from him would be such a turn on?

Then again, pretty much everything he does is a huge turn on. It's not like he's trying to choke her, but the illusion that he'd be able to if he wanted to and knowing that she'd let him really does it for her. Feeling his lips against her skin as a contrast only amplifies it for her, and she shudders as she clings hold of the bike for stability.]

[Fuck, she feels good. And fuck, he is absolutely power tripping, and it's driving his arousal to impressive heights. They are always so damn good at giving each other exactly what they need.

He continues, fast and rough, until all of that pleasure builds to a peak and when he comes, he comes hard, grasping the seat of the bike and curling his nails tighter against her throat as he holds her close to him. She'll take every remaining thrust, the few that are left, until he can't keep going anymore and has to let go, elated and content. He pants softly, then pulls back from her and strokes his hand down her back.]

Shit. Barely fuckin'...

[Well, he can barely fucking stand, but apparently he can barely talk, also, and he laughs at himself.]

[It's one of those perfect moments where she comes right before he does, and she likes to think it's feeling her get off on his hand at her throat that makes him follow after her. She's grinning as she pants for air and stays slumped over against the bike. Her hand touches at her throat as she laughs in disbelief at how good that was.]

Barely can do anything right now, huh?

[Her head turns so she can glance back at him, and laughs as she tries standing up only to be met with wobbly legs that don't allow it. That's okay. She can rotate enough that she's able to lean in for a kiss.]

Me either. Can't even walk after how good that was.

[And that means she'll just stand there naked. It's fine, she's pretty sure they're the only people around for miles and miles.]

Yeah, that's for sure.

[Clearly one of those moments where he needs a smoke, because if anything calls for it, that did. He grins as the world starts to sharpen back into focus, and he finds where he had abandoned his jacket to dig out his smokes and lighter and get one going.

After a few draws of that, he hands the cigarette over to her and pulls his underwear on just so annoying scratchy grass doesn't get him in all the wrong spots as he sits himself down to relax. He extends an arm toward her, beckoning for her to come sit with him.]

C'mere, princess.

[Her legs still aren't exactly working properly. But she still pushes off the bike and wobbles her way over to him. She probably should find her own clothes, at least her panties. But it's more tempting to go sit on his lap and enjoy the cigarette for a minute. So she does, tiptoeing her way over to him on shaky legs.]

You know what? I'm a little sore after that.

[She laughs, clearly not minding it at all. They both love it when things get rough. And now he's calling her princess and she's curled up nice and safe in his lap. She's warm and happy, and as she passes the cigarette back to him she sighs contently.]

We have such a good life. Nobody else gets to do anything like this. We're really lucky, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, we are. We got everything, babe.

[But he's not about to get sappy right now. He just fucked her brainless over his bike. This is a time to savor the afterglow and let it inflate his ego a little more.

He snickers a moment at his own thoughts before savoring a long draw from the cigarette, and looking out at the stream. The fin of some fish breaks the surface, splashing as it darts after an insect before diving back under. There are a lot of bugs, actually, looking like pale motes of dust in the sunlight as they dip over the water.

It's so fucking... nature. So real it looks fake. It's like nothing he's seen in the city, and nothing out in the desert either. It's hard to know if this is long before people, or long after them.]

S'pose we have this whole world to ourselves right now? Like, what if we're the only people on the planet?

[Except there is that path. But for all he knows, that might be something that animals can make too, like a herd of deer. It's fun to think there's nobody here, at least for now, even if he definitely still thinks an empty world is boring as fuck. It's still kind of special.]

[That question is an awfully big thought, and her eyes go wide as she silently contemplates what that would mean. A chill overtakes her for no real reason other than the vastness of being the only people on the planet reminds her of the vastness of space. He's warm against her though, and she guides his arm to wrap up around her to help keep her even warmer.]

I guess if we are the only people here, I don't have to worry about being embarrassed by how loud you made me scream a few minutes ago.

[She laughs as she pulls the cigarette free from his hand and enjoys a few drags before passing it back. Once she slowly exhales all the smoke and watches it vanish into thin air she moves out of his lap in hopes she can start collecting her clothes and putting them back on.

Only her panties and bra are found and put on before his lap is just too appealing and she winds up back in it again.]

If we're the only ones around, that means no food unless we hunt for it ourselves.

[Their snack is already working its way through her. She'll be starving once they wake up, and she's not about to try and catch a fish with her bare hands or something.]

Yeah. Well, I just saw a fish.

[He gestures to the stream, as if fish could be anywhere else. But also that fish was maybe four inches long, not exactly a meal.

But, he can do better anyway, as he pats around the waistband of his discarded jeans until he finds his pistol, and checks it over to make sure it's still loaded and ready.]

We can shoot ourselves a duck, maybe, if you see one. Those are s'posed to be good.

[And it must be easy, right? Easier than a deer. Now he's excited by the prospect of doing some small amount of hunting though, like he's an eager provider and ready to kill things to eat them, so he stands and pulls those jeans on. Now he's one step closer to being ready!]

[Wait, is he getting up to go hunting? She's easily dislodged off his lap and lands in the grass, and blearily stares up at him in mild confusion. Where does he get all of these second winds from? She can barely walk and keep her eyes open, and he's getting ready to go out and shoot things.]

Duck could be good. If we can get a fire going. And if it doesn't spoil while we sleep.

[She pauses, head tipping to the side as she watches him and realizes something.]

While I sleep, I guess. I can barely move, baby.

[The thought of killing anything and lugging a dead body around is a lot at the moment. It's enough to make her laugh though, and she flashes a toothy grin in his direction as she falls back to lay against their jackets. Hers is used as a pillow, and she grabs his to cover up and stay nice and warm. It smells like him too, which makes her nuzzle right into it with a happy sigh.]

Are you gonna try finding us something?

Yeah! I'll get us some dinner. I need more'n peanut butter an' crackers or I'm gonna drift away in the wind here. You go ahead an' sleep if you want, I got this.

[Ever confident. But how hard can it be? He has seen a whole chicken in his mama's kitchen, he can figure a butchered duck should look like that. Headless, gutted, plucked. Easy, right? And he knows how to make a fire, that's basically second nature to him.]

Don't worry, I won't go real far.

[And apparently she's keeping his jacket, but that's fine, it's kinda hot out. He throws his t-shirt on, and bends down to give her a quick kiss, then strides off in search of a duck. Or whatever looks edible, really.

Half an hour later he's grappling with the fact that his aim just isn't that great, and animals are smart and don't want to get shot. He misses a few tries at rabbits and ducks, knocking feathers off of one of the latter. Finally, finally he manages to hit one though as it takes off belatedly from the surface of a wide spot in the creek, but it struggles and flaps, not quite dead, as the current carries it southward away from him.]

Aw, damnit!

[He runs after it, determined - but before he can jump into the stream to try and wade across to pick it up, someone beats him to it. They're not the only people here. Two young men and a woman, all probably about his and Chrissy's age, watch him with looks of mild confusion and caution while one of them stoops to grab the duck from the shallows and swiftly puts it out of its misery with a snap of its neck.]

Oh! Uh, hey guys. That's, uh, that one's mine.

[They don't look like TV Indians, so he's still not sure if this is very early or very late, but he's leaning toward very early. He's also pretty damn sure they don't actually speak English, but really, what option does he have? Spanish isn't going to do him any more favors.]

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