beyondtheline | I sure like the feeling of an endless road

Mmm, you sure?

[He murmurs against her lips. She's free to go any time, of course - but she'll have to really want it. Swimming in a chlorinated hotel pool is fine and all, but they have this nice big bed they're piled into and it's so much more comfortable than the nap in the park.

So he pulls back just enough to give her an inch or two of space. His breath ghosts against her cheeks.]

Last chance. Go get your bikini on before I decide to keep you here.

[Her head turns to glance over at the window, considering it. That inch or two of space means nothing when she can feel his breath on her cheek and he's warm right over her. A shiver goes from head to toe just from that alone, and she softly laughs because she really is weak when it comes to him.]

I guess I'm not as sure as I thought I was.

[And maybe she always wants him to keep her in bed. Which is silly because that would get old fast, presumably. But she's not ever going to be the one to pull away first. Especially not in a big, comfy bed. So she grabs at his shirt and pulls him back down that inch or so, and fiercely kisses him so he won't have a retort right away.]

[His grunt of surprise turns into quiet laughter in his throat. The moment she relaxes her grip just enough, he sits up to shed his jacket and toss it to the floor, then dips down to kiss a trail down to the hollow of her throat.]

We can go swimming any time, the pool's not goin' anywhere.

[After they sleep, when they wake up. Or they crash it tomorrow, or some other pool, act like they own the place whether they're staying at a hotel or not. Who cares? They have the world to themselves.

He goes straight for her shorts next, slipping his hands between their bodies to unbutton them and tug them down toward her knees. Easier to remove than her top, that's all, but it lets him then grind down against her with just her panties to protect her skin from the rough texture of his jeans.]

[She gasps a little at the initial feel of his jeans against her. The fabric of her panties help buffer that some, but it's still different than skin on skin. It's a good kind of friction though, one that has her leg curling up a little to press against him. It helps to have her legs parted just enough that she can feel him more fully against her.

It's almost embarrassing that she gets wet in just a couple of grinds, but it feels good enough that she whimpers a little in need. He's going to work her up, and she knows it. That's fine by her. She's feeling extra responsive after that little taste of him.]

Oh fuck, you feel good even with pants on.

[That makes her laugh a little, and her hands go straight to trying to get his belt off and his jeans undone.]

You thought I wouldn't?

[He teases, snickering, as he props himself up just enough to make it easy for her to get her hands where they both want them. She gets his belt off, he wriggles out of his jeans and kicks them to the floor, and then sits up on his knees to get his hands under her top and pull that off too. A moment later, her bra is tossed aside, and he bends down to kiss between her breasts and work his lips down her belly.]

Well, you taste good. Even with your panties still on.

[As if that has anything to do with where his mouth is right now, but it's what comes to mind and he laughs as he says it before tugging those off too and centering his lips and tongue over her clit. Time to put those to work.]

[Here she is, softly chuckling at what he's just said. And he goes right to tugging off her panties so he can dive right in. All that prompt attention to where she's so sensitive makes her sharply gasp, and her hips buck to bump against his face. That of course makes her laugh all over again, and her fingers press against his hair as she debates whether or not to hold on.]

Oh my gosh, Johnnie. Baby -

[Another laugh is cut off by a soft whimper as he keeps going, as she tries to control herself and not bump herself against him a second time. That really would be rude.]

You're always so eager, you know that?

[Of course he does. She just needs something affectionately teasing to say as her body betrays her and her hips jerk toward his attention yet again.]

Mmmhmm-

[His hum of agreement right against that sensitive bundle is abruptly cut off as her hips bump upward and smack him in the nose. He pulls away with a laugh, wrinkling his nose a little before nuzzling against that crease between hip and belly.]

Talk about eager, shit.

[He still has his shirt on and that's dumb, so he takes the momentary break to sit up and tug it off. He nearly slings it to the floor, before deciding he'd rather make use of it eventually, so he sets it aside on the bed.

For a long moment, he admires her beneath him, flushed and needy and wet. It's a sight he just about can't take his eyes off of, except that his dick is hard and aching and he needs even more to do something about that. It takes a certain amount of restraint to first reach for his shirt and pull it into a makeshift bandana to wrap around her eyes and tie off at the back of her head.]

Maybe if you play nice an' don't thump me on the nose again, I'll take that off eventually. Maybe.

It was an accident!

[It's a halfhearted protest at best, and she's definitely wearing a smile as she relaxes back against the bed. If he wants to blindfold her with his shirt, she is all for that.]

Anyway, I always like it when you tie me up somehow.

[Yes, he's blindfolded her. But it's like he's tied up her face or something. That thought makes her grin a little more, and it becomes toothy as her hands start blindly wandering his body. When he sat up just a second ago, she definitely noticed how hard he is already, and she really needs to try and help him out here. Only when she thinks she's in close to his cock her hand finds his knee, and that's definitely too hard and round to be what she's looking for.

So she tries again, and her fingernails graze against his belly. Aha. She's closer now. The third attempt has her succeeding, and her hand curls around his length to tease and stroke a little. That definitely won't be enough for him for long.]

Oh, there you go.

[He's teasing, but clearly pleased as he gives his hips a rock against her hand to deepen that stroke of hers. He lets her hand feel him for a while before reaching for her wrist and tugging it away, pinning it over her head while he settles back down lower to lick and kiss and graze teeth over her breasts and belly.]

You taste so good.

[Blindfolds feel purpose-built for teasing, but he doesn't have the patience to take full advantage of that. While his lips settle on a nipple and work it to a peak, he strokes his other hand down between her legs and dips two fingers inside her to press and rub firmly inside.]

And you're real wet.

[He wipes his dampened hand on her belly, then licks a trail along that very same spot to savor the taste of her before taking her by the hip and pressing his cock inside.]

[Just when she's about to playfully hit at his back and tell him to stop teasing her he gives her what she wants. What they both want, really. What they need. Her body welcomes him home with an arch of her back and a soft groan. It feels like every other sense is amplified when she's blindfolded, and as he starts to move everything feels that much more pronounced.

She wants to kiss him, wants to tell him how good he feels and how much she loves him. But she's overwhelmed by desire at the moment, and the haze of it washing over her so fully makes her only barely able to whisper a moan of his name. Instead she intentionally tightens herself around him, muscles contracting in a tease of her own. It gives her a chance to try and lean up just enough to seek out that kiss she's wanting, only it ends with her teeth grazing against his shoulder. That's good too, and she goes in for a second pass of her teeth as he presses in deep. That makes her wind up biting down on his shoulder instead. ]

Oh shit, sorry! [She's not laughing as much as gasping while sounding amused, but she's not really sorry at all because a second later her nails dig into his back before raking down so she can grope at his ass. The whole Johnnie being in control of one of her senses is so hot that she just can't help herself. ]

Oh, fuck.

[He half gasps, half laughs. That bite, those nails, it's pretty fucking hot. She might be the one who gets off on a little pain here and there, but he can totally see why she's into it. Being so turned on she loses control and bites and claws at him really works the ego.

And he can't help but retaliate a little, snickering as he keeps his pace even and deep, and leans in to scrape teeth at her jaw before nipping hard at her collarbone. It turns from pale to bright red as he pulls away and rewards her with a kiss.]

So damn pretty, baby girl. Fuck, you feel good.

[He always plays right into what she wants and gives her exactly what she needs. Right now she has to rely on him to kiss her, and she lets him know every time she wants his lips against hers with a soft whine. It takes him some time, but eventually he works her right to the edge and she clings hold of him as she comes, shuddering as it crashes over her. In the midst of it, she tries to kiss him again, but ends up with her tongue curled against his ear instead.

That's pretty good, she figures, because then he gets to hear her quiet moan and how he's left her panting.]

Come on me.

[She whispers to him, laughing a little as she lets her teeth graze against his ear.]

Pull out and come on me. Just a little? Please?

[It's not like she needs him to, but thinks it'd be a fun novelty for the both of them. It would be better if they had her camera out, but they don't, so he'll just have to take a mental picture if he chooses to do it.]

["Just a little"? Like he'd resist. Shit, she's full of fun ideas sometimes. The suggestion is enough to send a pulse of need right to his cock, and he lets out a soft little gasp of a groan.]

I love it when you beg like that.

[Just enough to make him sure she needs him, just enough so he knows. She gets a few more deep, hard thrusts so he's just about ready to come anyway, then pulls out and gives himself a tug while looking down at those perfect lips, those gorgeous breasts while she pants with anticipation from behind her blindfold.

He comes on her, splattering white on her stomach that pools in her belly button, and goddamn if he had it in him he'd come again just at that sight. With a groan, satisfied and yet still full of lust, he lets his hand slow and leans down over her to kiss her.]

You wear it real good.

[One more kiss as he chuckles softly, and then he sits up and tugs the makeshift blindfold off for her.]

[Her eyelashes flutter a little as her eyes open to him, and she smiles up at him for a few seconds. He's always attractive to her, but he's so handsome that she cups his cheek with her palm and lets her thumb drift over to ghost across his lips.]

I love you.

[And she will always be willing to beg for him, will always wear anything he gives her well. She's always really clingy and sappy after sex, but feels a little more so than usual right now.]

And you know what? It feels like I can't really shove my feelings for you in just those three words alone. They're basically the most important words in the whole universe, but it doesn't feel like they're enough.

[That's silly though, and she laughs as she wipes at her belly with her hand and leans up to kiss him again.]

[Yeah, that's pretty sappy all right. Maybe a little too much for him right now. He loves her but that level of mushiness takes him being in a certain mood to be willing to entertain it, let alone reciprocate.

He gives a quiet sort of chuckle and hopes it doesn't sound too awkward as he pulls away from the kiss, then gets up to grab her a washcloth, dampening it in the hotel sink before pacing back to hand off to her.]

Well, uh... I love you too. You know I do. Words might be kinda overrated anyway.

[She can agree to that, right? With a grin, he goes to get clean clothes on, but halfway through digging through his bag for underwear, he looks over at her again.]

Wait, did you still wanna go to the pool?

[His response makes her eyes close for a few seconds to try and mask the wince that threatens to overtake her. Yeah, she knows he loves her. Words can be overrated, but her feelings are still a little hurt. It's silly, but she can't help but feel that way. Controlling her feelings has become challenging.]

Kinda, but -

[Swimming can wait another minute. She sits up so she can get out of bed, and joins him at their clothes bag so she can find her bikini. It gives her something to focus on so she's not looking directly at him.]

Did I just mess up?

... Huh? No?

[He pauses, trying to figure out what he feels and what he wants to say, then gives up on the thinking part and just opens his mouth again. He's better at that. Words might be overrated, yeah, but he has them anyway.]

Naw, you're fine, you didn't mess up anything. I just dunno what to say to somethin' like that. It's... I never had anyone say that stuff before you came around. So...

[He gestures vaguely as he trails off, then forgoes the underwear when he sees her pull out the bikini. Okay, swimming. He has shorts in here somewhere for that kind of thing, he just has to dig them out.]

So I dunno what to say back, that's all.

[And yeah he loves her, but he doesn't think he feels it in a way that's as overwhelming as it is for her. And that's okay, right? It's not like he doesn't care about her. But he at least manages to shut himself up before he says all of that aloud because it would probably come across as really fucked up to say maybe he loves her less than she loves him, because he doesn't think that's right either but he doesn't know the right words to say it without it sounding awful.]

Oh.

[Well, that makes sense. Rather than saying anything more right away, she takes a second to get her bikini bottoms put on. There's a little stumbling as she hops from one leg to the next, and she laughs as she reaches out to grab at him to balance herself.]

I think sometimes it's hard because I've never loved anyone before. Like you have your Mama and your brothers. I had...well, I had Hawkins. It's like I never really felt it until we met so it just comes out of me because I don't know what to do with all those feelings, you know?

[She's smiling as she says it, and steps back so she can put on her bikini top. There's no real upset on her part, and she waits until he's in his shorts before she leans in for a quick kiss.]

Come on. Let's go get in the pool.

Yeah! C'mon.

[Her explanation makes sense and is also not surprising in the least, given what he knows of her history in that shitty little town. It's why she clung so hard to him the moment he gave her the opportunity to get out, he knows that. It's why his family is her family now. So yeah, she feels so strongly because there's so much of him that's critically important to her.

So he gets it. It's hard to be as deeply obsessed in return, but that's okay. At least he understands where it comes from.

Swimming trunks on, he throws on a t-shirt and socks just for now to make their way to the pool, and reluctantly leaves his knife and pistol where they are. Better to let them stay here than to have them sitting out poolside. They can grab their hotel towels for this, meanwhile - might as well.

He holds the door as they leave and head around to the pool just adjacent to the room. It's midday and quiet in here right now, with most families having checked out or having yet to arrive. They have the place to themselves and to one janitor doing a quick mop-through while it's quiet. Johnnie ditches the shirt, shoes, and socks combo by a bench and flings himself into the water with a whoop and a splash.]

Whoo! Yeah, that's the ticket!

[She dives in right after him, and swims all the way down to the bottom of the pool before letting herself slowly float up and break the surface. It's definitely refreshing, and she's laughing as she reaches up to sweep her wet hair out of her face. All of her thoughts and feelings from a few minutes ago are completely washed away.]

Wanna race?

[It's not a huge pool, but she swims over to the far end anyway.]

First one to swim back and forth twice wins!

[He hasn't said he wants to race, but she knows he won't turn down an opportunity to compete and show off.]

You're on!

[Yeah, she knows him by now, there's no way he'll resist. Swimming fast is not exactly his forte or anything, but he can kick water hard and maybe that'll be enough to give him the edge.

Or maybe, just as he touches the wall she's on so they can get started, she'll spring right off it, leaving him to gulp air and then kick off to try and keep up.

But one thing she never did say is if there were rules against anything at all, including sabotage. He takes a breath of air and kicks under, losing some of his speed so that he can look from beneath, then grab at one of her ankles and tug backward sharply. A bubble of air escapes as he laughs underwater, then pushes off the bottom to get a breath once he surfaces.]

[Her mouth opens in a gasp as he pulls at her ankle, and water floods in. She winds up coughing as he tugs her back, and she sputters out water as she tries to figure out what in the hell just happened. It quickly sinks in that Johnnie's just cheated, and she laughs as she tries leaping at him to land on his back.]

You big fat cheater! No fair!

[She's giggling though, no real hard feelings. Especially since she's now clinging to him like a barnacle. If he goes under, she's going with him. But it's a price she's willing to pay just so he doesn't beat her.]

Didn't say I couldn't! Now leggo of me you fuckin' cheater!

[All this said amid sputtering as he tries to untangle her limbs and shove her away, but it's fully impossible. He resorts to tickling as a way to try to get her to loosen her grip, but it's hard to devote his hands to doing that when he's also trying to keep them from both sinking, and eventually he gives up with laughter as he splashes just to tread water.]

Okay fine, redo! Lemme go an' we'll start over! No grabbing this time!

[He doesn't like that rule but it's that or give up on the race entirely - also fine, come to think of it, since at this point they're both failing to do any swimming at all.]

No way! We're still racing!

[She laughs as she launches herself off of him and dives into the water to swim beneath it. She's not exactly a mermaid or anything, but it's fun to pretend to be one as she moves her legs like a tail fin. It makes her grin as she pops out from beneath the water right before the far end of the pool.

A glance back behind her says she's beating him, and she does a little victory dance that costs her time. He's close enough that he can recover and take the lead on the swim back to the other side.]

I'm gonna kick your butt, baby!

Fuck!

[He sputters water as he tries to turn and keep up. But she has a lead on him, and no amount of kicking and pushing his way through the water is enough to fully close the gap - at least, not until she does that victory dance and he pulls right in, making him grin wide as he splashes his way to her side.]

Don't celebrate too soon!

[He turns and kicks off the wall, trying to coast near the top of the water and get away from her fast. There's no reason she won't just grab him again if he can't get the hell on ahead of her as quickly as possible.]

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