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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[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.]
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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For a while I wanted to go back and see my parents. But I'm not so sure I do anymore. It's not like I can confront them in my own time, they buried me. It would be too messed up. And I can't go back in the past and warn them not to be awful, because if I do, that would probably mean I wouldn't ever meet you.
[And there's not a chance of that happening. She won't let it.]
But you know what? I think maybe I'd probably hit my dad right in the nose too. And my mom in her mouth.
I think that's as good a reason to go back there as any. They fuckin' deserve a punch or two. But, maybe what they don't deserve is us spendin' all the time an' energy to drive out there an' back just for that. At this point? They're a fuckin' footnote at best. 'Course, if we happen to find ourselves in the area...
[He smirks. Does he really want to do another cross-country road trip out that way just so she can give them a good thump or two? Not really, not when there's stuff to do that's way more fun. But, well, he can understand the desire real easily. If she decided she definitely wanted it, of course he'd go.]
Now that they're out of the deli she can pull him in close for a lingering kiss. There's no reason for it, other than she wants to. He helps her on the bike before hopping on himself, and they head back onto the road to explore the area and look for a place to stay.]
Do you think we'll find a hotel with a pool? I brought my bikini with me just in case we swim.
[It sounds like a lot of fun to swim for a little while then crash and burn in the hotel room until after dark. They can get all kinds of thieving done then.]
[Won't be too hard, though he intentionally doesn't veer deeper in toward downtown. Affording a motel nice enough to have a pool on their modest pawn shop earnings is probably doable, yeah, but might not leave them with much. The prices in this time period are still sort of shocking even after experiencing them plenty of times.
He picks the first one they see after five minutes of heading south, a motel advertising good rates and a pool, and pulls in.]
I guess if they charge somethin' stupid we just bail without payin' it.
[Always works in his time, why shouldn't it still work now? Check in, get a key, leave without ever approaching the front desk again.]
[She laughs as he parks and she hops off the bike, but can't resist hopping forward to hug him as soon as he follows. He didn't have to agree to a place with a pool, but he did. It's going to be a good time.
A smile is still on her face as they head into the tiny lobby to check in, and she leans up against the counter to ask the guy if there's any rooms with a view of the pool.]
None of the rooms have a view, sweetheart, but we'll put you close to the pool if that's what you want.
[Chrissy eagerly nods and he smiles a little as he glances over to Johnnie as if he's asking permission. There's not an extra charge, but maybe he doesn't want to be close to the noisiest part of the motel.]
[He easily agrees with a wave of a hand, and the guy flips through a ledger to the page he wants, then thumbs through a box of keys.]
All right, room 104 it is. It's just two doors down to the right when you head back outside. Can I get your names and ID?
[Johnnie blinks as he reaches for his wallet, then fumbles through it. The dates are not going to match up whatsoever. Will he notice or care? Fuck it. He slides over the fake Benny Garcia card anyway. If they get kicked out there's sure to be another motel down the street.
The guy at the desk takes it, writes down his name and license number, and passes it back without so much as glancing at the birth date, and Johnnie breathes a soft chuckle as he tucks that away.]
That's twenty for the night, and any room service is extra, the number's by the phone in your room. Here's your key. Come on by when you check out and we'll square up. Call me if you need anything at all, there's someone here at the desk at all hours.
[Johnnie nods as he pockets the key, and heads back out with a smile on his face.]
There you go, baby girl, you got your pool an' more. Hell, we could order room service, live like kings, then fuck off 'cause he's never gonna find no Benny Garcia anyway.
I love our bed because it's ours, but it's gonna be so nice to have this much room!
[Her arms and legs move like she's making a blanket angel, and she laughs as she messes up the blankets a little.]
Maybe we'll get one almost this big someday.
Yeah, maybe. Prob'ly should, lookin' at how happy you are.
[Bigger bed. Bigger room? Shit, she really is going to make him move eventually. He probably should. Fuck.
Well, those thoughts are too big for right now. He brushes them off easily as he kicks his shoes off and flops down onto the bed with her, then grunts at the irritating lump at his hip and sits up to remove the gun from the waistband of his jeans and toss it onto the side table before flopping back again.]
That's better.
[And what's even better is to then roll on top of her with a smirk and give her a nice long kiss.]
I really want to go swimming before we stay in bed for a while.
[They've only slept a few hours and need at least three or four more if they're going to make it through the night. Which they probably won't get if they do spend time in the pool. But he went through the trouble of making sure she gets a pool room so they need to take advantage of it.
Even still, she's the one that initiates a second kiss, this one lingering.]
[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.
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.]
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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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'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.]
[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.]
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. ]
[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.
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.]
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.]
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.]
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?
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?