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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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[Or her shoes money? Record collection money? But there's some sort of desperation about working a shift like this one, and she's so damn cheery about it too. Gotta be drug money. Doing coke in the back room with the Mexican line cooks all trying to get through the day.
He snorts a laugh at the idea and leans back with an arm over Chrissy's shoulders. Bacon-shaped moths dart around one of the lights on the ceiling.]
Speakin' of, we still got a little of this shit left ourselves. Next time we find ourselves in a real nice place we can enjoy it one more time. I wish I'd got more.
[It's been a nice high, that's for sure. It's too bad the guy that sold it to them was all weird about Johnnie's jacket. Her eyes glance up at his face to admire it and she notices his eyes looking upward. She directs her gaze to the same direction and she doesn't see anything there.]
What're you looking at?
[Her eyes narrow, squinting like that will open the mysteries of the universe to her. All she sees are flying spiders swarming around a light near the ceiling, and that's absolutely not what she wants to see. Her eyes drop back down to the table, and she drums her fingers against the edge.
The waitress drops their drinks off and Chrissy gladly takes the opportunity to ignore those spiders Johnnie's admiring by diving into her cherry coke.]
[He gestures upward with a pointing finger, then lets his hand slowly drift back down to the table - just in time to grab his coffee and have a slow sip.
But oh fuck it's hot, and thankfully the girl dropped off a couple little creamer things to go with it, maybe those will cool it down. He pops those open and drops the cream in, then leans over to steal a sip of Chrissy's coke while she's holding it.]
Oh, ow. Mine's hot, yours is cold, now my teeth fuckin' hurt!
[But not badly. He laughs it off and goes back to sipping carefully at his coffee. Maybe it'll clear the bacon moths from his brain.]
[She tips her head upward in the direction that he's pointing, and glances over at him just in time to catch him stealing a drink of her coke. That makes her laugh and she gently grabs at his chin to turn his head just right for a kiss.]
That's what you get for stealing my drink.
[There's a playful wink as she pulls away, and her hand drops to idly rub at his thigh. Obviously she doesn't mind him drinking her coke.]
I'm pretty sure those are flying spiders, babe. I've never even heard of bacon moths.
[Flying spiders? Sure, he'll believe it. Neat.
A few minutes of trying to get his coffee to cool down passes quickly enough, and then their server is out with the food. Pancakes, a plate full of bacon, a basket of fries. She gives a chipper "enjoy!" and then she's off, leaving the two of them to their odd assemblage of breakfast choices.
Johnnie goes for the bacon right off the plate immediately before even trying to actually serve himself onto one of his own. That delicious crunch of salty grease is an absolute essential - and once that need is satisfied, he sets about actually portioning some out with a pancake and syrup.]
Oh, fuck yeah. This was the best choice ever.
A minute later she's taken a pancake and folded up bacon and french fries inside it, and is happily drizzling syrup on top of everything.]
It's like a breakfast taco, see? A midwestern breakfast taco!
[Because no one from the midwest could ever hope to make actual breakfast tacos as good as the people in LA. Her creation is raised in a salute to Johnnie and his delicious breakfast tacos he makes at home all the time, and she digs in like a ravenous monster that hasn't eaten in a week.]
He eyes that with jealousy before quickly making one of his own, and it's gone in seconds with how quickly he devours it.]
Oh shit.
[He laughs a little with his mouth still full of food before he manages to finish chewing and swallowing it.]
That's fuckin' good. Fucking midwestern breakfast taco, shit, you could sell those.
[But she shouldn't. He's keeping them all for himself, and so he quickly makes another, packing it with extra bacon.
Before long he's feeling pretty stuffed, but they've honestly made their way through just about everything that was put in front of them. Maybe it was all the walking they just did. He slumps lower in his seat as he works on a slice of bacon, one nibble at a time.]
Think they'll let us sleep here? Wait - nah shit, I don't want them to tow my bike.
[But he'd be tempted otherwise. He could go for a nap.]
[It's a good room and they've barely used it. Maybe they can get one more day out of this place since they didn't really focus on stealing anything, and that's the whole point of this trip. Then again, getting high and messing around all night is the whole point of being a World Ender, when they're not focused on chaos and destruction.]
I can try driving us back. We just gotta find the bike, then I can carry you all the way to bed.
[And honestly, the prospect of him being all tired enough to lay there for lots of cuddling and sleep cuddling is so enticing, she eyes the nearby side door with a grin.]
Wanna ditch before she comes back with the check?
As for ditching? Yeah, of course. He's comfortable here slumped in the booth, but he picks himself up a little, sweeps a hand through his hair with a smirk, then slides out and onto his feet.]
Yeah, let's get goin'.
[He's not exactly quiet or subtle about that, those aren't things he does well, and when he hears the waitress shout at them to wait, he breaks into a run, laughing as he does so.]
Race ya to the bike!
[Wherever it is!]
A few of those people get nearly bowled over as she pushes past them, and she howls with laughter as they shout in offense. It must suck to be an adult that has to work all day every day and only has the weekend to live for. But it's not her fault they're grumpy because they're stuck in that life and are unable to have any fun. She's out here living her best life and is having the best time.
Somehow, they manage to find the bike parked where they left it. She reaches it before he does, and slaps her hand against the seat as she leans over to catch her breath. Maybe that was a little too much running after eating so much.]
Oh my gosh it feels like I'm gonna puke. Gross.
Ugh. But the bacon was so fuckin' worth it!
[Still. Was it really?
Yeah. But barely. He sits down next to the bike rather than hopping on immediately, deciding to catch his breath there for a long moment.]
Man, that really was kinda a lotta running on a lotta food, though. Ugh. All right, back to the hotel?
[Just. Give him a second. Before he hauls himself upright and slings a leg over the bike, then holds out a hand for her.]
Yeah, let's head back. I'm so tired all of a sudden I could sleep for a whole day.
[That's probably just the cramps talking, but they're pretty distracting right now. Maybe she should've taken the time to drink water instead of all that coke.]
You know, we didn't get any money last night like we wanted to. We really have to focus tonight so we can get lots.
[And that's not really a problem as far as he sees it. There's time for both, they'll make sure of it. One more night here in San Francisco sounds fine to him.
At least now he's pretty sure he has a vague sense of where to go. The hotel was on the way toward the edge of town, and there aren't so many busy streets or possible options in that direction, and he's pretty sure they didn't take too many turns. It takes a few minutes and one or two backtracks when he's pretty sure he went the wrong way, but soon enough the hotel lot is ahead. He pulls in, slides off the bike and onto his feet, and holds the door for her.]
Did it. Found the fuckin' thing. Think the mushrooms are wearin' off, though.
[What a shame.]
[She laughs as she shuffles along after him and into the room, and promptly kicks off her shoes and removes her clothes. They're all tossed onto the floor and she takes off at a run to leap into bed. Her eyes aren't closing yet, she still needs to brush her teeth and wash her face. But it's so nice to be comfortable after a busy night out.]
That's too bad though. I bet sex on mushrooms is really cool.
[To be fair, sex on any kind of drug has been pretty great. So she's guessing mushrooms would be the same. She laughs as she nuzzles down into the blankets and lets out a long, content sigh. This has been a really great trip so far.]
[Man, talk about fucking up. That was a lot of bacon. But it was worth it, he's pretty sure... Aside from killing his libido. But that's a rare enough thing for him that it's probably okay just the once.
He looks over his shoulder at Chrissy piled into the blankets while he shucks off his own clothing, then sidles over onto the bed next to her and runs a hand down her smooth, soft skin, down her back and over her hip.]
We can save the rest of what I got. Use it right, next time. Tomorrow, after we go rip off all the pretty things in this city an' get ourselves real rich.
[He snickers as he continues to stroke her, then - well, he just can't help it, he presses up against her and dips his hand between her legs to stroke there too. She's just too damn pretty when she arches and writhes against him and he needs to see it before he sleeps.]
I thought you were going to sleep off all that bacon.
[There's not an ounce of accusation in her tone. Her eyes look up to him as her head turns slightly, and for a second she looks just as smitten as she was the first time they met. He's always charming and attractive, but he just looks so handsome in the glow of the light filtering through their hotel room window. The way he's smiling makes her stomach leap, and she's laughing at herself all over again as her fingers curl around his arm and she uses that hold on him to arch up enough for a kiss.]
[But maybe not this minute after all. It's so easy for him to change his mind when it comes to her, clearly, because even if he was feeling sluggish and too full a minute ago, the moment she reacts, he's ready to abandon the thought of sleep. She's too damn gorgeous and he's too damn in love.
He nudges her shoulder until she's on her back, and he settles down on top of her to continue and deepen that kiss. His fingers wind in her hair, gathering it tightly between his fingers as his lips cover hers, and as he slowly begins to grind his hips against her.]
Sleep better wait, I guess.
[Did she actually say that out loud, or was that just a happy sigh? She has no idea, but she's definitely agreeing with him. His grinding against her is great, and her legs part enough to better accommodate that. But she's absolutely loving his fingers in her hair and taking her time kissing him. Her hand presses against the back of his neck to keep him close, even though she knows he usually doesn't have the attention span to just make out for long.
Feeling him even teasing against her gets her wet so easily though, and soon enough she's whining against his lips as she rocks against him. She's always so responsive to his touch, and her reactions seem to give him more and more energy to stay up a little longer.]
Fuck sleep. It's gotta wait.
[She initiates another kiss, but breaks it after about ten seconds with another soft whine of need. At this point, her leg has definitely curled up against him.]
No wait, fuck me. You gotta fuck me. Please?
[He agrees, snickering. Damn, she sure does get him going though. That begging for him makes him groan with need against her skin. He drags his hardened cock against the crease between her hip and belly, shuddering at the sensation.
She needs him and he needs her and it far outweighs the discomfort of running on a too-full stomach. It's honestly silly to think that was temporarily a problem. With a grin, he nips at her jaw, then presses himself into her with one sharp thrust and keeps his momentum going. If the bed squeaks and hits the wall a few times, oh well. He doesn't give a shit.]
Johnnie -
[There's a pause as she gasps and writhes a little, and intentionally tightens her inner walls against him to try and make him react.]
I wanna ride you.
[What can she say, the after effect of the mushrooms has made her want to be on top.]
[He pants the words, nearly groans them as pleasure ripples through him. It's nearly painful to have to withdraw, but the excitement hits him hard as he then rolls onto his back and tugs her on top of him. His nails rake her thighs and he leans up for a kiss, then tries to get her to cooperate with him as he scoots back to lean against the headboard.
She can ride him while he's sitting up, that's perfect - and to emphasize how perfect it is, he tugs her forward by the chin to pull her in for a needy kiss.]
Show me how it's done then, baby girl.
That's all she has the patience for, and her need to feel him wins out. Rather than slowly sink down on him to tease, she drops down hard and fast. She groans as he bottoms out within her, and for a second her eyes roll back in her head as she enjoys how good that feels. She's moving a moment later, driven by pure need. She's all about rising up and sinking back down hard and fast, and grabbing him by the hair to tug his cute little head into place so she can roughly kiss him every now and then.
Is this how she's supposed to be showing him how it's done? She's not sure, but she knows she's definitely loving it.]
His hands curl around her back, encouraging her to keep that intense pace, and his nails dig into her skin as his fingers flex and press against her back. Sweat causes strands of hair to stay slick against his temples, and one of those kisses of hers draws a growl from his lips, possessive and needy, just as his fingers clench against the muscles of her back.
She gets to ride a good little while, but he knows what he wants, and he feels determined to sway this back to how he wants her. All it takes is some leverage, a shove, and she's on her back again with him grinning down at her, toothy and possessive.]
You showed me real good so now I gotta show you.
[He takes her by the hips and hoists her up so he can fuck down toward her, driving deep with every thrust while her legs splay out around his waist. She can't kiss him like this, can't reach his face with him sitting essentially upright - she'll have to take what she's given while he seeks pleasure at the pace he wants. From here though, he can watch the bounce of her breasts and the heavenly sight of his cock filling her tight with every jolt of his hips.]
Goosebumps rise up over her skin as she sees the possession in his eyes, and that just makes her more responsive when he decides to move her into the position he wants. It's not romantic, not when she can't really kiss or touch him. But it's hot as fuck and that's all that really matters. He hits hard and deep each thrust, making her cry out and scrape her fingernails down her belly as she tries to hang on for the ride.
Yeah, he's showing her all right. Showing her a real good time. There's no need to try to be quiet or not enjoy herself. She wants him to hear and see how much she likes this, to know he's the one driving her to the edge and over. And with how he's fucking her right now, it doesn't take much longer than another few minutes before she comes with a shaky groan.]
He'd like to think the mushrooms help, though. The dose has worn down to low enough now that maybe it's just placebo, but it feels like they're helping to keep him lasting longer, enjoying the pleasure without letting it get him off before he's good and ready.
And she must be close - fuck, he can tell, she's so damn wet that his thighs are damp from when she was on top of him, so damn wet that he can feel it with every thrust as he plunges deep. To bring her even closer, he drags a hand to her clit, pinching and rolling it firmly in time with his hips, and the other hand moves to one of her breasts to feel and cup and rub the pad of his thumb against her nipple to the same rhythm as he seeks to nearly overwhelm her with pleasure.
He hits his orgasm pretty quickly after, and lets out a gasp of a moan as his hands still - too much to do at once. But they resume soon after as he rides out the pleasure rippling right to his groin until finally he's fully spent.]