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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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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.]
[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.
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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.
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?
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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
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.]
[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.
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?
[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.]
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.]
[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!]
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?
[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.]
Since his jacket was used as a blanket, she carries that with her, and shuffles along toward the water. She can hear Johnnie's voice, and follows that until she finds him. He's not alone.
There goes the theory they're the only ones around.
It doesn't dawn on her with how drowsy she still is that she's barely dressed and is shifting from leg to leg as she looks between everyone. Her eyes stay focused on the other girl around, and Chrissy timidly waves as she goes over to walk over to Johnnie's side. No one waves back, but that's okay. They're not attacking either.]
Are they stealing our duck?
[Across the water, the two young men talk to each other. The woman stares at Chrissy, and she stares back. This time when she waves, the gesture is copied and both smile at one another. Chrissy points to the duck, then gestures to herself and Johnnie.]
We're hungry.
[All three look between one another and talk in hushed voices. Eventually one of the men take the duck and move through the water toward them. He stops in the middle of the creek and holds it out in offering, but refuses to edge in close enough that he'll be on their side. They're going to have to meet him halfway.]
Thanks. Uh...
[What is a gesture that means thanks? Fuck. Miming is hard. But Johnnie puts his empty hand over his heart, figuring that has to be universally understood enough, then wades his way back to Chrissy.
The guy he left, meanwhile, says something, but who knows what. Johnnie looks back over at him, where the guy is gesturing toward him and saying something. Johnnie shakes his head, not sure how to respond, and the man blinks, says something over his shoulder at his companions, and they discuss briefly before the woman waves to get their attention and claps her hands together loudly, then points at the duck.]
Oh! Like... What did I use? This?
[Has to be what they're asking, right? Johnnie pulls out the pistol and waves it in the air, pointed upward.]
Gun. It's called a gun.
She's not really sure, but she thinks it's great they're having a conversation without really having one at all. This is by far one of the most peaceful times they've been in.]
They don't seem afraid of the gun. That's good.
[She murmurs, trying to set aside any initial worry she may have been feeling. These guys are about the same age they are. Everyone just seems curious about one another.
The woman points to the duck, then to Chrissy. Unsure of what's trying to be said, she tips her head to the side and tries to focus. Sighing, the woman motions toward Chrissy, and then points to the water.]
I think she wants me to get in. Maybe meet her in the middle?
[It seems safe enough. So she glances at Johnnie with a shrug and hint of a grin before setting his jacket down to stay dry, and then she makes her way into the water. But the clicking the men make as she approaches sounds like they're telling her to stop, and when one of them whistles he holds his hand out in a clear signal to don't come any closer. The woman with them is laughing, and she shakes her head as she points back to the duck.]
Oh. You want me to bring you that? But it's ours. We're really hungry.
[Of course, they don't understand that. So she rubs at her stomach before making motions like she's bringing food to her mouth to eat. All three of the people standing opposite her look at her like she's stupid. Obviously that duck is for eating. She looks back to Johnnie, before turning and shaking her head. They gave the duck to him, they clearly don't want it back. So what are they trying to tell them?]
Do you want to help us cook it?
[She points to herself, then over to them. Unsure of how else to ask, she tries again. Her left hand points at them, then her right at herself. She takes both hands and presses them together, then makes the motion of eating. The group talk amongst themselves before the woman makes a sound and seems to nod.
It sure would be easier if they could talk to each other, but they seem to be doing okay here.]