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[Chrissy falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. She doesn't wake up until he pulls her out of sleep the next day. Despite knowing that Hawkins lies ahead of them, she's in a rested and good mood as they pack up their things and get ready to head out. They stop at a diner about thirty minutes away, and don't waste too much time eating. That probably has to do with the fact they both inhale their food and then some, and Chrissy's pleased to note that the waitress can see them just fine.

So maybe he's right, and they're only half dead. Either that, or starving ghosts can make themselves be seen in the name of getting food.

They go wash up in the bathroom before heading out from the diner, and Chrissy almost tries luring him into one of the stalls with her. But she behaves herself, feeling a little tense as they head back out to his bike.

The drive to Hawkins both feels like it takes forever and goes by too quickly. They listen to music and quietly chat about their childhood, and Chrissy keeps her arms wrapped tight around him the entire drive. Occasionally she presses a kiss to the back of his neck or his leather clad shoulder. The affection is easy and natural at this point, and he doesn't seem to mind her giving it to him anymore. It's just part of the way they are together.

That easy affection continues as they pull into Hawkins and Chrissy feels sick to her stomach. It's late afternoon by the time they pull up in front of her house, and her legs feel like they're made of Jello as he lifts her off the bike. She takes two steps before stumbling right into him, clinging hold of his hand for dear life. ]

I don't know if I can do this.

[She whispers, feeling so stupid. He's here with her, she can do this. She just has to be strong like he's teaching her to be.]

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[Being both pretty worn out and actually happy with her in his arms and food in his belly goes a long way toward keeping Johnnie actually content to stay in bed, that's for sure. And it strikes him, while watching TV here, that it feels weirdly like a vacation more than it feels like being dead. If he was at home there would always be something to do, especially at night. A party, a gig, some sort of business to handle or mayhem to revel in. It's like he's taking time off. It's weird.

Her question, like so many things, makes him laugh.]

Sure. Learn well enough and we can probably get you your own, too. But, uh, yeah - I actually was thinkin' about that earlier. If somethin' happens an' I can't drive, I'd want you to be able to. We can start you off on some farm roads out around here where there's nobody on 'em and they're nice and straight.

[She gets a thrill just at the idea of being able to drive. She hadn't been allowed to back and home, and Johnnie's just giving her another aspect of freedom. It leaves her wondering if he knows how much he's given her. She doesn't say anything about that though, just grins and presses a kiss to his cheek as she rounds about so she's straddling him. ]

Maybe we should invest in helmets, if you're going to let me drive us somewhere.

[Which is obviously a joke at her expense, as she giggles and ducks her head, forehead pressing against his shoulder. Since she's there, she might as well kiss at his warm skin, working her mouth up along his neck. If she happens to leave some marks here and there, it's hardly her fault. He's just that irresistible.]

Mm, not a bad idea.

[God knows how many times he flung himself into the pavement when he was learning to ride. Hell, even now, some of those desert dirt tracks trip him up, especially when it's almost morning and he's on a few substances. She probably has a really excellent sense of balance, being a cheerleader and all, but everyone fucks up when they learn.

He holds his cigarette wide as she covers him with attention, and tips his head to the side so she can get at his neck. Something she does hits just right, and he gives a little involuntary shudder and a quiet draw of breath.]

Fuckin' glad I told you yes. Can't imagine what you'd do if you thought you had to work to persuade me right now.

[He can probably feel her lips curling upward as she smiles, and a moment later, she's nipping at his skin before she pulls away.]

Do you want to pretend like I have to persuade you?

[Sitting upright, straddling him like this, it's easy to lean in until the tips of their noses are squished together. Her eyes meet his, playfully challenging.]

Or are you ready to sleep? Because honestly? I can go either way right now.

[It's been an incredibly long day and she's exhausted, but she's always willing to set that aside for a little deep affection before bed.]

[It sure does feel like she's just presented him with a challenge, and if she hasn't learned how he is about those yet, she'll probably realize soon enough. He grins back, a little toothy, and then tips his head just to the side so he can kiss her.

He will never, ever choose sleep except as a last option.]

So say I told you, I'm a little picky about who touches my bike, an' you better convince me you're worth it, huh?

[He speaks just a fraction of an inch above her cheekbone, lips brushing her skin, then sinks back into the pillow and raises an eyebrow while he has a draw from his cigarette. All the while, he watches her closely with anticipation.]

[Hmmm...that sure does sound like he needs convincing to her. Her laughter is soft, but she looks completely confident as she sits atop him.]

Okay, but you have to put the cigarette out for a little while.

[She says that with every ounce of certainty that he'll actually oblige, and raises an eyebrow as she watches him expectantly. The last thing she wants is to be burned by a cigarette on accident. She already has some nasty leg wounds to keep an eye on.

Whether or not he actually does put out the cigarette, she sets to work slowly kissing a trail down along his body, until she's slipping off his lap to rest comfortably between his legs. She stops after nipping at his hip, head lifting to glance up at him.]

You know, I think we should just agree to always sleep naked.

[Because casual conversation about sleeping in the nude is exactly what he wants right now.]

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[He considers it a while, raising an eyebrow back at her, then snuffs the cigarette out on the little table beside the bed with its shitty alarm clock as she gets to kissing her way down. There's probably an ashtray for that somewhere in this room but he's absolutely not going to get up and look for it. He also sure didn't have to wait that long and test her response, but he doesn't really like doing things he doesn't want to do. Had to make a point, even if it wasn't a very strong one.

She gives that little nip and his eyelids flutter, then he gives a soft exhale of a laugh.]

I got nothin' against that.

[He reaches down to stroke her head, burying fingers in her hair and grazing her scalp with the tips of his nails. He's eager for more, certainly, but he is damn tired and it might take a little extra work on her part for him to get it up right now, he realizes. Which is awkward, but, well, whatever. Just needs more time warming up than usual, that's all. And considering how ready to go he is most of the time, maybe she won't even really notice or care.]

One a' these nights when it warms up, we'll sleep naked out under the sky. Can't wait for summer.

Maybe we'll drive into a time where it's summer.

[His fingers in her hair encourage her, not that she really needs the boosted confidence right now. She's on top of the world as she works her way down lower, trying to decide if she wants to tease him like he did to her earlier. It's too tempting of an opportunity to pass up, and she really could take the time to get to know his body a little better.

So she works her hands along his sides and his stomach, stopping short of paying anywhere attention for long. Her mouth makes its way down lower, until she's working a mark against his inner thigh. All she does is breathe warm breath against his cock, humming softly as she runs a finger along his length. He's going to need some time to get hard, but she's pretty sure she can manage it in time.

Another thoughtful hum later, she's nipping and kissing her way back upward, until she's able to curl her tongue against one of his nipples. Her fingers curl around his length as she does, more idly touching than anything right now.]

Yeah. Maybe.

[Hard to focus on talking right now, given he's tired and her hand's on his dick. And fuck, yeah, she's toying with him, actually. That teasing breath makes him shiver and bend a knee as he reacts involuntarily, as if trying to seek more contact without any actual thought behind the movement.

Putting the cigarette out was the right move after all, since he can reach for her with both hands now. The one buried in her hair stays put, and the other reaches down her back as she works her way upward, so that he can drag nails along her spine slowly while she teases his nipple.

The sensation there makes him suck air in, and then he releases it slowly, a smile on his face. Yeah, she'll definitely manage to get him hard before long here, it will really not be difficult. He tries to grind into her hand to help himself along by insisting on more pressure, though that probably goes against her intent to tease, doesn't it?

Well, he only has so much patience for things like that. It takes some real doing to make him wait teasing out. He'll give her a few more seconds though, just because he's tired enough to be willing to go along with it.]

[His total lack of patience almost makes her laugh. She has to pause, softly sighing as she enjoys the dual sensation of his hand in her hair and his fingernails down along her spine. Goosebumps rise up over her skin as she shifts her attention to his other nipple, working it to hardness before she once again starts moving down his body.

Every time he grinds against her hand, her fingers uncurl and drop away completely. Waiting until he seems like his patience might snap, her hand touches at him and strokes him in earnest this time. It's firm but still slow enough she won't hurt him without enough lubricaion, as her mouth works its way down to where she knows he'd prefer her to be.]

Grab my hair tighter.

[She bosses him around a little, voice just as airy and sweet as ever. And that's all the warning he gets before she shifts so she can lean down and curl her tongue around the tip of his cock. It's definitely not enough, and she knows it. But she takes in an inch or so, humming teasingly as her eyes look up through her eyelashes to him.

It's almost as if she's asking permission with her eyes to continue, although she knows exactly what his answer will be. She's got to get him hard, and takes her time with starting to slowly bob her head and take on more of his length. She's focusing more on depth and getting things slick enough to make this a little easier. What her mouth doesn't reach, her hand pays attention to. But she never makes a move to go faster or harder, enjoying teasing him until his patience snaps completely.]

[She does pull his hair, he's noticed, and certainly doesn't mind - so that must be what she's into. Sure, then, that's the sort of request he will listen to, and really gets a fistful, nice and tight. It's really for the best she starts actually getting her hand on him around then, because otherwise this handful of hair would be a tempting thing to use to guide her head to where he wants it.

Of course, she jumps right in after that anyway, and thank fuck. That little teasing curl of her tongue is a solid start, and why is that look from her so goddamned hot again, that's the second time she's done that and it doesn't always work on him, but something about how she does it, all sweet and innocent, it kinda fucks him up in the best way. His focus is intently on her as she takes more of him in, and as his cock twitches and begins to get with the program.

It really isn't much longer before she's got him fully erect, and by then he's practically chewing on his own lip. He doesn't jerk his hips up into her mouth or anything, he tries to keep himself still, but he keeps one leg firmly against her side and tugs at her hair instead to try and get more of her mouth around him.]

Chrissy, babe, c'mon. C'mon, you can give me more than that, huh?

[She pauses, almost as if she's thinking it over. If he's tugging at her hair and outright asking her for more, he must really be at the point of wanting it. And as tempting as it is to try and make him whine or beg, she's not really in the mood for that tonight.

Her head bobs faster at that point, and she gives him what he asks for. He wants more, and she can do that. Hand still working near his base, she focuses on taking on more and more length. She's always tugged his hair when it's the other way around, and as it turns out, she likes it in return. It encourages her to go faster and a little harder, her cheeks hollowing a little as she goes. She's still working on finesse and skill, but knows he'll guide her if she does something he doesn't like.

Eventually she does have to pull off of him completely, gasping softly as she catches her breath. It's only a matter of seconds before she's letting him tug her back into place.]

Yeah, like that. That's perfect.

[It's not like he expects or even needs some queen blowjob champion anyway. She's good with that hand and her tongue, and seeing her lips around him, giving him everything he asks for, that's more than enough to earn her that break when she takes it. He loosens his grip in her hair so she can catch her breath, and brushes hair out of her eyes with his other hand, tucking it behind her ear.

But breaks only last so long, and when it looks like she's good for more he guides her, and this time helps her set a pace to bob her head and work her tongue to as his fingers twine in that copper hair of hers. She works him to where he's panting and almost whining, wanting to come and yet enjoying every moment that he hasn't, because it means more time with her mouth and hands on him. She does something with the tip of her tongue at one point, really dragging it along the underside, and he arches his back with a low moan.

The pressure builds until it's too much to bear. He clenches his jaw as he comes into that soft little mouth of hers, and she'll have to forgive him for how his wrist curls and fingers clench as well, winding tight in her hair while his other hand clutches at her shoulder and his nails press into her skin.

He lets up, though, eventually. Relaxes once that electric pulse has run its course and left him feeling boneless against the mattress. Words will have to happen later, his tired and very happy brain is rebooting slowly.]

[She probably shouldn't be surprised when he comes, all the telltale signs are there. But she still gives a small jolt when she feels him let go in her mouth. She swallows around him, careful not to press her tongue too firmly against his underside as she does. But she can't stop the groan she gives out as his hand winds tight in her hair and his fingernails dig against her skin.

Okay, it turns out she likes things a little rough. It's just another way they work so well together, she thinks, as she finishes swallowing and slowly lets his cock slip free from her mouth. Chrissy wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiles at the sight of him relaxed back in bed. Her man can be tough and probably is mean and scary to a lot of people. But in private, with her, he really lets his guard down. He looks so at ease and content that she feels a sense of pride at being the one to make him relax.

A kiss is pressed to his inner thigh before she crawls over to lay at his side, head resting against his chest.]

Was that persuasive enough?

[She almost forgot they were playing at her needing to convince him to let her ride his motorcycle.]

Yeah, babe. You can have whatever you want.

[He laughs and pats her back as he gets an arm around her. He'd basically forgotten, also, until she said that, and they both know it was just playing around anyway. She might have found some other excuse if it wasn't for that one, given how eager she was to get on top of him.

He takes a minute or so to just relax and stroke her back, then rubs at her shoulder where he can still see little fingernail crescents. Oops.]

Didn't hurt you, did I?

No, you didn't hurt me.

[She reassures him, tracing idle circles against his chest with her index finger. There's a tired smile on her face, pleased that she can convince him to have whatever she wants.]

I really liked it, actually.

[Still, she knows he'd never want to hurt her. They can both get caught up in the moment and get a little rough, but it's not in a way that feels degrading or painful. He's pretty much the only person she trusts to be with her like that, and it's comforting somehow to know he won't hold back because he thinks she's delicate or something.]

Yeah? Guess that figures. Little pain sure does feel pretty good.

[Man, it sure is nice to have someone who's on the same page about so many things. The rest of it, well, she seems to be picking up on it all quickly, so more and more this whole return to California plan is looking good in the long term.

Now. He's tired, and very content, but he also believes that fair is fair, at least when it comes to people he likes, and Chrissy's very thoughtful treatment deserves some repayment. He gives a pleased sigh, then turns onto his side, bringing her along with him so they're facing each other, and gives her a nice warm, slow kiss - and then a gentle little shove so he can push her onto her back.]

Guess since you're gonna drive my bike, you'd better get real used to having some power between your legs, huh?

[Not his best line, but give him a break, as he pulls himself on top of her and kisses her again.]

[That line is cheesy enough to make her laugh, but she's too busy enjoying kissing him to really say anything about his ridiculousness. She almost thinks to tell him he doesn't have to do anything, she's content enough as it is. All thoughts of that are quickly forgotten though, as a hand trails down his back, before slipping back up into his hair.]

Where are we going to find something like that?

[She can tease him though, smirking and laughing before she lightly tugs at his lower lip with her teeth. As she does, one of her legs hikes upward, foot dragging along his leg.]

Wow. Really?

[He does his best deadpan stare, but quickly that dissolves into snickering, at least until she gets her mouth on his again. He spends a little time just kissing, because it really is so nice, but eventually he has to pull away and sink lower, much as she had done earlier. He kisses across her jaw and down her neck, and spends an extra moment there where her skin is just so velvet-soft, lapping with his tongue. He grazes teeth across her collarbone, and sucks at the little hollow at the very base of her throat where they meet, then continues to inch his way downward. He's not even teasing, really, he's just taking his time and savoring every little spot on her skin.

One hand reaches down to curl around her bent leg, but with the other hand he cups a breast and focuses his mouth on giving it all of his attention, kissing at its soft curve and sucking at her nipple, then dragging the tip of his tongue across it as he holds it between his teeth.

There's plenty of time. Might as well take advantage of it.]

[At first, her head lifts to watch him travel down lower. But he's taking his time, and for once, she doesn't want to urge him to hurry. Her head falls back against the bed, her hair spreading out beneath her. His attention is doing wonders to warm her up quickly, and he shifts and sighs against him as he takes his time exploring her body.

Her fingers gently thread through his hair at some point, though she doesn't pull or use the hold to guide him. Oh, she might arch her back slightly as he sucks at her nipple. And she definitely gasps at how good it feels. But she also just enjoys the drawn out attention, letting her hands slowly explore what she can reach on his body.

It's easy for them to get caught up in just wanting to quickly get off. But taking time like this is important to grow closer. She realizes that it's also important for her to find her voice.]

Do that again. Please?

[She requests, right as she bites at her lip. She'll work on being more vocal and direct, but he hasn't had any complaints about her more passive nature so far.]

Mm.

[It's just a soft little sound of assent before he does as requested, lavishing extra attention on that sensitive little spot. And just when she might think he's done, he simply kisses across her chest to her other breast and makes sure it gets equal treatment from his tongue, lips and teeth.

She's so perfect, laid out before him like this, letting herself just take it all in. It's nice to slow down once in a while, even he's able to admit that. Somehow it feels different, though, like it's not just sex but - well, something else he can't put words to. Affectionate, intimate, meant for something other than just short-term flings.

Johnnie works his way down her belly like he's mapping her skin with his lips, tasting every inch of it until he's backed himself all the way down the bed and has his head between her thighs. He wraps his hands around her hips just in case she gets wiggly so he can keep her in place, then explores the folds between her legs, lapping his tongue slowly upward in even strokes before dipping his tongue into her for a long, slow drag.

As he caresses her opening with his tongue, he tips his head up just enough to see her face just so he can enjoy the sight of what she's feeling as it must be written all over in her expressions. He wants her to feel good, and wants to be the one who makes her feel that way no matter what.]

[There's definitely something different about this. It's amazing, sex with him always is. But there's a newfound intimacy and tenderness to his attention that makes everything only feel more amplified. So this is what it feels like to be with someone you trust completely, and there are feelings mingled with the physical. She hasn't ever experienced anything quite like this before, and she finds it almost too heady for her to handle.

She doesn't ask him to pause or stop though, too caught up in the warm pull of pleasure that makes her stomach suck inward as she shakily inhales, a low groan slipping past her lips as he looks up to her. Her eyes are half-lidded, face fixed in a look of concentrated pleasure. With her hand petting and stroking his hair, she doesn't press him to hurry. She soaks up every ounce of affection and attention he has to give her, whispering to him how good he is to her.

It's surprising she isn't driven to the point of wiggling or craving something more. This isn't about friction and heat, though she has no doubts he'll drive her to her peak eventually. But she's enjoying the slow build, her only movements slight arches of her back or a light press of her thighs against him. And if she occasionally lets the hand that's not in his hair trail her own body and touch at her breast, she doesn't think he'll mind. Especially not when she whimpers his name so softly and tenderly that it sounds like they've been lovers for far longer than just a handful of days.]

[No, she won't find him minding at all. In fact, for a moment he watches, a smile on his face as he continues to lap at her with slow, broad strokes of his tongue.

She's being so good, and so she'll get her reward, especially for calling his name like that, like he's the only thing that matters in her entire world right now. His tongue drags a long trail all the way along those soft lower lips of hers and this time reaches her clit. After a few gentle laps, he closes his eyes and focuses his affection there more intensely, pressing and rolling that little sensitive spot with his lips and tongue. One hand trails nails along the outside of her thigh, leaving bright red lines in it wake. She said she kind of enjoyed that mix of pain and pleasure before, after all. Might as well give her more of it.]

[The rest of the world could be burning around them right now, and she'd be blind to it. He's the center of her universe, and her pleasure is his entire focus. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter as he works at her clit, and those efforts combined with the mix of pain and pleasure cause her to start coming undone. Still feeling that overwhelming rush of emotion, the attention to her sensitive nub starts to feel like too much.

Her breathing quickens as her thighs press more firmly against his head, and she almost arches her hips away from his face. With his hands holding her though, there's nowhere to go, and a needy whine drags out of her as it starts to feel like maybe she can't handle it. She can, though, she knows she can. She'll always take whatever he has to give her.

When he finally coaxes her to completion, she's about to sob. She shivers from head to toe as her orgasm washes over her, her hand fisted in the blankets beneath them. He continues to lavish her with attention to her clit as it happens, and she swears that manages to draw out her climax to the point sensitivity is definitely edging in on painful.

It's only then that she lifts her leg to give him a nudge with her foot, almost gently pushing him off of her. All she can do in the moments after is watch him with a contented look on her face, as she tries to regulate her breathing.]

[He does love pushing her a little extra far, it's true. In a lot of things, as she's probably finding, but it's so incredible to watch and feel her as she completely gives in to the intensity of her own pleasure.

She nudges him and he swipes at her leg, laughing a little, and places a kiss just above her clit before he rolls off and licks his lips, then wipes his face off on his forearm.]

That felt good, huh?

[He snickers and crawls up to where he can lay at her side and pull her into his arms, a smug little smirk on his face. Seeing her in this state of bliss definitely counts as a little personal victory - not the first one, and surely not the last, either. It is absolutely absurd that she never had a guy do this for her before, but then again, her small-town idiot ex probably didn't have a clue about a lot of things.]