beyondtheline | (no subject)

(no subject)

[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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Well, it's not a garlic bread kiss. And really, any kiss from him is a good kiss. Which means she smiles against that pizza kiss, and chases after his lips as he breaks away.]

I'm not worried about anything.

[It feels important to clarify that. She reaches for a breadstick and munches on it as she tries to think of how to best put her thoughts into words.]

It's just that the longer we spend together, the harder it is not to tell you how I feel. Sometimes it feels like it's going to burst out of me. And I didn't want to scare you away.

[Her smile is starting to take over her face again, and she winds up briefly leaning to press her head against his in an effort to hide it.]

You're right, though. All that matters is that it's you and me. It's us against the world now.

[She's feeling a lot, then, isn't she? He probably should've predicted that. Virgins get clingy, or so it's always said. But who the fuck cares, because he wouldn't trade this for anything. As long as they keep getting along so well, then he'll just call it good fortune they found each other.

He rubs her side as he polishes off the crust of that pizza, then takes the bottle of coke back to wash it down.]

Don't be scared of shit like that. That's your feelings, they're important. That's what makes you you, y'know? That's the shit that inspires poetry an' music an' everything that makes people memorable.

[It also tells him pretty much exactly what she's struggling not to say though and yeah, she does have a point mostly in that they've known each other for all of a few days. But really, if anything, he's flattered. He's made one hell of an impression, and judging by what he knows of her life back in Hawkins, it was a desperately needed one.]

[She makes a vague sound of agreement, more a hum than anything. Honestly, she's pretty embarrassed by saying anything at all. A large part of her worries that she's too clingy, but she reminds herself that he wouldn't be rubbing her side right now if it bothered him.]

Okay.

[Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she covers her face with both hands for a few seconds. All she can do is laugh at herself at this point, and she waits for her blushing to die down before she crawls out of his lap and off the bed.

His jacket is shrugged off and set on the table, since it's not like she's going to wear it to sleep in. No, she's definitely doing that naked. Her arms stretch out above her head as she saunters back to the bed, perching carefully on the edge.]

Do you want to watch TV or something?

Uhh... actually, yeah, we're still in your time, right? What's TV like in the 80s?

[Hold on, as he stuffs a breadstick in his mouth, then holds onto it like that while he scoots his pants off. Food and naked snuggling, two simultaneous desires in conflict in one body right now. But with pants off, and with the end of the breadstick ripped off so he can chew what's in his mouth, he pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses that onto the back of the chair for tomorrow, shimmies out of his underwear, and brings the rest of the breadstick with him as he comes to join her. Of course, he wants under those covers because it's kind of chilly with no clothes on suddenly, so he gestures for her to either get in or move aside so he can wrap himself in blankets and enjoy his carbs.]

'Cause so far it's not all that different, except you guys have some cool new music an' the cars look different, but they still do the same things. Man, I hope we get to show up in like the year 2000 and see flying cars eventually, that would be fuckin' cool.

[His energy really is something else. She's amused as she watches him, but does eventually situate herself beneath the blanket beside him. It's about ten seconds after that she realizes there's no remote on the bedside table, and she has to crawl back out to go mess with the TV.

It's one of the older models, probably from the 70s. But she gets it on and settled on some comedy show with a laugh track that feels a little surreal and annoying right now. Blocking it out is easy, and as she gets back in bed she situates herself so she's cuddled right back up against him. It would be a shame to not do it, since he took the time to get just as naked as she is.]

You might be disappointed. I don't think very many things will change by 2000. But it would be really cool if there were flying cars or hover skateboards. Maybe robots will have taken over the world.

Man, imagine that. Bet you could do some cool tricks with a hover skateboard. Rather that than see the world taken over by robots, but maybe it'd be fun to smash through 'em an' set that shit right.

[Man, he suddenly has mixed feelings on the future. A world run by robots sounds absolutely miserable. But, who knows if it will ever even happen, and so he's not actually going to worry about it. Instead, he settles back with her at his side and works on finishing that tasty bread.]

Wonder if we'll ever go so far into the future the world won't be recognizable at all. Or, maybe we don't ever go farther forward than the 80s, you know? Like there's some kinda cutoff. I dunno how this shit works. Universe is fucked up, that's all I know, it's not like I understand the reasons behind it.

[Johnnie enjoying the breadsticks inspires her to grab one more for herself. She more or less picks at it, and winds up handing over the second half to him so he can finish it.]

Maybe there isn't any reason. I was thinking maybe we can go through time so easily because we're dead. But you know what? We haven't run into anyone else like us.

[Which has her wondering if maybe they're some kind of anomaly or something. It's probably better not to think about that, because her mind goes straight to the way they both died.]

We should try finding other people like us. There have to be some in a big city like Nashville.

Well... I'm pretty sure I know why I can.

[Subject to the whims of the astral plane or something, but hell, he has breadsticks and a cute girl, and no amount of angry thrashing around and yelling will fix his problems so he might as well enjoy the upsides and hope that she gets to come with him as long as she sticks close, like he'd said earlier. Let him warp time and space with her right against his back on the bike.

Anyway, she's right about the rest of that, and dwelling on the whole being horrifically murdered in the most evil way he knows isn't something he wants to do either, so. Other people, sure.]

I hope we find some, yeah. We'll have to keep our eyes an' ears open. Probably won't even be obvious to us, considering we'd see 'em just fine. Oh shit, I wonder if there's some kinda secret ghost bar.

[Her mood grows a little more somber at the thought of potentially being left behind. It's actually a pretty distressing thought, but she tries her best not to let it show. She's good at smiling through what she's feeling, but his mention of a secret ghost bar puts a genuine grin on her face. She even gasps a little, jaw dropping as she halfway sits up, her arms briefly outstretching in her excitement.]

There has to be! Once we get back to California, I bet we'll find one.

[The thought of there being new life in ghostly locations once again contents her. She's grinning ear to ear by the time she presses a kiss to his shoulder.]

We'll have so much fun, drinking and dancing until we're ready to pass out.

That's every bar, babe, ghosts or no ghosts.

[He laughs and squeezes her close.]

Really can't wait for you to see California though. I really miss those guys. Just hope I get back to 'em, right time and all. When I started on my ride I really didn't mean to ditch for good, you know, once you're part a' somethin' like that you're there for life. An' after, in a way. We always remember our own.

[Family's family, even if it's forged through nighttime riots and burned-out buildings. Or maybe especially if it's forged that way, because it means nothing can stand between any one of them when they've all worked so hard as a team to pull off such amazing works of destruction.

Hm, he's craving a smoke. Well, he can convince himself to flop over out of the covers and dig through his bags until he finds his cigarettes and lighter, they're here somewhere - aha. Success.]

[The thought of getting to meet the guys that he clearly cares for so much is exciting. Maybe they haven't put a label on things, but she's not a one night stand. And he wants to bring her back to California with him. That means they're a little like her family too, and she grins as she flops over and watches him get his cigarette fix in.

They fall into a nice quiet silence as they watch tv, Chrissy cuddling back in close to him despite the cigarette in his hand. The sitcoms that are on are a little silly, but enough they both laugh here and there. She's surprised he's capable of laying so still for as long as he does, actually. Johnnie always seems to be in motion, unless he's sleeping.]

Do you think you could teach me to drive your motorcycle?

[She asks out of nowhere as a McDonalds commercial plays.]

I just think all the guys back in California would accept me better if I had a leather jacket and could drive a motorcycle.

[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.]

Edited 2022-12-08 03:58 (UTC)

[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.]