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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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[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.]

[He has to wait a minute for her to say anything, because when she opens her mouth she actually isn't able to do anything other than just stupidly grin. She's able to laugh at herself though, and drapes her arm across her face as she comes down off her high.]

Oh my gosh, I love you for doing that.

[Still laughing in disbelief that her body is capable of feeling this electric and good, she's easily pulled into his arms. Her tiny frame fits perfectly against him, and if he thought she was cuddly before, it's likely only worse now.

Her lips seek out his, not minding the taste of herself on him. It takes a handful of little pecks and slightly more drawn out kisses before she has her fill.]

Any time.

[Which is one of those things people say sometimes as a throwaway, an alternative to "you're welcome," but for him, he means it. She's beautiful, and the way she arches against his mouth, curves that spine away from the bed and moans and writhes with her fists in the sheets, that's even more beautiful, and it's all for him.

So she can have all the kisses she wants, and she claims enough but he steals another anyway, then smiles and sits up so he can drag the blankets out from under their feet and over the top of them both, trapping all that warmth before it can leach away.

He's quick to get his arms back around her, afterward. She feels right, pressed against him like this. Maybe he's taken to cuddles too, at least when he's this happy and this beat.

One more kiss, then one more on her forehead, before he gives a content sigh.]

Almost can't believe I found you in that shithole of a town. What if I hadn't decided to stop there? Weird thought, isn't it?

[Just idle musing, though. Can't put too much weight on things like chance and alternate versions of the past. Maybe some part of him knew all along that he'd find her there, maybe that's why he wound up there. Impossible to puzzle out reasons for things that happen to him, really.]

[He's able to travel through time on that motorcycle of his, so maybe it wasn't just chance that had him driving through Hawkins at exactly the right time. She's never believed in things like fate before, probably because she's been so desperate to have any little scrap of control over her own life that she can get. But he was right there when she needed him. It's better to think of that, rather than focus on the fact if he hadn't been there, she would've ended up in that awful place alone.]

What if we were supposed to find each other though? Like one of those meant to be kind of things.

[It's an awfully romantic thought, and she happily sighs as she snuggles in close and settles down curled up against him. Her arm is flopped over him possessively, and her foot is idly rubbing against his. She could fall asleep just like this. After the day's events, it feels like she could rest for three days straight and it wouldn't be enough.]

I think we're pretty legendary, baby.

[She says it through a yawn, and her head turns so she can nuzzle her cheek against him.]

Always wanted to be legendary.

[But like, for other things than being dead and picking up a girl who he can't let go of. Legends are made of all sorts of things, after all, including dreams of being a rock star, and also a real whirlwind of destruction, the sort of thing that has people whispering his name in awe and fear when the night falls.

But he has to admit, there's something about what they've done that does strike a real chord. It's more like those old westerns he grew up with in the fifties. A man and his girl, riding into the unknown, adventuring the wilderness and its mysteries. Only he's got a bike and not a horse, and the wilderness is built on, full of roads and rival gangs and bullshit laws meant to keep people in neat little boxes so they can obey the rich and powerful.

Definitely doesn't make it any less epic. Actually, being a modern legend might be even cooler. Slowly, a sleepy grin creeps across his face.]

Guess we're outlaws. Right? We're outside the rules of life itself now. Fuck. That is cool.

[That might well be the last thing he mumbles before he falls asleep, but maybe it'll bring good dreams this time to replace the void-filled echoes that want to occupy his head any time he closes his eyes for more than a few minutes.]

Yeah. Just like Bonnie and Clyde.

[Who met tragic endings, but she won't get into that. The pull of sleep is too strong, and she's too warm and comfortable to fight it. She sleeps soundly for a while, safe at his side. But eventually visions of her dead body and that awful place creep into her dreams, and she jumps awake in a near panic.

She carefully makes her way out of bed, stumbling her way to the bathroom. She's disoriented after the intensity of her nightmares, and needs a few minutes to compose herself. The shower gets turned on, but rather than stepping into the tub, she slides down the wall to sit on the grimy tile floor.

The bathroom fills with steam as the lets the scalding hot water continue to pour. She hopes that enough to cover the sound of her crying, because she doesn't want Johnnie to be bothered by her being upset. Finally, the day's events start to process through her mind. And she sobs as quietly as she can, hiccuping a little as she tries to bottle it all back in. When she can't, her hands childishly rub at her eyes, attempting to wipe away any evidence that she's struggling.]

[Sleep is fucked.

That's about as eloquent as he's feeling when he wakes up again, bitter that no, the good dreams didn't get to rule his head tonight. At least there's some peace to be found in his memories of that astral expanse, sometimes, but most of it is too vast, too dark, too suffocating. He dreams of places he's never been and things he's never seen, and has no explanation for why rivers of black flow through some exotic tropical jungle, or why in some other time the sky opens up and bares its teeth at the world below, and rains down a torrent that washes entire civilizations down some nameless drain.

His head's still pretty fuzzy as he blinks against the darkness and realizes two things. Chrissy isn't next to him, and he can still hear the rain. Except, no, that's the shower, isn't it? What time is it? Five AM? No wonder he can't sleep, when too often this is when he's normally heading to bed back home.

Seems odd Chrissy would get up and shower right now, though who knows what her usual is. He lies there a while longer, head stuffed into the pillow, before he becomes aware that he's pretty sure he can just make out the occasional quiet sob from the direction of the bathroom.

Ah, fuck.

Well, all right, now he has to get up and see what's wrong, because he has some aching feeling it's his fault somehow and needs to know. He blearily fumbles his way to the bathroom and knocks on the door.]

Chrissy? You okay?

Yeah!

[She's so used to having to put on a cheerful face and lie through her teeth that the response is automatic. There's a fear that if she stops being fun and is too much work, he'll realize he's better off ditching her and continuing on by himself. But the more rational part of her mind tells her that he isn't likely to do that. He's told her not to be sorry about the way she feels. She's supposed to feel everything because that's what makes life worth living.

So she picks herself up, only realizing she's still naked as she catches a glance of herself in the foggy bathroom mirror. The door opens and at first, she isn't sure what to do or say. So she stands there, continuing to wipe at the tears that are still pouring.]

I keep dreaming about that place we found my body in.

[Somehow, the words manage to come out without her sobbing. She's only able to look up at him with wide, sad eyes for a few seconds longer before she's falling up against him. Her arms slip up around him, and she just lets herself finish crying it out.]

I'm sorry I woke you up.

[Maybe if she apologizes, he won't mind her being this upset.]

Aw, babe.

[If she hadn't come to him, he would have wrapped her up right then and there in his arms. Poor girl. She's all dripping wet but he really doesn't care, and with her in his arms, he walks her back over to the edge of the bed and sits them both down. Slowly, he rubs a hand up and down her back, and holds her close.]

Don't be sorry. I wasn't sleeping well anyway. An' that place was definitely the kinda place that fucks with your head. Hard to forget shit like that once you've seen it.

[It's not like he's going to forget any time soon, and it wasn't his body that was all mangled and pinned up like some kind of grotesque trophy, either. He's just gotten to be an expert at trying not to dwell on things, because too much of that might really drive him crazy.

He presses a kiss to her soggy hair and doesn't let go. Won't let go until her crying stops, since he's not sure what else to do anyway.]

[The fact that he doesn't discard her when she isn't perfect makes an entire lifetime of being told no one will want her if she's not pretty and simple and happy seem so stupid. The realization that someone finally cares enough about her to want her even through the parts that aren't pretty only make her cry more.

It takes some time, but the tears do slowly come to a stop. He holds her and she clings to him, but he doesn't ever let her go. That in itself is enough to eventually render her into stillness. A kiss is pressed to his shoulder, a silent show of gratitude for his being there for her.]

Do you think you can go back to sleep?

Dunno. Probably should try. Not your fault if I can't, though, before you think anything like that. Like I said, wasn't sleeping well. Too much shit in my head.

[Which, yeah, he knows he's never fully elaborated on, but now really doesn't feel like the time. He's said enough where she can either guess, or misunderstand, or just ignore it, and he doesn't particularly care which she opts for right now.]

Could always put the TV on until we fall asleep. Sometimes those late night movies are good for that. Uh - you want a towel?

[Because he'll go up and get one, if she does. Got to be more comfortable for her if she dries off first. Probably more comfortable for him too, but he's awfully accommodating when it comes to her, or to girls crying in general, for that matter. But especially her.]