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Dec. 3rd, 2022 at 12:56 AM
[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.]
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 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.
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
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?
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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?