I sped off down the dirt road, unsure where I wanted to go. Baby stared out the window as trees and shrubs whipped by, biting her bottom lip, nervously. I took her hand in mine and let my fingers envelope her silky flesh. She turned her head to face me and flashed a hesitant smile. I smiled back to reassure her. She shifted in her seat and was soon nestled beside me and I rested my arm around her shoulders while using the other to steady the wheel. We passed the Sheldrake where the Schumakas appeared to be under arrest. I pointed them out to Baby who smiled. "See, Baby. Good does win over all. You showed me that."
"Really?" she asked. Even though the damage had been done, I still felt the need to make things better for Baby, after all she would have done the same for me. "You did this, Baby. You made me believe."
I leaned over and kissed her.
We drove on as the sun began to set and I was beginning to think we should stop somewhere for the night. In the morning I hoped I would have a better perspective on when to go.
We pulled into a motel on the border and were soon standing outside our suite. I fumbled for the key and turned the lock.
The room wasn't much with a double bed in the corner and an old wooden desk. I took Baby's hand and led her in and closed the door behind us. The worries of the world would remain outside for the night for all I wanted was to hold Baby. She was beautiful as the moonlight streamed in through the window and rested on her body. Dressed in white, her skin was a tanned contrast from the summer sun. I let my fingers trace her back, while I drank in her scent. I tugged at her top until it was loose from her skirt and I tucked my hands underneath to feel her skin. I found the clasp of her bra and fiddled with it until it was undone and then I resumed tracing the contour of her back. "I love you,"I heard her murmour between kisses and for the first time I was able to utter those same words in reply.
I felt her nails brush lightly against my own back beneath my shirt. Then she lifted it above my head and tossed it aside. Without hesitation I lifted hers above her head and it too was on the floor. Then I ran my hands across her shoulders, forcing the straps of her bra to give, slipping off her shoulders to reveal her beautiful breasts. I let my thumbs trickle across the sides of them while I traced her arms and she moaned softly. Then cupping her right breast in my hand, I bent down to suck the nipple, tasting its sweetness. I then tugged on her skirt until it too was off and she was standing in just her panties. I let my fingers wander town to the place between her thighs, saving the warmth. Baby shivered with anticipation. Taking hold of her hips I dragged her to the bed and sitting down I pulled her towards me, where I licked her naval, while pushing her panties aside to feel her skin. She reached down and took my hand away.
"I'm sorry, Baby, Too fast?" I whispered, feeling guilty. I had forgotten how new this experience was for her.
"No, It's not that." She whispered and began to lower her panties with my help. Then as she climbed onto my lap I pulled her hips until I was in her.
She had longed for this moment, to be back in my arms, loving me and letting me love her. Soon we climaxed together and collapsed beneath the covers of the bed, in each other's arms.
"I want to dance with you ," she said as she traced my chest with her slim fingers.
"Well you can, anytime you like. I'm all yours." I joked.
"What I mean is, I want to dance with you in the show tomorrow, your way." She shifted herself so that she was on one elbow.
"Are you kidding?" I exclaimed, sitting up. "I can't go back there, Baby. They fired me. They don't want me there."
"But I think you should!" She insisted. "You need to dance in that show. You need to show those people what they're losing."
"They won't care, Baby." I was frustrated that she didn't see what I meant.
"Don't you want to show them?" She asked.
"Why should I?" I asked.
"Because you need to, for you, for Penny and for everyone else that's been stomped on by these people, but also for me," She begged. "Please, Johnny. I need to face my father and make him see that this is who I am, whether he likes it or not! I want to wipe that silly smirk of my sister's face, too."
The more I listened to Baby, the more I realized she was right. We both needed to dance in that final show, just to show the rich folk that they couldn't push me around. "Okay. I'll do it." What did we have to lose anyway?
