They are at the overlook and he has her pressed up against a tree and she is moaning into his mouth as her tongue moves against his. Her moan is desperate and full of need as he pushes her harder against the tree, his hips locking against hers, his knee moving in between hers, essentially pinning her against the rough bark.

He moves to her neck and he can hear her panting directly into his ear. She is making soft sounds as his hands work her belt buckle and release the button.

"Johnny, we can't." Her voice sounds miles away, coming in whispery breaths. "Someone might find-"

He cuts her off with a demanding kiss and she pulls his jacket, bringing his body against hers again, her leg hiking up slightly. He smiles at her contradiction and runs his hand down her thigh to the back of her knee and pulls it up around him. She lets out a sharp gasp and hooks her foot at the small of his back, beginning a slow rhythm with her hips.

He groans and drops his head to her shoulder as his hips respond, moving counterclockwise to her own. She hums with pleasure in his ear, her hands moving between them to pull at his belt.

He is totally focused on the path his hands are taking, unzipping her jeans and hooking the denim between his thumbs, that he doesn't notice someone moving behind him. He is so focused on the paths her hands are taking, her nails circling the skin of his abdomen, that he doesn't hear the movement behind him.

He isn't even aware that anyone is with them until a strong hand comes down on his shoulder.

He jolts awake and finds he is in a cold sweat and Trevor is resting his hand on his shoulder. He pushes off his arm and runs his hands over his face, forcing the images to leave his mind.

"John, I'm worried about you."Johnny looks up at the greasy lawyer and quirks an eyebrow, his eyes darkening.

"You shouldn't be."

"You look awful."

"Really, because I feel fantastic." Sarcasm tinges his voice as he pushes past Trevor to the alcohol cart, reaching for a glass and a bottle of Jack. Silence resides in the room as he downs a quick shot and plays with the empty glass in his hands, his eyes focused on the clear material, the images of Lulu grinding against him fresh in his mind.

He cringes.

"You said her name."

He cringes again. "What?"

He can almost hear the smile in Trevor's voice. "You said her name, when you were asleep." He pauses before walking over to the door.

"You said Lulu."

The glass shatters against the door as Trevor disappears behind it.