What the hell is this?! Wait…could it be an update? Naw…oh wait! It is!
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We're still sitting in the car on the side, both if us not speaking. I don't know what Joni is thinking, her face is blank and focused on the dark shadow of a tree. Me? I'm thinking about a way to get her to leap into my lap with her forgiveness on a platter. So far, I've got nothin'. I look back over to the read head, who just sighed with a look of boredom on her face. I smirk wickedly, and wrap my arms around the girl's body. At first she tenses; not sure if my touch is a good thing. But once I start running my fingers up her arm she sinks into my chest. Her hot breath tickles my chest through my shirt, sending shivers up my spine and making my arms tremble.
"Cold?" She ask in a low, quite voice. I answer by pulling her closer; right into my lap. Bingo.
"Naw, course not baby." I press my lips to the corner of her own, making her squirm her little butt further into the crease between my thighs. "Why, are you?" She blinks, then smiles slowly while darting her fingers over my chest.
"No. I just thought you were, because you shivered." Her thumb brushes lightly over my nipple, causing me to shiver all over again. She repeats the action, guessing the effect it had over me. This time I actually moan, moan, and burry my nose into her neck.
"You're such a tease." I growl. She laughs, moving her fingers up my spine, and leans forward to whisper in my ear.
"I'm not the tease, Curly. I'm all ready." I snort and pull my face away, feeling Joni tense as she gripped my shoulder tightly.
"Yeah right, babe. That moved I pulled awhile back didn't exactly convince me." Joni huffs an pulls her hand away; then crosses her arms while sticking out her lower lip.
"I was mad." She defended. "And you took me by surprise, so that doesn't count." I chuckle, then bite her lower lip.
"Sorry babe, you got your chance and you blew it."
"Ugh!" She pushes away from me and lands on her seat; but her legs are still tangled in my lap. "I don't know why I waste my time with you! I could have anyone, and I get a prudish fifteen year old kid!" She spits the last word like it's covered in acid; making me cringe while I move to loom over her slightly terrified face.
"Never," I hiss, " Call me a prude. I've fucked more girls than you can count on both of your hands, so don't be giving me any of that shit."
"Then why don't you go to them!" She says, not quite shouting but speaking load enough so there was no weakness in her voice. I swallow, unsure of what I should say next. There was no way I would admit my attachment to her, but I couldn't blow the matter off like it was a stupid question. My male instincts scream to make a move; to prove how much I want her. But the little conscience I have tells me to spill the beans. So who do I go for? the angel or the devil?
"Because," I begin, snaking my hand up he side and to her flushed cheek, "I want you." Then I kiss her; hard; until tears come to my eyes from lack of breath and Joni tries to pull away from under me. Gasping, we both stare into each other's eyes, searching for an answer to a question we didn't know we were asking. Joni crawls back to me, resting her head on my shoulder; her nose barely brushing my neck.
"That's a good enough answer…for now." I stare down at her, confused.
"What do you mean, for now?" She smirks up at me, teasing me mercilessly with those daring eyes again.
"You'll have to prove to me, eventually, that you want me."
"'Course." I agree, pulling her closer by gripping her lower thigh. "But until then, you'll just have to take my word." She clears her throat, her expression suddenly serious as her lips curve downward.
"And when will that be?" I let out an irritated sigh and rub my eyes.
"Good lord! You know, you're the only chick I've dated that hasn't asked for anything before sex."
"Then I should be your dream girl." She muttered. "But obviously I'm not." I glare down at the scowling broad and seize her chin, forcing her eyes up towards mine.
"Do you really think I'm just some asshole that wants a fuck buddy?" She moves her eyes back out towards the window sighs.
"Well…I mean that's what all guys want." I shake my head, and for one moment I'm completely disgusted with myself. But I push the feeling away. Instead I wrap my arms tighter around Joni, and start making out with her. After a while though, it gets old. It always gets old. If I were with any old broad I would take on to the next step, but I couldn't with Joni. So instead we take a break, breathing hard while resting up against each other. After a while, Joni falls asleep on my chest. Before I know it, I'm a goner too.
My sleep doesn't last long, though. I'm brought back to the real world as a pounding erupts in my head. Was I hung over? Naw, I only had two beers last I remembered...then I realize the pounding is coming from outside. Cursing until I run out of breath, I open the door and poke my head out.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Get your ass moving, Curly. We got trouble." My brother looms over me, with the rest of the gang waiting in their cars. I can see the deadly look in their eyes; and I know that they mean business. But like always, I push my luck.
"Fuck, can't you do this thing with out me?" This sends Tim on a rage, his face all red as he starts cussing blue and green. Finally he stops, and shoots me a threatening glare.
"How's this gonna look, Curly? Huh? You're suppose to be the next leader…when I'm dead and buried in the ground or too old to lift a fucking heater it you'll be taking my place, but now you want to hide out in your damn car with your stupid broad.!" I leap out of the car and slam the door shut.
"She's better than half the broads you get! I don't need to deal with you bullshit!"
"Your already out of the car, Curly. Just come on."
"No!" I don't know what made me do it; I've never went against Tim's word. But I'm tired of it. I'm tired of always following him; of always going on what he says. I'm tired of being what he wants me to be.
"What the hell did you just say?!" Tim hisses in my face. I open my mouth to start telling him off; but he boxes me in the ears before I can get a word out. "Listen you little shit! I've done everything four you, you hear? And all I'm asking you is to be there when we take down those shooters." I push his pointing hand away and scowl.
"Fine, Shepard. But I swear, I'm sick of doing every thing you fucking tell me to do." Tim smirks and pushes me forward towards the car.
"Well your gonna have to, Shepard. You'll do what I tell 'ya to do. I don't want you giving me any mouth ether, you hear?"
"Fuck off." I mutter under my breath. If Tim heard me, he doesn't show it. Instead he shoves me into the back seat of his car. "So what the hell is going on anyway?" Tim glares back at me, but I only snarl right back. What the hell, I already got him all good an pissed at me.
"You remember that guy? The Motorcycle Boy? Well he's invaded in." I nod and turn to look out the window, then to the back windshield. My car is deserted on the side of the road, with a sleeping Joni still inside. I start to worry what she might do if she wakes up and I'm not there.
"Are you thinking about that broad back there? Christ, Curly!" Tim curses as I whip around.
"Shut the fuck up Tim! I'm sick of this shit, all right? So what if I was thinking about her?!" Tim almost swerves off the road, but he gets his cool back.
"Your lucky you're my brother." He growls. I let out a small chuckle and stare back out the window.
"Yeah," I breathe. "I have no idea, right?"