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lumy12As you get closer to the plane, you see there's a rope ladder extending out the door, keeping it ajar. The little plane's kind of banged up, but doesn't have big gaping holes in it or anything. You can see all the windows with your binoculars, but find that most of them have their shades drawn, and the ones that don't, reveal nothing. "I bet no one's home," you tell Joel. "Cuz they would take up the ladder if they were inside there, right?"
"You would think," Joel agrees. "Safer that way. Maybe they're all down by the horses."
"That's not real close. Maybe there's different groups? Or maybe no one actually uses this plane for anything. Like... why would they if they have a bigger, nicer house to stay in?"
"Easier to defend somethin' small, maybe? And it is close. I can't see two separate groups of hunters livin' peaceably in this close of proximity to each other." He grabs your arm as you start to move forward again. "Hey -- be careful. We don' know that no one's up there."
"I'm always careful," you scoff. You move stealthily between the trees, your gaze darting between the plane windows and the direction of the horses, until you're standing almost directly beneath the plane. Joel called it a 'small private plane,' but it looks plenty big to you. "The windows are kinda pretty, don't you think?"
"Plexiglass. Those patterns are from bullets. Someone--"
"I know. But they're still cool-looking. And it shows how safe-- hey, wait! Let me go first!" He sneaked ahead of you while you were admiring the window art!
"I always go first," he reminds you.
"But there's no one up there. If there was, your gut would've shouted it to you by now."
"Still gotta make sure it's safe." He tugs on the ladder, testing it.
"You think the plane might fall down or something?"
"No, I think it's wedged in there pretty good. But I ain't lettin' you go first."
"Just because," you assume.
"Yes."
"Fine. I'll watch your ass down here. ...literally," you add with a smirk.
He smiles. "That's fine. Just keep an eye out... in that direction."
I've never done it in a plane before, you think dreamily. You've never even been inside one before. And you won't be 'doing it' now either, of course, but you're sure you can at least get Joel to kiss you up there. Joel's ass disappears inside the plane, and your mind wanders while he checks things out.
"It's clear. Come on up."
You're about halfway up the ladder when you hear the shouting.
"Shit! Ellie -- hurry up --" Joel starts pulling the ladder up, making it feel like you're going even faster than your already-frantic pace.
A shot rings out, and you yelp as the ladder starts spinning.
"Ellie!"
"What the fuck--"
"Are you okay?"
"It... hit the rope I guess?" You hear another one! But this one must have whizzed right by--
"Cut the ladder!" you hear a man yelling. "Trap her up there!"
You look up and see you're almost there -- Joel's quickly pulling it up rung by rung, grunting with exertion. Thankfully, the plane is protecting him from the hunters, with this side facing away from them. When you're close enough, he reaches for your hand... and you grab his. He pulls you through the door and keeps pulling up the ladder. Two more shots ring out...
...but he tugs the rope inside and slams the door shut, and you see there's no further damage to the ladder. You find the spot where the bullet went through it. "Just grazed, I think," you tell Joel. "Right here... it's all frayed... but we can still use it to get down, right?"
"Gettin' down ain't a concern right now," he grumbles.
"They must have another way of getting up here, right?" you wonder out loud. "Otherwise why would they wanna shoot up their own ladder?"
"Maybe they have a regular ladder at the house. Or maybe there's nothin' up here they need."
The door appears to be shut, but there's an open sliver at the bottom of it. Not big enough to worry about, but it does let you hear the conversation below as the hunters gather beneath the plane. You watch them through one of the spidery-patterned windows, the 'spiders' distorting your view a little. "What should we do?" you ask Joel quietly (if you can hear them, does that mean they can hear you?).
"Lemme think," he whispers back as he crouches in front of the door and tries to peer through that little sliver of space.
"You said there was a guy with her."
"Yeah... watch out, he could be anywhere."
"You sure you didn't see him go up there?"
"Naw, man, it was just her. But maybe he's already up there."
You glance at Joel. He mouths "how many" to you.
"Four... no, five. Five," you whisper back.
"So... what, you think we should look for him?"
"What about Jim? He ain't come back yet."
"Jimbo can handle himself against an old man and a little girl."
"Dude, he wasn't THAT old. And didn't you see all the shit they had?"
"You guys go look around -- go find Jimmy, whatever. I don't care. I'll babysit the girl."
"One of us needs to stay at the house. At LEAST one."
"There she is." One of them has noticed your face in the window. He waves. "Hi, sweetheart. Don't worry -- we ain't gonna hurt you."
You don't know why you duck. Instinct, maybe? Cuz you're pretty sure they're not dumb enough to senselessly fire more bullets into the bullet-resistant plexiglass.
"Aww, don't be shy, baby. It's okay."
Your face is burning for some reason. Well, not like Joel hasn't seen me blush a million times... you scoot to the aisle seat so you can look at Joel without them seeing you. "Should I try and talk to them?" you whisper to him.
Joel crawls down the aisle and into the row opposite you, so they can't see him. "Sure. Just don't tell 'em I'm up here with you."
You grin. "Of course I won't! Let them shit their pants thinking you're hunting them down there." You return to the window. Two of the guys are talking to each other so softly that you can't hear them. You see another one leaving your view, probably going to look for Joel. You don't see the other two.
"Where's your dad, baby?"
"He's not my dad," you call back in a slightly-louder-than-normal voice, and you see that they can hear you. "I don't know where he is."
"Whattaya mean you don't know?"
"He told me to run, and I ran. I'm sure he'll find me. He always does." You hear Joel scooting up closer to you, but you resist the urge to turn and confer with him; that would probably look a little suspicious to the hunters.
"Good," Joel whispers -- so you don't need to turn around!
"If he ain't your dad, who is he?"
For once, the answer to that question isn't complicated: "My boyfriend, of course!"
"Christ," Joel grumbles, and now you have to resist the urge to giggle.
"Uh... honey, he's kinda OLD for you, ain't he?"
"No way! He's the best. We stopped at that house to fuck." You can practically feel Joel cringing, but he doesn't chastise you for that.
"Dude, remember? They were laying together? ...Have fun." The other hunter claps his buddy on the back... and starts walking away.
"How old are you?" the first guy asks -- he's the only one left down there now.
"Old enough," you answer coyly. You don't think the guy's as old as Joel, but he doesn't look very young, either... kind of hard to tell through the smudgy, cracky window. He has reddish hair, a beard longer than Joel's... a face nowhere near as handsome as Joel's, of course. His features are sort of... squished together unattractively (but to be fair... yeah, the window)(however, no way could he be as handsome as Joel!). You noticed he says "ain't" like Joel does, but he doesn't have the same accent.
"So... you like sex, huh?"
You stifle a laugh when you hear Joel whispering something sarcastic about how smooth the guy is. "Well, duh! Doesn't everyone?" But not with you, you stupid fuckfaced--
"What do you like, baby doll?"
Ummmmm... -wait, BABY DOLL? Weird! Um-- "Well... um... I like..." And then you get the best idea ever! "I like to suck his dick for a while first," you say casually, laughing inwardly at Joel muttering obscenities under his breath.
"...Oh yeah?"
I knew that would interest him! You're not an expert or anything, but you've gleaned from various sources that all dudes love having their dicks sucked -- except for Joel, apparently! "Yeah. It's ginormous." ...You're pretty sure the layers of glass are distorting things enough that it's not totally obvious you're blushing like a stupid little girl...
"Think so?" the guy smirks. "That's 'cause you ain't seen MINE yet, honey."
...'yet.' What a creep! But, you already knew that. "So, do you think... um... is that an invitation?" You try to sound flirty and fun, but it's kind of hard to act natural (you think you flirt okay with Joel, at least some of the time -- and without having to think about it so hard!). You are kind of having fun, imagining how pissed off Joel must be by now -- at the creep, not at you. You almost feel sorry for the hunter. You're pretending to be interested, after all. He's just reacting! "Cuz... I don't think my boyfriend would like it very much if I fucked someone else, you know?"
"Fuck him. He don't have to know."
"You're a little scared," Joel whispers, " 'cause they were shootin' at you..."
Right, right-- "Well... I'm not really into fucking guys who try to kill me..."
"That wasn't me! Anyways I think they were just trying to get the ladder, not you. Either trap you, or make you fall."
"That's not very nice, either," you say huffily.
"Listen... those guys... they ain't always nice. You're right. Some of them... would hurt you."
You see where this is going. "Let me guess -- you're different, right?" You wonder if he can see you rolling your eyes. Man, even I am not inexperienced enough to fall for that bullshit!
"I can be. See, I can tell you're a wild and crazy girl. Someone that likes to have fun."
"Um... doesn't everyone like to have fun?" You don't really know what else to say to that. Wild and crazy? Does he mean sexually?!
"Not really, no. Most girls are real prudes about sex. Won't admit they like it. Don't wanna do nothin' but LAY there, know what I mean?"
"Huh. Really?" You smile sweetly. "I think maybe that means you're not good at it..." ...OR... gee, could it be that you're a RAPIST ASSHOLE?
"I'll let you be the judge of that, sweetheart. Come on down here--"
"Fuck that!" you cry -- before you hear Joel cautioning you "no," because you're not an idiot. "You just said some of those guys wanna hurt me."
"I won't let them. I'll look out for you. Anyways, none of them are around right now."
"No. No way. But... if you wanted to come up here..." You hear Joel's whispered "yeah" in response to that, so you know that you two are on the same page. "But I dunno... maybe you're trying to trick me. Maybe you'd just come up here and kill me."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"Or maybe you just wanna fuck me and then... let everyone else fuck me, like some whore. I don't--"
"No no no, listen -- if you're my girl, the other guys won't TOUCH you. That's the rules."
"Honor amongst thieves," Joel chortles to himself.
You want to ask him what the fuck that means, but of course you can't right now. You're a little busy here playing the bait. "And... you want me to be your girl?"
"You show me a good time up there... then HELL yeah."
"Okay... uh... but I don't have any weapons. My boyfriend has everything. If you're an asshole--"
"I'm not, honey, I'm not. Promise. Let me up."
"I always have been a little reckless," you muse... and it's not even a total lie...
"So let's do this!"
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Carlos
Date: 2021-04-24 12:42 pm (UTC)RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-04-24 02:28 pm (UTC)Very happy to get your morning off to a great start :) Mine is too just knowing that yours is! (aww!)
RE: Carlos
Date: 2021-04-26 12:13 pm (UTC)