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lumy12You are barely suppressing your irritation now as this skank practically climbs on Joel to say God knows what--
And Joel smiles. He fucking smiles! "Thank you, but no, that's not, uh... that ain't how I roll. Don't worry about it." He kind of shifts away from her, at least... but what's with the smile?
You try to catch his eye, but he's not letting you. Enough of this bullshit! You close the gap between you and Joel, putting your arm around his waist, which has the desired effect of making him drape his across your shoulders. "We can all sleep in a bed -- because me and Joel will share one." You quite enjoy the shock that registers on her face before she tries to play it cool.
"You don't have to, though. Really. I meant it when I said I would prefer--"
"It's not a 'have to' kind of thing," you interrupt her. "We actually do it all the time."
She looks at Joel, as if expecting him to laugh at your little joke.
Which... he doesn't.
Ha! This is really getting fun now! "Yep, it's true," you say smugly. "It is much nicer sleeping next to a warm body... especially his warm body..."
"Ellie..." Ah, the name-as-warning thing.
"What? We're not at home right now. We don't have to lie about it." Oh it's fun making Joel squirm, too!
Lexie's eyebrows shoot up. "Lie about... ?"
"About sharing a bed every night. And the other stuff we do that most--"
"Ellie. That's enough. You're gonna give her the wrong idea."
You certainly hope so! "Not all the way wrong..."
But she relaxes, as if Joel just wiped that wrong-but-right image from her brain with that remark. "It's... none of my business, of course..."
Damn straight! "Yeah... don't worry, we're pretty discreet. We'll close the door."
You wait for Joel to scold you for that, but he doesn't -- he laughs! Or... more like snorts. At any rate, he shows amusement. "C'mon. Let's get to bed so we can get a nice early start tomorrow," he suggests.
"Okay!" You're eager to get Joel alone -- and in the bed is a nice bonus. You bounce over to the door and yank it open. "We're... the one on the right? Down at the other end?"
"Yes. Here..." He turns to Lexie and gives her his flashlight. "It's pitch black in there. Is there anythin' you need?"
"I'm sure she's fine, Joel, come on!" you urge him, annoyed that he's given her an opening to prolong the conversation. "G'night, Lexie!"
"Good night... I'm sure I'll be fine. Thanks again for everything." She gives Joel a look. A fucking look! "And if you change your mind..."
"Good night," he says abruptly, and you could just kiss him for that -- but you don't want to push your luck (and you can wait another thirty seconds).
Joel waits for her to get inside -- waits far enough in that she can't brush up against him in the little narrow space, either! -- and then locks the door, demonstrating to her that she's safe. You grab his arm and tug him away before he can tell her that you guys are right down the hall if she needs anything -- you know he's about to, and the slut doesn't need an invitation like that!
"What's the hurry?" he chuckles.
"You know what the hurry is," you mumble. You usher him into the bedroom ahead of you, then lock the door behind you. You switch off your light (and it really is pitch black in here).
"Hang on, I still gotta open the windows. 'Specially this one."
You switch it back on and shine it right in his face. "What did she whisper to you out there? -And don't say 'nothing'!"
Naturally, he turns away to fuck with the window. "It don' matter."
"Uh, yeah it does. You liked it."
"Who says I liked it?"
"You were all... smiley, after."
"No I wasn't."
"Don't lie! I fucking saw you!"
"Keep your voice down, will you?"
Good idea -- you don't want to give Lexie the satisfaction of knowing you're fighting over her! "I saw you. -No, leave mine closed." You drop the flashlight and pull him away from the window -- pulling him right on top of you on the bed (which takes up the entire room).
He kisses you briefly, but rolls right over you and swings his legs over the edge. "At least let me take off my--"
"Jooooeeelllll just tell me what she said," you whine (but you kick off your shoes, too) (and switch off the flashlight).
"You know why I was smilin'? I was thinkin' to myself... damn, would Ellie be pissed if she heard that..."
"That shouldn't make it funny!"
"Ohhhhh, that's right... 'cause you never like pissin' me off, do ya."
"I--" ...Well, he's got you there. "You still haven't told me what she said."
He just snorts.
At least he finally slips under the covers so you can snuggle up to him properly. Oh man, I wish that bitch could see this! "So tell me already!" you press him... as you press against him... ha!
He tries to distract you with kisses.
"That won't work..."
"...All right then." He gives up way too easily!
"But that doesn't mean you can't still try it," you pout.
"Try somethin' that's doomed to fail? Nah."
You swat him, giggling. "I'll make you a deal, then. If you keep kissing me, I'll stop asking you what she said."
"So... it will work, is what you're sayin'."
"Yeah. I guess I am."
His lips find yours again. "Don't gotta tell me twice," he murmurs.
You coax him into a deeper kiss, wishing you had less clothing between you. It's not like you sleep naked at home, but there's definitely more skin-on-skin there. You enjoy the kissing and cuddling for a few minutes before he, predictably, puts an end to it. "We gotta get some sleep, kiddo," is his excuse. "An' if that guy's still out there... I don't wanna get caught with my pants down."
"Pfff. No chance of that happening... unfortunately."
Joel chuckles. "I didn' mean it literally."
"Oh." You settle into the crook of his arm with your head on his not-bare chest, and Joel idly strokes your arm. He can't see the mischievous little smile on your face right now. "Okay so now tell me what she said," you demand.
"What? You said if I kissed you--"
"--that I'd stop asking. And I will."
"Uh... that didn' much sound like you stoppin'."
"Ahhh but see, I never specified when I would stop asking. And that would be... after you you tell me. Then I'll stop."
"...Seriously? That's how you're playin' this?"
"Yep! Next time you should make me be more specific."
Joel sighs. "Or I could just not make deals with you in the first place."
"Sooooooooo what did she say?"
"You're incorrigible."
"That's not what she said."
"I reckon if she'd wanted you to know, she woulda said it louder."
"What?!" you gasp in mock horror. "Okay, I see where your loyalties lie. I should go sleep on the fucking floor -- like she wants me to. Yeah -- and I'll send that cunt in here so she can whisper in your ear all night."
Joel laughs -- like, a real laugh! You love making him laugh. So how far should I take the joke...
Not far at all, apparently, because as soon as you start to get up, Joel pulls you back to him, engulfs you in a hug, and kisses the top of your head. "Like hell you will. You ain't goin' nowhere."
"If you insist," you murmur happily.
"But I call a cease'n'desist for tonight 'cause we really do need to get to sleep."
"And you think I'll forget about it in the morning," you add.
"That, too."
You won't, though! No way! It must've been something really flirty. Or obnoxious. Wait, not obnoxious... OBSCENE. Yeah. Whatever it was, it's sure as fuck obnoxious to ME!
"Good night, baby girl." He gives you a chaste goodnight kiss.
" 'Night." ...Fucking whore. Maybe she said she sleeps naked... maybe she offered to suck his dick. Or fuck him. Or suck him THEN fuck him. But Joel told her he doesn't do... whatever... -Well, that's true, he doesn't do anything with me, so... and I think he thanked her? Is it normal to thank someone for offering to be your whore? ...I guess it could be. How would I know? -Except he could've just told her to fuck off, and he didn't. He didn't seem... offended. Or bothered. ...at ALL. Does that mean he LIKED what he heard? ...yeah. Of course it does. UGH. He was probably flattered. ...Maybe if I wasn't here, he would've been like "Okay, if you insist..."
You know it's silly to fret about this; Joel's with you. He loves you. And that's not something he throws around easily. The problem is that Joel isn't telling her to fuck off. He feels sorry for her, or somehow responsible for her, even though she's a grown-ass woman that you met by chance.
What are you going to do if this slut decides she wants to stick around?
* * * * * *
You have no idea how long you've slept, but it's still dark as fuck out when you wake up -- and you wake up because you hear (or maybe sense?) Joel getting out of bed. "Where you going?" you mumble sleepily, reaching for him...
...but he's already at the door. "Stay here."
"S'not an answer."
But that's all you're going to get.
You want to roll over and go back to sleep (he's probably just peeing), but you can't (what if he's not?). You fumble around for your shoes... and where did you toss your flashlight?
-You hear a gunshot! Right outside the front door, sounds like!
You give up on the flashlight and rush out, gun in hand. "Joel?" He's standing there, gun and light pointed at Lexie, who's fussing over someone on the ground. A man... "Did you just shoot that guy?" you ask Joel. If that's THE guy, why does she seem upset?
"Indeed I did," he answers.
The bitch is crouched over him, crying. Saying shit like "Stay with me, baby"...
What the fuck? "And she's not happy about it because...?"
"Oh God... he's dead!" she cries. "You killed him! Oh Goooodddd..."
Joel is unmoved by her sobbing. "Is that the man you saw in the trees, Ellie?"
"Um... it could be? I guess? I didn't get a good look at him."
"These two were workin' together. See our bags over there? The saddles an' shit?" He sweeps the light over them.
"Oh my God... she was just playing us! Fuck -- I knew something was off with her! You thought I was just jealous but it was more than that!" And yet... you're relieved. Like... YES! NOW MY PROBLEM IS SOLVED!
"You've got good instincts, kiddo."
...AND I was jealous... ha. "So... why haven't you shot her yet?"
"Good question."
Lexie lifts her tear-streaked face. "Please... you don't have to... we had nothing! We weren't going to take everything..."
"Yeah, right," you scoff.
"Actually, she may be tellin' the truth," says Joel. "On that count, at least. I heard them arguin' about how much to take. She was talkin' him out of cleanin' us out."
"I'm no threat to you," she says, all meek and pitiful.
"Yeah -- only cuz Joel decided to stash all our gear in our bathroom." It's a tiny little cubbyhole of a bathroom, with just a toilet and a sink. You thought it was strange that he stuffed everything in there when normally, in a tiny home like this, he'd leave it with the saddlebags just outside your bedroom... but she would have had to go through your bedroom to get to that bathroom. You're glad that he didn't blindly trust her, even if she did blind him to her true nature.
"I killed your man," Joel points out to her. "You may want revenge."
"I don't! I-- I get it," she sniffles. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
You stare at her coldly. "And you still want to live, even though your boyfriend's dead?" You know you would want to die if someone had just killed Joel in front of you. Actually, you'd want to kill the person first, then die.
"Yes -- please! I'll give you... whatever you want..."
You snort. "You don't have anything. Except our stuff, which we're taking back now."
"I'll... do whatever you want..." Naturally, she's looking at Joel when she says this. Or, rather, his crotch.
It doesn't piss you off now -- it's just too fucking hilarious! "Seriously? You wanna blow the dude who just killed your boyfriend?"
"Ellie--"
You ignore Joel's warning. "Listen, bitch: the only person who gets to suck Joel's dick is me. Got it? Just take your skanky ass and... and go find some other poor sucker to swindle." You glance at Joel. "Unless you think we should kill her."
Joel says nothing, and you can't really see his face that well. You wonder whether he's amused or annoyed at your declaration concerning his dick...
"I can't just... leave him here..." Lexie looks at the man and succumbs to a fresh bout of tears.
"Tell you what," says Joel. "You clear outta here now, an' you can come back after we're gone. Then you can spend as much time with him as you want. Maybe you can find a shovel in one of these homes an' bury him proper. Just... get out of my sight. If I see your face again, I'll shoot ya."
She nods, mumbles a "thank you," and runs off.
"Help me get this shit back inside, would you?" Joel says, moving toward... the saddles, probably.
"She could still come back and take the horses," you point out.
"She can try. I'll be watchin' from the window."
"Aren't you going back to sleep? It doesn't look like it's even close to time to get up." You punctuate that with a yawn as you hoist a couple of saddlebags.
"I might doze a little. But I don't think I'll be able to sleep real good."
"Oh. Are you okay?"
"Sure."
"That guy... he didn't hurt you, did he?"
Joel snorts. "Didn't give him the chance to." His hands are full, but he still manages to hold the door open for you.
"Was he going to? To try, I mean?"
"...No. No, I don't think so. He was unarmed."
"You just shot him because... he was stealing from us."
He unloads in the living area, dropping everything unceremoniously near the couch. "It's a good enough reason."
You dump your load beside his. "Well, yeah, but you didn't shoot her."
He acts like he didn't hear you. Just goes back out for the last of your stuff.
You follow him. "If she was a man, would you have shot her? You would have, huh."
"I don' know." (you'll take that as a 'yes') "I think she felt bad about what they were doin'. Like maybe it sounded like a good plan when they cooked it up, but then she got to know us a little bit an' didn't really want to anymore."
"Yeah. Cuz she has the hots for you."
"I doubt it. I think since she's-- I think she's prob'ly used to gettin' attention from men an' she tries to use it to her advantage. Prob'ly gets her in trouble as often as not."
"And she has the hots for you."
He chuckles. "Pretty sure she thinks I'm a pedophile now, after what you--"
"You're not a pedophile!"
"You... strongly implied that--"
"What, cuz I lied about sucking your dick?" You can't help giggling a little. "That wouldn't make you one, even if it was true. It could be true, if you'd--"
"No, baby girl." He deposits the last of your stuff, locks the door, then pulls you into his arms. "Bad enough that I even do this..."
"Mm... yeah, really bad..." You melt into the kiss.
He maneuvers the two of you back into the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed but moving to the window on the opposite side of it rather than tumbling on top of you. At least we don't have to lock the bedroom door now...
Joel settles himself with his back against the headboard, so you decide to sit up as well (you'll still fall asleep, leaning into his chest... plus, he's stroking your hair the way you like...).
"Joel..."
"Hmm?"
"...what did she whisper in your--"
"Oh, don't start this again now. Go back to sleep."
"I just wanna know!"
"Forget about it, all right?"
"I can't. I can't sleep until I know!"
"Ha -- not true. You were sleepin' just fine earlier."
"...Oh yeah. Well... I'm still curious as fuck. Why can't you just tell me?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow..."
"You will?"
"...maybe."
"Maybe?!" you groan.
"Maybe. If you're a good girl."
"Ohhhhh, I see -- blackmail!"
"Not blackmail. I ain't threatenin' to... expose a secret or somethin'..."
"Well, then what would you call it?"
He thinks for a moment. "Leverage."
"Which means blackmail. Something you're holding over my head."
"Why do you wanna know so bad?"
"Why do you not wanna tell me so bad?"
"I asked you first."
"I... just do, okay? -Was it something you wish I would whisper to you?"
"No." He kisses the top of your head. "You know I love you, don'tcha?"
It still makes you feel all warm'n'fuzzy when he says it! "Yes. And I love you."
"Then you know you've got nothin' to worry about."
"I'm not worried..."
"I love you exactly the way you are."
"I know. ...Wait... does that mean if I change -- like, in any way -- you won't love me anymore?"
"No... well, I s'pose it depends. If you stop bein' my sweet baby girl--"
"I already-- I'm not sweet!" you laugh.
"Sure you are." He kisses your temple this time. "You let me hold you."
"Pffff. Like that makes me sweet."
"It does. Look... you're only sixteen. You're still growin' an' changin'. I don't wanna... stop you from becomin' the woman you're meant to be."
...Huh? "How would you stop me?"
"I don' know. I don't wanna hold you back, or..."
"From what?!"
"Anythin'. Anythin' you wanna do."
"Oh! Then we should have sex." You grin, even though he can't see it.
"Ha! That's... not what I meant."
You know what he meant. He's hinted at this shit before: he seems to like to think that you're stuck with him or something. It's annoying, but more than that? It's scary. Because if he thinks you should be free...
"I'm not going to grow away from you," you tell him firmly. "I won't let that happen."
"All right then. Go to sleep now, baby girl."
Translation: he's done talking about this. Perhaps done talking altogether. Which is fine with you... you are quite cozy and ready to fall back asleep. "Okay. Love you, Joel."
"Love you, too."
Tomorrow, you'll make him tell you what the fuck that cunt whispered to him!
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Carlos
Date: 2021-02-10 01:34 pm (UTC)RE: Carlos
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