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lumy12You pretend to ponder it for another moment, then smile (and you try to make it a sexy smile, but you don't think you do it right -- Joel is the sexy one!). "Okay! Hang on, I'll get the ladder--" You duck away from the window, barely suppressing the giggles bubbling up as you look at Joel. "Is this guy dumb or what?"you whisper.
He backs up to let you through. "He's thinkin' with the wrong head right now," Joel agrees, though he's clearly less amused by it than you are. "That was good... real good. Toss the ladder down but don't stay right there by the door. I don't think he's gonna try anythin', but..."
"Just in case. Got it." You give him a quick kiss on the lips and start to move up, but he grabs your arm.
"Come on back here after you drop it. Before he gets to the top. Just lead him past this wall an' I'll do the rest."
"You ain't having second thoughts, are ya, sweetheart?"
Joel lets go of you and motions for you to go to the door.
You open the door a smidge and peek out at the hunter, who's standing right beneath you now. "You're not gonna point that gun up here, right?" you ask him, trying to sound a little scared.
"Of course not. I told you--"
"Okay, okay -- I just thought for a second that maybe I was being stupid." But nope, that would be YOU...
He gives you... what is probably supposed to be a disarming smile, but knowing that he just wants to come up here and fuck you, it strikes you as downright creepy instead. "You're being smart. I'm the one you need to get in good with here, out of all of us..." He lets out a low whistle as you open the door further. "You're even prettier than I thought."
UGH! ...Dude, you're even UGLIER than I thought... And you're blushing again. You duck your head really low to hide it as you dump the ladder over the edge.
But the perv still seems to notice your discomfort. "Don't your boyfriend ever tell you you're pretty?"
...or look at me like I'm a piece of meat he's about to devour, you mean? "No, not really."
"...Shit. That's just wrong." He starts to climb up.
Oh yeah, I'm sure you'd tell me all the time AFTER you fuck me, you fucking creep! "I'm just gonna... get ready. You'll pull that up after you, right? And close the door?" You hurry back past the wall Joel referred to.
"Like takin' candy from a baby," Joel whispers; he's waiting right there to grab the guy. It makes sense for him to do a quiet kill here... but you also think he's really going to enjoy doing this one with his bare hands.
You move down to a couple rows past Joel... and start pulling both of your shirts up over your head.
"Ellie, what are you doin'," Joel growl-whispers.
You just smirk at him. You toss the shirts aside and start on the lower half, quickly shedding your socks, shoes, and jeans while Joel glowers at you. You stand in the aisle, experimenting with various poses. "Which one's sexiest?" you hiss at Joel.
But then you see the guy's head bobbing into sight, and you freeze there in your underwear with your arms on the aisle seats, hips angled a bit... ugh, it's probably not that sexy, but at least I'm wearing the "good" bra... and even though this guy's going to be dead in a minute, you're glad you took a moment to refasten the thing after Joel unhooked it earlier! It would probably look weird if you did that now. The perv might actually catch a clue.
He pulls himself up into the plane, turns in your direction... and just stares for a second.
"Get the ladder and the door," you remind him sweetly. Why not make him do something useful before you kill him?
And he does it. "Leave something on for me to rip off of you, baby doll," he calls to you.
You force a giggle. "~Okay~..."
Joel looks as murderous as you've ever seen him, and the creep hasn't even ventured into his sight yet. You just stand there with a smile plastered on your face, waiting...
The guy strides quickly down the aisle, leering at you. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't even--"
But then he starts to pass Joel -- and the horny prick doesn't even notice him there, lying in wait. As soon as Joel grabs him, you dive into a row that has the window shade drawn... and wait. You hear Joel taunting him. "You are one sick bastard -- and I wish I could do more than this. Give you what you deserve."
You lift your head over the seats and look. He's arm-choking the hunter, as you expected -- the other hunters might not have gone very far, or maybe some of them are already coming back from wherever, so you can't have this one making a lot of noise. That's why you're surprised when Joel doesn't choke him -- not fully. He lets go of the perv, who wheezes and clutches at his throat. Then Joel's fist smashes into the guy's face. You stop watching when Joel slams him on the ground and starts beating the shit out of him.
"Ohhh I see. Choke the yells out of him, then kick his ass." You don't even know if Joel heard you.
You stand up when the sounds stop, and regard the man on the floor... who is now a bloody mess. But...
"Um, Joel? He's not dead yet."
"Nope. Wanted to make sure he could feel this one." And he brings his foot down hard on the guy's crotch! You're not even a dude, but you cringe and squirm and cross your legs.
You thought for sure that this would make him scream, choked throat or not, but the guy just goes wide-eyed, mouth agape... in a silent scream, perhaps. Like, he's not even gasping or anything. Then he falls slack, eyes closed. "Now he's dead," you pronounce.
"Just passed out from the pain, I think." Joel repeats the stomping motion on the guy's face, then bends down and slams his head into the floor a couple more times, generating more of those disgusting crunching and squishing sounds. He stands and admires his handiwork for a moment before echoing, "Now he's dead."
"One down," you quip. "Are we gonna do this four more times?"
Joel just flops into one of the aisle seats without answering you. You carefully step around the body... but it's impossible not to get some blood on your bare feet. You consider sitting in Joel's lap...
...and then you don't, because he doesn't look like he would like that right now. You brush past him and sit in the next seat. "That went well, huh?" you remark.
Joel looks at you. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, of course! You saw the whole thing. He didn't even get near me!"
"Still. I know that made you... uncomfortable."
"Pffff. Totally worth it." You lean in and kiss him gently. "What about you? You okay?"
"I'm fine... except I don't see why you had to strip for that scumbag..."
"I didn't strip. I'm not even naked. I just wanted to make sure he was totally off guard. Plus, I told him I wasn't waiting there for him at the door cuz I was getting ready: what else would I be doing? Lighting candles... picking flowers?"
Joel smiles. "You did great. But no, I don't wanna put you through that four more times. Maybe more -- we might not've seen all of 'em yet."
"It's not putting me through anything if I don't have to, like... even start fucking them or whatever."
He just gives you a Look.
"I know, I know, it would never go that far. Man... I would've loved to see the look on your face when I told him we stopped at that house to have sex!" you confess giddily.
"You're evil," he informs you.
"I know." You grin. "And I'm such a good actress! It was easy to get that dude up here -- and now we know the ladder's okay, too!"
He reaches over and caresses your cheek, his eyes softening. "What you said... about how I never tell you you're pretty..."
"I didn't mean it!" you assure him, blushing yet again. "You do tell me."
"...Maybe not enough."
"No! I was just saying what he wanted me to say. You tell me I'm pretty... prob'ly more than I tell you you're handsome. Do you wish I would say it more?"
"No," he chuckles. "I was just makin' sure. Remember, keep your voice down. We might not hear when they get back. An' go put your clothes back on."
You pout -- and now you climb into his lap, straddling him... sort of. You actually can't fit your knees around him with the armrests in the way.
He winces. "I've got blood all over me."
"I don't care." You pick up each of his arms and wrap them around you, posing him the way you like. "And it would be such a waste of a... perfectly good opportunity for you to touch me without my clothes on..." You kiss him, lingering over his lips this time.
He kisses back, running one hand up your back to your head and the other down to your ass. He pulls you close, folding your legs up against his chest since they don't fit anywhere else -- so close that it feels like he's crushing your mouth against his, and your lips part to let his eager tongue slip through. Killing that creepy hunter turned him on, you can't help thinking... although, you are also sitting in his lap with nothing on but your bra and panties...
He kisses you dizzy for like... maybe twenty seconds before pushing you back a little to breathe. "Shit..."
"What? What's wrong?"
He chuckles. "Are you really askin' me that?"
"Well... yeah." You try to kiss him again, but he just hugs your face to his neck, turning you sideways and shifting your legs out over the armrest (which is good, because that coiled-up position would have started to get uncomfortable pretty soon).
"Now ain't the time," he explains.
Yeah, yeah, the fucking hunters--
"Especially considerin' what I just killed that guy for," he adds.
... ...Wait, what?! "Uh... you killed him cuz he's a fucking asshole hunter douchebag prick. Don't even tell me you're comparing yourself to him!"
"He was also a first-rate creep. Scum of the earth."
"Which you are not." You sit up enough to look him in the eye, to let him know how serious you are... though it's impossible to talk even common sense into him when it comes to this shit. "If anything... this proves you're not like that. You would never--"
"I look at you an' I have the same thoughts... the same desires... as that pervert."
"No you don't -- you love me. And you would never be so... I mean... you never even say you wanna fuck me. Even when I wish you would, you don't. Like... not that I wish for you to say it that way when you don't feel like it's... right, or whatever..." You can't even imagine Joel saying "I'm gonna fuck you so hard" to you. ...Wellllllll... OKAY SO I CAN, actually. And the thought gives you a little thrill, even now! However-- "I think it's sweet that you say things like 'make love.' You know -- like how you insist there's a difference between making love and fucking." Say it, Joel...
"There is."
Thank you! "See? That's why you're not like that guy. That's the difference. That guy never ~made love~ in his whole life, I would bet. You're nothing like him. You'll never convince me otherwise, and someday, I'm going to make you see it, too. You're kind, and sweet, and sensitive, and considerate, and gentle--"
"All right, all right," he finally cuts you off... a couple adjectives later than you expected him to, at least. He pats your thigh. "Now ain't the time for that old argument, either. Let's see if we can get out of here before they notice their man's gone."
Aww, that's no fun... "Okay but if there are any down there right now? That I can see through the windows? We wait. I could totally lure them all up here. Maybe even all at the same time."
"Ellie--"
"I know you don't like it, but think about it -- it's better than running away, since they're all a bunch of pervs, right? We're probably saving like... hundreds of girls from getting raped."
"The only girl I care about is the one sittin' in my lap."
"That's not true -- come on, Joel, it would be so easy... I could tell them how lonely I am up here, how pissed I am that my boyfriend hasn't even come and found me yet. -Maybe I'll tell them I'm so lonely that I'm like... touching myself... didn't you say guys think that's hot?" You can't suppress your giggles at that -- how would you ever say it to the hunters with a straight face?!
Joel shakes his head, but he's smiling. "You are bad."
"Thank you! That would work, though, don't you think?"
He just gives you a look. "Come on -- get up. I didn' mean we had to leave these assholes behind. We can take 'em down without you havin' to... do all that."
"Aww, but Joel, it was fun. Way more fun than just shooting them." He quirks an eyebrow, and you wonder if you've gone too far. But it WAS fun! He was so PISSED!
"I'd still prefer it if you didn't have to," he says, sliding you off of him as he stands up. "Besides, if they're just passin' through, they might take the horses an' go. Just leave you up here. There were no reports of any hunters in this area so I don't think they've been here that long."
You reluctantly let go of him. "Fine, fine. We'll do it your way. Unless there's a guy down there right now."
...but there isn't, so you get dressed while Joel loots the plane. There isn't one down there when you're ready to go, either. Man... they were really giving him a long time to fuck me, I guess? You thought someone would have returned to check on things by now.
At least you got your wish: you have now been kissed on an airplane.
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Carlos
Date: 2021-04-26 06:33 am (UTC)Re: Carlos
Date: 2021-04-26 12:45 pm (UTC)