CYOA Page 46
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lumy12You close your eyes. You know you shouldn't... you feel how weak your will is to stay awake... maybe just a quick little nap... oblivion comes quickly. You sleep without dreaming, in a perfect state of peaceful nothingness, until--
You wake the fuck up in a hurry when you realize someone is prying you from the chair! Where'd I stick my gun?! "Don't! I have a gun!" you shout as your left hand frantically tries to find said gun in the dark.
"Ellie, it's me... sorry, I was tryin' not to wake you..."
"Joel -- fuck!" You immediately deflate, feeling both relieved and irritated. Joel didn't let go of you when you yelled (maybe due to fear of getting shot?), but now he eases you back in the chair and kneels beside you, arms resting over your lap. You cover his hands with yours. Your eyes adjust to the near-darkness to see his silhouette... "Why are you out here in the dark? Why is there a light on inside?" you ask him.
"Well, like I said, I was tryin' not to wake you, so I didn't wanna shine a light in your face, but it's too dark to carry you inside without one, so I... stuck it on one of the cupboards in there. I'm sorry; I should've just woken you... knowin' you'd be startled, seein' as how we ain't at home."
Being at home is no guarantee that you (or Joel, for that matter) won't react violently when startled, either. You suddenly remember that you weren't supposed to be asleep because you're on duty. "I only dozed off for a minute," you lie; you don't know exactly how long you were asleep, but you get the feeling it was a little longer than that.
"Uh-huh," Joel replies in that yeah right tone.
"I did!" you insist, annoyed that he doesn't believe you.
"Sure. Why didn't you just come wake me up?"
Is it time to wake him up already?! "Because. ...Cuz I thought I'd be nice and let you sleep a little longer."
"Awfully nice of you."
"Wasn't it? You've let me sleep past my time before, so I figured I'd repay the favor."
"Mm. Except it's still your turn."
"It is? No... where's the moon?" You can't see it from here, so you start to get up, but Joel stops you.
"Over there. Don't get up."
"Well, why did you say I should've come and woke you up, then?" you ask grumpily. Was it to catch me in the lie?
But if that's the case, Joel must've decided to be nice instead, because he says, "Remember the other rule about guard duty... if you're so tired you can't stay awake no more, you can wake the other person up early."
You giggle a little. "You just made that up right now."
"You don't remember that one?"
"No!"
"C'mon, let's get you inside." He takes hold of your hands and tugs you up with him as he rises to his feet.
"But you just said it's still my turn!" you protest.
He wraps his arms around you. "Did you see anythin' even remotely suspicious out here?"
Not for the two hours or so that I was actually AWAKE... "No," you admit.
"Wouldn't you rather sleep inside with me?" he murmurs, his beard tickling your ear.
You shiver pleasantly. "Mmmm... yeah, I guess so..."
"So c'mon." His hands feel all around your waist.
My butt's down HERE, Joel...
"Grab your gun. An' where's your holster?"
...Oh. Of course. He was just seeing if you had tucked the gun in your jeans.
"Right here." It was too uncomfortable to wear once you'd planted yourself in the chair for the rest of your shift. You feel around in the dark and grab it off the porch floor. "Wait -- you were going to carry me. So carry me!"
"If you insist. Put your arm around my neck..." Joel sweeps you up into his arms like you weigh nothing, making you giggle again. He has to turn sideways to get you through the front door, and to navigate the narrow hallway-like rooms inside. You try to kick whatever your feet can reach, just to be a brat. "You want me to put you down?" Joel asks warningly.
"No, I'll be good..." You squiggle up and try to kiss him, which seems to amuse him, but he resists you.
"Grab that light, would you?"
You pluck the light from where he affixed it and light the rest of the way into the master bedroom, which has enough room for the bed but little else. You switch it off and toss it aside, along with your gun in its holster, just before Joel deposits you none-too-gently on the bed and pretends to fall squarely on top of you.
"Ooomf!" you cry, as if you don't like being squished into the bed.
"Mm, sorry about that," Joel mock apologizes. He shifts around a little like he might move away from you, so you hold on to him tighter.
"Stay like this," you urge him.
He chuckles. "Just takin' my gun off, too."
"Oh. Okay." He just had one tucked into his jeans, no holster. It's so Joel to even bother to take a gun outside on the porch when he's only going to be out there for a minute, to bring you inside. You giggle as you remember something. "So... you invited me in here, and you know what my condition was for sleeping with you in this bed..."
"I never agreed to your terms," Joel mumbles into your neck, his breath and beard tickling you there as he lays across you like a blanket again.
"Well, in that case... I might just have to leave," you say lightly.
"Go ahead."
"You don't care?" you say huffily. "Fine..." You half-heartedly struggle to get up; you can tell he's playing with you, because normally -- if he offers no resistance -- you'd be able to push him away from you and roll away pretty easily. This time, he seems to have made himself completely dead weight. "Fuck... I can't move..."
"Mm. That's a shame. Guess I get my way after all."
"Jooeeellll," you whine. "You promised me we'd have sex!"
Joel chuckles. "I promised no such thing. Even if I did, I'm too tired."
"You just slept for like... hours! And you woke up on your own!"
"The quiet woke me up."
"What? That makes no sense."
"I couldn't hear you outside at all."
"...How could that possibly wake you up?" You were trying to be quiet, for fuck's sake.
"Don' know. It just did."
Whatever woke him up, you know it wasn't the fucking quiet, but that's what he wants to believe. "You're being a total cocktease right now, you know," you inform him.
He chuckles again -- and he is right over that sweet spot on your neck: he keeps sending shivers down your spine. "You don't got a cock to tease, baby girl."
"Well, you're a... a cunt-tease, then."
"Ugh."
You know he doesn't like that word. You giggle. "Stop being one if you don't like it."
"Can't. Too tired." He abruptly starts snoring loudly into your neck.
He is impossible! "Jooeeellll!" Now you're all giggly-shivery from his beard and his lips tickling you...
"Hmm? Sorry. Must've dozed off for a second... 'cause I'm so tired..."
"Oh, poor baby," you say mockingly. "Maybe you should've left me outside. I'm totally awake now."
He doesn't answer.
You wonder how sleepy he really is. You coil yourself around him as best you can, hands roving... not that you can reach anywhere naughty, given how far down the bed he is. "Like... totally awake." ...hint hint?!
"Mm."
...Well, at least it was a response... "Scoot up -- your feet must be hanging off the end." You tug on his shoulders, but he doesn't budge.
" 'm good like this."
You're still enjoying his hot breath on your neck... the weight of his body on yours... You wonder if Joel is being purposely oblivious or if he really is that fucking tired. You should probably let him sleep, either way. You could use some more sleep yourself.
But now I'm not TIRED... you know he's not going to have sex with you. No, that's too much of a Big Deal in his mind for him to casually give in to you now, after all this time. But maybe he could just sort of... stick his hand down your pants? He's done that much before...
If you calm down and go to sleep, turn to page page 85.
If you keep trying to convince Joel to make out with you, turn to page 89.
Carlos
Date: 2021-06-10 12:25 pm (UTC)Re: Carlos
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