CYOA Page 56
Sep. 14th, 2013 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lumy12You've always loved seeing Joel sleep. He looks so peaceful and innocent and sweet. So trusting of you to take care of him while he's in this vulnerable state. You enjoy it for another minute or two before deciding to ruin his peace; you know he wants to get going and that he would appreciate you waking him up. Now, as for the method...
Naturally, you consider slipping your hand down his pants. How could you not think of that? But not seriously -- you probably wouldn't even get his belt buckle undone before he woke up, and then he'd be pissed at you, and you'd have to claim that it was just a joke and you weren't really going to fondle his manhood. Actually, I COULD do it as a joke...
But you decide to be nice. Since you're already snuggled up with him, you feel that he on some level senses your presence and it's safe to kiss him. You've made the mistake of startling him before, and you swear one time he was a split second away from hitting you! "Joel," you whisper as you start a trail of soft little kisses just above his jaw (you don't mind kissing the beard line, but you don't think he can feel those as much, cuz... so much hair).
Joel stirs a little.
"Wake up," you whisper right before kissing his lips.
His eyes flutter open, and he has that surprised look of someone who can't believe they just dozed off.
You grin and kiss him again, hovering with your lips on his to see if maybe he wants to pick up where you left off before, but you didn't really expect him to, so you're not disappointed when he barely kisses back before starting to get up, leaving you to slump into the couch in the place he just vacated. "Shit," he mutters. "How long was I sleepin'?"
"Well, it's morning again," you say innocently. "You slept so long I thought you might be dead so finally I decided to see if I could wake you up."
Joel just gives you a Look as he starts strapping on his gear. "Less than an hour. Right?"
"Actually, less than ten minutes," you confess. You watch him in sideways view, since you're still laying on your side.
"Good. Can't believe I did that. ...You gonna just lay there while I get everythin' ready to go or what?"
"Yeah, I think I will." You reach your hand out to him. "You should come back here!"
Of course, he doesn't. He just high-fives your hand (or sideways-fives it?) and continues gathering your shit. "Where's your gun?"
"Um... I dunno. Somewhere around here." Why are you feeling so lazy all of a sudden? Joel even leaves with the saddlebag and you lay there, daydreaming. Dreaming that this is your house... that you are Mike and Emily: Joel is younger, with a million more years to live, and you are older -- old enough to get married -- and that baby in the portrait is yours. And Joel falls asleep on this couch all the time... sometimes you even find him and the baby snuggled up napping together and it's the cutest thing ever...
"Ellie. I'm serious -- where's your gun?"
"I'll find it. Help me up?" You reach out to him again.
He yanks you up roughly, making you giggle a little, then he moves away before you can wrap your lazy arms around him again. He's checking the couch. "Is it in your holster? Where'd you put that?"
You try to remember. "It's not by our other stuff?"
"Nope."
"Fuck. Well, it's somewhere..." You recognize that look on his face, and you know what it entails... time to brace myself for another lecture.
"How many times have I told you to just wear the damn thing? It don't do no good if you don't. Or if you hate it so much, don't wear it, just keep your gun in your pants an' don't complain to me at the end of the day that it chafes--"
"I don't hate it," you groan. "It's just a pain! You don't have to take yours off every time you pee."
"That's no excuse for leavin' it--"
"Yes it is! Sometimes I really wish I had a dick. It would be so much easier." You wait for him to chuckle, but he doesn't, so you continue. "But maybe you wouldn't love me if I did... even though you say you love me no matter what... I guess if it grosses you out too much I couldn't blame you. Maybe I could get a detachable one... yeah! Just for peeing. ...and maybe I'd play with it a little too, cuz, you know... practice..."
Finally he gives you a teensy little smile, barely visible under all the whiskers, but you do glimpse it. Victory! "Maybe I'll let you borrow mine once in a while," he says, deadpan. "Now come on... right before lunch, where did you go?"
You barely hear what he says after the offer to 'borrow' his dick. "You'd do that for me? Awwww! I'll just have to figure out how to detach it... might take me a little bit, but I'll figure it out..." You grope him playfully over his jeans. He doesn't mind you doing that (you're sure he likes it, even if he won't say so), but he's not feeling playful right now, obviously, so he just moves away. Doesn't even grab your hand or anything. It's annoying when our moods don't match!
"Ellie, I need you to be serious for a minute. Where did you last go? I didn't watch where you went. Guess I should have."
"It was like... on the other side over there... in the trees..."
"More specific, please."
"Well, I don't fucking know how to describe it. Trees are trees! I'll go get it and you bring the horses around, 'kay?" You kiss his cheek and scurry outside, then jog off in the direction of your last nature-toilet.
Joel doesn't do what you said, though; he follows you, just at a slower pace.
"I told you I'll find it!" you chide him.
"You think I'm gonna let you run around out here by yourself without your gun?"
Oh. Right. "Not like there's anyone here." Before he starts in with the "you never know" shit, you add, "But I get it. Thanks for having my back" to stave that off.
You've found the spot where you're pretty sure you went... fuck! Where DID I put that fucking belt? You don't want to let on to the fact that you think you're in the right spot and the gun's not there, so you feign uncertainty. "It was... somewhere around here, I think..." You rack your brain for any detour you may have taken between arriving and going pee, or between going pee and going inside the house, where you may have absently dropped it, somehow... a sick feeling starts gnawing at your stomach at the thought of losing your gun. How could I be so careless? Hasn't Joel lectured me a thousand times? And I want him to think I'm NOT a stupid little kid! But I guess I AM one...
Joel's not even looking around on the ground now; he's watching you. With that penetrating gaze of his that sees into hearts and minds (...or maybe just yours). "It's gone, ain't it."
If you're absolutely sure you're in the right spot, turn to page 273.
If you think maybe you went deeper into the woods than you thought, turn to page 275.
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