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ACTIONS.

sender shows up on receiver's porch with a six pack.

sender and receiver sit on the tailgate watching a storm roll in.

sender crawls through receiver's window.

sender and receiver float on the river, passing a beer back and forth.

sender "accidentally" sprays receiver with the hose while washing their truck.

sender picks up receiver on the side of the road after their car dies.

sender and receiver hide behind a shed while cops break up the party.

sender and receiver steal road signs for no reason except boredom.

sender and receiver set off fireworks in a field.

sender brings home a stray animal.

sender bails receiver out of jail.

sender and receiver get caught in a downpour.

sender and receiver broken down on the side of the road.

sender and receiver jump into the creek on a hot day.

receiver teaches sender how to drive stick.

sender and receiver share a cigarette in the parking lot after sunday church.

sender drags receiver away from someone who's about to start a fight.

sender brings receiver a plate loaded with food they didn't ask for at a cookout.

sender and receiver run from an angry ex/parent/etc.

receiver teaches sender how to fish.

sender and receiver slow dance barefoot in the yard.

sender and receiver drive the backroads late at night, laughing and blaring music.

sender and receiver take a boat onto the lake.

sender and receiver sit around a bonfire.

sender and receiver break into the abandoned mill for fun.

sender and receiver sneak away from the barbecue to smoke behind the shed.

sender and receiver get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel.

sender offers receiver their jacket when the night gets cold.

sender and receiver tailgate together before a game.

sender and receiver watch fireworks from the back of a truck.

sender wins receiver a stuffed animal at the county fair.

USFW.

sender and receiver skinny dip after dark.

sender and receiver have sex in the bed of a truck.

sender drags ice cubes over receiver's skin.

sender and receiver share a cold shower to try and beat the heat.

receiver is supposed to be securing the strings of sender's bikini, but begins untying them instead.

sender and receiver can't wait to get home and pull over on the side of a dirt road.

sender and receiver sneak into the bathroom of a bar.

sender and receiver share a popsicle.

sender and receiver get hot and heavy on the hood of a car.

receiver applies sender's sunscreen.

receiver slips their hand between sender's thighs while driving.

sender gives receiver road head.

sender traces receiver's more intimate tan lines.

sender and receiver have sex by a bonfire burning high.

sender and receiver sneak away to hook up somewhere quiet at the county fair.

receiver bends sender over the hood of their car and hikes up their sundress.

         the   way   he   talks   as   if   there   was   something   serena   could   have   ever   done   for   him   back   then   makes   her   heart   swell.         whether   it's   true   or   not,       the   fact   that   richie   thinks   so   is   enough   to   make   serena   positive   it   is.                    ❛           i   would   have   protected   you   somehow,         ❜                 she   says   it   like   a   promise,       like   a   vow.

         she   doesn't   mind   the   pressure,     and   uses   it   as   an   excuse   to   cuddle   further   into   him.         she   wouldn't   mind   if   their   bodies   melded   together,       if   she   could   melt   into   his   skin   and   live   with   him.         serena   had   never   understood   the   hold   that   her   father   had   had   on   her   mother,     the   hold   that   she   as   a   daughter   had   held   over   her   mother…         but   she   does   now.           love,     how   stupid   and   dangerous   it   can   make   someone.         her   mother   was   the   first   person   to   teach   her   how   to   kill   for   love.

         ❛        i'm   happy   for   them.         it's   what   they   all   deserve.           especially   beverly.        ❜                    a   terrible   marriage…           serena's   happy   to   know   that   she's   dodged   that   bullet           —           richie   tozier   is   nothing   less   than   the   most   adoring   and   fond   husband.

         ❛           i   have   never   traveled   with   the   intent   on   enjoying   the   sights.           every   city   looks   the   same   from   a   theatre   stage.         but…           i   think   i'd   like   to   do   that   with   you.         we   could   take   a   train,     maybe.           that   would   be   fun,       even   if   it's   a   little   slower.         ❜

"you protect me now. that's more than enough."

and he means it. he means it so wholly that he's unintentionally squeezing her again, now rolling a little to help be closer to her despite the fact that the only way that would be possible, would be for him to be beneath her skin. "it's more than enough for you to have been there for us as adults." not just him, but all of the losers.

         “ uh-huh. i love you. ”  she’s smiling so wide that her cheeks ache, a forever pinch that she just can’t seem to stay away when her love is here. squirming and giggle at each of his little pinches, there’s something relieving about the squeeze of his hands, in addition to the light, fluffy feeling of his playfulness. but, then … allie can’t squirm anymore, pinned to angus’ chest as he curls over her to meet her height, she finally notices that he’s teasing.

his fingers have barely slipped into the warm crevice of her core, hidden there between soft petals of tender flesh, and yet they are already coated in both heat and fluid, which brings a smirk to his lips that's crooked and shows just the barest edge of a tooth there to the side. "yer gross yerself, seems, huh?" his voice stays low, giving a little rumble to the words that would normally be rather comical, but here aim to make another shiver skate up her spine.

"already wet fer me," the obvious, pointed statement is made as he dips deeper into her, until his knuckles are taken in and only the promise ring he wears is left unsoaked. "or've ye been thinkin' 'bout things ye shouldn't be? as a lady?" he's almost condescending, but still just there on the brink of it where the tease is intended to arouse more out of her.

her dress hits the floor with a near silent swoosh of fabric. ben's hearing picks it up and it draws his attention from where her thighs are parting to peek into her eyes. his own? dark jade and hungry. some might take that as a warning--if they're anything close to shy about being fucked right there? they'd better take their out while they can get it. her skin? oh he's seen all kinds of skin. in his years. the v works wonders across people's bodies. turns them into whatever it chooses. or, perhaps, what was in them from the very beginning. scales. hair. feathers in places there should be none. more. crystals lining skin. tiny and gleaming. claws. talons. they are creatively made creatures, are they not? she's no different. honestly? it makes her far more interesting. alluring. fucking gorgeous to the point his mouth's about to go dry just staring at her.

beyond their little place tucked out of the way in the room? there are people mililng about. close enough that the dull murmur of their voices can be heard as she exposes herself for him. hungry eyes move down a perfect frame to take in the sight of her though that thin strip of fabric. the way the heat radiates through his pants is intoxicating. amps up the way his inner thighs feel like they're practically boiling as he stiffens impossibly more in the tight confines of his pants. his fingers trace the very edge of the white strip of fabric blocking the rest of her from view. and he watches them as her hands plant themselves upon his chest.

her hands go to his belt and fuck, he's thankful for that. doesn't mean she's off the hook though. as his head tilts and he murmurs, "what have you imagined? when you thought about it.." his pointer and middle finger slip past that cotton and pull it aside. soldier boy takes in the sight.. before they part her open for him. grazing, exploring the dampness that practically pulls them exactly where he wants them to be. though. learning her. every inch of what's between her legs? how could he not enjoy that first?

his fingers spread her open. just enough that his thumb can slide in while his others dip down to the source of that heat, tracing.. circling. not once slipping inside as he grazes his thumb over a small, rigid bundle of nerves he locates within seconds. he can feel his belt dangling, his zipper opening gives him just enough relief that he groans. parted lips breathed in a sharp inhale he exhales an open mouthed grin as his free hand slips up her back, arm wrapping around her ribs. a slight lean forward and he begins to pull her backwards forcing her thighs to part wider..

it is here she admits to herself that she has blocked out every encounter she has had before with anyone on this planet, and before, it had only been the deathwalker. deep azure flesh tough as stone with scales that matched hers, made her feel at home despite their species being entirely different. for a split second as she's looking down at ben's crotch to work at the fastens of his pants, she swears she hears the voice of the deathwalker in her ear, goading her on. rewarding her for enduring everything that she has. ben does not have tusks or the imposing build of her late husband, but he knows her pain.

maybe it is this that draws her so deeply in, allows her to shed the embarrassment that comes not with the gaggle of folk behind her, watching her — this is nothing new, for the spirits have seen her at her most vile —, but with the eyes of someone she is choosing perhaps foolishly to trust with everything in herself.