But a bigger part of him - a primal, thirsty bit of brain that had been smothered by sweaters, insurance pamphlets, and years of dismissal from everyone around him - let her go at it, enjoying the feeling of a beautiful woman tenderly kissing him, her hands sending a tingle though each passing hair she caressed. Lester found a little of the gusto he’d been searching for all night. That tiny voice in the back of his head that told him what he wanted to hear at the worst of times- one that seemed to speak now with her svelte, gently-accented voice - whispered as softly as the lips pressed on his;

You deserve this.

As he pulled away, he could only nod and croak out a “gotcha” before picking up his parka, paying for the coffee, and half-stumbling out the door towards his car.

it’s literally the best thing ever?? you can have two characters traveling the country??  learning more about themselves?? learning more about their friends??

you can literally apply this to any couple.  otp?? no problem.  ot3??  hell fuckin’ yeah.  ot5?? you may need to rent a bus for that.

driving shitty rental cars and living off of gas station food and going way too fast down highways with the radio up

alternately: “hell no you cannot survive off of gas station candy I’m taking us to a real restaurant”

getting lost on the way to the restaurant and having to ask for directions at a remote little souvenir shop

going to tourist traps just to buy shitty souvenirs for each other and compete for the most tacky ones.

traveling to super crowded cities and taking a couple of days off just to enjoy the feeling of being lost.  driving down winding country roads and opening all the windows because it’s like being found.

which member of your otp wants to go to super sophisticated cities and which one wants to visit the world’s largest ball of yarn?

staying in shitty motels, okay?  the kind of creepy-not-quite-real aesthetic of neon lights and soft linen and staying awake all night listening to the other person breathe.

alternately: you literally get the chance to write the scenario where the characters trade off seats during the night and the driver keeps looking at their sleeping companion and getting distracted because of the way the moonlight bounces off of their face and ugh

taking turns deciding on the next destination and characters declaring things like “oh my god, I hate the countryside” but they wind up loving it

car karaoke.  someone probably owns the complete collection of disney cds.  they probably take it very seriously.

“You’re not alone. Most people find the concept  of being ordered around a little overwhelming.” Reaching across the table, she settled a manicured hand over his, her thumb pressing against the throbbing pulse of his wrist and rubbing in soothing circles. This was perhaps one of the things she excelled at. The soft, subtle seduction that lured hapless prey into her clutches. Some of her favored pets had started off much like this; not knowing how much potential lay before them. “We can start off as slow as you please, my sweet.  Tonight is all about you. I’ve never been opposed   to being gentle if the occasion calls for it.”

That sounded terrible.

“I-I mean, I don’t mind getting ordered around, y’know, because...”

That sounded terrible, too.

“...m-my boss...just...tryin’ ta work, is all. Way my job goes.”

And he ended it in a spectacularly terrible fervor, as par for the course. There was so much...woman for Lester to deal with mentally, even if he was sure he could handle it. Still, now was the time to brace himself for whatever he’d just signed away his control for.

At least, until the touching started.

There was a noticeable flinch as the picture-perfect hand came to rest on his wrist, making his pulse feel strong and ever-present as it throbbed between his body and her thumb (which had more power than his body ever had and ever would). He maintained eye contact if only because he honestly felt that he couldn’t look away; he was the fly, she was the light.

His answer was so very close to making its way out of his mouth until her fingers curled round his chin, freezing him in his tracks as she seemed to get closer and closer...and she was getting closer by the second, so close he could smell the perfume mingled with the near-evicerated stain of hotel shampoo in her hair. The words he had mustered up the strength to say - and not half bad ones, at that - turned to jelly in his mouth.

“I-I-I-I-I...I-I don’t...I-I-I w-wouldn’t...ya don’t...o-oh, I...really?”

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This was a lie, but, again, the one time he had tried it wasn’t worth mentioning.

“...but, ah...jeez...it’s a whole lot to think about, I’m not gonna lie to ya. Never really had anybody...offer it, if ya know what I mean.”

He treated himself to another sip of coffee, hoping the caffeine would spark up his bravado. He was a man, not the sixteen-year-old loser who couldn’t even work up the guts to take a peek at a topless girl through a crack in the bathroom wall. Lester couldn’t bear to imagine going back to his brother’s house and confirming everything Chaz had anticipated to his face: that he’d chicken out, like he always did.

                                       ❝ Oh, what a day.❞