#progress is progress

Its nice, you think, to spend time with Joel like this. Quiet, unhurried, moments that serve as a reminder you're both still alive. Still together, despite it all. The wo of you now watching the world go by as the sun sets. The chill of the season changing begining to creep into your bones.

Another cool breeze making you shiver slightly as it combines with the careful brush of joels lips on your neck as he nuzzles in slightly. The brush of his peppered facial hair tickling as he smirks against the soft skin.

But then, and you're so very sure Joels doing this on purpose, he bounces his leg. Careful and calculated as it rocks you forward, the seam of your sweats knotching so deliciously at your center. Again.

He's been at it for far too long, offering those intermittent little jolts, guiding you along the meat of his lap. You can feel the slick glide of your cunt against the fabric of your panties with each shift. Building, sparking need growing like hunger in your belly.

"S' the matter?" he eventually murmers quietly. He sounds smug more than concerned, like he knows the exact way he's been torturing you the last half hour at least- And he does, perhaps more than you care to register.

Yet you swallow, putting in the effort to keep your voice steady. An attempt at nonchalance. "Nothin, M' fine, why?"

You feel hot, too hot, considering the light flurries of snow that begin to coat the surrounding trees.

"You sure it aint nothin peach?" he continues, a brow raised while a large rough hand squeezes at your waist. His voice wavers just a little too amused for it not to be purposeful. "Cause you're breathin pretty heavy, pulse is thrummin n' those cheeks are gettin so warm i can feel em from here. Gettin cold?"

He shifts you again as he pulls you deeper into his arms under the guise of warmth. Jostling you forward a little deeper until you rut against both the curve of his plaid covered stomach and the chubbed crotch of his own denims. The evidence of his own arousal and the barley there friction making your eyes flutter, throat choked on a muted groan. "You're s-such an asshole"

"Yeah.." Joel huffs, head nodding slow in honest agreement. His chapped lips quirked as he nips then soothes the spot below your ear. "but I'd bet it feels real good dont it.. sounded like it, gaspin all pretty like that"