Bad Moon Rising

        “Where ever I want for dinner? Wow, I feel so special.” With a dramatic hand laid over her heart, sarcasm and tease intertwined in Scarlett’s words before the smirk came across her lips once again. Thinking of somewhere to go, an idea popped into her head. Hoping he’d like it, she locked her eyes onto his. “To get all of the money’s worth, how about we go to the store, grab a few things, and make dinner together? We can even make dessert if we’re feeling like it.” Already thinking ahead into the night, she knew she was going to have a great time with Travis. “You definitely should say thank you. I never bought anyone before, so you’re most certainly welcome for buying you for the evening.”

At her suggestion to making dinner, Travis nodded in agreement. The typical going out to a restaurant for a date had never been his style. He never enjoyed following the stereotypes and he was thankful that Scarlett didn’t either. “We will definitely be making dessert, it’s the best part of a meal.” He insisted with a wide smile as she lead her out to his motorcycle. “If I wanted anyone to buy me, it was you so thank you.” Travis smirked while handing her a helmet before straddling his bike and turning on the engine.

   “I already can do that,” Angel shot back, but regretted the cockiness immediately. Next, he’d want proof, and she really didn’t want to suffer through an awkward I’m pregnant conversation. There was only a few precious more weeks left until she would start showing, and Angelica still hadn’t quite faced that. Thankful for the distraction, and a chance to leave her own head, Angel leaned in closer and scrunched her nose up as she thought, inspecting under the hood of the car. “Radiator’s shot,” Angel drawled after several minutes, finally catching the clue. “Lookit the sludge there, coolant leakin’, I can see the puddle… might’a busted the transmission too?”

“You can?” Travis questioned before offering her an impressed smile. “Well I like you already.” He added before leaning up against a nearby post to watch as she investigated the damage. With her words, he nodded in approval. “That’s what I had in my notes.” Travis spoke in a reassuring tone as he kicked a tray of tools towards her. “Now can you fix it?”

   For a month or so, Angel had been stuck at the front desk, barely even allowed back in the shop where the real magic was working. Sometimes, when they were short on mechanics, the boss would let Angelica slip in and tinker where she could, but it was rare. Now, as her life tumbled and turned with new crisis after another, she was desperate for the challenge and a refreshing change of pace, and was finally granted the chance to work with a mechanic and learn. Travis was a recognizable face, and Angel couldn’t help but giggle at his teasing despite all the outside stress making her frown 24/7 lately. “Don’t worry - I’m not here to bust you, just to soak up all that knowledge you’ve got ‘n make a honest worker outta me.” 

“If I’m being honest the only knowledge you’ll get out of me is how to chug a pint of beer in less than five seconds.” A teasing grin appeared over his features before he waved her over to a car. “We’ll leave that for after work though.” Travis replied as he popped open the hood of a car he had been working on. When he was in the Navy part of basic training was being thrown into scenarios to see how much you already knew. Since that was the only way he knew how to do things, it was how he would train Angelica. “Tell me what you think is wrong with this old thing.”

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With her push, Travis lifted his head slightly to maintain their intense gaze. Usually when it came to the bedroom he had always been dominant. Every other aspect of his life, he enjoyed taking the back seat. He enjoyed listening and watching as others took to the center stage of life. However, get him behind closed doors and he was a completely different person. This time around it seemed as if Helena was the one taking control. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t mind it one bit. With his hues watching her every move, Travis inhaled a sharp breath as she took him in. “Fuck.” A moan instantly escaped at the feeling of pure bliss. “That feels so good.” 

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She allowed herself to melt into his touch, pressing herself against him as closely as their bare skin and the fabric of their clothing would allow. It had been quite a while longer than she’d like to admit since she’d been intimate with someone  — perhaps only a little over a month wasn’t exactly a large amount of time, but considering she went from almost exclusively fucking the same guy for months to no one at all, it had come to feel like a lifetime. The blonde obeyed his command without question, jumping up so that his hands were firmly gripping her thighs, her legs tightly wrapping around his waist. Both of her arms snaked behind Travis’ neck, pulling him closer until they were back against the mattress, too concentrated on the male’s touch to care about the state of the apartment — that’s not what she was there for, anyway. Besides, it wasn’t like her own place was looking much better these days.

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        Before the bachelor auction started, Scarlett demanded herself not to bid too much on guys. As it was going on, she let herself bid ten to twenty dollars on multiple guys. By the end of it, she was basically throwing one-hundred dollar bills to one specific man in mind - Travis Randall. She already knew he was more than attractive and great to hang out with, so a date with him would be amazing. When she won him, shock and surprise ran through her system. She was mainly happy that she won him, but shocked that she actually won him. Feeling the shock in her slowly escape her body, she looked up and met Travis’s eyes. A smile quickly forming, the tease in his voice made her wide smile into a sexy smirk. “Good to know. As much as I want your hot body on top of mine, food sounds more appealing at the moment so we’re on the same page.” A chuckle escaping her lips, her smirk decreased into a grin. “And I’ll have you know that I just spent a lot of money on you tonight, so you’ll have to buy me dinner before we sleep together, Randall.”

“Dinner on me then.” Travis replied with a smirk before he added, “where would you like to go? This is your night, you can pick wherever you want and I will take you there.” It was true, he wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world. His idea of a romantic date was laying in his truck bed and watching the stars. Perhaps that was why he didn’t have the best luck when it came to dating. “You know, I’ve never been bought before. Should I say thank you?” He asked in a teasing tone of voice. 

It was if an electric current went on a rampage through her body, sending shivers up and down her spine the second his strong hands entangled in her light blonde curls. She allowed herself to melt against his touch, lips moving roughly against the other male’s in what almost felt like desperation. God, if only sixteen year old her could see her now, entangled with the Travis Randall — part of her wondered if his sister would be pissed to find out that this was happening between them, but the much stronger part of her didn’t give a flying fuck. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, balling it up with her small fists before forcibly pulling it up and over his head, even having to get on her tip-toes for a moment in order to reach his towering height. Her hands ran up his smooth chest until her arms were able to snake around the male’s neck. She wanted to be close to him — no, she needed to. Not only to quench her undying arousal, but also to simply forget about all the turmoil and heartbreak that had riddled her life for the past couple of years. Travis was an escape, and she’d be an idiot if she didn’t take advantage of that.

Once his shirt was over his head, Travis wrapped his arms around her body with his hands pressing into her back. At this point their bodies were only a few inches apart, but he needed more. He desperately needed to be one with her, to breath the same air, to feel whole again. For the past few months, Travis had been lonely. He had been swimming in a pool of self-pity, forgetting about the world around him. Helena had now reminded him that heartbreak and trauma were not something that should overcome him. There was so much more life in him and he no longer wanted to miss a second of it. With their lips tangled together, Travis gently broke free to mutter, “jump.” After he spoke, his strong fingers grasped at her thighs to lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist. Despite the apartment being a disaster, he avoided tripping on any objects and he made them arrive to his bed safe and sound.