Post by pierce on Apr 22, 2016 23:52:32 GMT -5
Regardless of all his experience as an athletic stud, Ben couldn't say he'd made out with someone in a parking lot like this. Maybe in a car in a parking lot, but not actually sitting on the asphalt as he was with Indy cascading over him. It was safe to say he didn't see this coming, but it was so easy to get swept away in the sensations that buzzed around their position. His hands grappled with her hips and her bare skin, reigniting a feeling so intense - a feeling he'd almost forgotten about in the overwhelmingly frustrating midst of his family's sudden relocation. He remembered though... how he could lose himself so quickly, especially at this rising momentum they were riding now.
Ben sought the beginning of a new kiss with every breathless end to the one before, reaching his body in to her lips firmly and with incomprehensible vigor. It felt stronger than the many times before, this start of a race that seldom had losers. He craved more. His body wanted more of hers, needing it - while his mind fought to be acknowledged.
No. You can't really be doing this shit. What the fuck are you thinking? That's right, you aren't thinking. You're no better than your idiot sister - not even trying to be careful. You barely know this girl. For all you fucking know she could be the daughter of some mobster asshole but you don't give a shit, just thinking with your dick. Nothing new, you're still weak and pathetic and... The voice in his head began to grow louder, only shattered by that soft moan escaping her lips. That right there was fine music, it made their surroundings fade to a pitch black as their bodies converged closer. All his critical thoughts and gut feelings disintegrated as her fingers wound tight around his hair and tugged - prompting a pleasurable grunt that rumbled in the back of his throat. Ben didn't want to stop this, not for the entire fucking universe.
But then, her lips were pulled from his and instead of returning they spoke about a nearby beach and something about towels and Ben was more than willing and beyond able to follow her just about anywhere - to the ends of the known earth, to continue what essentially he'd started. His exhales were heavy as he nodded, his teeth clenched upon his bottom lip while the green of his eyes pinned in to hers. Then they shifted behind her - to the people approaching the club who were more or less entertained to see two shirtless people adrift and consumed by one another. His passion for Indy nearly reverted to aggression as his eyes fixed on the strangers, allowing her to get up and for a second were caught once again upon the smooth skin of her back which he'd been totally in to exploring. He followed her lead, getting up, his shirt clamped tightly in his hands as he shot glares at whoever seemed to be sneering or simply observing their make out session. His middle finger rose and was held in a prominent display just for them, to feast their eyes some more and maybe benefit from the age-old advice it symbolized.
Ben didn't look back. A newfound chill in the air caused him to slip his shirt over his body again as they approached her car - and by then he couldn't resist. He impulsively lassoed his arms around her and pulled in to kiss her at least once more, the intense draw of sensation bubbling up again as his body pressed against hers. Ben knew he couldn't get carried away here, but hell, he just had to sate himself with the taste of her lips before reluctantly breaking away and rounding in to the passenger's side.
Before he even knew it they were out of the chill AC and at the store. Time just didn't stick right now, it was... all slippery and there was no way he could've tried to guess how long it'd been since she first grabbed his hand. Not that he wanted to. Maybe it was better not trying to focus on something that was steadily becoming blurry. Yeah, too much of that would get him sick.
Navigating through the fluorescent lighting of the store didn't do much to make Ben feel any more sober either, but that wasn't the reason they were there anyway. They retrieved all the items Indy had mentioned - and implied - approaching the clerk who grinned knowingly at them as she rang up the total. Ben wasn't bashful about any of it, paying despite forgetting the fact that he'd need to be fucking 21 to buy the bottle. Obviously though he was already somewhat tipsy to her discerning eye and he was grateful of the fact that she didn't even ask for ID - sending them off with the bags with a very suggestive, 'Enjoy your night youngsters,'
Indy was definitely not wrong about the beach being close. From the store it took only a few minutes to get out of the comfortable interior and on to the soft sands. The shore seemed to welcome them with a wide fluctuating smile as they shared the bottle, stumbling along with their bags but keeping each others balance in check as they ventured toward a spot tucked away from the world as they knew it.
Ben sought the beginning of a new kiss with every breathless end to the one before, reaching his body in to her lips firmly and with incomprehensible vigor. It felt stronger than the many times before, this start of a race that seldom had losers. He craved more. His body wanted more of hers, needing it - while his mind fought to be acknowledged.
No. You can't really be doing this shit. What the fuck are you thinking? That's right, you aren't thinking. You're no better than your idiot sister - not even trying to be careful. You barely know this girl. For all you fucking know she could be the daughter of some mobster asshole but you don't give a shit, just thinking with your dick. Nothing new, you're still weak and pathetic and... The voice in his head began to grow louder, only shattered by that soft moan escaping her lips. That right there was fine music, it made their surroundings fade to a pitch black as their bodies converged closer. All his critical thoughts and gut feelings disintegrated as her fingers wound tight around his hair and tugged - prompting a pleasurable grunt that rumbled in the back of his throat. Ben didn't want to stop this, not for the entire fucking universe.
But then, her lips were pulled from his and instead of returning they spoke about a nearby beach and something about towels and Ben was more than willing and beyond able to follow her just about anywhere - to the ends of the known earth, to continue what essentially he'd started. His exhales were heavy as he nodded, his teeth clenched upon his bottom lip while the green of his eyes pinned in to hers. Then they shifted behind her - to the people approaching the club who were more or less entertained to see two shirtless people adrift and consumed by one another. His passion for Indy nearly reverted to aggression as his eyes fixed on the strangers, allowing her to get up and for a second were caught once again upon the smooth skin of her back which he'd been totally in to exploring. He followed her lead, getting up, his shirt clamped tightly in his hands as he shot glares at whoever seemed to be sneering or simply observing their make out session. His middle finger rose and was held in a prominent display just for them, to feast their eyes some more and maybe benefit from the age-old advice it symbolized.
Ben didn't look back. A newfound chill in the air caused him to slip his shirt over his body again as they approached her car - and by then he couldn't resist. He impulsively lassoed his arms around her and pulled in to kiss her at least once more, the intense draw of sensation bubbling up again as his body pressed against hers. Ben knew he couldn't get carried away here, but hell, he just had to sate himself with the taste of her lips before reluctantly breaking away and rounding in to the passenger's side.
Before he even knew it they were out of the chill AC and at the store. Time just didn't stick right now, it was... all slippery and there was no way he could've tried to guess how long it'd been since she first grabbed his hand. Not that he wanted to. Maybe it was better not trying to focus on something that was steadily becoming blurry. Yeah, too much of that would get him sick.
Navigating through the fluorescent lighting of the store didn't do much to make Ben feel any more sober either, but that wasn't the reason they were there anyway. They retrieved all the items Indy had mentioned - and implied - approaching the clerk who grinned knowingly at them as she rang up the total. Ben wasn't bashful about any of it, paying despite forgetting the fact that he'd need to be fucking 21 to buy the bottle. Obviously though he was already somewhat tipsy to her discerning eye and he was grateful of the fact that she didn't even ask for ID - sending them off with the bags with a very suggestive, 'Enjoy your night youngsters,'
Indy was definitely not wrong about the beach being close. From the store it took only a few minutes to get out of the comfortable interior and on to the soft sands. The shore seemed to welcome them with a wide fluctuating smile as they shared the bottle, stumbling along with their bags but keeping each others balance in check as they ventured toward a spot tucked away from the world as they knew it.
