Sin City: A broken dream, and a handful of bullets. (Closed for scarlettnuit)

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt stood there, looking at the chicken and waffles, then at one of the bacon cheeseburgers and snatched that one. As he approached the sofa, Wyatt picked up two cans of soda and tossed one to Viv. He smirked to himself shook his head, then sat down on the floor in front of VIv, letting her look at his shoulder.

"It's not so bad, a bit bruised from dancing on the stairs with the guy at Steph's house. He looked a lot worse when we left."

sitting there on the floor he thought out loud. "I have.. but I'm not going to just let you go at this alone. I told your warrior goddess 'Gail' I thin her name was that I'd be there with you through this. If I go back and don't bring you home safely you think she's gonna just let me live? Ha.. no she'll sic that Asian woman with the swords after me. Besides. there's got to be a way of using my job as a cop to our advantage."

Reaching back he touched her leg, and looked back at Viv, "Just.. stop trying to get rid of me ok. Enough on that. We are in this together. Alright?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

She pursed her lips slightly when he told her to stop trying to get rid of him. She would always try and keep him from getting hurt. Although why that thought came to her, she had no idea. She was getting soft and that wouldn’t help them at all right now.

She leaned over and looked at his shoulder, clinically inspecting it before she stood. “You’ll live to fight another day then.” She said and picked up the plate of chicken and waffles and in one of the chairs at the table. She munched on the chicken and then slung her legs over the arm of the chair.

“So, what’s our plan now? I would like his father dead, but I like Stephen too much to do it. I would prefer for his ass to rot in hell, his salad getting tossed by the ugliest brute in Prison. Not quite sure how that we’d manage that given that he’s greased every palm and dick from sea to shining sea.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Hm... you present an interesting dilemma. All this running from 'him' puts the ball in his court, and honestly, I don't like playing that game. Never was very good at basketball anyway."

Wyatt couldn't help but notice how her physical body language could change from one moment to the next, part of her wanted him, the other wanted to stay away from him. Is this something he really wanted to pursue? Did he really want to break through the ice and get Vivien as she really is? It would be like trying to take a 300 story building with a jackhammer, Slow... but.. attack the right spot. and maybe...

"We have a decision then. it's really what do you wanna do? Realistically it'll be near impossible to kill him, and it seems he has only the worst intentions for his son. Who does that? who kills someone else's love simply because she'd be a liability in Basin City? fuck it would've been so much easier to simply buy Candy off, and send her and Stephen off to L.A. to live in Hollywood. No... there's another reason why they murdered her 'in' old town. I bet my badge on it that this has everything to do with controlling oldtown, and everything in it.

So, if you are looking for motivation, that's it right there, we find a way to get this fucker to back off. Once we get Stephen to his uncle's place we get back to basin city, drive through the night if we have to, but we get back there, and we find a way to get this guy to back off. And if that doesn't work.... well, you tell me, are you going to just 'let' someone pimp you out?"

in Wyatt's mind he started to run with this... why? why would O'Rourke attempt something so brash, did he have someone on the inside, in 'old town' who worked for him? Knowing that Chamberlin worked for him meant that he could find some answers. But, it meant that he could definitely end up two ways on this, dead, or missing. If he wasn't careful.

"In the morning, we should talk to Stephen, find out if his dad had a squeeze of his own that nobody knew about. If Stephen was trying to keep quiet with Candy, then he'd be watching his old man."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv sat on the couch for a moment and thought over what Wyatt said. It was true that Steph’s dad very few positive intentions for his son, if any. However, death seemed too nice for a guy who would kill off a girl just to keep his son away from her. As her thoughts mulled over in her mind, taking in what Wyatt was saying as well as her own thoughts, she suddenly paused and looked at him.

“There’s always a bigger fish,” she trailed off and thought on this longer. “The best way to hurt his guy is through his wallet. Killing won’t work for this one, even if we could, we need to ruin his life, make him lose his money, live a life time of misery…”

She stood up and then paced back and forth a bit. “What we need to find out is who hates him more than we do, and they will be the key to his undoing.”

She then sighed a moment and sat down next to him. “But until we get back into BC, until we drop off Steph, I think I need a breather from it all,” She said as her hand went to her neck, trying to rub out the tightness and stress that was held there.

“I know it’s stupid, but from now to Stephen’s uncle’s house, let’s keep our guard up but pretend we’re on a road trip. It will be nice to get a few hours respite. What do you think?” she asked him as she took his hand in hers.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt nodded, and raised an eyebrow, "Pretend we are on a road trip?" He honestly had never been on one being a city kid and all. He'd gone on trips to the docks and the such but his father was a lifetime car junky stuck in his garage while his mom fucked up their lives before he had a chance to grow up. The whole subject was foreign. But Wyatt could get behind the idea.

"OK... road trip it is.."

He remembered seeing some old road trip film where two women took an old
Thunderbird out and ended up getting into some serious mischief. He remembered they ended up driving that old Thunderbird off a cliff. As a kid, he never understood, they could have trusted the cop, could have made it out alive why not try. It was only later in life when he watched it with a college girlfriend who absolutely loved it that he understood, or at least thought he did, they wanted to go out on their own terms. Without someone trying to control them.

He looked at Viv and gave her a half smirk and a serious look, "So, since this is a road trip, just promise me that it doesn't end like that one film, where the two women drive their car off a cliff. Cause really I think my old man would kill me if I did that."

He finished by almost snorting and laughing when in the back of his mind Wyatt quashed such thoughts of trying to choose the way he might go out. If shit went sideways, which normally does in Sin City, he'd end up dead from a bullet, or worse. He turned his mind from that and focused on who was in front of him. Squeezing her hand Wyatt looked into Vivien's eyes.. and tried to get lost in them.

"I do remember one other thing from that movie..." Wyatt leaned in trying to kiss Vivien. His lips pressed to hers as he turned, and pulled her to him, the love seat was small, but he didn't care, he need to take his mind off the 'possible future' and live in the now. And right now every part of him wanted her.

if she rejected him this time he'd sware off trying.. but he had too try...

 

[scarlettnuit]

“If any car is going to go over a cliff, it will be that of our enemies,” She grinned at him.

Before she could get another thought out he leaned in to kiss her. She stopped him only so that she could move to sit in his lap. She wrapped her arms lightly around his neck and looked into his eyes. While her eyes were normally hard and calculating, now they were soft and warm, praying he wouldn’t hurt her like everyone else in her life had done.

She leaned in and kissed him, and immediate electric spark jolting through her body. She then began to kiss him harder, opening her mouth slightly so that she could taste the sweetness of his breath. The heat of his tongue made her gasp, her nipples hardening in response. She moved her lips down his neck, her teeth gently raking on the delicate skin there before returning to his mouth.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Those eyes of yours..." Wyatt thought to himself, as he felt like Viv had just taken the curtain down and exposed her true self. Wyatt rewarded her with a gift of his own.

Wyatt wrapped his arms around Vivien in a tight embrace, His hands didn't wander to her ass, no, they found their way to the small of her back up and under her shirt, and deep within curls of her hair. His kisses were not violent or pushy, they were needy, earnest and expressive, each one a part of his desire to be with her right now... and no concern for anything else.

The idea of baring this much to anyone felt for the first time in his life like it was ok. Both of them had been survivors of the city they grew up in, and neither of them would allow themselves to be seen as a victim. well, at least this was what Wyatt believed, and it's exactly why he was drawn to Vivien like a moth to a flame.

when Viv nipped him..Wyatt gave her a crooked smile, reached down and grabbed her firm ass with both hands pulling her up, letting him nuzzle his face in her chest, teasing her. his hands left her waist, reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off, exposing her nipples to his attention, immediately Wyatt sucked her left nipple into his mouth twirling his tongue around it, holding her to him.

but his hands stayed on her butt, reaching into the back pockets of her jeans and holding her there until he was truly satisfied that her left nipple had received enough attention. slowly.. he trailed his tongue across to the center of Vivien's chest, looking up and planting small wet kisses on her skin, he gave her a devilish smile and started moving...

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv laughed softly into his mouth as he grabbed her ass and only reluctantly let his lips move away from her own. Her head leaned back and her fingers moved through his hair as he nuzzled her breasts. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin and slight stubble brushing against her breasts.

When he lifted her shirt and sucked her nipple into his mouth she gasped as the sensation sent throbs of pleasure between her legs. She bit her bottom lip and moaned as he moved to the other nipple, opening her eyes and tilting her head to watch what he was doing. Watching him seemed to turn her on, his mouth and tongue flicking and working over her rosy pink nub. Of course, she supposed usually she was just trying to get through a job and had never let herself feel or connect to what was going on.

She whimpered and ground herself against his lap a bit as he continued to tease her. When he moved his kisses along her skin she pulled away from him enough to grasp at his shirt and get it off of him. Her eyebrows kneaded in concern as she saw the bruise on his shoulder, along with a few battle wounds.

“You poor thing,” she pouted and then started placing gentle kisses on his shoulder. After that she paused a moment and bit her lip before looking at him, her face a bit flush with embarrassment. She was used to moving in a “routine” but she didn’t want him to feel like he was just anyone else. After all, no one had ever given her any sense of pleasure before.

“What do you like?” she asked as her fingers ran over his chest softly, wondering if he would want to get straight to business like her clients. Once against she felt embarrassed; she knew how to please a man, but it was mechanical to her, she wasn’t entirely sure how to be intimate.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"What do you like..."

The question could lead anywhere. Wyatt could think of a thousand ways to answer it. His first thought went back to the sight he'd seen on his bike a lifetime ago. a fishnet dress and the smallest thong known to man and the boots he'd help her take off. That image would always be burned into his memory. But was it really Vivien? Or was it his image of who she was?

Thinking for a moment, it was really neither, and while the outfit she wore was hella attention-getting, it wasn't what he wanted. Wyatt wanted her. not a performance, not what the clients get, he wanted Vivien and what she wanted.

In the calmest voice he could, Wyatt kissed her, and spoke earnestly, never losing eye contact.

"I 'like' you... I 'want' you.. not a performance, I want you, and your desires.. I want to please you and make 'you' gleefully enjoy what you want me to do. Because I can guarantee you, anything you want is what I want. if that means we make this up as we go along, then I'm all in."

Wyatt kissed her again, then pulled her shirt up and off, pulling her to him with one hand on her back pressing her chest against his own. His hand reached down and from her leaned forward position his hand slid into the right back pocket of her blue jeans.

"So, the question stands... what do you like..."

 

[scarlettnuit]

She bit her bottom lip as her bare breasts pressed against his chest. She would have never thought that such a simple thing could feel so incredibly good. His hand moved to the back of her jeans as he pulled her forward and that too, made shivers run through her body.

When he asked what she liked she looked away and turned red with embarrassment, “I…I don’t know,” She told him truthfully, “I never really had time for that part,” she admitted ashamed.

She then kissed him again for a few moments and then pulled back to look into his eyes, “Why don’t you lead the way adventurer, I promise to tell you if I don’t like it,” She offered, hoping that that was enough.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Her subtle message got through his thick head, Wyatt finally understood, she wanted him to lead the way. He should have understood at the beginning but he hadn't. Now he planned on making the most out of Vivien trusting him with such an experience.

With a slight nod, Wyatt's hands moved, they at first caressed her back and ass, but slowly he moved to place his hands at the back of her ass and pull her up, bringing her chest level with his lips. Wyatt took his time here, subtly kissing each nipple, switching between each one, licking his way from left to right then back again slowly trying to bring each one to a hard nub. his hands, however, were busy on her ass, slowly working his hands across her inner thighs. All of this had it's an effect on Wyatt however, and it was making him uncomfortable in his jeans.

When he'd brought Vivien's nipples to their full size, he started to pick Vivien up out of his lap, the change of position made it less uncomfortable but he was still restrained by his jeans. Vivien however, was about to be relieved of her own.

Wyatt took the three steps to the edge of the bed and put her down on her back, hands swiftly went to the button and fly of her jeans, and in one quick motion, Wyatt had unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled her jeans off. The swiftness by which he moved turned them inside out, quickly thereafter Wyatt threw them across the room landing where ever. Wyatt quickly got to his knees, spying her thong... The one he'd spotted the first time they met and knelt, moving it to the side with his mouth, his lips kissed their way beneath. Seeking out her clit the little miracle button that he hoped to grant Vivien a truely wonderful orgasm.

Wyatt looked up at Vivien, gave her a gentle smile, but his eyes told her differently, He WANTED her...

With one long delicious lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top, Wyatt started to drive her on that adventure.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien cooed as she felt his lips wrap around her nipples again. She could feel herself throbbing with each lick, with each tease. When he tossed her on the bed she giggled a little, feeling more relaxed than she had in ages, and watched him slip her jeans off.

Her pussy glistened with honey had had coaxed from her by playing with her nipples and as his tongue ran up and down her, she shivered until he found her clit. She cried out and her back arched up as the first jolt of pleasure shot through her. She did her best to remain still, but it was difficult given the expertise of his tongue.

She pulled his arms around her legs to keep her in place as she bucked against his lips. She couldn’t remember when she had had an orgasm that she didn’t give herself, and the experience was almost a new one.

“Oh Wyatt,” she moaned, panting as her hands went to her breasts, squeezing them as she started to fall over the edge. She cried out and covered her mouth, so as not to disturb Stephen next door. Her body then puddled back into the bed as she caught her breath.

“Oh my God…” She moaned softly as she basked in the electric jolts that still pulsed through her body, “I want to feel the rest of you,” she sighed softly.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt excitedly stretched his tongue across her clit, feeling her move his hands to hold her still was a complete turn on, and as he looked up from his position between her thighs he could see her massage her own breasts, The sight of it was one more step toward joining her on the bed, and as Viv reached her climax, Wyatt held her hips tight, excitedly licking her clit all the way through it.

When she started to come down from it, Wyatt sucked her sweetness from her labia, suckling each into his mouth until he'd consumed as much as he could. Knowing full well that Viv could be overly sensitive on her clit, Wyatt licked lightly, measuring just how much attention she could take, and when he heard Viv call to him needing him, Wyatt stood up at the foot of the bed, taking her tiny thong off her, hooking his thumbs in the string and pulling up extending her legs into the air. bringing the soft fabric of the thong close to his face he admired it, and thought to himself "this tiny thing... covered such an incredibly sweet pussy...." He brought it to his nose taking in a deep breath, It smelled just as it should, sweat, lust, and sex. A perfect scent for the moment. After one last deep inhale, of the scent of her thong, Wyatt slipped it in the front pocket of his jeans.

Now that Wyatt was standing, he easily stepped out of his jeans, shoving them across the floor. Quickly Wyatt reached down and pulled his boot socks off flinging them anywhere. Now standing in black boxer briefs, the full size of his cock outlined completely against the stretched fabric. God damn did he want her, he wanted her now more than ever...

Giving Viv a slight grin, he was about to hook his thumbs into his briefs and pull them down but he decided, against it. Instead, he moved right to the edge of the bed between her legs and curled a finger at Viv with a mischevious smile...

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv rolled over and crawled over towards Wyatt like a fear animal. Her ethereal eyes looked up at him as she ran the tip of her tongue over the outline of his cock through his boxers. She then sat back on her haunches and bit her bottom lip as she looked him.

“Well?” She asked referring to his curling finger. “What is it you wish of me?” She grinned.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt, leaned in, touched his nose to Vivien's and gave her a crooked smile... Her tongue had spiked him, he could feel his heart begin to race as he stood there in front of her.

In a low voice, just above a whisper, Wyatt spoke just before he stole a kiss from her.

"I think I'm a little over dressed."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Vivien stood up from the bed and walked around him like a panther stalking it’s prey. Her hands moved over the skin of his stomach as she walked and then to his back as she stood behind him. She then wrapped her arms around him so that her hands sensually slid down his chest, then to his stomach, and then to his waist.

Her hands then slid under the elastic of his underwear and slid them down his body. When she stood again, she placed small love bits on his back until she could look around him and grin.

“Well hello big boy,” She smiled at him and then moved her arm around him. She began to stroke him with her silky soft hand a she kissed his back. “Do you like this?” She purred.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt was speechless, Viv's touch was like she was touching him with pure energy, and it lit his senses on fire, as well as sent his cock throbbing. When her hands reached the waistband of his boxer briefs he lightly groaned, just a bit and internally he begged Viv to touch him.

When her warm hand touched his cock, his Wyatt let a deep sigh followed by a moan of need and desire escaped his lips.

“Do you like this?”

In response, Wyatt nodded his head, raised his arms and put his hands on his head, threading his fingers together.

He relished her touch, and looked forward to what she'd do next.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Just as Viv started to move around Wyatt’s delicious body when a knock came at the door that lead to Stephen’s room. She paused for a moment and waited for a second knock to make sure she had heard it properly. She looked up at Wyatt briefly before walking to the door without thought to her nudity, besides, it was nothing Stephen hadn’t seen before.

She cracked the door open to see Stephen standing there with his cell phone looking nervous.

“He called. He knows where we are,” he started, sounding embarrassed, “I didn’t think he would track my cell phone…” he said softly, a mixture of tiredness and emotional exhaustion.

“Ok sweetie, get ready to go, I’ll be ready in a flash,” She told him and then looked at Wyatt apologetically as she shut the door softly behind Stephen.

“I’m sorry to have to stop right now,” she told him and meant it, “but we’ve got to go,” she said with regret. She was curious about Wyatt and it had been years since she had been with anyone because she actually wanted to be.

She moved around the room and found her clothes slipping them on and then pausing in front of Wyatt.

“Would you like me to…do something for you?” She asked, feeling bad about leaving him hanging. Part of her wanted to drop to her knees to service him, but it would be mechanical and goal driven when all she wanted to do was savor the first taste of him.

 

[CoSurvivor]

The moment the door tweaked, Wyatt's senses jumped. Was he jittery? Could he not sleep? Wyatt heard their exchange and started moving on his own, getting his boxers back on, retrieving his clothes just as quickly as Viv moved. When she asked if she could 'do' anything for him, he shook his head.

"Survival first, sex last... maybe a quickie in the desert while the kid is asleep? You know the hood of the Firebird is quite long.."

Wyatt half expected Viv to haul off and smack him one, but under the circumstances and the wry smile he had on his face, he figured she'd give him a pass. In the heat of the moment as he watched Viv get her clothes back on he did give her a knowing pat on the ass when he reached for his boots.

"Remember, road trip... we're all in this together."

Wyatt then followed Viv, and Stephen approached him with the pistol in hand, offering it back to Wyatt, he waved him off. "Keep that, they won't expect you to be armed, and we might just need that surprise."

Retrieving the shotgun and the rest of their stuff from Stephen's room Wyatt, walked back into the bathroom, nudged open the back window and looked out and around, it was just as he suspected, deserted. At first he tried to be kind to the window, leave the whole thing in place, but instead, he used the butt end of the shotgun and hit the edges of the window pane. the frame came loose, which Wyatt tossed into the tub. Leaning further out he took a peek and still didn't see anyone. As quick as he could, Wyatt tumbled out the back window and hit the dirt. It smelled old.. that kind of smell that you get visiting someplace that had fallen apart, and as the heat of the desert hit him in the face, Wyatt headed for the edge of the building, peeking around the corner. Knowing that Viv and Stephen would be quick to follow after him, he surveyed parking lot.

The Firebird was just where he'd left her hidden behind two dumpsters, out of sight from the main entrance. But what he did see alarmed him, two black SUV's exhaust fumes coming from their tailpipes.

They had to get going...

 

[scarlettnuit]

She smiled at his jest, taking his hand and squeezing it a moment. He was a good man, what he saw in her she didn’t know, but she knew she would enjoy his company until the inevitable day when he would realize that being around her was a mistake, and she was nothing more than a common whore.

As soon as Stephen was ready, they moved towards the bathroom in his room. He unceremoniously dropped his cell phone into the toilet and then followed Viv out of the small bathroom window. She was thankful that the car had been carefully hidden, especially given that company had arrived.

She looked around to see what their assets were and there weren’t many. There was an old looking road that seemed to parallel the highway they had been taking, but the asphalt was rough at best and she worried that they might kick up dust if they tried it. However, she wasn’t sure that they had many options.

She crept over to where Wyatt was and surveyed the situation. “I think if we take that road back there, we might be able to sneak out. However, I don’t know that they’ll be able to ignore the sound of the car turning over,” She said, desperately trying to escape a shootout. “I’ve got Stephen in the car, if you shoot out their tires, I’ll swing around in the car, pick you up and then you can pick off any remainders.”

She gave him one hard, passionate kiss, and then went to the car. The minute she turned over the engine, the men got out of their SUVs, guns pointed. She waited for the sound of their tires being shot out and then pulled around with the car door open for Wyatt to jump in.

“Get down!” she yelled at Stephen as she sped through the parking lot. As they passed the SUV’s she threw one of the grenades at the cars and then sped away like the devil.

She had barely gotten down the road before there was a loud BOOM and while they were far enough away not to get hurt, the flash of heat roiled across their skin. Vivien shifted the gears and pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

She wanted to remain strong, she wanted to know exactly what to do and know that there was an end in sight, but she didn’t know any of these things. All the violence and sorrow were starting to weigh on her and, as much as she hated revealing her fear, she felt her body shutter. Her hand went to her mouth to cover it as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“They won’t stop until we’re dead…” she said in a calm voice that was in contrast to her emotional state.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Viv's kiss was like liquid fire... it burned hotter than the sun, and when she broke it, all he wanted to do was pull her back and get consumed in the inferno. Alas.. he watched her black jean clad ass sneak across the parking lot to where their ride was hidden. Wyatt delayed no longer.

As Wyatt made his way past a few parked cars which either belonged to the night manager or a few down on their luck tenants, he threaded the silencer on the barrel of the VP9. With practiced aim and plenty of time, Wyatt aimed for a number of their tires. Seeing the punctures, he knew his shots were a success.

When Viv fired up the beast He watched as the back doors of the vehicles opened up, None of the men were Chamberlin, but that didn't mean he hadn't gone inside. From a hidden position, he fired off two shots from the shotgun he'd brought with him. The shots rang out, hitting two of the men as he raced to the car, piling in, just as she sped next to him.

As Viv lobbed one of the grenades at the SUV's Wyatt kept the shotgun trained on them firing off a few additional shots to keep them pinned down. The fireball consumed both vehicles. They weren't safe, not by a long shot.

As Viv drove on, he could hear her murmur, something and see tears streaking her cheeks. Silently, he put his hand over hers and lightly squeezed, then turned his attention to Viv and Stephen. "Everybody ok? Nobody caught something that doesn't belong to them?"

A nervous voice came back "I'm fine..." Still, Wyatt grabbed the small flashlight he'd had in the console and clicked it on, thankfully the batteries still worked.

"Yea.. not a scratch on you." Turning he grabbed the rifle from where he'd put it behind Viv's seat, he'd placed it there when they'd hidden the car. Checking the mag, he rested it next to his leg and the door.

"Viv... you ok?" Wyatt was pretty sure he'd covered them enough to prevent a shot from getting off at the car, but that doesn't mean a stray bullet couldn't have hit Viv..

They drove... for what seemed like an eternity. Viv drove, Stephen and Wyatt slept, but sometime mid-morning, he woke, looked over at Viv and noticed how tired she looked. The road was deserted, a two-lane road that hadn't been maintained, repaved or probably acknowledged by the Nevada Highway Department of Transportation that it actually existed. "Pull over Viv...you need to rest..my turn to drive.."

When she actually did pull over Wyatt came around first to the driver's side, helped her out, took her hand and just held her in his arms... "Take it easy Viv..." Getting her over to the passenger side Wyatt helped buckle her in and closed the passenger side door Wyatt took the opportunity to give the old girl a good once over. Sure enough, she'd made it out unscathed.

Once they were back on the road, Wyatt decided Viv was right, the only way this was going to end with either the three of them dead or Steph's father. There was no other way. There were many miles to cover and zero distractions save for a few tumbleweeds. Plenty of time to plot, plenty of time to stew up a good revenge.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Viv was relieved when Wyatt finally took over driving. For the first time in her life all she wanted to do was curl up in someone’s lap and be protected. She wanted to sleep and was exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come. After several hours of Wyatt driving, she spotted an abandoned house and urged him to drive over to it.

When they stopped they got out and looked around. It looked like it was some kind of vacation home for an artist, the colors splashed around on the inside were fun and there was a studio off to one side. She flicked a light switch and was delighted to find that the electricity worked. She flicked on the air conditioning and got Stephen into bed. He looked even worse that she did.

Luckily there was a garage to hide the car in and when Wyatt came in, she rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him close. The feeling of his heart beating, knowing he was ok, made her heart ache, despite how tired she was. She then slid down his body and ran her hand through his hair as she looked over his handsome features.

“I owe you so much Wyatt,” she began, blaming her tired state for her emotions, as her hands moved over his arms, “I need you,” she whispered, unable to look him in the eyes.

 

[CoSurvivor]

The house was without a doubt someone's 'art' project. although not his taste specifcally, he wasnt't apalled by the decore in the place. Hell, he was sure some would find his picture of dogs playing cards around a poker table up on the wall of his kitchen/dinning room to be in poor taste. He didn't much care. Rarely did he have visitors, So, why should he be so critical of how someone decorates their own private home. It didn't look like it had been used in a while, but a healthy layer of dust on the counters, but over all the place was in good repair.

While Viv busied herself with getting Stephen settled, he took a moment to get the Firebird hidden away, He covered the only window into the garage, and then closed it up, making sure to bring in the rifle cases from the trunk just in the case that they were followed out here. He didn't want to leave the stuff out there. His heightened sense of paranoia was taking a deep hold, They'd tried to kill them twice now, Well who was he to keep track.

As Wyatt set down the rifle cases against an interior wall, Viv crashed into him, In his tired state he nearly fell over, taking her with him to the floor. Steadying himself, he heard her words, brushed her hair from her face and held her close, at first, he said nothing, but when she whispered... She struck a match, starting a forest fire in his soul.

Picking her up quickly, his hands going under her ass he grasped her, whispering into her ear as he walked further into the house, down a long hallway and into another bedroom. Kissing her hard, pouring his need for into it, he broke the kiss and buried his face in her shoulder whispering into her ear.

"I need you too...I can't breathe without you..."

 

[scarlettnuit]

She gasped as he reacted to her words, his passion matching her own. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up, kissing him back with equal fervor as her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer.

When they stumbled into the bedroom she was pulling at his t-shirt, stopping her kiss only long enough to pull it over his head and throw it on the floor followed by her own. She kissed him again, her hands going behind her back and removing her bra. She tossed it and stood up only long enough to pull him down on the bed on top of her, her legs going back around his waist as she ground herself against him.

She moaned at the feeling of his warm flesh against her breasts, she had longed for this and after so much stress and trauma, it felt good to connect with him and forget how terrible the world was for a little while.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Wyatt gathered Viv in his arms, the body heat generated between the two of them reduced him to a sweating beast of pent up desire and need. When Viv moaned, he strived to make her moan louder when she cooed, he strived to make her coo again. His looked down between them and found the button to her jeans, and in one fluid motion he unbuttoned them grasped the waistband and pulled down her legs, taking the tiny thong she was wearing underneath right along with them Whipping her jeans across the room he leaned back, unbuttoned his own and thrust them down his legs, taking his boxers down as well.

Free of the confines of his boxers, his fully erect cock pointed at Viv, the enlarged head of his cock pointed at her as if some erotic weapon he was going to stab her with. NO... he had no intention of being so rough, not their first time... but it couldn't be helped.. he wanted her so badly he could hardly think... But he desired her hands on him, NEEDED her to guide him into her wetness. So he teased... slowly moving his hips, the tip of his cock spreading her folds, touching her outer labia and threatening to push in... He leaned in took her right hand in his and desperately put her hand on him.

An animal groan escaped his lips the moment her hand touched him. If his desire for her could be defined by a simple burning flame, it now became a full force inferno. Winds of desire and lust stoked his flames.

"My god I want you, Vivien...."