{Rekoj and Lovely}

[lovely decay]

A slender form lay back against the soft green grass, gaze turned upwards towards the sky. Her left hand was draped across her stomach, her right propped up on the ground by her elbow, a small white joint between her index finger and thumb. It was a quiet, breezy day, the weather was perfect. "Mmm," she mumbled, eyes closed as the sun warmed her pale skin.

Lucille, or Lucy as she preferred to be called, was quite content where she lay. The days were growing shorter, and the news was becoming worse and worse as each day passed by. The war was taking so many people away from home, and practically destroying families, and Lucy was not blind to this. She knew she would never be called to fight, but the person who was just inches away from her could be called away at any time. This devastated her, just thinking about it, and the thought had her sitting up abruptly.

Slowly, she pushed the joint against her lips, inhaled deeply and held it out for him to take. Once he took it, she exhaled slowly, her eyes slowly opening. Dark brown hues stared down the slightly slope of green in front of her, her long legs drawing up towards her chest. Lucy went still, her head turning to the right to face the radio that sat between the both of them. The familiar sound of The Beatles played from the speakers, and Lucy fought back a smile. If there was anything to calm her down, it was a nice joint and John Lennon's voice.

Propping her chin on her knees, she let out a sight as her right hand reached forward to alter the station, she was searching for some kind of news cast. She wasn't one to wear a watch, so she wasn't too sure as to what time it was anyways. Maybe it was too early.

"Don't forget to pass it back," she teased, her other hand reaching upwards to tuck a stray red hair behind her ear. Lucy's hair was waist length, and as red as red could be. She'd never dyed it, nor cut it since she'd grown it to this length. Currently it was braided back in a long, single braid, tied at the end with a brown ribbon that matched her pants. She wore no shoes, or socks, just barefeet. They weren't too far from her house, and the field they sat in was nothing but soft grass. Her torso was covered with a bright yellow tank top, exposing her freckle covered, pale white skin. When standing, Lucy was just a little over five foot five, most of it all legs. Her body wasn't outrageously curvy, but she wasn't a little twig either. Her hips jutted out just a little bit, her chest in the same manner to balance her out. She was feminine, but not so much that she was a runway model sort of feminine. Her body structure was naturally bony, which was hard to believe considering how much she toked, and how much she ate after she toked.

Looking at up at the person who sat next to her from underneath light red blonde eyelashes, she flashed a smile. "Like I said, don't forget to share."

 

[Rekoj]

The music continued to blast through the stereo speaker, until she changed the station, seemingly in mid-song. This was met with a whine of distaste, as a head turned with a frown, met with a long, lanky arm and matching hand which took the marijuana cigarette from between her fingers. The white paper contrasted against the long chestnut hair, which covered the young man's head, all of the way down to the tops of his shoulders, with a matching full beard. It had filled out quite nicely, especially for somebody as young as he was, the chestnut hair shining in the sun as an exhale of white smoke escaped his lips. His free hand left the dirt that was propping him up, and went to scratch at the beard which covered his face from his cheeks, to his mustache, all of the way to his chin and about two-thirds of the way down his neck, which always seemed to itch him. His other hand brought the paper back to his lips so he could draw another long inhale.

It was amazing to believe that the skinny young man was a complete stoner, but it was true. The young Christopher Robinson seemingly couldn't get enough of the green bud that had been packed into the thin paper. His tye-dyed shirt almost disappeared into the sea of long green grass surrounding him and Lucy, but the rest of him stuck-out like a sore thumb. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting, light blue jeans that were cutoff around the knees. His wonderfully jade green eyes were hidden behind a round pair of purple shades, which were accented by a tye-dyed bandanna that he practically slept still wearing. He handed back the joint, as he marked, trying to ignore what she changed the station to, "I tell you, one day, those Beatles guys are going to be huge..."

However, he knew he wouldn't be able to change the topic for long. No matter what he did, or what he said, it always seemed to be on Lucy's mind. He admired her in the sunlight, but only for a moment as he felt the burning joint snatched from his fingers. He sighed, and looked to the radio, silently pleading with it, as if it could help save him from a punishment which he did not deserve. Christopher was a lover, not a fighter, but the radio held his fate in its hands-er... speakers. It may tell him he might not only need to fight, but he might need to go to war and kill for his country. What a joke- if he was to fight for his country, what was he doing halfway across the planet. He continued to just stare at the radio, his worried eyes luckily hidden behind the shades. He stared at it, trying to will it, as if it could hear his thoughts.

'Please... please.... say no.'

He looked up to Lucy, and asked a useless question, since he always got the same answer when he asked her it, "Do you know what time it is?"
However, he was soon cut short by a voice coming over the speakers, whatever news there was to come, it would come now. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and prayed the radio had heard his thoughts.

 

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Once Christopher extended the joint back in her direction, Lucy practically snatched it out of his fingers with a sly grin. Once again, she held it against her lips, inhaling deeply before pulling it away, her other hand tweaking the radio's knobs again. Static, static, some preacher, more static, and then - she'd found it. The news channel she'd been looking for, almost hoping the news station had blown up somehow. Well, now, that wasn't a very peaceful thought - but Lucy couldn't help herself. She despised the man who stood in front of the microphone and called out the birthdates of those who were being drafted. Why couldn't he just draft himself and see just how pointless this whole war was?

Chewing on her lower lip, she held the joint back out to Christopher, unable to take another hit. She was too worried about what the radio was about to say. Apparently they were just drawing numbers out of a hat, it seemed. Pointless, utterly ridiculous. It was nothing but a game of chance to the government. "Ugh!" She threw her right hand down towards the ground, palm facing downwards. It hit the ground and caused grass blades to flutter against her skin, raising the hair on her arms up slightly from the faint tickle from the blades. "This is ridiculous!"

Lucy lay back with a soft thud, one arm over her eyes, the other stretched out next to her as she toyed with grass blades, the radio crackling between them still. She was on edge, that much was apparent. The weed wasn't helping her stay calm. Every day, she felt like, she was clinging to the radio, praying it wouldn't call his number. "You know I don't know what time it is." She spoke, probably a little more sharply then she normally would have.

Lucy couldn't help it, Christopher was important to her. He always had been. From the time they were little, throwing mud at each other, all the way through their awkward middle school stages, and then making it through high school. Lucy didn't want to see him disappear, she was certain she wouldn't be able to cope with it. Though she'd gone on various dates throughout school, she'd always felt strongly about Christopher, she'd just never had it in her to speak up about it. She was too afraid to lose what they already had.

The man speaking over the radio began calling out a set of numbers, and Lucy felt her body go stiff. It took a few moments for the numbers to sink in, and once they did, she was upright, her cheeks bright red as she turned to stare at Christopher. "When's your birthday?" She knew exactly when his birthday was, Lucy wasn't one to forget something like that. But she was hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd heard the man wrong.

 

[Rekoj]

He took another hit upon the joint, quickly followed by another, and another. He was anxious, it had become a numbers game, and he wasn't ready to hear his called. He took one final desperate toke upon the joint, trying his damnedest to get as high as possible. Hopefully they would just skip his number, move forwards, and he could go on enjoying his life. He wasn't ready for war, he would never be, Christopher had never been a fighter. He'd negotiate his way out of any possible fight he would be involved in. Except one, halfway through middle school, some boy had insulted Lucy, and Christopher lost it. Lucy had been in tears from the insult, and the boy was in tears after what Christopher had done to him. The odd thing was, Chris had no recollection of the fight himself, he just remembered standing there with a bloodied nose after it.

Somehow he'd managed to make it through high school, his abilities with the English language getting him through and making up for the terrible academic scores he had with Math and the like. He'd made it through with a few odd dates, but looking over at the nervous Lucy he knew where his heart belonged. He had always cared for her, from the moment he first saw her, he had his schoolboy crush on her. But the crush turned to friendship, as they grew up together, riding bikes, going for swims, helping each other study, and in their teens when they discovered it- smoked a lot of weed. He'd always wanted more than to just be her friend, but he couldn't see why somebody so wonderful would like to be with him like that. He could never dare to lose Lucy, ever, even if meant being only her friend, he'd live with it, instead of risking for something more and losing her altogether.

He was interrupted on his trip down memory lane, by the numbers he didn't want to hear, "June 6th, 1947." He simply froze, as he basically went into shock, his brain trying to process what just happened. He answered Lucy's question in a blank state, staring out across the lake, "June Sixth... 47..." He didn't acknowledge her when he answered, he didn't look at her when he answered, and his voice had no trace of emotion when he answered. He sat there, completely blindsided by the news he should've expected. His brain finally caught up, and he choked a sob down in his throat, as he realized that he was off to war. He said in a soft voice, "I don't want to go to war..."

His arms somehow had found their way clenched around Lucy, he hadn't remembered hugging her, but he was now holding her tight. He was practically clutching to her, as if she was his safe anchor that he couldn't be dragged away from. He repeated those words, to himself, his head bowed and his eyes closed, shaking his head, his arms wrapped around her tight, "I'm not ready for war, I don't want to go to war, I can't go to war, I can't."

 

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A shudder ran down Lucy's spine as Christopher confirmed his birthdate with the date that had been called on the radio. The speaker was still rattling off numbers, but it was all static to Lucy. Everything was turning into static. She couldn't even focus her gaze on Christopher's face, and her mouth was slightly open as though she were trying to say something - but just couldn't find the words. Lucy's heart raced against her ribcage, her face now an ill looking white color as she realized what she was about to lose. Not him, why him? Of all the dates to have called, why that one date?

Lucy's hands curled into tight fists against the grass covered ground as Christopher wrapped her in a tight hug. Pressing her cheek against the top of his head, she felt the silent tears building up and slowly falling. "No," she whispered, trying not to sob as she unwound her fists from the blades of grass to wrap her arms around his neck tightly. Of all the people to take, why him? Lucy couldn't quit asking herself that question over and over again. Why did the government have to take him away?

"You can't go, I won't let you," she sobbed out, her voice cracking on each word. "I can't lose you to something this ridiculous." A shiver ran down her spine yet again as she closed her eyes, seeing the many horrible ways her stoned brain came up with that she could lose him while he was off at war. "I can't live without you here, Chris, I just can't," she mumbled against the top of his head as she clung to him.

 

[Rekoj]

Chris moved quickly through the many stages, shock and disbelief, denial, anger, depression and almost now on to acceptance. He couldn't waste his time crying, what very little, precious time he had. He was not ready for war, he knew it, but there was no way to avoid it. In the meantime, he'd simply have to be with the one that he cared for most. He couldn't bear to see her suffer, he sniffled as his hands idly ran through her hair. He closed his eyes and bowed his head against hers, face to face, forehead to forehead. He softly replied, with a simple, "You... you have to stay here without me. Lucy... if you can't live without me, who's going to take care of Dylan?"

Dylan, of course, was Chris's beloved chocolate Labrador, 7 and a half years old, Christopher had gotten him as his 12th birthday present. And he quickly named him after one of his favorite upcoming music artists- Bob Dylan. He'd grown up with Lucy and Christopher and been part of a many of their adventures. Chris held Lucy and began to rub up and down her back, trying to get her mind off of anything besides the war. He didn't want to think about it until he was there, every second was precious, and he couldn't spend any suffering.

 

[lovely decay]

Lucy's body went still and her tears stopped as Chris' forehead pressed against her own. Eyes wide as she stared into his own, she felt a giggle boiling against her throat. Lucy fought to hold it back, but due to her still stoned mind, she didn't win the fight.

Bursting into a fit of giggles, she fell backwards against the grass, sprawling out as her right arm clutched at her stomach. "How could I forget about Dylan?" Lucy's words were muddled with her giggles, which was slowly ebbing away. It felt good to just lay back and laugh, about something that would have otherwise never been considered funny to her had she not been high.

As her laughter disappeared completely, she brought herself up to her feet slowly, and stared down at the radio that was rambling about something else in the news now. "Fuck the war," she grumbled, and with a nudge of her bare foot, she knocked the radio onto it's backside with a thud. Bending forward, she switched the station, in hopes of finding a good song. Something other then pointless jabbering about America's current status in the war.

"Do we have any green left?" She asked as she sank back down into the grass, legs spread out in front of her as she reached behind her to pull the brown ribbon from the bottom of her braid and gave her head a shake. Slowly the long braid disappeared, and left Lucy's red hair falling over her shoulders and into her waist, brushing against the grass as she leaned back on her hands, brown gaze on Chris now.

 

[Rekoj]

Chris nodded and began to reach into his sack, pulling out another paper, though his mind was quickly distracted by something else. Out of the corner of his eye, through the purple sunglasses, he'd noticed it. And he couldn't help but look, Lucy was stoned, and had no idea of the view she was giving poor Chris right now. She was bent over only a few feet in front of him, and somehow, he couldn't help but stare.

Maybe it was the weed, maybe he was partially in shock, or maybe it was the testosterone. But he simply stared, as he started subconsciously rubbing the joint, packing the paper full to a ridiculous amount, spilling some weed onto his lap as the paper was simply covered in weed. His mind was elsewhere, as he continued to subconsciously pack the joint.

He was entranced, and yet he hadn't forgotten his duty, but more and more precious bud was being uselessly dropped onto the paper and quickly off onto his denim clad lap. He remained there, leaning back against the tree, as his mind remained wonderfully blank and he simply enjoyed, as her wonderful long hair dropped down her form.

 

[lovely decay]

Lucy glanced up, possibly at the wrong moment, to find Chris ... wasting weed? Staring at him from behind a thin sheet of red hair, she gave him a glare before she moved. Too quickly for someone who was stoned, which could explain the reason why she felt short two feet from her destination.

Lucy tripped over her own feet on her way to him, and ended up busting her butt when she fell. Giggling as she flushed a deep pink from the incident, she quickly regained her composure, and inched towards Chris.

"Are you distracted by the pretty grass so much that you're losing the weed in your lap?" Lucy teased, her mind reeling as she spoke. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, it didn't stop the odd sensation a person got when someone was staring at them, and given the mess he had in his lap right now - Lucy's thoughts were quickly confirmed.

 

[Rekoj]

Chris looked down and realized the pile he had amassed upon his jeans, and the even bigger busted pile on the paper still in his hand. He shook off some and it fell again onto his lap, the bits evident as Chris pointed towards the bag behind him by tilting his head towards it quickly. He started to roll up the paper, shaking his head into sense. He spoke in a confused, stoned manner, "I have to roll this, we need to smoke as much as we can tonight- could you sweep that pile into my stash bag? I can't move, or else it'll fall of into the dirt and grass. Come on, let's multitask here.."

He continued to roll as he spoke, actually getting somewhere this time. He licked the paper and began to turn it over upon itself, making sure to roll it well for both of them. He sat up tall, to give her access to the weed and the stash bag, hoping that a stray wind wouldn't come up soon. He looked into her wonderful eyes through his shades, and he smiled as he asked, "Hey, would you hurry up, we don't need a wind brushing away our weed."

 

[lovely decay]

Lucy stared down at his lap as he indicated the weed bag, and then spoke. Clearly she was supposed to sweep the fallen weed from his lap into the bag, and she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to do it or not. Honestly, she felt she was too clumsy, her hands were already shaky just from the thought of it.

Or maybe it was the fact that she would be so close to him. This issue had never risen in her thoughts before. They'd always been close, any other day this sort of a thing would be considered normal by her. Today, it felt different. Maybe because she knew he would be gone soon, off to the war, and this would be one of the last times she might be able to see him. So her feelings were spilling over, clouding her thoughts.

"Oh, right," she spoke softly, shaking her head to clear her thoughts the best she could as she moved forward. Balancing herself on her knees, she reached for the weed bag, and propped it open on the grass against his pants, her left hand balancing herself against his right thigh, her right hand carefully brushing the weed from his lap into the bag.

Odd as it was for her, Lucy felt strangely content with where her hands were. Maybe it was her stoned state of mind, but it felt right. After the last little tidbits of weed were back in the bag, she leaned back and closed the baggy up and leaned forward again to place it back with Chris' things to the side of him. In doing so, she was practically in his lap, her upper body pressed against his for a few moments before she pulled away, re situating herself so that she was sitting cross-legged in front of him, knees to knees. "Let's light it, yes?" Lucy spoke as calmly as she could, nervousness coating her words.

 

[Rekoj]

He knew she'd wonder whether he had a pen in his pocket, he couldn't help it, her hands felt so in place where they'd been. He had luckily quickly finished rolling up the marijuana, as he was ready to smoke it with her. She sat close to him, which he loved, as he sat up a bit more. As he sat up, his glasses shifted down upon his nose, so he could look her, eyes to eyes. His hand absent mindedly began to light up the joint between his lips, which happened quickly but he found himself leaning towards her.

He inhaled as he noticed she had quickly gotten a lot bigger in his eyes. But he just inhaled and continued to stare into hers, as he couldn't help but feel as if they were telling each other thousands of things- without speaking any words. He was telling her how much he'd always cared for her, while she was telling him the one time she had walked in on him changing wasn't an accident. He continued to stare as more things were shared silently, as he leaned closer and found his lips finding hers. His lips met hers as the smoke exhaled from his lungs, his eyes finally closing as his free arm was soon around her. The other holding the doobie out away from them, as to not burn them, while his hand trailed all of the way up her back, over her shoulder, under her neck. He held her chin in place as to be able to lean into the kiss more.

 

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Rarely was Lucy able to see Chris' eyes, his real eyes, not the one's tinted an off-color from his sunglasses. Reveling in this moment, she stared, not blinking as he took the first hit. She did not hold her hand out expectantly for the joint, instead she watched him, steadily moving towards her. As she grew larger in his gaze, he grew larger in her own, and in that instant, it was as though their minds were linked.

"One mind," she whispered, to herself mostly as the unspoken secrets were shared. As his lips pressed against her's, she felt the warmth of the smoke, and parted her own lips as she inhaled deeply, her body bending against his touch as his hand trailed up her back. Arching with each movement of his, she did not pull from the kiss. Instead she pressed into it, holding what little smoke she'd stolen from his exhale in her lungs.

Unconsciously, her hands reached forward, grasping his shirt tightly with her fingers, pulling herself up onto her knees as she tried to press herself against him completely. Just as she was about to topple forwards into his lap, she pulled away, though still holding onto his shirt tightly.

With a slight cough, the smoke she'd inhaled escaped between her lips, her mind reeling from the intensified high she'd just experienced. It was not a drug-related high, well, mostly. But it was a high that could have easily been achieved without the weed. A high she wanted to experience again, however, they couldn't just waste the doobie.

"Pass it," she spoke, moving forward again, her hands supporting her as she placed them on his thighs, her body arching upwards towards him, her chest inches from his own.

 

[Rekoj]

He was just fine with leaning back down in the grass, Lucy up above him. The conversation between their eyes continued, as he handed her the joint, leaning up as he did. He took advantage of being leaned up, as his now freed fingers began to work at the straps upon her tank top, lifting them upwards. Every movement he made was automatic, it was as if he'd done it a thousand times before- and he had, but only in his dreams. He questioned the reality of the moment, as the high sank in, and he wondered when he'd wake up. But as he continued to lift up her shirt, (making sure to time it well with her taking a hit, he didn't want to suffocate her), he realized that it was wonderfully real. He yanked her tank top up off over her head, having to spend some extra time to make sure it got past her hair.

He was very gentle with her, but still had a firm grip, as he laid back down upon the grass. He stared up at her now bare chest, as he started to shake out of his own shirt. The summer heat bore down upon them, and suddenly clothes just didn't seem like a good idea at all. They were definitely not the best part of the moment, as he tossed his shirt over his head. He sat up and and for once in his life- pulled his glasses off and put them to the side. His eyes needed to be staring in hers, as he continued to shuffle his way up he snatched the doobie from her. He then replaced it with his lips, as he was returning to the favour to her, kissing her hard and pushing her back upon the grass. For once, he actually spoke, in a surprisingly hoarse voice- he pointed to her jeans and stated, "Work with me here." He indicated his hands were busy as one hit the grass beside her shoulder, so he could lay above her, the other brought the wonderful bud back up to his lips to inhale another hit.

 

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Lucy took the joint between her finger and thumb, placing it between her lips as she took in a deep hit. Her eyes closed naturally as she took the hit, and too her surprise, she felt her shirt being lifted from her torso. She did not open her eyes, nor did she complain. Instead she raised her free hand into the air to help him ease the shirt off of her around the joint in her hand.

Slowly, the smoke passed from her lips with an exhale, and she reopened her eyes to find that she was lying against the grass, his shirt gone. As well as his glasses. The grass was warm against her skin, a smile upon her face as she stole another quick hit from the joint just before he snatched it away, and replaced the doobie with his lips. In the moment of surprise, she exhaled against his lips, her body moving away from the grass to press closer to him.

As he pressed her back into a lying position in the grass, she looked up, a giggle escaping her as she realized what he was asking her. "You should just leave the weed with me, then you'd have free hands," she teased playfully, her hands moving to undo her pants and her hips squirmed as she pushed them down her legs partially. Lucy wasn't about to do all the work.

 

[Rekoj]

He whined when she suggested he trust her with the weed, "But... but why couldn't you just do me that one little favour?" He took his final hit upon the joint, which was soon going to be nothing but a roach. He then handed it over to her hand, making sure she had a good hold before starting to kiss at her cheek. He continued to kiss down her cheek to her jawline, his now free hands dropping and feeling her chest. Normally, when the high hit him, he had the munchies; but today, he had a craving of an entirely different kind.

He was going to tease her, he was going to taunt her, and make her want him so bad it was painful. It was their first time together, and somewhere in the back of his mind he also realized it very well might be their last. He was going to make her mad at him for not giving what she so badly wanted to her. His free hands continued to feel at her breasts as he started to kiss down from her cheek down her jawline. He kissed down her jawline, as he moved his lips down her neck. As he was moving down, kissing her neck, he moved his entire body and hands down. His hands rested at the hem of her pants, which he yanked down.

His lips were at the tops of her breasts now, as he was kissing anywhere he pleased, his hands began to trail up her legs. His fingers grazed her legs as he ran his hand up to her knee, finally up to her thighs. He ran it up and down her inner thigh, his lips were now upon her nipples, kissing at them. His one hand remained stroking up and down her thigh, while his free hand was now roaming at the breast his lips were not upon.

 

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As he was taking his final hit, Lucy stuck her tongue out like a child, a giggle escaping her as she did so. She pinched the joint between her fingers, pushing it against her lips as he kissed her cheek. Inhaling deeply, she pulled her hand away from her face as she fought to keep the smoke in her lungs. Chris was making it rather difficult, the feeling of his kisses against her jaw-line sending shivers down her spine.

The instant his hands grasped at her chest, Lucy let out a gasp, the smoke trailing out between her lips thickly. At the same time, her eyes rolled closed with a content sigh. His tough was soft, but not so soft it didn't feel like a male's. It was just right, and each touch was intensified by her high. As his lips pressed against her neck, she turned her head to give him better access, the hand not holding the joint grasping at the grass with a sigh.

Just as he yanked her pants down, she pressed what little bit of the weed that was left against her lips, inhaling as much as she possibly could. Flicking the bitty roach to the side, she lowered her hand as she searched for something. Curling her fingers into his hair, she arched her back as his fingers traced along her legs, his lips upon her nipples. Exhaling with a soft moan, she gripped his hair tighter, her other hand reaching up to grasp at his hair as well. "Chris," she whined, her voice soft, but needy. Giving his head a tug, she reopened her eyes to the sunlight, peering down her own body as she tried to focus on what she could see of his form.

 

[Rekoj]

Chris smiled as he heard her whine, he let his fingers remain upon her chest. He pulled his kisses away from her chest, his hand trailing from her knee up her once more. He dared to run it between her legs before bringing it up her stomach, up her chest to under her chin. He brought his face to hers and smiled, it was not a sweet smile, but a mischievous one.

He started, the smile turning into a grin, as he made his way up to his knees, "Mmmm... what?" he mock-answered her, matching the same sound of her whine. He looked down and said, "You know, I might need a little help getting these jeans off.." He leaned back a bit, and set his legs out straight, making it easier for her. He sat back and just smiled, giving her a little redemption.

 

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A pout crossed her face as he moved towards her, his smile sending a shiver down her spine. He was being a little devil, and for some reason the thought of that drove Lucy mad with wants and needs.

"Might?" A coy grin flashed across her face as she pulled herself upwards, her hands moving to the top of his jeans, pale fingers soon fumbling with the button and zipper. It was hard to function correctly high, and turned on. But Lucy was able to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped after a lot of fumbling around, and was now working at shifting them down his thighs.

Reaching upwards, she pressed her hands into his hipbones, shifting her body so that she was over him, her forehead against his own. "I can tease you just as easily," she cooed playfully, the coy grin back upon her face as she kissed his nose, then his cheek, tracing his jawline with her lips before attaching herself to his neck with a soft nibble. All the while, her thumbs pressed against his hipbones, her body arched forward towards his hungrily.

 

[Rekoj]

Okay, maybe there was an Achilles heel to his plan- she was right. She could tease him, and she was good at it. He laid there, a lump in the only article of clothing he had left- his boxers. He gasped for a bit of air before his arms wrapped around her back and he dropped down, swinging both of them to the side to roll them over. Soon enough, he was on top of her, chest to chest, his palms upon the soft grass beside her shoulders. His length was pressing against her thigh, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to control his lust for long.

So he took advantage of every second of what he had, and he kissed her lips, passionately, his tongue pressing against her lips quickly. He ran it across the seam of her lips, asking, begging for her tongue to come out and play. His hand went down her side, and ran over her stomach before it ran between her legs. Where he began to rub, up and down, against her flesh.

Beads of sweat began to appear across her forehead as even the last bit of fabric upon his body made him feel overheated. His skin longed to feel hers, as his chest was still pressed against hers. His hand wanted to drop him out of his boxer shorts, but he couldn't stop rubbing his palm against her womanhood. He ran it up and down her slit, growing harder by the moment as he couldn't wait to finally take her.