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It wasn't so bad? Come on, it's okay to admit you had fun. I saw you talking to the guys.

[She nudges him in the side with an elbow as she pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road. Her friends could be a handful, especially the male ones when she brings a date to any of these shindigs, but nobody lost their tempers and nobody left with a broken nose. Seemed like a success all around.]

What did you talk about?

Oh, I dunno, y'know... guy stuff? Sports?

[Truthfully, he's pretty sure most of her friends are a lot smarter than he is, so he'd done a lot of listening. And nodding. But there'd been alcohol, and decent food, so it hadn't been a waste of his time.]

[Intelligence isn't a quality she goes for when choosing her friends. She just looks for whether they are good hearted people. If some of them are smart, so be it. Some of them might have a pillowcase full of doorknobs for brains. It makes no difference to her. In any case, Angela's confident none of them judged Jimmy on his IQ score.]

Guy stuff. I see. So sports, beer, and chicks. And farting too.

Right. And guns, of course.

[That's actually probably true, at least when it comes to him. That's a topic he can discuss for awhile. His hand slides onto her knee casually.]

[The rise of her eyebrow is more to the conversation topic than about his ambling hand. That isn't something she likes hearing him or her friends talk about.]

Guns? They didn't threaten to shoot you, did they?

No, can't say I got threatened. What, do they normally threaten people?

[His fingers are just tracing little nonsense patterns onto her thigh now, just for the sake of touching her skin.]

Sometimes. [A beat.] Depends. On whether they think you're a risk to my emotional safety.

[She turns her head slightly towards him, eyes still on the road, smile playing on her lips. Angela can't say she's in love with Jimmy, but she can say she cares about him. Her friends might think differently because they assume they know her.]

I don't think you are, though.

Me? I'm harmless.

[Not really, but he doesn't go out of his way to risk anyone's emotional safety except maybe his own. His fingers move up her thigh a little, still casually, mostly just enjoying the contact between them.]

[The higher he goes, the more her muscles jump under his fingertips. It tickles just a bit, but she doesn't quite pull away from him.]

I don't think that hand is as harmless as the rest of you.

You're probably right about that.

[He leans a little closer, not so he can kiss her on the lips-- that'd be dangerous, since she's supposed to be watching the road and all -- but so that he can brush her hair aside and kiss her on the neck.]

[Like that stops her from turning her head to meet his mouth anyway. She just misses them and she moans a little, first from disappointment and then from the sensation of soft lips on sensitive skin.]

Payback. This is what this is, isn't it?

I guess you could probably put it that way.

[He's not pulling away from her neck as he talks, so it comes out as a mumble more than anything. That's probably because he's preoccupied with pressing a couple more kisses to her neck, and then some gentle bites, his fingers still stroking her thigh.]

[She can't make out what he replies with, but she suspect it's something smartassed as usual. Angela's not going to bother asking him to repeat himself since it's not truly important and it would require him to stop what he's doing to her neck. That's not happening. What is though is her spreading her thighs apart, giving him more room to play with if he wishes and damn does she hope he wishes, even if being in the literal driver's seat this time is difficult.]

[Of course he's going to take that opportunity when she spreads her thighs apart. He'd be stupid not to. His hand slides up her inner thigh, and then moves between her legs, just barely grazing over her underwear, not really touching so much as teasing. Hell, she'd tormented him plenty when he'd been driving.]

Jimmy...

[She intended for that to come out threatening, but it comes out shakily breathy. It really doesn't help that a car passes them on the opposite side of the road and Angela can see the driver's eyes widen. Fuck if she cares, really. There's at least ten more miles before a decent rest stop and she doesn't think she has it in her to tell Jimmy to wait until then.]

[He breaks contact with her neck to grin at her.]

I can stop, if you want. Wouldn't wanna endanger us, y'know.

[It's hard to find exactly the right angle to tease her like this, but he's not going to give up, turning a little in his seat so that he can reach better. This time, his fingers apply slightly more pressure, though he's still just rubbing through her underwear.]

Stop and I will drive us straight into a tree.

[She'd probably do it too from sheer frustration from having her tricks pulled on her, only for it to be cut short. Just beginning to get wet from the teasing she hates so much and he stops? That's a valid reason for murder in her eyes.

She sighs happily when he starts up again, biting her lip as her grip on the steering wheel tightens and she shifts around in her seat, trying to gain more friction against his fingers.]

[A definite chance of being driven into a tree if he stops versus the possibility that they'll drive into a tree if he keeps going? It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he should obviously keep going, to reduce the risk of harm to the both of them.

He can provide more friction, but he's still not tugging her underwear down or aside yet. As far as he's concerned, she deserves to be tormented just as badly as he was only hours before. His lips return to her neck, and then to her ear, nibbling slightly.]

[Was she this bad to him? Probably so and she just didn't notice. She never does until it's done to her and her toes are curling with anticipation and need and damn him for making her swerve a little off to the side when he presses a little harder into her. It's still not enough.]

Jesus, Jimmy, fuck.

[She's tempted to pull over right now, but is that cheating? He didn't say anything about her having to keep driving...]

[He laughs a little as she swerves, although really, he probably shouldn't be laughing at anything that could endanger them. Then again, he's always had a strange attitude towards danger, so he's not intending to stop.]

What? Somethin' wrong?

[He can't get her underwear off entirely, not without some gymnastics, but he can pull them aside slightly to let his fingers find their way to her bare skin instead, rubbing gently, knowing damn well it's probably not enough friction for her taste.]

You. You're what's wrong. Teasing me. Why?

[The words spill out of her mouth, fast and breathless as she leans forward onto the wheel both to force her eyes onto the road and the rest of her body into his touch. Angela wants to beat her head against the dashboard for starting something that's difficult for her to finish. Maybe now she'll learn her lesson.

She curses again when he finally--thank god--touches her properly. It's really not enough, but it's better what he was giving her before.]

Gonna pull over. [Easier said than done, though. Find a decent place, hidden enough where they won't be caught, to pull over isn't in sight.]

It seemed fair, y'know?

[She's welcome to try to find a place to pull over, but he's not going to stop touching her while she looks. Sure, it might be a little difficult, when she's this distracted, but he likes her reactions, and who could really blame him? His fingers keep up their lazy pace, and his eyes are on her, not on the road, not all helping her find a place to pull over.]

I didn't do this to you.

[Is she whining? Yes, but it's that needy little whine he's probably more than familiar with, the kind that says she wants more without her actually saying the words. Talking is hard enough when she has to drive while doing it. Three things at once is damn near impossible.]

Please...

Well, as long as you're askin' nicely...

[Hearing her say 'please' like that gives him a rush, he has to admit. That's why he's willing to speed up his pace a little, to increase the pressure, to give her the friction she's looking for.]

[For a second, her eyes flutter shut and the car swerves again. If they get home in one piece, it'll be a miracle. At this point, it's another thing Angela doesn't care about as long as he keeps that pace up. Her body shudders and she let goes of a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She's slick against his hand, hips canting up instinctively towards the warm skin of his fingertips and if she doesn't find a shoulder to pull onto, she's going to be the one losing her mind today.]

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