[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[This is undoubtedly, indisputably, 100% completely dangerous, but from the way he doesn't break his rhythm or slow his pace at all -- how could he, with her tilting her hips towards him like that? -- he doesn't really care. He's pretty sure that they'll survive, even if she doesn't find a place to pull over. He'd survived her essentially doing the same, after all. He bites at her neck again, not too hard, but hard enough.]
[They're both a couple of horny idiots who really shouldn't be in a moving machine weighing a ton or two. The road's not as empty as it was earlier either. It's only a matter of time before another driver calls the cops on them thinking she's a drunk driver and they'll have to explain that no, it's not alcohol, just him copping a feel and her not exactly stopping him from doing it.
Luckily for all on the road, there's a turnoff into the woods just a few feet ahead and Angela cuts the corner into it with a speed that just shouldn't be done in the little hatchback of hers. Once they're far enough from the road, she rushes the car into park and throws her head back, moaning and cursing loudly like she's been holding it for days.]
[Nobody should ever give Jimmy the opportunity to control a moving machine weighing a couple tons; he's just too damn impulsive to avoid doing things like this.
There's a part of him that's kinda disappointed when she pulls over -- he'd been enjoying driving her crazy as she'd been driving the car -- but on the other hand, it gives him the chance to take off his damn seatbelt and shift around in his seat so that he can get a better angle for touching her. There's obviously amusement on his face as he finally finds the right angle for giving the proper amount of pressure and friction to his stroking and rubbing.]
[Now she can fully close her eyes and concentrate on the sensation of him rubbing against her clit, that swollen nub of flesh wet with her juices and the movement of her hips still moving up against him. And with her hands free, she can pull him towards her mouth by his hair and kiss him, deeply and maybe a little sloppily, with a needy nature that's all his fault.]
[He kisses back, letting the kiss be as deep and sloppy as she wants, leaning into her a little. There's a smile on his face, even as he's kissing her, and he can't help chuckling a little as she moves her hips against him, not because it's funny, really, but because it's so damn good to feel her like that, aroused and needy, driven crazy just because of the way he's using his hands.]
[She doesn't think she tells him enough how skilled his hands are. Sure, she compliments his lips and eyes and hair, but his hands are something magical sometimes. Angela will have to remember to pump up his ego after this.
The laughing at a time like this confuses her, though, so she pulls away a bit, not enough that his hand moves from between her legs but just enough that she can speak.]
[It's hard to come up with exactly the right word. "Sexy" is definitely true, but it doesn't really sum it up. Besides, he's a little distracted, trying to concentrate on the best way to make her squirm and moan.]
[From all his teasing, naturally. And why is she still wearing her seatbelt? It's impeding her movement and Jesus Christ, she could probably get off so much faster if she got rid of it.]
[Oh, go to hell, Jimmy. The only good thing about him moving away is that she gets the chance to unbuckle her seatbelt and scramble over into his lap, pulling the lever to recline the car seat.]
Remember what I said about the tree? Just because I'm not driving right now doesn't mean I stopped meaning it.
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Payback. This is what this is, isn't it?
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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...]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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...
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[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.]
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Luckily for all on the road, there's a turnoff into the woods just a few feet ahead and Angela cuts the corner into it with a speed that just shouldn't be done in the little hatchback of hers. Once they're far enough from the road, she rushes the car into park and throws her head back, moaning and cursing loudly like she's been holding it for days.]
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There's a part of him that's kinda disappointed when she pulls over -- he'd been enjoying driving her crazy as she'd been driving the car -- but on the other hand, it gives him the chance to take off his damn seatbelt and shift around in his seat so that he can get a better angle for touching her. There's obviously amusement on his face as he finally finds the right angle for giving the proper amount of pressure and friction to his stroking and rubbing.]
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The laughing at a time like this confuses her, though, so she pulls away a bit, not enough that his hand moves from between her legs but just enough that she can speak.]
What's so funny?
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[It's hard to come up with exactly the right word. "Sexy" is definitely true, but it doesn't really sum it up. Besides, he's a little distracted, trying to concentrate on the best way to make her squirm and moan.]
I just like seein' you like this, is all.
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[From all his teasing, naturally. And why is she still wearing her seatbelt? It's impeding her movement and Jesus Christ, she could probably get off so much faster if she got rid of it.]
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[And just to add to that frustration, he pulls his hand away, putting it on her inner thigh instead.]
Y'know, if it's too frustratin', I can stop.
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Remember what I said about the tree? Just because I'm not driving right now doesn't mean I stopped meaning it.
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