Scarecrow and the Rainbow Solution

Crimson wandered back into the diner lounge at three in the morning.
The downstairs sleeping quarters were always cramped, there were only three storerooms and usually a scramble resulted for the cosiest nook or corner. Tonight there seemed to have been an unconscious decision that Ghoul and Rainbow needed space to talk so everyone else had squeezed into the other two. Party and his brother took one, Crimson and Jet the other, which would have been fine until she awoke to the sound of noisy I’ve-missed-you sex.
Not that she minded that, it had always been Ghoul and Rainbow, Frankie and Claire, for as long as Crim could remember. Before the bombs and after they had always managed to find a way to keep things together until Crimson had pulled her from the burning laboratory and they had set to running. She knew that Rainbow would have come home sooner but loyalty to Crimson had kept them in Vegas and a fear that if they came back they would end up in Korse’s hands again. Death was going to get them first.
So she had listened a while, amused and a little jealous before deciding that the bottle and some quiet was what was really needed. Crimson liked to be alone sometimes, the devil may care personality had a darker side that needed to be anaesthetised every so often and it tended to lead to nagging and lectures. She set the tequila bottle on the table of one of the booths and leant back to listen to the raging storm sending sand skittering against the wooden slats. It was hot, her black hair piled up onto her head with pins, nothing but a vest and jeans was needed and still she felt sticky. Two shots went down quickly and shed considered a third.
“You didn’t quite manage to quit the bottle then ?”
Party slid into the booth opposite and without a word Crimson slid the other glass over. He lifted the bottle, eyes never leaving her face as he poured them both a shot. The awkwardness between them felt wrong, they had always fought but there was never any consequences to it, when it mattered they had always been united. He swallowed it down and raised the glass to her, a salute she returned with a half smile.
“I like to drink, you like to drink. It was one of the things we had in common.”
“I quit when you left.”
The accusation was back in his voice and Crimson found she was too tired to fight it. He had a right to be angry, there had been no way for him to choose her over the war and both of them had known it. Also knowing it had broke her heart too. Crimson poured more of the fiery liquid, not waiting for him this time.
“You could have come with me. You always chose this over us so don’t blame me for putting my life first. It was your agenda, not mine.”
Party nodded, the alcohol felt good and he watched how the shadows fell over the swell of her breast in the half light from the candle. He wasn’t going to tell her about how his alcoholism had returned with a vengeance, nearly killing them all in one bungled raid after another until Kobra dumped him in the desert and forced him to dry out.
“Yes. I forced you to choose Crim, I hoped you would choose me.”
“I came back didn’t I ?”
She bit her tongue, instantly regretting the words as they spilled from her lips. She hadn’t been going to let on that she had missed the fucker, that no man since had come close to satisfying her in the way he did. Party had that smirk on his face that she had never been able to resist, the red hair against his tanned skin was somewhat hypnotic.
“I’m glad you came home.”
Their eyes met and for a moment time ceased to function. It was back to Gee and Lily, outside whichever arena he happened to be playing and usually kissing up against some wall. Hands in each others hair, laughing at some nonsense and never realising that it was all soon going to end in blood and fire and pain.
Crimson stood up, making them both jump as she walked back into the room towards the old battered counter. He watched her, unable to speak for a moment as he adjusted back to their current reality.
“I came back to save all our asses. I don’t expect us to be like we were.”
“No. I suppose not.”
Crimson winced, leaning back against the counter as the silence seemed magnified by the wind outside. Her fingers desperately gripped at the plastic, still fixed on the outline of his arms under the thin jersey he wore and the tight jeans that showed every muscle. Her mouth felt dry and her head swum from the alcohol as he moved towards her. Party was smiling now, not bothering to hide how his gaze danced from face down every inch of her. He wanted his Crimson back, the pretence of anger was overrode by something a lot stronger.
She waited until he was close, his face almost touching hers and their bodies inches apart before leaning back away from him. There was a look of defiance on her face, she would give in and they both knew it but it wasn’t going to be something that would happen without a fight. His hand was quicker, balling into her hair and pulling her lips to his with a ferocity that surprised her. Crimson put hands against his chest, the warm hard flesh doing nothing to make her pull away as the kiss deepened and a long sigh threatened to break free. The mix of alcohol, cigarettes and just him led her arms to wind around his neck and her fingers tightened into the locks against his neck.
Despite the more pressing need of both of them, her legs soon hitched over his hips, it was the kiss that became tender, a soft exploration of familiar territory that neither had really forgotten despite the years. She gently pulled on his lower lip, the curve of his smile causing them both to open their eyes and acknowledge that things were going to pick up where they had left off. They would fight, fuck and take on the world, whether it meant they would die was somehow irrelevant.
His fingers found the hem of the vest, pushing it quickly over her head until he could touch the soft swell and dip his fingers into her bra to where her nipples were already hard to his touch. She moaned again, too impatient to let him fumble and trying to ignore that fact that hunting around for the damn bra by candle light later would be a pain. The offending item went sailing over the counter, followed by his shirt. Party pulled her back to him, the warmth of her body against his chest was too good, his hands running down her back as he grew hard against her. He hadn’t been a monk, jesus Ghoul had seen to that, but neither had he found a woman that could excite him like she did.
Crimson let him have the moment, watching his smile go slightly dreamy before flicking her hip and reversing them so that his back now met the counter. Party looked puzzled for a moment before realising that her hands were undoing his jeans and he suddenly needed to hang onto the counter. Crimson teased him, sinking down to her knees as she pulled the offending fabric down and away from his bare feet. He was struggling to breath evenly and let out a hiss as she ran her nails down the sensitive flesh of his thigh before blowing gently against his hard erection.
“Fuck it woman, you’re such a damn tease !”
Crim grinned at the whine in his voice before silencing him with lips now running up and down his shaft. His knuckles went white as she finally let him in, taking every inch until he was pressed against the back of her throat and resisting the urge to grip her head in both hands. She teased him further, her tongue running along him before pulling her head back and away until his tip rested against her bottom lip.
Party groaned louder and rolled his hip forward as she allowed him to dictate the pace. She didn’t want to let him go, the taste of him on her tongue was making her uncomfortably wet and she loved it. He tried to take his time, not wanting to spoil things by losing all control too soon but he needed more and knew that she would to. His hands found her hair and tugged, letting her rise with him and find his mouth. The shared taste on their tongues led to a fiercer kiss, there would be a time for tenderness but this really wasn’t it.
Crimson pushed away from him, panting as she removed the last of the clothes that came between them. Party smiled, he remembered every curve and plain of her body and the shadows served to make it all the more enticing. He wanted mastery over his woman, nobody else made Crim do anything she didn’t want to but he had always been the dominant one in their relationship and that was how he liked it. Without waiting for approval Party smirked and pulled her back to him, wrenching her around and bending her over the counter. She gasped at the cold plastic meeting her stomach and breasts before smiling at the warmth against her as he leant over her. It was his turn to tease, fingers gently running along the entrance of her body, only occasionally slipping inside to wet them.
“Beg.”
Crimson smiled, this was the man she loved. Violent, driven and afraid of nothing and nobody. It drove her mad when this energy was thrown at his cause, the crusade that Party was prepared to give her up for but now it excited her more than anything ever could.
“Please Party, please. I need you to fuck me now.”
“Not good enough sugar.”
“Fucking hell Gerard, just bloody do it !”
He grinned at her words and the desperation in them, complying without hesitation. She was so warm and willing, opening around him as he forced every inch inside her and dug the fingers of one hand into her hip. The other kept a tight grip on her hair, forcing her head against the counter top as he thrust into her harder and harder. Both were unable to keep from moaning, it wouldn’t have mattered if the whole world was watching, neither would have noticed.
Crimson screwed her eyes shut, the mix of pleasure and pain from being taken so directly was just making the growing warmth in her stomach worse and she found that she was clinging onto the counter top in increasing desperation. His lips were against her ear, a gentle kiss placed there was reassurance that this was a game and that his arms would be waiting to hold her when both of them had had their fill.
“Do you want to come ?”
“Yes.”
“Then ask nicely.”
Party smiled at the whining sound that would have possibly formed words and let go of her hair, both hands gripping her hips as he slowed the pace, now strong and forceful but restrained until he felt her tighten even more and a scream echoed across the diner. He couldn’t help himself, his cry echoing hers as a powerful and sustained orgasm ripped through him and took every last ounce of strength from his body. He collapsed onto her back, both of them pausing to regain a breath before he pulled away and they crumped down to the cold tiled floor. Crimson tried to focus across the room, Party’s damp head cradled into her neck as they started to return to earth. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, moving only to pull his jacket from behind the counter and sling it over their cooling bodies.
“Party ?”
“Hmmn ?”
“Does this mean Ghoul won the bet ?”

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