Hours have passed by since I drove off with Chucky from the crime scene. As the day went on, we've been listening to some rock music on the radio and bumping our fists in the air as we did so, having time a good time with each other.
It's almost night now and I decide to take a long break from driving, finding a cheap motel in Pennsylvania. I parked the car and the place seemed deserted, aside from a young mother and her young son and the motel's manager, of course. It looks pretty shitty from outside. I pay for a room just for the night and grab the keys from the manager. Going back to the car, I help Chucky out of the car and notice a dark blush on her face. I ignore it as I take a soda with me, locking the car and start walking to the rented room that was on the second floor. After walking up the stairs, I take quick glance at the mother and son's motel room. Looks like the kid was celebrating his 6th birthday, with balloons and a few presents all around the room along with a cake on a table. After a quick look, I continue to my room, which was for doors down from the family's. I walk in and towards a lamp on the other side of a surprisingly white, clean sheeted bed, putting Chucky down on the floor and she goes to sit on the bed and looks at me while I go lock the door and shutting the blinds.
Chucky: So, what now?
Y/N: Just let me rest up a bit, I'll be ready to go out in the morning.
She lets out a *huff* and crosses her arms and legs. I open my soda, drinking it and find the remote for the TV and turn it on, wanting to watch something interesting, until I stumble upon a news broadcast that was talking about gas station explosion from earlier, which I completely forgot about. I groan as I sit in a chair, listening to a female reporter, saying around 8 people were killed because of it. Apparently, the authorities chalked it up as a accidental incident, due to a "gas leak". I rub my head and place the bottle on the table next to me, then look up at the ceiling, closing my eyes.
Suddenly, I a *zziiippp*, looking down and noticing Chucky in between my legs, on her hands and knees and unzipping the fly to my pants.
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Chucky: You seem a bit stressed, cutie~ How's about I relieve you of that stress~
I blush intensely. After everything that'd happened for the past 5 days, I think I actually did feel something for Chucky. We might be killers, but we're still human, or at least there's a part of us that is. And honestly, she is pretty cute I sigh, then reach for the remote and turn the television off.
Y/N: Screw it, why not?~
She giggles and finishes undoing my pants and allowing my 8 inched member to spring out and hitting her face. She gets surprised at first but then starts stoking it with her soft hands, even giving it kisses, making it fully erect. I moan softly and caress her cheek.
Chucky's POV
Y/N's hand felt so warm and gentle as I let he caress my face.
Chucky: Just relax baby~ And let me do all the work~
