Bonnie and Clyde (ON HOLD! Writer's Block.)

9. Super 8 Stamford Motel

By the time we made it to my house, the sun was already peeking up. We sit across the street, behind a tree and wait. I fight to keep my eyes open but right now it's winning the battle. Dylan notices and tilts my head so it's on his shoulder. "Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when I see someone come out." he says. I yawn in response and instantly fall asleep.

I can feel his hands rub up and down my thighs. He watches me as I lay there, tied to the bed, naked. He speaks, but I can't hear him. He then begins to strip his clothes off while standing at the feet of the bed, but he keeps his under wears on. He's wear those tight, white boxers, the best ones a guy could wear. He climbs on top of the bed and hovers me. His lips softly touches mine, but he doesn't kiss me. He begins to grind his erection onto my south. I try to moan but nothing comes out of my mouth. I try to talk to him but no words come out. He stops and grabs my shoulders before he begins to shake me.

I wake up to Dylan shaking my body. He smirks at me as I yawn. "What?" I ask. "You were talking in your sleep." he says and my eyes pop out of my head. "Are you serious?" I ask and he nods. "What did I say?" I ask and he shakes his head as he chuckles. "Is that your parents?" he ask. I look behind the tree and see them walking to the car. "Yeah." I mutter. They start the engine and drive away. "Lets go." I say before getting up. Dylan follows me to the front of the house. I slip my hand under the Welcome mat and pull out the spare key. "That's so cliché." Dylan says. "I know." I smirk. I unlock the door and we both walk inside. I let Dylan explore for a bit while I go to my room. I grab two duffel bags and two back packs. I fill one of the duffel bags with my clothes, under wears, and bras. Then I fill the other with my brother's stuff, yes I kept his stuff. I fill one of the backpacks with my perfumes, deodorant, toothpastes, body washes, and loofas. Dylan walks into the room and looks around.

"You're room is so simple." he states. "What did you expect, posters of boys?" I ask and he nods. "I'm not that type of girl." I smile. "I can tell." he mutters. "Here" I say handing him a duffel bag. "That's my brother's clothes and other things, they're all clean." I add. "You're stealing your brother's stuff?" he asks. "He's dead, so." I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Oh, I'm sorry." he says. I fill the other back pack with sneakers and a couple of sandals. "Ready to go?" Dylan asks. "Hold on." I say as I grab my polaroid camera. I stand in front of my mirror and look at him. "Want to take a selfie?" I smirk. He smiles as he comes to stand next to me. I position the camera, do that little duck face, then take the picture. "Are you taking that with us?" he asks. "Of course, it's my favorite thing in this room." I smile. I take the picture and shake it as I walk to my parent's room. I take a piece of tape and put it on the middle of their mirror. Dylan watches me as I do. "Now we can go." I smile.

We grab the bags and a couple of snacks before grabbing my car keys and getting into the car. He goes into the driver's side and I go into the passenger side. "Oh! I forgot something." I say before going back inside the house. I go into my parents room and open their safe. I take most of the money and go back to the car. "Off we go!" I say and Dylan smiles.

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We've been driving all day. It's now eight thirty and I can tell Dylan is very sleepy, but he keeps denying it. "Can we please stop at the next motel?" I ask. "Fine." he sighs. After about five minutes we seen a sign of a Super 8 motel. We pull up and take the bags out. "Ask for one bed so it will be cheaper." I say to Dylan. He nods before going inside while I wait outside with the bags. After two minutes he walks back out with the room keys in his hand and a smirk on his face. "You won't believe what room number we have." he says. "What number?" I ask. "Sixty-nine." his smirk widens. "You're stupid." I smile. We go into the room and may I say it's very small but clean. "I'm going to get some ice." Dylan says before leaving. Once he does I take out my pajamas and take off my pants. I slip on the shorts and take off my shirt and bra. The door opens and Dylan sees me. I quickly cover myself with the shirt and turn around. "I'm so sorry. I'm looking away." he says. I look over my shoulder to make sure and quickly put on my shirt. I can feel my cheeks burning. "I-I'm done." I stutter. He turns around and puts the ice in the freezer.

"Do you want some water?" he asks, not looking at me. "Um, sure." I reply. I sit at the edge of the bed as he hands me the water. He takes his bag and goes into the bathroom but doesn't close the door. He slips off his pants and he's wearing the exact same under wear he was wearing in my dream. He slips on a pair of my brother's basketball shorts. He takes off his shirt then walks out. I look away before he can catch me staring. "I'll sleep on the floor." he states. "What? No!" I quickly say. "Where will you sleep then?" he asks. "Uhhh..." "Exactly." he says. "You can sleep with me." I say without thinking. He finally looks at me, making eye contact. "Are you sure?" he asks and I nod. "Okay." he says as he fixes the thermometer making it a bit cold. I quickly go under the covers and watch him walk around the room. After a while he finally lays down next to me, trying not to touch me. I turn to face him.

"What did I say in my sleep?" I ask. A smirk appears on his face. "Well, whoever you were dreaming about you were basically begging that person to touch you and please you." he says. I begin to blush and look away. "You don't have to embarrassed, everyone has sexual dreams." he says. "It wasn't that, it was who was in my dream." I explain. "Who was it?" he asks. "I'm not telling!" I yell. "Oh come on! Tell me!" he smiles. I shake my head. "If you don't then I'll tickle you." he threatens. "No! Okay I'll tell you." I say. He watches me expectantly. I cover my face and tell him. "It was you." I say with my hands still covering my face. I don't hear anything, just the buzz of the lamp on Dylan's side. I feel his hands on mine and he pulls it away. I stare at his chest as he softly rubs my cheek. He then gets closer and softly kisses me. I lay my hand on his chest as I kiss him back. His lips are so soft and moist. His tongue invades my mouth and our tongues begin to play with each other for a bit before he pulls away. "I would love to do more but I think I'm going to pass out soon from the lack of sleep." he mutters and I giggle. He turns off the lamps and gives me a kiss on my forehead before laying back down. I begin to shiver without his touch and I think he notices because he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to his body. I instantly stop shivering and fall asleep.