Peaches

The Starlight

It seemed to be an eternal night. The car had left town ages ago, or that is at least what it seemed. Jean and Montgomery were in a purgatory of sorts, not really anywhere at all, but just continuously driving, etching closer and closer to their unseen destination. Occasionally, they would pass a street lamp but from afar, everything looked entirely like a sea of golden stars.

Jean's life all seemed so distant and imaginary, but she found that it comforted her. In fact, she considered herself to be at the utmost comfort, but despite how at ease she was, she couldn't find the will to shut her eyes. She couldn't find the will to do anything all, besides slump her body next to James' and allow him to sneak his free arm around her.

"You awake?" He asked, not taking his eyes of the immortal road before him. Jean made a squeamish grunt in response and faintly, out of the corner of her eye, she could see his smile. "Good. We should talk about exactly what we are going to do."

She blinked, and he continued.

"When we get to my apartment, you are going to meet my maid. She is an old thing, and nothing to be afraid of. She will take care of you when I can't."

"Where will you be when you can't take care of me?"

He stopped for a moment and pulled his arm away from her side. "Work." There was a brief silence then, that Jean didn't know how to penetrate. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea where she was going, but still, she couldn't ask. She didn't know why.

"Are we there yet?"

He huffed. "Obviously not."

"How long?"

"At least half a days worth more of driving, sweetheart." He leaned over and placed a quick, soft kiss her to cheek. Nothing more. It was too soft to be of any intent, but the sudden affection made her thighs twitch.

She wiggled in her seat, placing her bare feet up on the dashboard. Throwing her head back, she focused on something else: the barely noticeable hum of the engine, the crunch of the dry earth, the quiet jazz that was pouring out of the radio. It should've made her sleepy, but suddenly, she couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted to kiss him again.

Jean bit her lip, contemplating stealing the wheel and pulling over somewhere. It would probably just serve to infuriate James, but she was beginning to have an itch. She wanted him to scratch it.

When her thumb brushed against his knee, rubbing small patterns into the fabric of his pants, his eyes darted to her, and there was a flicker of heat for a moment, but then his eyes were back on the road. As she moved her hand just an inch higher, his eyes shut entirely. She was so excited her legs were shaking.

"Jean-" Her palm was against his inner thigh then, and when he let out a short whine, she grinned. Then, his hand grabbed hers and placed it back on her lap. "No, Jean. Driving."

As they passed another streetlamp, she could see the tightness in his pants. No, he wanted this, she knew, and it was going to happen.

"Pull over," She whispered, her voice barely audible against the smooth jazz arising from the radio. "Now."

He stared straight ahead, ignoring her, but Jean crept her hand across her lap. He reacted instantly, and although he was trying to hide it, he was failing. His brows were furrowed, and although his gaze was focused, he was twitching all over. Her fingers made their way to the conspicuous heat that was forming between his legs, rubbing gently against the hilt. Jean was sure that she felt the entire car shudder with him. He pulled over fast, a cloud of red dust surrounding the vehicle and he finally pulled to a complete stop.

He looked at her frantically, eyes wide, and furious. "Are you crazy?"

She responded by cupping his face with her hands and yanking his body towards her before he could scold her. He was not hesitant, he took her mouth with his in the same confidence he had done before. He growled against her, and the vibrations thrilled, running deep down to her core. He pulled her from her spot, placing her upon his lap, and she straddled him, wrapping both legs around him. She wiggled, and he moaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

There was no possible way to ignore this now. He was hard, furiously so, and she could feel every throb and ache. He grabbed her hips, pressing her down against him even harder and creating friction.

"You're going to kill me someday." He murmured. "Do you know that?"

She moaned, and he took that as a yes.

Her body ground against him once more, and he bucked, his hands around her, tight as he led her back and forth, the sensual motion creating a wicked frenzy between her thighs. With anticipation, she reached down and began to undo the buttons on his trousers. Her ears heard him cuss quietly as she palmed his now naked erection, which was just begging to be touched.

Without warning, he hiked up her skirt, revealing her still naked bottom. She never had time to put panties back on after their last go at it, and she was thankful now because it made everything all the easier. She lowered herself onto him as slow as she could, the excitement getting the best of her. James pulled her ever closer as she rode him frantically, not at all as graceful as she supposed she should. Her legs are cramping, but she cannot bring herself to stop. It is too good for words.

James is speaking, but his words are a jumped mess, barely comprehensible at their best. However, from his tone, she can tell that they are all meant to be praise. When she finally and achingly comes, she lets out a shriek, and he follows her with a sigh, pressing three kisses to her chest. He pulls himself out of her and she falls down in the seat beside him, trying to catch her breath, just beginning to feel sleep approaching her.

James chuckled lightly. "So-what exactly provoked this?"

"You started it." She huffed, her eyes drooping closed.

"Did I?" He was laughing now, attempting to clean himself up. "I guess I must've. Goodnight, Jean."

"Goo'night." Jean mumbled, crawling up into herself.

"One other thing-"

"Hm?"

"There is a layer of falsehood that we have to portray in order to keep things going smoothly when we arrive, you understand?" His fingers twitched on the wheel. "If anyone asks you at all, you are to be my niece. You cannot stutter and you cannot  forget this."

Jean nodded, barely awake.

"So, if anyone asks, what if your name now?"

"Jean Montgomery."