Meadowgolds, Hayley/Demi - M
Title: Meadowgolds
Fandom: rpf
Pairing: Demi Lovato/Hayley Williams
Rating: M, tame smut
Words: ~2700
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Note: Slight AU again. Basically, a sequel to my Miley/Hayley fic Guitars and Cars.
Some dedications, it's been awhile. :D
to mickey1980 for my Demi yogurt icon. Super cute.
to letscall_l for getting me into hayley/anybody. :D
to demifan90 just because she’s a good wirter and deserves more attention for her fics. Her latest work, Salvage My Heart - Chapter 5. Read and Review, Friends.
to sunburst89 b/c I can’t think of coveralls without thinking of her :D <3
and finally, to fallinghard4her for snooping Demi's tweets for the make of the truck. TY.
"Meadowgolds"
Leaning back against the tree, my fingers lazily pick a rhythmic chord progression, stopping every fourth beat to lightly tap the guitar. The piece of straw sticking from my mouth bobs with each swirl of my tongue around it. The late morning sun is quickly getting to “too-hot-to-even-move” levels, but that’s all right with me. I’ve got my favorite spot, my shoes kicked up against a rock, my guitar and my blue coveralls open to my waist. I could stay here forever.
In the small meadow next to the river, a light breeze picks up that is seemingly nonexistent anywhere else. The babbling of the slow moving water against the rocks and pebbles is calming, and in the shade of the trees I feel as relaxed as ever. It’s fun to come down here with the boys and jam every once in awhile, but it’s when I’m alone that I feel the world is mine. Soon, I promise myself. Soon, we’ll pick up and tour the coasts, letting our music guide us.
I’m about to lean back into a fantasy of playing a large venue where everyone knows our lyrics, when I hear the unmistakable sound of a familiar engine stutter its last gasping breaths against its pistons. The sound of gravel beneath the tires is scratching and loud, and if there was any other indication that an unfortunate event had just taken place, it’s a sharp, feminine, “Oh, what the fuck?!” heard from the road, followed by a sound very similar to a hand being slammed against a dashboard or steering wheel. I hear the rickety old car door slam just as I stand up and stretch.
I take my time in climbing the small incline to the road, where I happen upon an unusual pale blue Chevy C10 and a pretty young thing groaning at her truck’s engine. As I approach she does not look up. She reaches a fist out to hit the metal machinery, but my hand shoots out to stop her. She gasps and looks at me with wide eyes.
“Not in this heat - could get a real bad burn from doing that.” I let go of her hand and move around to her side to inspect the engine, my hands coming to my waist as I feel her stare on the side of my face.
“Oh. Right. Thanks, I guess.” She shifts back to give me more room. “Listen… I know nothing about cars. Can you maybe take a look? You’re dressed for the part, at least.”
“That’s what I’m doin’, darlin’. Don’t fret. Chevy is a specialty of mine.” I give her a sidelong smirk as I lean further over the engine block.
I sneak glances at her while she’s busy squinting in the glaring sun and brushing the hair that has escaped her bun behind her. She’s wearing jean shorts with worn and dusty black cowboy boots, accentuating her smooth and tan legs. Her blue plaid shirt is open but tied at a knot at her navel, exposing her black bikini top and naked stomach.
I resist the urge to chuckle. Really, I get that its hot and all, but traveling around Tennessee looking like that, all alone, ain’t such a good idea. But then again, I’ll count my blessings that I’m the one who stumbled upon her.
“So what exactly are you doing way out here, at this time of day? It’s hotter than Satan’s Fire,” I ask her. I’m sure by now that she’s not a local.
“Exactly. I heard there was a lake down this direction. Figured if I followed the river I’d find it.”
“True enough. If we can fix her, I’ll give you directions. It ain’t much farther.”
She chuckles lightly, “Hell, if you fix it, I’ll take you with me.” I shoot a grin back at her, “Well, I’ll be sure to call upon all of my expertise in this endeavor.”
“Thanks, I’m much obliged. My name’s Demi, very glad I ran into you…” She gestures lightly with her hand.
“Hayley. Nice to make your acquaintance, Miss Demi.” I reach out to grasp her hand quickly before returning it to brace against the truck. “Hayley, nice.” She shuffles off to the other side of the truck, toward the meadow.
A few minutes of silence pass before I hear her from behind the truck.
“Your guitar… looks… well-loved.” I can tell she’s teasing as I too glance back to where my worn Arbor acoustic is resting on the grass. She picks it up and strums a warm and light melody, reflecting the hot summer around us in the meadow.
“That’s certainly a way of putting it. I’ve been playing for years. You?”
“Yes. I’m out on tour now. My favorite Gibson is back home. I’ve been missing it something fierce, ya know?”
“I do. But, I have good news to cheer you up.” She stops strumming.
“Really?” her voice is chipper as she walks over to the truck door and leans against it with her arms crossed, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear in the side mirror.
“Yes ma’am. Looks like it’s just the heat. I can strike you a deal for a new cooling system next time you’re in town, my garage is right off Main Street. But for now, I’d say just let her rest awhile. If you can unhitch the parking, we can roll it to that tree just there. Wait an hour or so.”
She agrees and after some clever maneuvering into the slightly cooler shade, I walk down the river to retrieve a jug of water. I return to use it in helping cool down the engine. Steam rises from the machine and it blurs my vision. Finished, I set the empty jug down next to the truck.
I lean back and stretch my back, hearing a satisfying pop!, and wipe the gathering sweat from my brow with my forearm. When I look up again I see Demi leaning against the car door, her eyes heavy lidded and just boring into me, making the back of my neck feel hot. I’m about to ask her is she’s all right in this heat, when she pushes off from the door and slides up next to me, grasping my hand with hers.
“Looks like you’re a lifesaver today. How’s it feel?”
“Well Demi, I’m just doin’ my Good Samaritan duties for the week, that’s all.” She throws an arm around my shoulders and squeezes. I turn my head to find her lips just inches from my chin, and look into her clouded eyes. The yellow sun is making both of us squint, but I can see the same burning I’m feeling apparent in her gaze.
“I’m very grateful. I’ve kinda been in love with this truck ever since I first laid eyes on it. It’s beautiful in the way that shows through in performance.”
“A performer recognizes that. I get it.”
I can feel she’s fishing for something. But I play along, leaning away on my right foot so I can turn my torso to her and give her a quirked eyebrow.
“It’s lethally hot out, I’ll give you that. But I feel it’s my obligation to tell you that your attire is a mite suggestive for these country folk. You might wanna be careful, lest some people take a literal interpretation to your suggestion.
My eyes widen slightly as she runs a hand down from her neck, between her breasts and to the knot at her shirt.
“Guess I’m just accustomed to La La Land dress code. My southern etiquette is a bit rusty. It’s a blessing that I’ve run into you then.”
“I dunno ‘bout a blessing, but you sure are lucky.” She leans into me and puts her hand on my chest, over my heart.
“I don’t believe in luck.”
“What do you believe in, then?” I place my hand over hers.
“Fate.”
Her hand slides up my neck to tangle in my hair, and pulls my hair band to let loose my red curtain. While she’s busy giving me a completely predatory once-over, my eyes shift to take in our surroundings. The road is pretty far off the beaten path, but if someone else thinks like Demi and decides to go for a swim at the lake...
The thought is banished from my mind as her other hand dips between the opening of my coveralls and palms my stomach. Now’s the time to stop playing.
Confidently I turn her hips into mine and press our lips together as my hand roughly undoes the knot of her plaid shirt and flaps it open. She immediately runs her tongue over my bottom lip and I allow her to dominate. She manages to pull and suck at my lips even as her tongue explores deeper, and I shudder a moan into her mouth. The girl’s got talent.
Now my back is leaning into the hood of the truck and my hands are exploring her sides beneath her blue plaid, trailing up to her slightly sunburned shoulders, moving over the light sheen of sweat on her skin. The material catches on my hand and is slipped off as my hands trail over and down her arms. She pushes her mouth harder onto mine and I lean further back. She breaks the kiss and leans away from me, so my lips follow, trying to reconnect. She lets them, but only for a few more seconds before pulling away again and chuckling, the glint in her eyes not at all related to sun.
She’s got a type, apparently. She likes to play games. She flirts dangerously. An odd grunt erupts from my throat as I force her head back to mine with my hand. I don’t like games very much. I often lose.
It’s not long before she pulls back again, panting lightly. She shrugs off her shirt and it falls to the dusty gravel at her feet, leaving her in just her tiny black bikini top. Suddenly she grabs me by the front of my coveralls and tugs, dragging me awkwardly to the back of the truck. She hops up into the bed of the truck and motions impatiently for me to follow. As I clamber up she again grabs my outfit and pulls me towards her, so I’m on all fours above her in the shade of the tree in a peaceful meadow in Tennessee.
She crashes our lips together and wraps her legs around my torso. My hand flies to cradle her head and the other to caress her waist above, below and through her jean shorts. I pull away to mark a trail down Demi’s neck to her collar, out to her shoulders, then back to the valley of her breasts, using my teeth to tug at the flimsy bikini strings. Her hands move from squeezing my ass to her chest, and she rips off the top, the strings catching her dark hair and fanning it over the truck bed.
I lay my body down between her thighs and rock gently, my mouth kissing and sucking at her breasts. She reaches a hand down between us and finds her way under my coveralls, fighting with the button and zipper of my shorts underneath. I’m already very excited, and I release a low moan as she finally breaks in and reaches her goal, her other hand caressing my right side beneath my tank. I go still for a few moments and lock my arms to hold myself up, closing my eyes tightly as her strangely cool fingers work in tight, swift circles around my burning skin.
A wave of pleasure washes over me and I gasp out a breath and open my eyes to see Demi’s heavy-lidded eyes staring at me. She tilts her head and kisses coolly a spot on my straining forearm, her eyes never leaving mine. I lay back down and capture her lips as I thrust my hips into her. I maneuver my hand between us and shove it into her shorts. Her hips lift up as my fingers press hard into her sensitive flesh. My wrist is bent at an odd angle against her thigh, and it starts to hurt, but an idea hits me and I pull out, much to Demi’s distress as she groans and scowls at me.
I smirk as I reach for her booted ankle and place it over my shoulder. Her eyes flutter deliciously and her grip tightens on my coveralls at my hips. She stretches her leg up and finds a comfortable position as I lay back down and suck on her bottom lip. Her ministrations have stilled so I buck my hips into hers, and she starts up again. We ease into each other and begin a pumping rhythm that isn’t quite in sync. I strive to hit a faster tempo, but her sexy moans and languidly roaming hands and lips yearn for a smoother beat.
I nip and lick and kiss at her leg that rests on my shoulder and soon the truck is rocking with us. Demi’s other hand stops scratching up my back and tangles in her own hair, rubbing it over her face as her gasps come faster and louder. She moves her head from side to side slowly and her eyes are scrunched up. I can feel her whole body contracting tightly and then releasing - she’s close. So am I, but I doubt I’ll win this race. I focus on taking her over the edge.
At last, Demi arches up and becomes completely still, her mouth open but then shut tight as she sucks in her bottom lip. She comes crashing down quietly and lays back slowly, her eyes opening a little to gaze at me. I smile gentlemanly at her and blow cool air on her face. I’m still tense so I stay still to savor the feeling. But she’s a smart one - she picks up her slow and teasing pace once again and I let my head drop down, my red hair brushing against her naked chest. My heart beats at a rock concert but my hips thrust to a relaxed and sensual R&B melody.
Her fingers are as skilled as her lips and I’m crumbling soon enough under her cool touch. When I’m almost at my limit, I push harder into her, laying down completely on top of her and bite her shoulder, earning a gasping moan from her. I thrust hard and strong and like a resounding cymbal clash, I’m gone, lost in the feeling of release. I collapse on top of her and catch my breath. My lips find themselves attached to her sweet skin like a drug.
A few minutes later our body heat gets to me, and I roll off her. I rearrange my shorts and coveralls, and then reach over Demi to grab her bikini top and hand it to her, after I steal a kiss from her chest. I lean back on my hands and close my eyes.
“So you believe in fate huh? Yea, that line was crap.” I hear her scoff.
“Well, you were taking too long to pick up on the suggestion. I was getting desperate. Besides, you obviously fell for it.”
I gaze out to the meadow, the field shimmering golden in the noon sun. “So you’re out in Cali too, eh?”
“Too? You know someone?”
“Yeah, few weeks back a pretty young blonde waked into my garage. Miley’s her name.” I loose myself in the memory, as I have often since it happened.
“Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. I’ll keep an eye out for her, though. If she captured you’re attention enough to remember her name, she must be something special.”
“You could say that, yeah. I could say the same for you, too.” Her eyebrows quirk.
An hour later, the Chevy roars to life again and I show her to the lake. I am rewarded with the cool waters lapping at my skin and her body held close to mine. Afterwards we head to my garage where I install a new cooling system - gratis.
She leaves just as she arrived, with a rare cool breeze.
She’s a smooth talker and a sweet walker. Just like the girls those songs warn you about. Seems like I have a type too.
Fandom: rpf
Pairing: Demi Lovato/Hayley Williams
Rating: M, tame smut
Words: ~2700
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Note: Slight AU again. Basically, a sequel to my Miley/Hayley fic Guitars and Cars.
Some dedications, it's been awhile. :D
to mickey1980 for my Demi yogurt icon. Super cute.
to letscall_l for getting me into hayley/anybody. :D
to demifan90 just because she’s a good wirter and deserves more attention for her fics. Her latest work, Salvage My Heart - Chapter 5. Read and Review, Friends.
to sunburst89 b/c I can’t think of coveralls without thinking of her :D <3
and finally, to fallinghard4her for snooping Demi's tweets for the make of the truck. TY.
"Meadowgolds"
Leaning back against the tree, my fingers lazily pick a rhythmic chord progression, stopping every fourth beat to lightly tap the guitar. The piece of straw sticking from my mouth bobs with each swirl of my tongue around it. The late morning sun is quickly getting to “too-hot-to-even-move” levels, but that’s all right with me. I’ve got my favorite spot, my shoes kicked up against a rock, my guitar and my blue coveralls open to my waist. I could stay here forever.
In the small meadow next to the river, a light breeze picks up that is seemingly nonexistent anywhere else. The babbling of the slow moving water against the rocks and pebbles is calming, and in the shade of the trees I feel as relaxed as ever. It’s fun to come down here with the boys and jam every once in awhile, but it’s when I’m alone that I feel the world is mine. Soon, I promise myself. Soon, we’ll pick up and tour the coasts, letting our music guide us.
I’m about to lean back into a fantasy of playing a large venue where everyone knows our lyrics, when I hear the unmistakable sound of a familiar engine stutter its last gasping breaths against its pistons. The sound of gravel beneath the tires is scratching and loud, and if there was any other indication that an unfortunate event had just taken place, it’s a sharp, feminine, “Oh, what the fuck?!” heard from the road, followed by a sound very similar to a hand being slammed against a dashboard or steering wheel. I hear the rickety old car door slam just as I stand up and stretch.
I take my time in climbing the small incline to the road, where I happen upon an unusual pale blue Chevy C10 and a pretty young thing groaning at her truck’s engine. As I approach she does not look up. She reaches a fist out to hit the metal machinery, but my hand shoots out to stop her. She gasps and looks at me with wide eyes.
“Not in this heat - could get a real bad burn from doing that.” I let go of her hand and move around to her side to inspect the engine, my hands coming to my waist as I feel her stare on the side of my face.
“Oh. Right. Thanks, I guess.” She shifts back to give me more room. “Listen… I know nothing about cars. Can you maybe take a look? You’re dressed for the part, at least.”
“That’s what I’m doin’, darlin’. Don’t fret. Chevy is a specialty of mine.” I give her a sidelong smirk as I lean further over the engine block.
I sneak glances at her while she’s busy squinting in the glaring sun and brushing the hair that has escaped her bun behind her. She’s wearing jean shorts with worn and dusty black cowboy boots, accentuating her smooth and tan legs. Her blue plaid shirt is open but tied at a knot at her navel, exposing her black bikini top and naked stomach.
I resist the urge to chuckle. Really, I get that its hot and all, but traveling around Tennessee looking like that, all alone, ain’t such a good idea. But then again, I’ll count my blessings that I’m the one who stumbled upon her.
“So what exactly are you doing way out here, at this time of day? It’s hotter than Satan’s Fire,” I ask her. I’m sure by now that she’s not a local.
“Exactly. I heard there was a lake down this direction. Figured if I followed the river I’d find it.”
“True enough. If we can fix her, I’ll give you directions. It ain’t much farther.”
She chuckles lightly, “Hell, if you fix it, I’ll take you with me.” I shoot a grin back at her, “Well, I’ll be sure to call upon all of my expertise in this endeavor.”
“Thanks, I’m much obliged. My name’s Demi, very glad I ran into you…” She gestures lightly with her hand.
“Hayley. Nice to make your acquaintance, Miss Demi.” I reach out to grasp her hand quickly before returning it to brace against the truck. “Hayley, nice.” She shuffles off to the other side of the truck, toward the meadow.
A few minutes of silence pass before I hear her from behind the truck.
“Your guitar… looks… well-loved.” I can tell she’s teasing as I too glance back to where my worn Arbor acoustic is resting on the grass. She picks it up and strums a warm and light melody, reflecting the hot summer around us in the meadow.
“That’s certainly a way of putting it. I’ve been playing for years. You?”
“Yes. I’m out on tour now. My favorite Gibson is back home. I’ve been missing it something fierce, ya know?”
“I do. But, I have good news to cheer you up.” She stops strumming.
“Really?” her voice is chipper as she walks over to the truck door and leans against it with her arms crossed, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear in the side mirror.
“Yes ma’am. Looks like it’s just the heat. I can strike you a deal for a new cooling system next time you’re in town, my garage is right off Main Street. But for now, I’d say just let her rest awhile. If you can unhitch the parking, we can roll it to that tree just there. Wait an hour or so.”
She agrees and after some clever maneuvering into the slightly cooler shade, I walk down the river to retrieve a jug of water. I return to use it in helping cool down the engine. Steam rises from the machine and it blurs my vision. Finished, I set the empty jug down next to the truck.
I lean back and stretch my back, hearing a satisfying pop!, and wipe the gathering sweat from my brow with my forearm. When I look up again I see Demi leaning against the car door, her eyes heavy lidded and just boring into me, making the back of my neck feel hot. I’m about to ask her is she’s all right in this heat, when she pushes off from the door and slides up next to me, grasping my hand with hers.
“Looks like you’re a lifesaver today. How’s it feel?”
“Well Demi, I’m just doin’ my Good Samaritan duties for the week, that’s all.” She throws an arm around my shoulders and squeezes. I turn my head to find her lips just inches from my chin, and look into her clouded eyes. The yellow sun is making both of us squint, but I can see the same burning I’m feeling apparent in her gaze.
“I’m very grateful. I’ve kinda been in love with this truck ever since I first laid eyes on it. It’s beautiful in the way that shows through in performance.”
“A performer recognizes that. I get it.”
I can feel she’s fishing for something. But I play along, leaning away on my right foot so I can turn my torso to her and give her a quirked eyebrow.
“It’s lethally hot out, I’ll give you that. But I feel it’s my obligation to tell you that your attire is a mite suggestive for these country folk. You might wanna be careful, lest some people take a literal interpretation to your suggestion.
My eyes widen slightly as she runs a hand down from her neck, between her breasts and to the knot at her shirt.
“Guess I’m just accustomed to La La Land dress code. My southern etiquette is a bit rusty. It’s a blessing that I’ve run into you then.”
“I dunno ‘bout a blessing, but you sure are lucky.” She leans into me and puts her hand on my chest, over my heart.
“I don’t believe in luck.”
“What do you believe in, then?” I place my hand over hers.
“Fate.”
Her hand slides up my neck to tangle in my hair, and pulls my hair band to let loose my red curtain. While she’s busy giving me a completely predatory once-over, my eyes shift to take in our surroundings. The road is pretty far off the beaten path, but if someone else thinks like Demi and decides to go for a swim at the lake...
The thought is banished from my mind as her other hand dips between the opening of my coveralls and palms my stomach. Now’s the time to stop playing.
Confidently I turn her hips into mine and press our lips together as my hand roughly undoes the knot of her plaid shirt and flaps it open. She immediately runs her tongue over my bottom lip and I allow her to dominate. She manages to pull and suck at my lips even as her tongue explores deeper, and I shudder a moan into her mouth. The girl’s got talent.
Now my back is leaning into the hood of the truck and my hands are exploring her sides beneath her blue plaid, trailing up to her slightly sunburned shoulders, moving over the light sheen of sweat on her skin. The material catches on my hand and is slipped off as my hands trail over and down her arms. She pushes her mouth harder onto mine and I lean further back. She breaks the kiss and leans away from me, so my lips follow, trying to reconnect. She lets them, but only for a few more seconds before pulling away again and chuckling, the glint in her eyes not at all related to sun.
She’s got a type, apparently. She likes to play games. She flirts dangerously. An odd grunt erupts from my throat as I force her head back to mine with my hand. I don’t like games very much. I often lose.
It’s not long before she pulls back again, panting lightly. She shrugs off her shirt and it falls to the dusty gravel at her feet, leaving her in just her tiny black bikini top. Suddenly she grabs me by the front of my coveralls and tugs, dragging me awkwardly to the back of the truck. She hops up into the bed of the truck and motions impatiently for me to follow. As I clamber up she again grabs my outfit and pulls me towards her, so I’m on all fours above her in the shade of the tree in a peaceful meadow in Tennessee.
She crashes our lips together and wraps her legs around my torso. My hand flies to cradle her head and the other to caress her waist above, below and through her jean shorts. I pull away to mark a trail down Demi’s neck to her collar, out to her shoulders, then back to the valley of her breasts, using my teeth to tug at the flimsy bikini strings. Her hands move from squeezing my ass to her chest, and she rips off the top, the strings catching her dark hair and fanning it over the truck bed.
I lay my body down between her thighs and rock gently, my mouth kissing and sucking at her breasts. She reaches a hand down between us and finds her way under my coveralls, fighting with the button and zipper of my shorts underneath. I’m already very excited, and I release a low moan as she finally breaks in and reaches her goal, her other hand caressing my right side beneath my tank. I go still for a few moments and lock my arms to hold myself up, closing my eyes tightly as her strangely cool fingers work in tight, swift circles around my burning skin.
A wave of pleasure washes over me and I gasp out a breath and open my eyes to see Demi’s heavy-lidded eyes staring at me. She tilts her head and kisses coolly a spot on my straining forearm, her eyes never leaving mine. I lay back down and capture her lips as I thrust my hips into her. I maneuver my hand between us and shove it into her shorts. Her hips lift up as my fingers press hard into her sensitive flesh. My wrist is bent at an odd angle against her thigh, and it starts to hurt, but an idea hits me and I pull out, much to Demi’s distress as she groans and scowls at me.
I smirk as I reach for her booted ankle and place it over my shoulder. Her eyes flutter deliciously and her grip tightens on my coveralls at my hips. She stretches her leg up and finds a comfortable position as I lay back down and suck on her bottom lip. Her ministrations have stilled so I buck my hips into hers, and she starts up again. We ease into each other and begin a pumping rhythm that isn’t quite in sync. I strive to hit a faster tempo, but her sexy moans and languidly roaming hands and lips yearn for a smoother beat.
I nip and lick and kiss at her leg that rests on my shoulder and soon the truck is rocking with us. Demi’s other hand stops scratching up my back and tangles in her own hair, rubbing it over her face as her gasps come faster and louder. She moves her head from side to side slowly and her eyes are scrunched up. I can feel her whole body contracting tightly and then releasing - she’s close. So am I, but I doubt I’ll win this race. I focus on taking her over the edge.
At last, Demi arches up and becomes completely still, her mouth open but then shut tight as she sucks in her bottom lip. She comes crashing down quietly and lays back slowly, her eyes opening a little to gaze at me. I smile gentlemanly at her and blow cool air on her face. I’m still tense so I stay still to savor the feeling. But she’s a smart one - she picks up her slow and teasing pace once again and I let my head drop down, my red hair brushing against her naked chest. My heart beats at a rock concert but my hips thrust to a relaxed and sensual R&B melody.
Her fingers are as skilled as her lips and I’m crumbling soon enough under her cool touch. When I’m almost at my limit, I push harder into her, laying down completely on top of her and bite her shoulder, earning a gasping moan from her. I thrust hard and strong and like a resounding cymbal clash, I’m gone, lost in the feeling of release. I collapse on top of her and catch my breath. My lips find themselves attached to her sweet skin like a drug.
A few minutes later our body heat gets to me, and I roll off her. I rearrange my shorts and coveralls, and then reach over Demi to grab her bikini top and hand it to her, after I steal a kiss from her chest. I lean back on my hands and close my eyes.
“So you believe in fate huh? Yea, that line was crap.” I hear her scoff.
“Well, you were taking too long to pick up on the suggestion. I was getting desperate. Besides, you obviously fell for it.”
I gaze out to the meadow, the field shimmering golden in the noon sun. “So you’re out in Cali too, eh?”
“Too? You know someone?”
“Yeah, few weeks back a pretty young blonde waked into my garage. Miley’s her name.” I loose myself in the memory, as I have often since it happened.
“Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. I’ll keep an eye out for her, though. If she captured you’re attention enough to remember her name, she must be something special.”
“You could say that, yeah. I could say the same for you, too.” Her eyebrows quirk.
An hour later, the Chevy roars to life again and I show her to the lake. I am rewarded with the cool waters lapping at my skin and her body held close to mine. Afterwards we head to my garage where I install a new cooling system - gratis.
She leaves just as she arrived, with a rare cool breeze.
She’s a smooth talker and a sweet walker. Just like the girls those songs warn you about. Seems like I have a type too.