Chapter 5

[malicevampire90]

Fandom: Ghost/Ex-Ghost/Tid/MCC/Priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, never happened,no disrespect meant and no money made
Notes: None
Warnings: A/u, OOCness, carny stuff, smut



You don't remember getting to bed that night, you really don't remember much after grabbing a hold of Skylar's arm so that she wouldn't leave...you do know that you kissed her though because the feeling is still there when you wake up. You glance around your room and see that there is little to no light coming in through the two small windows so you go to roll over, like you do every morning to check your phone...the only difference is that this morning you roll into something soft and its like a flood gate of memory. She'd insisted she sleep on the couch since it was your place but you'd told her that it wasn't going to happen and that she was going to sleep in bed, you'd take the couch. It had turned into a half hour long argument about wether or not you could keep your dick in your pants and actually sleep. The answer of course being yes you could...after you took care of it in the bathroom, she seemed to have been ok with that and without much hassle you'd both passed out on your bed. You're still in your clothes which is proof enough that you had passed out because normally you didn't wear much, especially with how warm it had been lately. It had been such an awkward night...and there had been little either of you could do about it aside from giving in and fucking but you were adamant that you didn't want that, at least right now. You still didn't know what this was, and honestly it killed you a little to not be sure what she was thinking, you'd not been more sure of anything in the last handful of years about anything, but this...you had a deep feeling in your gut that this was just right. Your gut had usually not steered you wrong before, so who were you to ignore it now.

You reach over her and grab your phone, the one thing you did remember to do last night was charge it thank god, and when you turn it on you see a ton of messages from Simon pop up. After what feels like an eternity of buzzing from all his messages they finally stop and you open up your texts to go through them, you have time...it's not even close to time to think about getting up yet so you sigh slowly and go back through all his messages. It's essentially him asking what you were doing, did you fuck her, was she good and things like that, the last few texts say that he'll leave you alone since you're obviously busy...you want very badly to take a picture of her sleeping but you don't think it would go over well. Simon would get the wrong idea since-from what you could see from the phone's light-she hadn't bothered to put her shirt back on and the way she was laying looked like she had no shirt on at all. You type out a message of your own and send it without caring that it's almost four in the morning, let him wake up to disappointment. Simon had been a close friend since you came on with this company and even now you two were more like brothers than friends...Martin always had a good laugh at calling you two the wonder twins because of the fact you two seemed to work so well together...it also had a lot to do with Pogo putting you to to work together when something needed to be run right or put up quickly. He'd saved your ass a few times and you'd returned the favor just as many...as a matter of fact a handful of years ago when you'd both been teaching a new hire-who hadn't even lasted the season-he'd warned you about a loose plate in enough time that it glanced your back instead of crushing it. Him getting your attention had moved you just slightly enough that you got a pretty good scar and a firm hit from it falling down as opposed to hitting you square on the head and back...where it likely would have either killed you or disabled you. What little damage had been done gave you fits during the winter but other than that you'd walked away with a stripe of skin missing and a completely livid attitude, you could have killed the fucker.

You mess with your phone a bit longer before you loose interest in it and set it down on your side of the bed, your mind is racing around too much to stay focused on anything except last night. It had been so awkward and almost nothing had gone the way you'd been thinking it would...the only thing that had happened that you'd expected and been happy about was when she'd moved closer and leaned on you. It had gotten so bad though that she'd felt the need to leave and it wasn't lost on you that when you both went to bed last night you both still had no idea what you were even calling this. You wanted an answer you could work with...you wanted to know if she was wanting to try and see what happened between the two or you or if she wasn't interested in it...either answer you could deal with at this point but if you were going to get involved with her like this...with these kind of feelings you didn't want to play around with them. You get pulled out of your thoughts when you feel her roll onto her back and make a small noise, if it hadn't been so quiet you wouldn't have even heard it...then it's quiet again and you find yourself contemplating waking her up. You're thinking about many things at one time and its frustrating...you're trying to prepare yourself for when she does wake up because you don't know how she'll react, you are also thinking about what you can do to try and make this work...deep in the back of your mind.

You don't remember falling asleep again, but when you wake up for the second time its much lighter outside and for a few seconds you panic and think that you've overslept until you check your phone for the time. You hear movement from the bathroom and its only then that you realize that you're no longer sharing your bed, you don't make a move to get up though,you figure that if she leaves that will be the end of it...and if she didn't leave, you would ask her. If you didn't it was going to eat at you all day and it was going to be way to busy to be distracted like that. You stare up at the ceiling blankly for what seems like forever, beating yourself up for acting like a nervous preteen about this. You were a grown man in your thirties, you had a job, you had done pretty well for yourself and you hadn't needed a girl before...this was no different. Somehow though when it came to her, even in the short time you'd known her, she turned you into that awkward and shy kid you used to be so many years ago. There had to be something there to be feeling like that.

You hear her moving around for a solid five minutes before the door opens again and she creeps back into the room, its dark enough that you can watch her without her knowing that you can see...she's not wearing her clothes from yesterday and its hard to not chuckle at it. You keep one or two shirts in the bathroom, you never knew why but you always had and it was obvious from the dim light in the room that she was wearing one of them, her clothes must have been pretty uncomfortable. Granted they looked amazing on her, they probably weren't the most relaxing. She climbs onto the end of the bed slowly and gets herself back in the same spot she'd been in before, she rolls onto her side and you don't have to actually see her to feel that she's watching you...though you're sure that she can't actually see you in much detail.
"Morning."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..."
"You apologize too much." You turn your head and look at her directly. "You didn't wake me up."
You're both quiet for a while and you sigh heavily but she breaks it. "Why does this still feel so awkward..."
"Because we don't know what this is."
"Right to the point this morning huh?"
"Afraid so..."
Despite the uneasiness you feel her move so that she's close to you and it makes you frown just slightly...
"What are we then?"
"I'm not sure..."
"I like this."
"What?"
"This...you being here, I feel like we're moving quickly...but we don't have much choice." You feel her nod against your arm but she doesn't say anything. "I honestly think...that we should give this a try...I thought I heard some of the guys talking about the next few stops, and they aren't too far from here..."
"How long would that give us then..."
"A couple more weeks, I'd have to talk to Pogo though...to be sure."
She doesn't speak for a few minutes and after that long she sits up, the sun is starting to come up and you can see more of her now. She has on one of your old band shirts that you usually wear for tear down, she's taken her skirt off in favor of just being in the shorts and whatever underwear she happened to have on, you really couldn't see. She's looking down at you with an odd expression and for a second you feel the weight of her stare and it bores into you. "Do you think this could work? I mean, really work?"
You shrug, you don't know..."For a few weeks we can...after that, either you'll have to come with me, or i'll have to leave here and find a different job...the only other option would be long distance, and i'd see you for a few weeks a year if we're lucky."
"Doesn't sound very happy does it."
"I'd be willing to do it."
"Don't bullshit with me right now."
"I'm not bullshitting you, I told you last night that I haven't felt like this before, that wasn't bullshit."
You can see her thoughts racing around through her eyes, and after a few minutes of painful silence she surprises you by crawling over and sitting on your stomach, the way she looks down at you makes you feel nervous and that is definitely a first for you regarding women. "So lets do this then."
You're too distracted by her sitting on you to really say much else except a strange 'what'.
"You like me?"
"Yeah...."
"I like you...so lets date."
"Alright."
She was kind of hot when she took control of things, this could be interesting.

You can't even begin to explain it, but somehow with it all being laid out like it was...the rest of your morning is pleasant and hardly awkward in the least. You'd both been up early enough that you didn't have to get to work immediately and she'd told you that she didn't have work the rest of the week so you both got dressed for your respective days. She grudgingly put her work clothes back on, though she opted for not putting the shirt all the way back on, and you went ahead and pulled the mostly dry work shirt on along with a different pair of shorts. All in all it takes ten minutes to gather all of your stuff out of the camper and before long you are helping her down the stairs and locking up. It's almost like having that confirmation this morning changed everything, like a fucking switch got flipped and suddenly you didn't feel bad about eyeing her, though you were still a little unsure about touching her...especially while you both walked the few blocks to one of only two gas stations in the town to get coffee. In the privacy of the camp was one thing, townies came and went all the time thanks to a handful of guys that liked to bring a different one home every night...but being here out in public with her was a little odd. You knew what people thought of people like you, and it surely was a sight to see a native of this town walking around and acting cozy with someone that was just passing through. You feel her take hold of your hand and it brings you out of your thoughts again, she's not looking at you but you can see just the slightest nervous smile on her face. It felt nice.

After getting your coffee she'd had to leave and while you felt a little sad by it, you had a feeling that she'd be back. You ask for her phone which she gives you and after a few minutes you hand it back to her and smile.
"I'll talk to you later then, don't get into too much trouble."
She gives you a small smile and as she turns to leave you reach out and grab her arm like you had the night before, you don't have to pull her back though, she turns to look at you. You give in to what you'd wanted to do all morning and give her a kiss that starts out innocent enough, but the longer you have her lips on yours the more frantic it starts to feel so you pull away before anything bad happens in public. You can see how red her face is and you can't help but smile when she walks away, you felt good knowing that she was going to remember that the rest of the day.

The minute Simon even thinks he hears you walk by he is out the door and following you, asking a million questions that you don't really want to answer. He's asking mainly about last night since he'd seen her walk out with you earlier and honestly, since you hadn't actually drank any of your coffee yet you aren't in the slightest mood to deal with the questions. He follows you back to your area and once you sit down in your chair he makes himself at home on the steps outside.
"You going to kiss and tell or what?"
"Nothing to tell."
"Bullshit."
"Literally nothing happened." It's not a complete lie but he doesn't need to know about the kissing that had happened.
"So what...you just watched a movie and fell asleep?"
"Pretty much."
He narrows his eyes at you and you hold his gaze. "I don't believe you."
"You don't have to."
"I don't think you two fucked...but I know something happened."
You give him a sly smile and he starts to laugh.
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
"We kissed...that was it, though honestly...if she comes back tonight I may try something else..."
"Are you going to..."
You shake your head slowly, it wasn't like you didn't want to, but somehow it just didn't seem right. "No...I mean...I would love to but honestly it just doesn't feel right with her to do that now."
You can tell that he stifles a chuckle and you roll your eyes taking a long drink. "Why don't you just do it? Like when are you planning that it'll be a good time?"
"Because, I actually want to get to know her better...and I don't know...I guess I shouldn't fight it should I."
"If it happens it happens...nothing worse than waiting when you both obviously want it."
"How do you know we both want it?"
"She stayed over."
You narrow your eyes at him. "Fuck you."
"You wouldn't like it...I'd cry the whole time."

It's a Saturday and you knew when you got up that it was going to be a long day, thankfully you and Sky had gotten to sleep pretty easily and apparently at a decent hour enough to make you feel rested enough to even begin to tackle today...or maybe it was the coffee. Either way you weren't working alone this weekend, but instead of Simon you'd gotten Martin and that was fine with you. Everyone liked Martin, he was nice-most of the time-always had some good advice which was better than what you could say about some of the other guys, and he generally was just a chill person to be around. So the hectic pace you two were working at felt like it was going much smoother with Martin there and his relaxed attitude put you at ease as well. It wasn't until around four or five in the afternoon that the pace slowed down a bit and as you were both sitting there he gave you a sidelong glance before speaking.
"So, who was the lucky lady this morning?"
"Fucking hell, does everyone know or something?"
Martin laughs. "If you were still chasing pussy like you used to no one would have batted an eye. But since you gave up that shit it's pretty noticeable when you're bringing someone back to your place."
He had a point. "I already told Simon that nothing happened."
He puts his hands up. " I don't care, it's none of my business."
"So why ask?"
"Because I'd like to know what she did to get you to bring her to your actual camper. You've never done that."
"She's just different...I can't really explain it."
He doesn't answer you but when you look at him he's got the strangest little smile on his face and you can't help but sigh heavily.
"Go on, get it out of your system."
"No...I don't need to. Just reminds me of Gem and Fox is all."
You pause, you hadn't really thought about them but it was pretty similar...Gem had been a seventeen year old townie that let Fox get into her pants, and it became a thing. She followed your company around long enough that Pogo just hired her and now she was a very good game runner, and she and Fox were still together after all that time. You hadn't ever thought about leaving this place, as far as you were concerned it was your home and these people were your family...but what-if things progressed-were you expecting her to do? Leave a stable life here to travel around with you for possibly less than what she was making now at her job? Even if she did come on her own...what would she do? You knew there was a possibility of her tagging along but Pogo would expect some sort of compensation for her tagging along...which you had no issue with if it came to that.
"Getting ahead of yourself aren't you?"
"What?"
"I've known you long enough to know when you're thinking about shit like that. I get it, you want to take it slow because you have a huge crush on a girl." The tone he has normally would rub you the wrong way but despite the tone of voice he sounds like he may actually have something useful to add to all this. "Slow isn't something we do though. You know that." He pulls a cigarette out and lights it before he goes on. "We don't have time to do slow, you have a week tops to make that call and even then, if both of you want the relationship then hey, go for it, try to make it work."
"All of this I already knew though."
"Ok...Do you want to fuck her?"
"Yes and no."
"You see yourself doing romantic shit with her?"
"Possibly."
"She coming tonight?"
"If everything goes well, hopefully."
He lets out a chuckle. "Perv."
"So what...should I even do with this..."
"You want my honest opinion?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck her as much as you can while you can...if she wants to stay with you and you want to stay with her, you'll know...trust me."
"Is that what happened with..."
He nods but doesn't answer you, its a well known fact that he and Simon share his girlfriend every once in a while...none of them seem to mind it though, it had been-in his own words- 'a lightbulb that went off' in his head when he came to the realization he wanted more than just sex from her. "Trust me, once you get the tension out of your system...you'll be thinking much more clear than you are now. Don't try to romanticize it L...try to be realistic about what you want from this."
You nod, you had a lot to think about until she'd get there, in the mean time though you pull your phone out and go through the earlier messages and find the one you'd sent to yourself with her number.
Close at midnight, if you're coming let me know.
After a few minutes there is a response and it makes your mouth turn up into a slight grin. I'd be stupid not to come after last night.

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You'd spent the majority of your day cleaning your apartment...before going to have a visit with your therapist since she wasn't going to be in town next week. You'd debated not going at all because the normal calm that followed your cleaning rituals wasn't there...instead you were replaying everything from the night before in your head. You'd honestly never wanted something so badly in your life...other boyfriends had never even come close to getting you worked up like that in years and here Linton was, a few days in and being able to do exactly that. You weren't sure if it was because of a dry spell or if it was genuine that you wanted to be there with him...either way when you'd gotten the text leaving your therapist's building you'd responded as honestly as you could. You really would have been dumb to not go back if yesterday was anything to go by...and after the talk this morning you felt a bit more confidant about what you were to him and what he was to you. It made all the difference in how you acted sometimes, knowing that he was in a very rushed sense your boyfriend. You weren't sure though if you could even call him that...partner maybe was a better term than boyfriend but either way you had every intention of having sex with him tonight. It hadn't been hard to make the decision and with the utterly uninspiring trip to your shrink she'd told you the same thing she always did, that you always over thought everything and needed to be spontaneous. You didn't know though what you were expecting to happen if you did fuck him...would everything just suddenly fall into place and make sense or would it be a bittersweet experience because you'd never really see him again or at least for a long period of time.

You knew that long distance would never work for you so that only left a couple of options open. You could enjoy the rest of the week with him, have as much sex as you could with him and keep that memory for comfort for a while...or you could take your time and not sleep with him at all...and regret it perhaps...the only other option was for one of you to give up the life you had and you doubted he'd give up his life, he seemed to enjoy it immensely. Would you be willing to give up what you had to travel around with him? Could you do any sort of job there or would you end up being a burden. You didn't think you could live with the later of the ideas and suddenly your positive thoughts are tinged with this dark cloud hanging over them.

By the time it starts getting dark you decided to go out, you debate asking Ryan if he would want to come for a few hours so you didn't have to walk around alone but you didn't want to bother him...you figured from the way Linton talked the other night that they'd be busy today and you didn't think it would be a good idea to try and sit up with him on a night like that. It was thankfully starting to cool off after one of the hottest weeks your town had seen all summer and you tried to focus on how happy you were that you didn't have to wear practically nothing to stay cool...you could finally wear something more your comfort level. However, because you're quite basic in a way and because you literally wore you work clothes 80% of the time your comfort level was about at the level of black leggings and a long shirt. You sigh, it was a step between how you'd looked when you first met up with him versus what you'd looked like yesterday...though he didn't seem to really care too much about how you'd dressed yourself, he still looked at you like he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and do god knew what. The mental image makes you chuckle before you decide to change your shirt into something else, you dig through your closet for a solid five minutes before you find the shirt you were looking for. A roomy red shirt that had a facehugger on it, a stroke of luck really that you'd managed to find it and you remember being so proud of it when you'd gotten it. You look at the clock and feel the strangest feeling come over you, you haven't been this excited over anything in years...but at least you weren't nearly as nervous as you had been. You'd moved here almost a decade ago after a particularly nasty fight with your parents....you haven't made any attempt to talk to them and they haven't made any attempt to talk to you either, that seemed to be a thing in your life though.

You'd had a scattering of boyfriends over the years and each one had just been awful, none of them had ever remotely come close to what Linton did to you after only a few days. Not to mention the fact that even when you had been a virgin you knew that sex was supposed to feel better than it did, but instead each time it had been a selfish asshole that didn't care if you got much out of it and because you wanted things to work out so badly you'd stayed with them putting up with it. Thank god for sex toys you supposed. You'd never been so turned on and he hadn't even touched you...you'd been more than ready by that point though. Given your track record with guys you honestly wouldn't be surprised if Linton was the same, after all he'd already quiet openly told you that he had slept with other people...and from the sounds of it, there were many. But you still remembered all the things he'd told you about how he'd not had this kind of feeling for anyone and it makes you want to believe so badly that maybe this is just meant to be...that this is one of those instant-love stories that you had read as a preteen, though the more adult and rational side of you knew better. Even if you realistically were in love with him and he was with you...how the hell would you two even make it work, and just like that you've come full circle to your earlier thoughts.

You spend the next few hours texting Ryan at work because, like always, he was bored and it had been slow as hell lately, you also went around rearranging things in the apartment even though you'd just done it this morning. You were just finding things to keep you occupied because you didn't want to show up this early and try to talk his ear off when they were busy...but as the time seems to drag on you realize you may just have to bite the bullet and do exactly that. You find his message and sit down on the arm of your couch before typing out a quick response. I literally can't waste anymore time, so I'm coming.
You're actually surprised by how fast you get an answer and its only then that you realize that it's a bit later than you had thought originally. He simply replies back with thats the plan. and you shake your head at your phone. You grab a small bag that has a change of clothes in it before throwing your phone and wallet into it as well, you grab your keys and lock up before making the quick trip to the grounds.

You're surprised really, it's not nearly as busy as you'd expect it to be on a saturday night, there are the usual creatures of the night though. Teenagers walking around in groups laughing, dressed up like they're trying to impress anyone that looks their way...and then there were people like you, old enough that you still enjoyed coming but too old to see the fun of it all since you were an adult and free to do what you wanted anyhow. It's a little surreal walking through these crowds, and if it wasn't for the thought of getting to where Linton was so you could spend your night in relative peace, you would have turned around and left. Strangely enough the games are way busier than the rides tonight and when you get to the path that leads by all of them you have no issue running into anyone, its almost deserted aside from the small lines here and there. You want to laugh when you come within decent distance of his ride though, he's sitting on one of the two metal chairs that are in the corner, one foot up on the panel while the other is on the rung of the other chair, he has his head leaned back against the railing and looks like he's completely oblivious to the world outside. He's got Daft Punk on and you assume that it's a playlist on its own by the fact that the laptop is under the other chair and out of the way, the longer you sit there watching him the more you can see his foot move slightly with the music. You look around slowly and realize that there are maybe only a handful of people in his line, certainly not enough to load it and so you debate for a short moment on what you want to do. A very large part of you wants to sneak around to the back and try to be unnoticed, another part of you though- a part that has only recently started rearing its head-tells you to fuck sneaking to the back, and you surprise yourself when you round the corner of the ramp and glide past the people in line. The noise of disapproval from the small line must have broke him out of his small trance because by the time you're by the gate his eyes are open and he's staring at you like he isn't quite sure you're actually there. A small smile lifts up the corner of his mouth and you give a stupid quick wave before pushing the gate open and walking over to stand beside him.

You don't say much when he looks you over but that smile never leaves his face and it makes you feel like your face is heating up because of it. When he looks back up at you, you know that you're giving him a stupid smile in return, you just don't care.
"I know...that I probably won't fit in half of it, but one of these days, I will steal your shirts." He pauses for a few seconds, looking at your chest though you know it isn't because of anything sexual for once. "You need a hug huh?"
"I don't think I would or could turn one down."
He drops his foot down off the panel and sits up a little. "Come here."
You instantly are aware of the people in line again and you pull your lip between your teeth with uncertainty. He looks at you for a short moment before looking behind him at the line, like he's doing some kind of head count before planting both feet on the ground and turning to face you fully. "Them?"
You nod slowly, a little embarrassed.
"Fuck them, come here and you'll forget they even exist."
Despite the feeling apprehension your feet move you forward the small space until you're standing right next to him, so close that suddenly you feel his hands on your hips as he pulls you into into his lap facing him before you can even make a sound. He's right about one thing though, you're not even caring about the people in the line anymore, they don't exist right now because the only thing you are interested in is him at the moment. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, or at least that's what you keep saying in your head, he hasn't moved his hands and you can feel his fingers digging into your skin through your leggings...and for some reason, a thought crosses your mind that you would really like if he moved his hands up.
"See...like they're not even there."
You nod again, "Has it been like this all night?" You feel a bit more relaxed and start to feel your body follow your brain for once.
"Only for the last few hours..."
You both fall silent for a few minutes and its hard to tell if its because of being so close to him again or if its being slightly more relaxed but you break the silence. "I missed you..." You want to cringe at your own voice and how small it sounds in that moment.
He doesn't say anything at first instead sliding his hands up your back until he has his arms around your waist. "Missed you too actually."

Feeling his arms around you encourages you a bit so you slide your arms around his neck and for a while there isn't anyone else here except you and him.
"Am I interrupting something?"
You jump back so quickly that if Linton hadn't had his arms around you, you would have fallen off of him from surprise. He however doesn't even flinch.
"Not at all."
"You say that...but it definitely looks like something."
"What's up ?" He turns his head and out of curiosity you do to, there's a tall man leaning against the railing on his elbow, he is bigger and honestly he looked like he could snap a man in half with his bare hands. He looks amused though, with a crooked grin and laughing blue eyes...like he knows something.
"If things don't pick up soon Pogo is saying fuck it tonight."
"Almost hope he does."
"Yeah..." He looks at you with a small smirk. "I bet you can't wait."
"Should I leave?" You feel a bit awkward getting into the conversation between them.
Linton laughs loudly, "You're not going anywhere."

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You were happy to see her, you had missed her, you'd had a lot of time to think over how you wanted tonight to go and you knew the first thing that needed to be done was get her relaxed. You'd noticed that she was a bit socially awkward, if something was too much for her she wanted to crawl away and hide, she was always quick to over think and apologize for no reason. It only takes maybe fifteen minutes of talking and joking to get her completely at ease again even with the occasional update from Martin about what was going on. If he called it an early night for the ride jocks you had every intention of getting some laundry done, and it would be even better if you could have the company of a certain red head. Though if he didn't call it, then you still had definite plans for tonight either way. Martin's words had buzzed around your head all day and the longer you thought on it, the more you realized that this awkwardness...the uncertainty of what exactly you both wanted out of whatever this was...the tension was clouding your judgment a bit and while you couldn't say what her thoughts were you hoped you would be making the right decision for both of you.

the line never gets above a handful of people, which is really a shame since its such a nice night outside for the first time all week. It didn't take long for Martin to come back a final time and tell you to shut it down, no sense in keeping them going if no money was being made. You were going to be left to your own devices tonight and you can't help the small smile that comes over your face. You turn around and let everyone know that there won't be anymore rides tonight, the sounds of disappointment drift up to you along with some less than impressed cursing before the line clears and you turn around to look at Sky. She'd slowly gotten relaxed as the time went by and now she was sitting there with her back against the railing looking back at you with a small smile that always made her look so pretty. You'd let her go not long after Martin's appearance and she'd settled on the chair next to you while you two talked about whatever came up, usually it was just bullshitting around with dumb questions, and you were ok with that. You start shutting things down and eventually you offer your hand to her and help her stand up as you kill the lights, you don't make a move to let her hand go and she doesn't try to make you so you chance things a bit and move your hand to rest against her lower back. She doesn't make much movement aside from looking at you and raising a brow. "So what's the plan tonight..."
"No plan, aside from finding a place to do some laundry."
"Hm...I'm sure there's a place still open at..." She pulls her phone out and glances at the time. "ten thirty on a Saturday, but it sounds kind of boring."
"It is, but unfortunately it needs done."
"So come company wouldn't hurt right?"
"No, some company would be nice."

You'd never owned much in the way of clothes, since you're daily life consisted of some sort of pants or shorts and that stupid blue tshirt that that the company made everyone wear. Other than that you had a handful of other clothes that you wore to set up and tear down...and maybe like...one pair of nice clothes that almost never got worn, all in all, all your shit could fit in a backpack if it was necessary.Since you weren't familiar with the area, you were currently following Sky around in a comfortable silence...partly because you were admittedly watching her hips while she walked. Even though this was a small town, you were noticing that the area this laundromat was in was less than ideal of a place to be going alone, but as long as she didn't looked bothered by it you weren't going to say anything. She was being nice enough to show you were this place was and even stay with you to keep you from falling asleep out of boredom. The building is the second door in at an old strip mall that looked like it hadn't been used in years, and when you walk in with her you can't say the inside looks any better. The machines look like they were last bought around the 80's and the dryers looked older than that, the floor tiles were stained a pale yellow and the walls were loosing paint. You don't waste much time though in how shitty the place looks, you don't care, you walk over to the row up uprights and open your bag up dumping the first half in before moving onto the next washer. Skylar walks across the room and grabs a chair before dragging it back to where you are and sitting in it while you mess with everything.
"So, how long have you been doing this?"
"Since my parents taught me how..." You can't keep the smile off your face and even she laughs a little bit.
"The carnival smartass."
"Oh...well that i've been doing for about...." You pause because sadly you have to do the math in your head, it had been awhile. "nineteen years I think..."
"Nineteen years? How old are you?" When you glance over at her she's sitting backwards on the chair with her arms on the back of it, her face is a bit amused.
"Hey...I'm only 35, thats not too bad."
"When did you start?"
"When I was sixteen...but I lied about that to get in. When my old boss found out he beat the shit out of me for it."
"Old boss?"
You line up your quarters and push them in before the washer starts up and you sit down in a chair that is nearby. "Yeah...I didn't always work at Pogo's company."
She doesn't say anything at first, but she looks curious. "So..."
"You want me to start at the beginning or?" You chuckle a little, you were used to telling this story partly because new hires wanted to know why they were being forced to follow you around and not one of the older guys...just because they were older didn't mean they had been there longer.
"If you want...if you don't thats fine...."

"It's fine, when I was sixteen I decided that I wanted to get into it. The traveling was kind of my main motivation though, who doesn't like to travel around. When I first got hired by my old boss-we called him rain man because he wasn't to bright-i was totally free to do what I wanted." You lean back in your chair and put your legs out in front of you. "Granted his company was shady as shit, you know all those rumors about carnies being ex-cons, drug addicts and shit? That was his crew to a tee."
"Did you ever..."
"I wasn't a con, and the worst I ever did was pot, still do if I can get away with it. Anyway, at first, I loved it. I smoked, I drank, I fought, I chased girls and I fucked them." You feel a bit of regret when you see her face shift slightly, but you keep on going...she wanted and needed to know. "The longer I was there though, the more I saw them do things I wasn't about to agree with. I was there for...six years and by the end of it I saw so many of those rides rigged up to within an inch of their lives that I started saying something. I just kind of snapped one day during set up, they weren't concerned about safety in the least and it pissed me off so I said something and it got this huge fight started. Right after I told Rain Man that I quit and I left."
"And...Pogo?...hired you?"
"Well not at first, there was a two or three month span where I kind of just drifted around."
"Did you stay anywhere or did you just...sleep wherever."
"I was lucky that the fight happened at the end of winter...I thought about staying somewhere, I had the money at the time-I'd told him that if he didn't pay me my money i'd break his teeth out. I saved it instead, did a few odd jobs here and there."
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
"I don't know...that that happened..."
You shrug, it was a reality when you quit your job and didn't have a backup. "It happens, either way after a few months I ran into Pogo's company and after they found out about the work I did...he hired me on the spot."
"How long have you been here then?"
"I've been with this company for...thirteen years."
"You know, most people can't say they've held a job consistently that long..."
"Not anymore." You laugh a little and she does too.
"So...If I can ask, where are you from?"
"My family is from Sweden, but...I was born in northern California."
"You're a long way from home then."
You nod. "On both fronts huh..." there is a long silence before you tilt your head at her, she's got her lip between her teeth and there is something she wants to ask but she's holding back. "What do you want to know."
"Why don't you go after girls anymore?"
"It gets old...I used to be all about not wanting consistency. I had never wanted the whole family thing let alone the same chick every night...it was boring and I wanted excitement. I liked the chase and I loved being able to do these things to these girls, that they'd never fucking do...and then I'd just never see them again." You stop for a minute or two and watch her face. "For some reason I can't fathom even now...girls want to know what it's like so they don't hold back around people like us...and it's not just the typical type of girls either. You'd expect the only girls to want to do that were the ones that got around an awful lot, but it's not just them. Whores, prudes, taken, single, older, younger, virgins...they all sought us out as much as we did them. But like I said, it gets old."
"So when you said that it had been awhile..."
"I stopped whoring around when I was like twenty eight...that year after I got the occasional blowjob but other than that, nothing. It's been five years since i've really done anything that didn't involve my closest girlfriend." You lift up your hand a bit and she starts to laugh, genuinely laugh and it's like watching an angel, no matter how bad that sounded in your head.
"Please tell me that you used-"
"I'm not that stupid, give me some credit. I didn't want my dick to fall off and I sure as hell didn't want a kid."
"You never know..."
"I'm not as dumb as people may think I am."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"I know....but now it's my turn." She puts her head on her arms and sighs a little.
"I guess you're right..."
"What do you do?"
"I work at a department store in the next town over...I mostly work with my friend Ryan in cosmetics but...I get moved around a lot."
"Are you from here?"
"No, I moved here when I was twenty two. Had a pretty big fight with my parents and I left. I'm originally from Maine."
"Also a long way from home..."
She smiles. "Yeah, guess we're both fish out of water like that."

The talk is interrupted by the washer buzzing and you get up to take everything out. She gets up also and helps you get the clothes out before moving everything over to the far side of the building to the dryers, you both toss the clothes into the dryer and you start it up. You sit back down on a chair that is close by and before she can cross the room and get her chair you reach out and grab her arm before pulling her onto your lap like you had earlier. You can't deny that the small sound of surprise she makes gets to you and part of you still feels a little apprehensive about what you intend to do but the larger part of your mind is committed to it. She puts her hands on your shoulders like she did before and this time it doesn't feel uncomfortable in the least, rather it's obvious that there is a tension there and neither one of you knows when it's going to snap.
"I guess this is just as comfortable as a chair..." She smiles at you a little and you return it, keeping your hands firmly on her hips.
"So, how many guys have had the pleasure to be in my position?" You see her face fall a bit before you add on. "If I can ask that is."
"Not as many as you, that's for sure."
"Is that a good thing?"
She shrugs. "I've had like...three boyfriends and...none of them were that amazing."
"You had to have seen something in them or you wouldn't have dated them."
"I don't know...I suppose so. Humor maybe, they all had a good sense of humor but...other than that there wasn't much."
"Hm..."
"As soon as they found out about stuff I actually liked they all got flakey...and don't even get me started on the bedroom."
You can tell by how she's talking that she's much more relaxed than she'd been earlier and you have to figure it's because of the fact its just the two of you. "Not very good?"
"Let's just say I was happy when it was over most of the time."
"So, out of three guys...I assume you'd been with for awhile...none of them ever got you to ride waves?"
She looks at you strangely. "Do what?"
"None of them ever could get you off?"
"Oh...no, I had to do it."
It's uncalled for, the thought that comes to your mind, and you know for a fact that she can feel that stirring in your pants..though if she does she doesn't show it.

For a long time, the only sound in the whole building is the sound of the dryer, broken by the occasional scrape of metal on metal from the jeans you'd thrown in. You really aren't sure if it's you that leans in or if its her, but one of you leans forward enough that your lips touch and if you weren't reacting to her just sitting there before you certainly were now. It's almost like an echo of the night before when she pulls back from it and you dig your fingers into her hips a little harder and pull her back into a kiss, this time though there isn't much softness to it. She shifts a little on you and you can see the exact moment that she feels you and the sound she makes undoes you enough that you aren't concerned about awkwardness.

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You feel the same as you had the other night, even though his kiss is distracting you very plainly feel how hard he is when you move slightly, and again, you've never wanted to get someone's clothes off so badly. You try to stifle a small noise that sounds somewhere between a moan and gasp but he hears it and before you can think or even do much else he has his hands on your back and you're pressed up against him. You feel his mouth trail down your neck to where the collar of your shirt is but he doesn't make a move to try and get under it, instead he pushes his face into your skin and raises his hips a little. You don't even try to stop from pushing down against him in response but before you get too used to this even he turns you around so that your back is against him tightly. He presses his mouth against your ear while the hand not holding onto your hips slides up around your throat, he doesn't do much else than lay his hand there but it's enough to make you press your legs together to try and relieve some of the ache that has started to become unbearable.
"Are you ok with this?"
You don't answer but you nod quickly, he squeezes your throat a little.
"I want to hear you say it."
You have to take a few breaths before you feel that you can talk but when you do it comes out a bit airy. "Yes, I want this..."
"Good..."
He bites your ear a little before his hand slides down your throat, down the middle of your chest, past your stomach...his hand slides between your legs and you almost jump from the graze of his fingers. The hand that had been on your hip is suddenly in your hair and you feel him pull you back so that you're leaning on him and turn your head so that you're face to face with him again. He presses his hand up against you hard through your pants and you let out a gasp before he presses his lips against yours in a harsh kiss. You feel him rub his fingers over you slowly, sliding up your cunt until he presses his finger into your clit through your pants and its impossible not to move your hips against his hand. You let out a sharp moan when you manage to break away from his kiss and you don't have to see his face entirely to know he's smiling...or smirking you really aren't sure, nor do you care. You feel him suddenly wrap an arm around your waist while his hand leaves you for a few seconds to slide up to the waist of your leggings and before you can think about what is happening you feel his bare fingers slide down your panties and start to rub over your clit slowly. You put your hands on his arm, digging your nails into his skin hard enough you can hear him groan softly before slipping his fingers down farther, pressing his palm against you and taking over the slow circles.

He holds you tightly and you bite your lip hard when you feel one of his fingers slide into you slowly, he adds another just as slowly and presses them both into you hard enough you let out a short squeal.
"God, I could get used to that sound."
You lean your head back and he kisses you hard again before he starts to move his hand against you harshly, you don't even care that you're pushing your hips down into his hand and against him, feeling him so hard against you makes the heat build up between your legs more. The longer he moves his hand against you, kisses you...pushes you closer and closer, you can't help your ragged breathing or your short but loud moans into his mouth when he slides his fingers back into you hard. You feel tension start to build up in your stomach quickly, you let out a strained noise before you try to tell him you're close but he seems to understand and starts to dig his hand into your clit and thrust his fingers into your pussy harder and faster. You feel your legs shake and suddenly you both hear the door to the building open, and you want to cry. You've never seen a person move as quickly as Linton pulled his hand out of your pants before, and frankly you were too turned on to care and too frustrated to just let him stop like that. He keeps his arm around you tightly and turns the chair so that you're facing the wall of dryers fully and after a few moments he lets his and drift down between your legs again, digging his fingers into you through your pants again. You feel your back arch a little and you bite down on your lip again when he picks up the same pace he had before and it doesn't take long before you feel his fingers pushing you over your edge. He puts his face against your neck and presses his fingers against you harder, rubbing over you more quickly.
"Cum for me Sky..." It's so quiet that you would have missed it otherwise but it does you in and right before you let out a loud moan he quickly moves his arm from around your waist to cover your mouth with his hand. You don't care though, you're pushed over the edge and you aren't even aware of anything except the immense release radiating all over you in waves. You relax against him completely and you feel his hands around your waist, you want so badly to kiss him or do anything but you dont have the energy to even open your eyes.
"She doesn't look so well..."
"She's fine, just had a bad dream is all. Been a rough week for her."
"Aww...well I hope it gets better for her."
"It will."

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The dryer had been done for a while now but you were still sitting there with Skylar on you, partially because you doubted she could stand up on her own, and also because there were people over here at the moment and you didn't want them to see the painfully obvious erection you had. You were far from done tonight with her, but you had no intention on having sex with her unless you both were 100% sure it was what you wanted, but you certainly had other ideas about what you were going to do. finger fucking her at he laundromat hadn't been something you entirely planned on, and if anything it made you really want to get back home so that you could hear more of those noises she had been making. When she finally was able to get herself together you felt her try to get up but you kept your hold on her tightly putting your face next to her ear.
"Wait until they leave..." You make your point by pressing your hips up against her and it makes her let out a quiet moan and push back against you a little.
It takes about five minutes for the people to go back over to the other side of the room and as soon as they are situated where they are you let her get up before slowly standing yourself, and goddamn is it painful. You distract yourself from it by grabbing your clean clothes and shoving them all back into your backpack, its only when you glance up at Sky that you stop, she's giving you a strange look.
"What?"
"Aren't going to fold them?"
You grab the last of the clothes and zip up your pack before you walk over to her and take hold of her hand, pressing it against your cock and watching her face turn red. "I'd rather fold you, we need to get back."

The walk back is agonizingly slow, much slower than it had been on the way to the laundromat...you knew it was because unlike when you'd been heading there, you now had a raging erection and now that you'd had a taste of what she felt like, you wanted more and you wanted it now. But having her up against the wall of an alley wasn't your idea of what the first time together should be like, so you tell yourself its not that much longer until you get back...you'll live. You aren't sure if she's walking the way she is on purpose or not, or maybe you notice it because you're that turned on right now, but you notice every sway her hips make and it takes a very large amount of will power to keep your hands to yourself.

By the time you two get back to the gate of the fairgrounds almost all the lights are off. It's not quite midnight but it's close and you can see the various lights that are on in the camp, once you get through the gate you walk ahead of her and take her hand and she doesn't complain. She actually gives your hand a firm squeeze and follows you without hesitation. You don't even pay attention to Tobbe or Simon standing outside the bunkhouse when you walk by with her...you need to get home, and you need to get her in your bed. As soon as you manage to get the door unlocked you let her go in first and once you lock up again, you toss your backpack onto the couch and walk over to where she's leaning against the small stove top. You put your hands on either side of her and pin her against it but she doesn't seem bothered by it at all, she puts her hands in your hair and pulls you down into a kiss that even surprises you. You run your tongue over her lip and when she opens her mouth you lean into her harder and stroke your tongue over hers slowly, you enjoy how she tastes...how she sounds, most of all though you enjoy how you've never needed someone this way. She tugs at your hair a little and it brings you back to the present, you lift your hands and take her wrists pinning them down by her sides, all but grinding your cock against her because the friction felt so good. You let go of her and step back away from her for a minute, its dark but the light from outside lets you see enough to see her face and how flushed she is. You're suddenly very curious to know if that pink blush goes lower than her neck and like the whole thing is started anew you pull her back to you hard and kiss her again. You both slowly make your way to the back where the bedroom is, running into some walls and knocking over a few things in the process but once you get her in your bedroom you don't waste time in sliding your hands under her shirt and lifting it over her head, throwing it to the side and sliding your hands around her back to mess with her bra. After a few seconds she reaches back and undoes it for you and as you pull it off of her, she drops her hands down to your shorts, you grab her hands though and push her back onto the bed before hooking your fingers into her pants and pulling them down and off her legs. When you stand up and look down at her, you can feel the painful ache get worse.

She's breathing so heavily that you get a bit mesmerized by watching her chest but once you can manage to break free from that you look at her face, she's watching you closely and you can tell even in the dark that her bright blue eyes are clouded the same as yours are. You go over the line of her neck down her chest to her breasts which are just simply perfect, down her stomach and you can't help the smile on your face when you see what her work clothes had confirmed for you, she was small but she had the perfect amount of curve to her, her stomach wasn't flat but it was so soft looking. then down her legs and back to the single piece of clothing that covered her still. You hadn't realized how long you'd been staring and only when she moved to sit up and cover herself did you say anything, you never wanted her to cover herself with you.
"Don't..." You kneel down on the floor and run your hands up her legs slowly before dragging your fingers back down again. "You look so perfect." You slide your hands up the insides of her thighs before putting them under her legs and pulling her down the bed far enough that her ass is barely on the end. You look up at her for a few seconds before bringing your hand up her leg and running your fingers over her panties slowly, you're not surprised by how wet they are since you'd already made her cum once tonight, but this wasn't from earlier, it was from just a few minutes ago and you really couldn't resist it. You pull the fabric aside and run your tongue up her pussy slowly, you pull back and give the inside of her leg a kiss before you grab the waist of her panties and pull them off as well leaving her open to you. You don't give her any warning before you put your hands on her knees and bury your face in her, she lets out a sharp gasp and tries to close her legs against you but you keep her legs apart pretty easily.

You pull her clit between your teeth for a few seconds before rolling it with your tongue, listening to her moan loudly...the best part about this was that she could be as loud as she wanted, you didn't care if the others here heard anything but a place like the laundromat wasn't very freeing in that respect. You grip her knees a bit harder and push her legs apart more before you slide your tongue down from her clit to her pussy pushing it inside her and licking up the length of her over and over until she was shaking, you can feel that she's already getting pretty close from the way her legs are trembling and so you giver her cunt one long lick before you start to flick your tongue over her clit again, sucking on it occasionally and listening to her noises get louder and less coherent. You close your eyes and go at her hard, hard enough you feel her hips raise up off the bed and you chance letting go of one of her legs to slide two fingers into her deeply. You can't help the groan that escapes you at the feeling of her spasming around your fingers and it only takes a few more harsh lashes of your tongue before she lets out a long moan and tenses up. You don't move though, you stay where you are with your fingers buried inside her and you slowly lick her as clean as you can before you pull back away from her and lay next to her.

She has her eyes closed and his breathing heavily, her hands are still fisted into your blankets and she looks like she's frozen in place until she slowly slides her eyes open and looks over at you. Her face is flushed and you can see that it covers her shoulders and chest as well but you're more interested in the look she's giving you...like she can't believe that what has happened really has happened.
"No fair..."
You put your hand on her stomach and drag your fingers over her skin. "Hm?"
"I'm completely naked...and you haven't even taken off anything."
You smile and move your hand up to rest over one of her breasts, its a bit more than a handful and you give it a slight squeeze in your palm. "If I take my clothes off it's over..."
She takes a deep breath and rolls onto her side so that she's facing you, you let go of her and let your hand slide down the middle of her chest like you're mesmerized by it. "What do you mean it's over?"
"If I take my clothes off...I'm going to fuck you and it doesn't feel right just yet..."
"What about your shirt..."
"I think that could be done..." You lean over and kiss her softly before you sit up and pull your shirt off and let it drop to the side of the bed, you feel her hand on your back, her fingers dragging over your skin slowly and you have to close your eyes to keep yourself in check.

You lay back down and put your hand on her back before pulling her close to you, you drop your hand down between her legs and rub your fingers over her slowly at first, watching her face. She puts her hand on your shoulder and you feel a shudder run through her as she starts to respond to your touch more, when she starts to move her hips against your hand you shift so that your hand was against her clit and your fingers slide over her cunt almost teasingly. She's looking at you with a mix of arousal and surprise and it sends a sharp shock straight to your cock and you can't stop a moan from escaping your mouth. You put your forehead against hers and close your eyes, concentrating on how good all this feels, she lets out a moan when you slide your fingers into her again and this time she doesn't even hesitate, she starts to ride your fingers and you swear that your dick can't get any harder than it is right now. Each time she moves her hips forward you give her clit a firm stroke and it makes her whimper a little, it makes you want to hear more so you start moving your fingers against her hard. You let out a surprised hiss when you feel her hand slide down the front of your shorts though, and when she wraps her hand around your cock you feel an instant fire start in your gut. You open your eyes and look at her, she has the smallest smile on her face but she also looks a bit shocked.
"Holy shit..." It comes out like an airy gasp when you curl your fingers inside her.
"What?"
"Does anyone know that a quarter of your body weight is in your pants?"
Despite the fact you both are minutes away from orgasming you both laugh hard, but it's cut short when she grinds her hips down on your hand and she squeezes you and starts to move her hand over you quickly.

Neither of you talk, there is only heavy breathing and moans that get louder and louder and even though its hard to keep your eyes open she keeps watching you and you are watching her, somehow it makes it all the more intense and you can't help it anymore when you close the small gap between you and kiss her hard...so hard you're sure that your teeth hit hers but the pleasure is blinding you to any pain. You pull your hand away from her quickly and pull her leg over your hip before you drive your fingers back into her hard and fast, she returns the gesture by pulling her hand away and spitting into it before gripping you again much tighter and the extra lubrication makes it feel so much better. You're both close, both grinding your hips into the others' hand...both going as hard and as fast as you can...she tenses up suddenly and pushes her head into your shoulder letting out a surprised squeal and you feel her cover your hand...the feeling of her shaking and squeezing your fingers combined with the sound of her voice is enough to make you close your eyes and take your hand away from her to put it over her own hand. She's too far gone in her orgasm to keep up her pace so you move her hand over your cock quickly and it doesn't take long for you to let out a low groan and tense up in your own orgasm. You both lay like that for what feels like hours but when she finally comes back to earth she pulls her hand back from you and looks at it for a long time, you watch her but don't say anything, you're content to just lay here right now. She turns her hand around a bit before he brings it up to her mouth and licks her finger slowly...you're sure she isn't doing it on purpose but even if she wasn't the image is pretty fucking hot and the idea that she seems to enjoy the thought of your cum in her mouth makes you think such horrible thoughts.
"If you keep that up..."
"Keep what up?" She's cleaned off a finger but puts her hand down on her stomach and looks at you.
"You know what..."
She smiles at you and before you can react to it she rolls over top of you and looks down at you. It's completely nonsexual but you can't help it, you put your hand behind her head and pull her down so that you can kiss her again and she doesn't fight you or try to pull away, she feels like she's right where she belongs.

Martin had been right...you hadn't had sex with her, but you had a much clearer idea of what you wanted now. You wanted this, you wanted her in your bed at night and in your life in general...you could only hope that she felt the same though.