Say You will, Say You Won't (7/?)

[malicevampire90]

Fandom: Ghost/ex-Ghost/Tid/MCC/Priest
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't know, Don't own, Didn't Happen, no disrespect meant, and no money was made.
Notes: None
Warnings: A/u, smut, oocness, carny stuff and feels


Since it had been a day where almost no one would be there, the technical last day of the fair in your town...none of the workers were too troubled by sleeping in and that included Linton. You'd woken up out of habit, your job usually had you up around five or six so you could get ready and leave by seven...you actually should be getting ready to go to work but you don't want to leave, and you don't want to wake him up to say goodbye. Goodbye is painful no matter how much you two promised each other that you were going to try and make this work. You look at him for a few minutes, watching him sleep...there's something calming about it, watching his face be completely at ease in his dreams, of course the sense of calm might have also been from the nights exertions too. You don't dwell on it too much before you carefully slide off the end of the bed and walk through the bathroom to the front part of the camper to look for your bag. This was all moving so quickly but there was no denying that it felt right, if you were being honest, it had felt right from the minute you'd laughed the first night and he'd looked your way. Something about him-in your gut-felt perfect, and this was where you were supposed to be. Thankfully the camper isn't so big that you need a ton of light to see where you're going and once you find the couch you sit down on it and reach around for your bag, you'd not bothered to put much else other than your underwear back on after last night and that had been enough because it was just slightly muggy inside. Once you find your bag you pull it up on your lap and start going through it, you dig around quietly until you feel your phone and pull it out, setting your bag back on the floor.

You unlock it and see a couple of messages from Ryan and from some of the other workers from your department on your screen as well as a handful of missed calls and two voicemails that you don't care to listen to. You go through the messages without really reading them and the general gist of them that you gathered was that Ryan wanted to know what was going on...because he was admittedly a nosey fucker...and a few of the girls you worked with wanted to know when you were coming back...because without you to act as a lightning rod for all the bullshit, Keith had started in on the other girls. You'd never tell Linton that though, he had seemed less than pleased when you said he made sexual comments at you...he'd be less impressed if he knew the extent to which they'd gone. Thankfully he'd never touched you or even attempted to and you supposed you could be happy about that but the comments he made sometimes were just awful. One time he'd demanded you wear a skirt to work, since he believed that girls weren't supposed to wear pants, and when you had he'd 'complimented' you by saying that he could see himself bending you over the counter. You don't know why he makes it a point to go after you, there are certainly prettier girls that work in the store...and girls that are closer to his age, but for some reason it always comes down to the shit he says to you. It's no surprise that you don't feel bad sending Ryan a text telling him that you'll fill him in on everything later and that you needed him to say you were sick. You hit send and lean back on the couch some staring into the darkness for a long time before your phone buzzes and makes you jump.
dickhead isn't going to like that.
I don't care, I do not and cannot deal with him right now...
So when are you going to tell me whats up?
How long do you work today?
Till like...noon, one?
You know you'll have to go home today, Linton has to finish tearing down the rides with his friends and then they'll be off to the next stop. You figure you'll see him again tomorrow after work so having Ryan come over today doesn't seem like such a bad idea. Come over later then, we can get dinner or something and I'll tell you everything I can right now...way too much to explain over the phone or through text right now.
soooo................like 3ish?
sure.
Alrighty, see ya later, and behave ;)
You shake your head at your phone before putting it down beside you and leaning forward, putting your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands. There had to be something here that you could do to stay here and earn your keep in this little world of his. You knew that he had no issue with you tagging along, but that wasn't how you were raised and even if you wanted that...what the fuck would you do for anywhere from ten to sixteen hours a day while he was working? Walk around?

You doubted...very highly that you would be running a ride...they seemed complicated and the only ones you'd ever seen a woman run had been the kid centered ones...you had no idea if they were responsible for setting up or tearing down though as it seemed to be a thing the guys did. You knew that Linton had referred to his ride as his baby plenty of times and you wondered if they all had that kind of attachment to them, given his time in this business you supposed it wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine that.
"Hey..."
You jump when you hear Linton's voice, you swear that if the man had been wearing any clothes he would've blended in with the darkness but you could see the shade of his skin against it. "Shit...you scared me..."
"Sorry, didn't mean to..."
"It's ok, you need to wear a bell or something." You see him grin before you hear a chuckle, he walks over to sit beside you and you don't hesitate to slide over and lean against him. "I didn't wake you up did I?"
"No...I'm used to waking up early so this is kind of sleeping in already..."
"You have a point there."
"What are you doing up though?"
"Because I have to get ready for work I get up kind of early too..."
"Do you work today?"
"Mhm...but I told Ryan to tell my boss i wasn't feeling ok...I don't want to go today."
He nods a little. "Can't blame you...job sounds a little boring...aside from the asshole boss."
"It is."
You both stay quiet again for a while before you lean your head back and look at him, when he looks back at you he raises a brow curiously.
"When you worked for Rain Man what ride was your baby?"
He looks at you for a second a little confused but once he processes your question you can see him trying to remember. "Hurricane..."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I remember having to set it up with Skunk all the fucking time."
"Skunk?"
He chuckles. "Yeah, Skunk...he always smelled horrible. I mean, like if I didn't shower or attempt to clean myself at all in two weeks that would be less bad smelling as he was."
"Oh my god..."
"I don't know how the hell he got girls to go with him...to this day I can't even begin to figure that out."
"So you went from the Hurricane with Rain Man to-"
"To the Kamikaze...and almost everything else with Pogo."
"So you know every ride here right now?"
"Yes."
"How to put it up and take it down? How to run it?"
"Can probably do it in my sleep."
"Do you guys fix them too?"
He shrugs. "Depends on what exactly is wrong with it." You feel his hand run over your shoulder slowly and it feels nice. "If it's just a general problem...we can usually fix it and we do, but if something like a motor burns out or if a peice needs replaced...we have to call whatever mechanic is nearby, and Pogo is not happy when we have to do that. If he finds out that it's because one of us didn't take care of the ride or we didn't pack it right...that shit comes out of our pay quick and in a hurry."
"How much do you make? If you don't mind me asking..."
"I don't care...new guys maybe make 200 a week, there are some people that have been here for a long time and they make like...500-600. I get about 350-400 because of what I know how to do and how long i've been here." He laughs a little. "I'm not doing to badly for myself all things considered I don't think."
"What were you making before?"
"I was lucky if that fucker gave me my full 200 every week. Sometimes I got 100 or 150, he thought I was an idiot and wouldn't pay attention."
"That sucks...I'm sorry your old boss was a piece of shit..."
"It happens. What about you?"
"How much do I make?"
"Yeah, how much does that asshole boss pay you."
"I make about...500 every two weeks...before taxes."
You hear him pull in air through his teeth sharply and you laugh. "Ouch."
"Yeah...I know."
"Barely 300 a week...how the hell do you have an apartment and car."
"The car I started paying off after highschool and actually i'll be sending in that last payment this month so....I also had to have a roommate for a while to help with paying for the apartment...honestly, I'm pretty sure i'll get kicked out soon."
"Why do you say that?"
"I'm late on my payments but because my landlord is a nice guy he's been letting it slide..."

You both talk for an hour or so, by the time you both decide to head back to the bedroom the sky is already turning red and blue and you can see him laying there with his eyes closed though you know he's not asleep.
"When do you think you'll have to go and tear down?"
"Mm...probably ten or eleven...since the next stop is just an hour away we aren't in too big of a hurry to get everything packed up so early."
"You think you'd have time for something this morning?" You crawl on the bed and sit on his legs looking at him with a small smile, you know what he's thinking and it makes you laugh. "Something with me this morning?"
"I'm sure even if I didn't have time I could make some..."
You lean down and give him a fairly modest kiss only pulling back a bit. "You want to go grab something to eat with me?"
He opens his eyes slowly and smiles, that adorable boyish smile that you swear makes your stomach flutter. "Sounds good to me."

There are plenty of places opening up when you two meander down the sidewalk, you can't help but keep looking over at him because it's unusual to see him without his shorts and the tshirt that all the workers wear. He actually looks nice in a regular shirt and jeans and its a shame you can't see him like that more, but you understand that he just doesn't have the time normally so you enjoy it while you can...though if you were planning on going with him, you'd be seeing much more of him than this. You pick a spot that you've not been too in years and once you get inside and situated you both order something simple, when the waitress leaves you put your arms on the table and watch him with a small bit of curiosity.
"What?"
"Nothing, just thinking..."
"What about?"
You smile but it seems less genuine than you mean it too be. "Just everything that's happened this week...It doesn't feel like six days ago you were a complete stranger...now, now i'm contemplating running away to join the circus...so to speak." He chuckles a little but you keep going. "What kind of job do you think I could do there?"
"Game probably...but you'd have to deal with people."
You wave your hand in front of you a bit dismissivly. "I deal with people all the time...I know how to put on a fake smile."
"Well I doubt you'd get in on a ride...the only female ride jocks I've seen...did not look at all like girls."
"Oh shit..."
"So what are you thinking...what's your plan."
"I think...that you're right. I need to spend time with you in the capacity that we would be doing it if I lived there with you...I don't think i'll have an issue annoying the hell out of you though."
"You'd be the only person I think I could put up with being annoyed with."
You smile at that. "Anyway...I'll pack some clothes, and while you're in Middleton I'll just come back after work...like I assume we would do anyway."
He nods but doesn't say anything.
"Did you ever find out the name of that other town you're stopping at after?"
"Yeah...it's a bit father away, probably a good two hours from here, so another hour from Middle."
"I have an idea then. this next week...we'll live together, sleep together...like it would be if we were together..."
"And after that?"
"I'll make my choice about what I want to do."
You both stay silent as you get your food and once the waitress is gone again he leans his head in his hand and looks at you with an expression you don't think you've ever seen on him...he looks entirely serious. "I have an idea then...I don't think you'll know by the end of next week."
"What's your idea then?"
"Two hours is a long way for either of us to travel for casual visits...you and I both know that."
"Yeah..."
"That last week...you should go about your life like I never showed up in it."
You look at him like he's just said the dumbest thing to you. "What?"
"You'll be biased if you spend all week with me, doing the shit I know we'll do...if you go home for the week...and act like I never met you, you'll have a clearer idea of what you really want, not clouded by sex and my unimaginable charm."
You laugh, he says the last part so seriously that you can't help it.
"Seriously though, it's a big decision...and I want you to be sure that it's what you want and what is going to make you happy...do you get what I'm trying to say?"
"Yeah...I do."
"And whatever you decide...you come see me at the end of that week...and I swear I'll give you a night you won't be able to forget or wash off for months."
You push your food around a little, its only a little distracting. "I'd like that now though."
"Trust me...so would I."
"So why don't you? We both obviously want to do it..." The minute he opens his mouth you cut him off. "And don't say it's because you don't have condoms...there are other ways of getting around getting knocked up."
"I told you..." He also is playing with his food a little, pushing it around. "I don't want it to be a regret."
"How would it be a regret?"
"If I fucked you right now...and got closer to you than I already feel I am...and then you decide that you don't want to come with me, or you decide that it's just not what you want...that'd be a pretty big regret on my part...and what if the same thing happened but you regretted it? It would tear me up inside pretty bad Sky..."
"Me too..."
"I want this...whatever this is, I want it...shit I'd be willing to drive the two hours to see you but we need to be sure...because you're right, it's been one hell of a week and this has moved so fucking fast that it would make someone's head spin."
You nod but don't answer, this is quite honestly the first time you two had talked about this and it hadn't ended with you feeling awkward...you actually feel like you both are on the same page at the moment and it's a nice feeling.
"Yes then...I like your plan Linton...doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it..."

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You'd spend your day repacking all the rides, helping out with the ones that wouldn't seem to mind and the people that either couldn't figure it out or were just too lazy to do it right. It had taken at least ten hours to get everything ready to go, and that put you all ahead of schedule which was unusual but pleasant for once. You don't really care though, you've been in a slight daze all day because admittedly you were missing her, you weren't about to break down and start crying or pack up and hunt her down...but you were feeling it. You decide to bypass the usual gossip around the campers and head towards yours, you needed to get it packed up and ready to roll out anyway, it would kill some time at least. It's hard though, when you see some of her stuff still inside, to keep your mind focused. Your mind keeps wandering back to the night before...how she looked, how her skin felt, how her mouth felt...it's honestly all you can do to derail that train of thought before your cock can cause you problems. You know that Sky isn't a virgin-you'd have felt like a complete piece of shit if that was the case-but she she'd also admitted openly that it had been at least three years since she'd been with anyone in any capacity. That was certainly hard to believe to you, she was attractive as hell, had an awesome personality from what you'd seen so far, surely finding someone to fulfill that need for her wouldn't have been that hard. Maybe though she wasn't interested in the bullshit of hooking up, it seems to feel that way when you two talk and you're far from against the idea of this being permanent. You haven't even been inside this woman and you know...you just know...that she won't be like anyone else you've been with.

You put your hands through your hair and lay down on your bed for a while, you could do this. You'd see her tomorrow and then she'd be yours all week...you had a few ideas that you wanted to do since this town was notorious for being a bit of a snooze fest...yet each year the city hired you guys to come and set up anyway. If they were willing to pay, Pogo was willing to come and that included some areas that literally saw two days of actual work and then closed early because of the town's curfew. If you were lucky, you could take her on a legitimate date at one point this week but you supposed even a night in was ok, especially after the last time you two had tried that. You cut off your thoughts and start going over a mental checklist of all the things that need done before its time to leave and among those is you are about 80% sure that your truck needs fuel. You bring your hands down onto the bed hard and sit up before heading back through your camper and out the door, you decide it's best to just go and do it, it would waste some time at least.

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You haven't read anything for a long time, you've not been this relaxed in a long time either. Everything the last few days with Linton had you feeling good and hell, you felt like the attractive bitch that you knew you were...it was nice to feel that way again but you were also weary of it. You had changed into a comfortable pair of pants and a shirt once you'd gotten home and now you were leaned over the kitchen counter with a book in your hands, trying to waste some time while lunch was cooking and waiting on Ryan to get his ass there. Your focus is a bit off though, you really had wanted to read this book for months and though you were feeling good and unhindered by your anxiety you just couldn't focus on the words in front of you. The back of your mind is a constant video of you and him last night and its on repeat...sound as loud as it will go, it's almost impossible to ignore it. You'd never been that way with any other boyfriend...you always thought of yourself as being the one that just laid there until they were done...nothing exciting...nothing emotional. He made you want to do things though, he made you want to have his cock in your mouth, he made you want to climb on top of him and make him cum...and just as easily he made you want to let him do what he wanted with you. Your last boyfriend's interest in keeping things interesting was bumbling around with his hands to try and actually get you off, not that it ever mattered because he never managed to find your clit no matter how hard he tried. You give up and put the book down after a few minutes of reading the same line three times and you let out a low sigh, you'd rather have stayed with him today even, but you knew that you'd be useless to him and to Pogo, you'd be in the way. You did however, look forward to this week and what it could hold, there was a real possibility that even though he'd sworn that sex wasn't going to happen until you were sure of what you wanted that if you had him in a position like last night he wouldn't be able to say no...you could tell on his face that it had taken a lot of self control to not shift his hips slightly and let you sink down on him...but he'd stayed still and let you do what you did.

You look over at the clock and debate if you have enough time for a quick release before Ryan comes over but you also don't feel like you can make it happen in the short amount left. You distract yourself by checking on the food and picking up your book to put it away and right as you disappear down the hall to your room to put it on the shelf you hear a few sharp knocks followed by the door opening and closing.
"Girl, where you at?" You shake your head. "And what smells good? I know you didn't cook it."
"Oh fuck off." You make your way back to the living room and stand at the end of the hallway with your hands on your hips. "I'll have you know I am amazing at cooking...like three things."
Ryan shakes his head and gives you a semi serious face, dropping his voice to sound more stern. "You're never going to be a good housewife if you don't learn variety..."
"No...no fifties dad."
"Pssh, you love fifties dad."
You want to be annoyed but you're in too good of a mood and it doesn't go unnoticed.
"You're in a good mood...did someone get a good lay last night or something?"
You don't answer him but you do smile, you'll let him in after lunch is ready.

You both sit at your small table and eat in silence for a few minutes but soon enough you can feel his smug eyes watching you. "Sooo?"
"What?"
"Don't go there missy, you said you'd tell me. I want details!"
"Honestly, the last few nights have been so amazing."
"Spill bitch! What's he like in bed!"
"Well, we've not done that but god...Ryan his hands..."
"Hold on, you just said that the last nights were amazing...and you've not had his dick?"
"Hands and mouth have been plenty to get the job done."
"But you've not been on his dick..."
"Oh my god Ryan...seriously?"
"What? I don't doubt his hands are just amazing, look what he does for a living...and as far as that mouth is concerned...makes me sad he's not into guys..."
"I had his cock in my mouth too...."
Ryan doesn't say anything, he just stares at you for what feels like one long minute or a couple thousand before he puts his head in his hand and grins. "Oh really? Thought you weren't into that."
"I'm not...I'd never even considered it with my other boyfriends..."
"Did you make him beg for it?"
"No...actually I kind of let him..."
"Don't trail off now...what did you let him do?"
You feel a warm blush creep up your neck and cover your face. "I let him, you know..." you make an awkward gesture and when he raises a brow at you, you sigh heavily. "I let him fuck my mouth."
"Like...fuck fuck your mouth or?"
"Hands on the back of my head,nose against his stomach, holding my head down on his cock while he fucked my mouth Ryan."
You see him smile a bit and he makes a small noise before shivering. "Gotta love a guy that takes charge like that."
"I don't even know what came over me, we were in the shower and it just..."
"Oh honey, for not being a virgin you are so sweet and innocent with this stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"He seems the type, from what you're telling me, that is going to tie you to the bed and violate you in the most wonderful way. You'd let him do it too wouldn't you."
You nod, it's the truth.
"I bet you'd let him get off on your chest too, maybe even a bit of backdoor fun."
"Let's not get carried away here Ryan." Sadly though, in the back of your mind, you knew if he asked you'd probably say yes no matter how disgusting you found the idea.
"Oh, it's not that bad, I don't know why all you girls complain about it."
"Because we have perfectly functioning vaginas Ryan..."
He holds his hands up. "Topic for another day. Is he big?"
You shrug. You have no idea. "Bigger than all the other guys i've been with."
"He's not like...porn star big is he? I can't imagine that would feel good..."
"Not pornstar big...big enough though...big enough that I'm a little intimidated that it will hurt because it's been so long."
"I'd say if you're worried about it just tell him, he'll probably go easy on you...the first time."
You just smile, wasn't like the thought of him not being easy on you hadn't crossed your mind.

You'd spend a small part of your before bed ritual texting him, and for his part-because he was driving-he answered you back when he could. You'd sent the last text around ten and had promptly passed out, you woke up the next morning with a bit of a start because your phone lit up and buzzed so close to your ear that it woke you up. You sit up slowly and squint at your phone in the darkness, the first thing you do is check the time and to your relief you are far from being late but then you see the two or so missed texts from last night and open them up immediately. He'd texted you around eleven last night that he'd gotten to their destination and then the other text was from this morning...not that long ago actually. You don't really care that you have a stupid smile on your face when you type back a response and after you hit send you figure it's probably a good time to get ready, you have extra stuff that you have to get done today before work anyway.

Packing for the week really isn't hard, you know that you don't have a lot of room to use but it works out ok because aside from your work clothes you don't wear much else, you have maybe one or two things that you wear around the house on a regular basis and other than that you're more likely to walk around naked. You throw some things into a bag and put it on your bed before you disappear into your bathroom to get ready for the day, everything that you use you set aside on the counter so that you can go through it and decide what you would absolutely need because Keith would loose his mind if you showed up barefaced. The thought is tempting though, you had a secret pleasure out of pissing Keith off by not dolling up the way he wanted all his female employees to...you just had never been so big on makeup to be honest. You pick out the essentials of what you need and throw them in your bag also followed by a few hair clips before you zip up the bag and toss it onto your couch, walking back into your room to grab your work clothes. You sigh when you pull on your ill fitting shirt, you weren't looking forward to today...at least Ryan was going to be there you supposed...that was always a positive.

As soon as you walk in the door a few of the younger girls come up to you and give you a big hug, it takes you by surprise but you awkwardly return them and once they pull back you raise your brow at them.
"Is it really that bad when I'm not here or something?"
"You have no idea..."
You mentally roll your eyes, you do, Keith was a pervert of massive proportions and it wouldn't surprise you if he'd gone too far while you were gone. Sadly, you were used to him, and just as sadly you were used to being the focus of his bullshit too often, he almost didn't phase you anymore. "I bet I have a bit of an idea."
"Biiitch, get over here."
You want to laugh when you hear Ryan's voice from the breakroom and part of you forgets all the things you'd told him last night, you know he's heard worse or done worse so it never phased him. You move past the couple of girls and head into the alcove to see him sitting in a chair with his phone out absently scrolling through it. "Hey."
"Hey, just letting you know, he's on a warpath today."
"What for?"
"His favorite girl is back."
You shudder at this words but manage to keep yourself stoic on the outside. "I think I threw up a little in my mouth at that..."
"Trust me, I would to."
"Why the warpath though, wouldn't he be excited about if I really was a favorite?"
Ryan cocks a brow at you for a short minute before putting his phone down. "You wanna be his favorite?"
"I only want to be one person's favorite."
He smiles and you feel a blush creep up your neck slowly. "Yeah, lucky bitch."
"If you had a vagina and tits i'm sure he'd be interested Ryan."
"I think I can deal, so how is Sky today?"
"Not wanting to be here." You drop your things on the table and sit down heavily across from him, you really didn't want to be here today, you would have rather called in again and driven the hour just to be in the same place as Linton and you wouldn't have even cared if you'd have gotten fired...it would have been a blessing in disguise.

Unfortunately you don't get to work with Ryan today and Keith makes sure that you're moving around the floor enough...the few times he does catch you standing in one spot-wether you're busy or not-he reminds you that you need to be always be moving and after he turns his back you raise your middle finger to him. He'd been less than impressed that you'd taken vacation time and he'd begrudgingly given it too you because you'd went off on him about how you never called off or left him high and dry when he needed people. Mostly though, he'd been angry that you weren't here...he'd been pissed that you dared go off and be alone for a week, well, sort of alone. He'd probably loose his shit if he knew that you had been with another man, because even though you weren't the least bit interested in Keith...and you'd never even given him any reason to think that you were, he still was obsessively protective and in all reality it really was a good reason to quit. You never did though. You'd always needed the money and so you' put up with it and kept your distance as best you could. On the other side of that though, if Linton saw the way Keith was with you he'd probably have a few things to say about it...you'd not seen him angry, nor did you ever hope you did, but you had a gut feeling that if someone pushed him far enough he had a pretty bad temper.

Thankfully most of your day is spent doing busywork,you only have a handful of run ins with Keith, in which little is said other than he complains that you aren't working. Never mind the fact that you are indeed doing what he asked you to do ten minutes ago...you deal with it and go about your work because honestly he isn't worth getting into a fight with. Besides, you were so close to the end of your shift and being able to leave, to be in the arms and bed of someone you actually wanted to be with. Very quickly your eight hours go by and you find yourself by the timeclock along with Ryan and some of the other girls watching the second hand count down until you could leave...and once the clock turns to 8 you all punch out quickly and for your part, you race to the breakroom where you'd left your things. You pull on your jacket as quickly as you physically can before grabbing your bag and turning to leave, but to your dismay and irritation you see Keith standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

Keith was a man in his late forties, he wasn't anything to look at physically and if his personality was anything to go by he really didn't have anything going for him...he was a tall and skinny man that almost looked sickly, more than likely from the amount that he smoked on a daily basis. You were well aware that he had a wife and kids...kids that were around your age even...and it made his advances even creepier with that knowledge, understandably you were less than impressed when you found that you couldn't leave.
"Where you have to be in such a hurry sweetheart?"
"It's really none of your business."
"I like to know what my employees are up to."
"All you need to know Keith is that I have somewhere I need to be and you're going to make me late, so move."
He uncrosses his arms but doesn't move. "We missed you this week."
"That's what I hear...please move."
"I missed you this week."
You don't answer him but you give him a look that you pray isn't showing how uncomfortable you really feel right now. "Move."
After what feels like an eternity of you glaring at him he moves slightly, but only slightly enough that you can barely squeeze by, you brace yourself and push through the doorway ignoring his hand trying to grope at what he can. He'd never done that before and the severity of it doesn't really hit you until you're locked in your car...it was downright terrifying because despite the fact he looked like a good wind would knock him over, you knew for a fact that he was stronger than that and more than likely stronger than you. You shake it out of your mind before your thoughts turn to a more pleasant path, you occupy the bad thoughts with thoughts of the night ahead of you, hell even if there wasn't anything sexual to look forward to you could be just fine with it.

It doesn't take you long to find where they'd set up and thankfully, or not, they'd set up the little camp of mobil homes in a parking lot across the street from the actual area all the machinery and trucks were, it's not hard to find a spot to park and once you manage to get inside it's even less hard to figure out how they'd set up and where the rides were. Since it had been the first night there, it wasn't terribly busy and you didn't hesitate one bit when you walked up through the line to the gate, you ignored the cries of injustice from teenagers and kids telling you to not cut in line. You really only have one thought and that is to be wrapped up in a certain ride operator's arms, that was really all you wanted at the moment, and no matter how pathetic it sounded in your head you didn't care.

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You'd been fairly preoccupied all day with putting up rides and helping Henke and Gem put up their games...Gem was starting to get to the point she wouldn't be able to work the long hours and everyone knew it. Unless she got help Fox was going to get pulled from his ride to take over, which he was not happy about in the least. You had no idea sometimes how it was they managed to get together and even more amazingly how they managed to stay together, he wasn't by any means ungrateful for having a wife like her, but he certainly wasn't terribly supportive of her pregnancy so far. You shake your head and sigh to yourself, you'd been sitting here with a half full line for a few hours now and it's been hard as fuck to not get your phone out and start texting people to occupy yourself.You manage to behave though, and despite not texting her, you let your mind wonder to her every so often while you wait for people to show up. Normally the first night isn't busy at all and you're actually surprised that Pogo even has everything open but who are you to tell the man how to run his business. You get pulled out of your thoughts when you here commotion in the line and immediately the professional in you comes out when you turn around to see what is going on, it wasn't the first time that some self-important asshole teenager had thought they could cut line just because they wanted to and it was always a pleasure putting them back into their place, but instead you see a familiar head of red hair pushing through the others. You know she's been at work so you aren't surprised by her clothes as much as you had been the first time, but it never really fails to get you a bit excited when you see her hair up so nicely and her face dolled up. That wasn't to say you preferred it, because without makeup was how you liked her best...especially when she was close to orgasming...you stop that thought quickly before you feel a smile spread over your face and get up.

You can't recall ever being this happy about seeing a female before in your life...you love it, you don't falter one bit as you open the gate and let up up onto the platform where she walks over to her familiar spot next to the chair and makes herself at home. It had felt a little awkward before but now, it felt like she'd been doing it for years...like this was completely normal and a small part of you feels overjoyed at it but you keep yourself in check mostly. You had a few things planned this week...granted this fair went the way it had for years, you planned to actually put forth the effort and attempt some traditional dating. It had been a long time...years...since you'd tried to even think about pulling out the stops on dating, no girl had ever seemed worth the effort to try before and even though you'd already engaged in some interesting sexual antics with her you wanted more and you wanted to do it right. Once your line fills up enough you get the thing loaded and start it up before looking over at her, she's sitting there with the most content smile on her face and you pray that she really feels as calm as she looks, you want her to enjoy being here...being a part of this kind of life.
"Been boring all day?"
You shrug a bit. "A little, first day always is."
"Do you think it'll pick up during the week?"
"Probably, it usually does for a few days...the curfew kind of kills the fun." You chuckle.
"Ah...I forgot about that..."
"The curfew?"
"Yeah, I don't live here and I'm out of her by eight thirty or nine usually so..."
"Yep...10 comes around, everything shuts down for the night...doesn't matter if it's weekend or not."
"Do you know why there's a curfew?"
You pause before you answer, you'd never bothered to dig into why there was, it never had interested you before. "No actually, but apparently you do."
"Mhm...It was a big deal, and all the towns around here heard about it for weeks..."
"What happened?"
"A few girls went missing a few years ago...none of them had any history of running away, no evidence that they'd just left on their own...just disappeared."
"Damn..."
"they still have no idea what happened...everyone just assumes their dead since it's been so long."
"They have nothing?"
"Nope...not any closer than they were the day they got reported missing."
"So why a curfew? Doesn't seem like it would stop it from happening again..."
"The curfew is supposed to minimize the chance of anyone else getting nabbed in the dark of night."
"Would explain the police too I suppose."
"Bingo."
You stop the conversation long enough to unload everyone and when you see that barely anyone is in the line you sit down again and kick your feet up on the panel.

She doesn't say anything for a while and when you check your phone to see the time you feel just a small pull of nerves hit you, you'd never openly admit it but you were nervous about what you had planned tonight. It had nothing to do with getting in her pants and everything to do with just enjoying her being there, it wasn't anything spectacular but you had been hoping all day that she'd enjoy it.
"What time do you work tomorrow?"
"Nine or ten I think..."
"Good, I got plans tonight and need you to be able to stay awake."
"What kind of plans?"
"Not those kind...perv."
She laughs loudly and leans her head back against the railing. "Oh come on, like those aren't nice plans..."
"I mean, if it happens..."
"Uh huh...I'll believe it when it happens."
You tilt your head at her and smirk a bit. "So if I offered you...right now, to come over here and ride my cock you wouldn't believe I meant it?"
"You've not wanted to the last few times we've gotten that close."
She had a point. "I doubt I'd be able to say no this time if we're being honest here."
She doesn't answer you but she watches you for a few minutes, you can see the debate in her mind getting played out in her eyes and this is already not going the way you'd planned it too...you tell yourself to relax though, you can roll with just about anything that happens tonight.

When ten rolls around you shut down everything and once you see that the area is fairly clear of people you help her stand up and take her hand, leading her down the exit of your ride and back behind the other rides. There are a cluster of large semi trailers that house the generators for the rides, you lead her down the row of rides until you get to the second to last one, the snow express. Probably one of the cheesiest named and themed rides Pogo had in his stable...you hated putting the fucker up and hated tearing it down more...however, it had a flat area behind the back panel that was perfect for just chilling-no pun intended. Aksel was the one that usually ran it and he was usually the one that invited you all up to the scaffolding in the back to party a bit before the last day. You pull her around to the side and help her up on the small ladder, standing under for a few seconds in case she happened to fall off, it had happened before and you weren't going to risk letting her hit the ground from that high. Once you watch her pull herself up onto the flat surface you jump up and pull yourself onto the ladder, making your way up it carefully before reaching the top and pulling yourself up on it also.

Despite it being a mess of criss-crossing iron bars it's very solid and could hold all of you with no problems...it would be fine for whatever happened up here now. You look over at her and see her holding onto the back panel and looking down, but she doesn't look phased by the height which is relieving. You reach in the gap between the bars and the panel and pull out an old blanket you'd stowed up here when Aksel had put this up, it definitely would make things more comfortable. She sees what you have and raises a brow at you before offering a hand to help you lay it down over the scaffolding and once it's laid out you lay down on your back followed by Sky after a few minutes.
"Is this your thinking space?" She chuckles a little, full of humor.
"I come up here to be alone sometimes, and because the view is nice once everything turns off."
"The view?"
You don't have to be looking at her to know she's looking at you, probably with that curious face she makes. "Look up, it's fucking beautiful." You turn your head to look at her and when she looks up you can see the small smile on her face.
"It is...not often that you can see the stars around here."
"Too much light..."
"Mhm..."
You both lay there in silence for a while before she looks back over at you, you'd never stopped looking at her though. She smiles at you and turns onto her side so that she's facing you completely, it's hard to ignore the fact that her shirt gaps a bit and you can see her fucking bra...and suddenly like that you devolve about a million years and can't form words. It's sad really...it's just a bra. A bra you really really wish you could tear off of her.
"So romeo...was the plan to just talk up here?"
"Mostly...I mean I have some herb on me if you're into that but..."
She laughs. "You can if you want. I'm ok."
You debate for a few minutes before you decide against it, not tonight. "How was your day? Certainly not as boring as mine was I'm sure."
She shrugs and lays her head on her arm. "Boss was being a prick...other than that though, mostly just did busywork all day."
"Is your boss always a prick?"
"Mostly...I avoid him if I can...he's so creepy."
"Has he...done anything?"
You can see a flash of anger across her eyes before she frowns, but when she speaks it doesn't sound as angry as she looks. "No...thank god. Why would you think that?"
"I didn't mean to make you angry, it's just that when you have a creepy boss...it's not a hard leap to make to assume he's tried something."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off as angry...he's creepy enough and I can see why that would be easy to believe..."
You watch her for a long time, you can tell by her eyes that there isn't something she's telling you...you don't push it though...at least not now.
"It's cool...I can only imagine what they must be like though."
"It's...pretty uncomfortable."
She's not looking at you now and you want badly to reach out and turn her face back to you so you can see her eyes.
"I'm sorry, this is not really shit to be talking about when you're trying to woo me is it..."
"We can talk about whatever you want to talk about."
She nods but doesn't keep talking, after a few moments she moves closer to you and you hold out your arm for her, she puts her head against your shoulder and gets comfortable before you wrap your arm around her in silence.

"I've never done the whole...date thing you know."
"After what I've heard, it doesn't surprise me..."
"No, I mean...even before all of that. I have always been horrible at dates."
"How many women have you dated?"
You laugh, but there isn't much humor in it. "Like...two girls...one when I was ten and I barely would use the word date then. The other right before I turned sixteen."
"You joined your first carnival when you were sixteen though didn't you?"
"Yeah...I dated this girl for a year and lets just say...she got tired of me so she moved on. That helped me make the decision more easily."
"Why else did you leave?"
"It's...complicated."
You feel her turn her head to look up at you but you keep looking up.
"If you don't want to talk about it..."
"It's ok...I left for a lot of reasons. Most of all though was the fact I wasn't going anywhere in life."
"What do you mean?"
"I was failing school so badly there was no way I'd be able to keep up...I was just a punk...I had no direction in life and wasn't going to be doing anything great with my time here. So why keep going right?" You sigh, it's not hard to talk about it, but to admit it to someone that potentially could be with was a bit emasculating. "I quit school and my parents were not impressed by that...I haven't talked to them in years to be honest."
"Where are your parents now?"
"Last I knew...dad was back in Sweden...got a new wife and a kid, he looks happy...mom, she's still living in California. If we go west sometimes I'll go and visit her on the off season to see how she's doing but she never is very happy to see me."
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
"That you don't talk to them as much...and that your mom isn't happy to see you." She's quiet now and you want to sigh again because this was more of a drag than talking about her boss.
"She's disappointed. She expected a lot of things out of me that I never came close to..."
"It's not a reason to not be happy to see your son though."
You shrug. "I can't blame her though...if I had a kid that was worthless to society I'd be pretty bummed out when he came by too."
She sits up and looks down at you and that anger is back in her blue eyes, it's equal parts frightening and fucking arousing as hell. "You're not worthless. Why would you say that?"
"Look at what i do Sky...I'm a carny, It doesn't matter that I support myself, It doesn't matter that i've never done anything as bad as fuck girls and do pot. People outside of this job see us as being dirty, worthless, stupid, drunk and addicted to whatever is on the street. It's a fact of life and that is how everyone here is looked at." You meet her gaze. "Worthless."
"You're not to me..."
"I know...and I don't know why..." You have your head turned towards her but you haven't moved other than that, she's still sitting up and looking at you though. "I'm so happy that you came into my life, you know that...but what on earth do you see in me past a night of good fucking?"
"I don't know...everything...all of this just feels right..." You feel bad because her voice is so quiet, you've obviously hit a chord in her that you hadn't meant to.
"It does...I haven't had sex with you because that didn't feel right Sky...I want to though...but I don't want it to be a one time thing." When she doesn't answer you keep going. "I knew the minute that I saw you that I wanted you with me, in my arms, in my bed...making you happy in any way I could."
"When will it ever feel right though..."
"When it happens...I'm honestly tired of fighting it. I don't want to have this amazing thing with you and then have to go without it though. I couldn't do that."
"You've done it with other girls that I'm sure were better in bed than me...and you've been fine..."
You can feel yourself get a little annoyed, either she's intentionally missing your point or she hasn't understood you. "You aren't other girls Skylar! You're not just some faceless pussy that I want to fuck and forget. If I have you now, I'm not letting it go."

You both are quiet for what feels like forever before she pulls her lip between her teeth, you feel like you two have had this conversation a thousand times already and you'd thought that it had been clear what you wanted and what she was to you...she either was incredibly thick skulled, which you knew she wasn't...or she was in denial about it. Maybe she'd even had a boyfriend in the past that had made the same promise and had broken it because they were fucking boys that didn't know what they had with her.
"Who made you so hesitant to believe what a guy says about you?"
She digs her teeth into her lip a bit harder but doesn't answer you.
"What happened to make you have such little faith when someone tells you something like this? I understand my past isn't the most awesome to go by...but I swear to you that I mean every word i've said to you."
"Do you mean it?" It's so quiet that it hurts.
"Yes." It comes out a bit exasperated, you don't know how else you can convince her of how honest you were being.
"I mean it...Don't fucking play with me...Do you mean everything that you've said?"
"If I'm fucking playing with you then I'm one sick bastard and you should leave...but I'm not playing with you. How else can I possibly show you or tell you?"
She just looks at you, and after a few minutes you start to feel that things may have gone farther than you can fix...the most painful feeling would have been to know that you hurt her somehow but you were almost exhausted with pouring your soul out to her. You'd been nothing but honest with her, with everything, your past, your history, your job, your life...you wanted her to be a part of it so badly and you had realized by the end of the weekend..that you were willing to do so much for this woman. Anything you could. And the whole idea was fucking insane, after only a week of knowing each other, you just fucking knew though. You knew she was perfect for you...you just fucking knew it.
"You can show me..."
"I don't h-"
"I have the shot, I'm good for at least another year..."
"You don't know if I have anything."
"I've already had your cock in my mouth and in other places...I think it's a little late to worry about that."
She had a point...
"Besides, you said you always used condoms didn't you?"
You nod.
"Show me how serious you are about me then..."
"Are you sure?"
Her answer is to lean down over you and press her lips to yours and it's near impossible think clearly, you kiss her back and bring your hands up to her head, running your fingers through her hair. She pulls back and looks at you, her eyes are so dark...and when she speaks the lowness of it takes you by surprise. "I've never been more sure of anything."

You intend to be slow and sweet with her, you really do, but as soon as you hear her voice it's like a part of your brain shuts off entirely, she leans down to kiss you again and you pull her over top of you so that she's sitting on your stomach before you pull her down into a kiss that is much harder than before. It's hard enough that you hear her let out a small noise against your lips and it only pushes you more, you pull back a little and take her lip between your teeth as you slide your hands up her legs and over her hips pushing her down against you. You push your hips up against her and you can feel the shiver run up her back before you slide your hands back down to the skin of her legs and push them up under her skirt. Your hands slide back over her ass and you grip her skin tightly making her let out a surprised gasp and press her hips down into you hard. You lean up a bit and pull her into another kiss before you break it and put your head against hers.
"Not going to happen here..."
You give her skin another hard squeeze before you help her get off of you and it doesn't take long before you're on the ground and waiting for her to climb down after you...her skirt is still pushed up from your wandering hands and you have a very enticing view. You didn't give a fuck about the blanket, or anything else that might have been left up there...you wanted her now...you needed to be inside her like it was the most important thing you'd ever done. Once she reaches the ground you grab a hold of her and pull her the rest of the way down, she doesn't have a chance to react before you have her backed up against the metal of the backdrop and she wraps her legs around you tightly, keeping your hips pressed together.

You've literally never gotten to your camper as fast as you did that night, not even when you'd brought her back the first night...you're both turned on to the point that you don't care if you make it inside or not anymore and when you reach your door you try to use what little rational thought left in your head to fish your keys out of your pocket. She makes it hard though, while you try to get your keys out she proceeds to push you up against the outside of your camper and push her hand down your pants and you loose your focus when she wraps her hand around you and starts to stroke slowly, if that wasn't distracting enough, you can feel her teeth graze the skin of your neck and you feel like you've gone blank. You break out of your trance and pull your keys out before moving and pushing her up against the side just like she had, she lets out a small squeak and gives your cock a squeeze before she pulls her hand back and you rip the door open. She goes inside and you follow her closely and once you manage to remember how to close and lock your door you turn and find yourself getting pushed back into your couch, you had a very strong feeling that there wasn't going to be a ton of foreplay this time around...and it didn't feel wrong at all.

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You don't know what got into you really, you usually were all for the idea of letting Linton have his way with you, but you'd managed to get him to admit that he wanted this too and you weren't going to let him back out now...not that you really thought he could or would. You don't waste much time in pushing him down onto the couch and before you know it you hear your voice command him to take his pants off...you didn't ask, you fucking commanded he do it. And it was so satisfying to watch him comply...like a good boy that wanted to please. There is enough light coming in from the parking lot lights that you can see him...sitting there in his tshirt, bare from the waist down and his cock painfully hard because of you...it makes you feel something you'd not felt before and after a few moments you realize that you've been staring.
"Take off your shirt..."
He doesn't hesitate and before long he's sitting there completely naked and you appreciate the view...you'll let him do whatever he wants next time but tonight you want him buried inside you. You walk closer to him until you're between his legs, you unbutton your shirt and throw it behind you before you feel his hands slide up your legs to your skirt, he reaches behind you and rips the zipper down and pushes it down your legs and just like that his hands grip the skin of your backside and he pulls you over top of him. You brace your hands against the back of the couch and bite you lip when you feel his mouth against your ribs, biting you lightly before dragging his face upwards and pushing his face between your breasts. You push your hips down against his cock and you feel a shock shoot down between your legs hard enough you let out a low moan echoed by him. You feel his hands travel up your back to your bra and before you can think straight he has it undone and is tossing it behind you, mouth over one of your nipples. You feel his tongue move over it slowly before he sucks on it hard and you arch into it digging your fingers into the couch. One of his hands falls down your back and slips into your panties before he pulls on them a little and you move so that he can pull them off of you entirely, the same hand slides back up the inside of your leg slowly before you feel his fingers slide through your cunt.

He moves his mouth to your other nipple and gives it the same attention before he finds your clit and rubs at it slowly but firmly, you moan loudly and can't fight the way your hips move against his hand and his low chuckle isn't lost on you. He pulls back away from your chest and leans his head back against the couch before he surprises you and starts to rub his fingers against you harder and faster and you can't stop the high whine that escapes your throat and the way you all but grind your hips down against his fingers.
"Please..."
He doesn't answer you, he looks at you though and despite how dark his eyes are he manages to stop stroking you to reach down and hold onto his cock...he lets out a hiss when his hand wraps around himself and it makes you all the more eager to take him...you don't waste any time, you plant your knees firmly on either side of him and once you feel the head against you, you let yourself slide down over him slowly. You can't keep your eyes open, you don't even think you remember how to breath...you hear his breathing pick up the farther down you sink and before long...after you've felt every inch of him fill you, you hold onto his shoulders for some semblance of balance. Neither of you moves at first, you just sit there and enjoy the feeling of being completely filled at this point and it's only when he moves his hands to your hips that you feel how hard he's trying to keep still. You dig your fingers into his shoulders and sit up until he's just barely still inside you before you let yourself drop back down, much harder than you'd anticipated and you feel your back arch suddenly. You aren't sure if its the noise you make or the way you move on him but you feel his hands leave your hips and slide up your back until he's pulling you down to him and without warning he all but slams his hips up against you, and you moan loudly at it, you can feel his fingers digging into your skin hard as he does it again with the same reaction from you. It doesn't take long to get a rythym started where he pushes his hips up against you and you return the action by grinding down against him, you can't remember the last time sex even felt this good and you try to let him know but you can't form anything coherent...especially not when you push your hips down on him hard and you feel his hands fly down to your waist keeping you down against him.

He doesn't move though and when you manage to open your eyes to look at him, he has an unreadable expression on his face and you have to concentrate hard to form words he'd understand...you're very much distracted by the feeling of his cock pressing against a sensitive spot. "What?"
He doesn't answer you at first, you can feel his hands squeezing your skin absently and it feels so nice that you almost forget that you'd asked a question. "Get up...bed...now."
One of his hands comes up behind your head and he pulls you down into a rough kiss that almost literally takes your breath away and when he lets go of you, you do your best to climb off of him. It was a strange feeling walking back to where the bedroom was, you felt empty and a little curious at what he had in m ind when you got back there...you knew he was far beyond being horny if his voice was anything to go by, it was like he lacked the ability to make sentences, and fuck did his voice sound nice when it was low like that. By the time you get back to the bedroom you can feel him behind you but before you get a chance to turn around you feel him put his hands on your shoulders and push you forward so that you're bent over the edge, your arms holding you up. You feel his hands on your back, moving down past your waist and over the curve of your ass before come to rest at the inside of your thighs and you aren't sure if you can handle him teasing you right now. You feel him grip your legs and lift you so that your knees are on the edge of the bed and once you're sure you won't fall off you feel the head of his cock against you again, but he doesn't make any move to push into you. He just stands there behind you sliding the tip over you slowly and you let out a frustrated sound before you push your hips back against him, hoping that maybe he'd get the hint that you were in no mood to wait...he just chuckles and it's so low that you feel a shudder run up your back.

You feel him pull away and when you start to turn your head to look behind you, you feel him slide a few fingers into you, it makes you breath in sharply and thankfully he doesn't tease you much, he starts to move them quickly before he curls his fingers and you arch your back and let out a half squeal, pushing yourself back against his hand. You feel his free hand against your back before he does it again and this time you can't even make noise, whatever he found felt so fucking good that you were disappointed when you felt his hands leave you. It's short lived though, you feel him take hold of your hips and without hesitation you feel him thrust into you entirely, your arms shake and you moan lowly at the feeling, this is much deeper than he was before and you could feel everything...his pace doesn't stay slow for long though and too soon he's burying his cock in you quickly and you're loving it. You're not even remotely in control either, his hands pull your hips back onto him harder and harder and all you can do is moan and shake, gripping onto his blanket until your hands turn white...and then suddenly you feel him shift his weight behind you and when he slams his hips up against you again he hits something inside that makes you scream and loose your strength for a few seconds. You feel him lean over your back and put his face against your shoulder before he starts pushing into that spot hard, so hard that if it wasn't for his hold on you, you would have fallen onto your face. You hear him moan lowly against your shoulder before he bites at your skin and you feel your arms give out finally and he doesn't let up one bit, if anything he grips your skin harder and starts to ruthlessly fuck you and you'd be a damn liar if you said that you didn't enjoy it. Maybe this wasn't how he saw things with you the first time...but nothing had ever felt more right than what he was doing now, you were both too far gone to care about the romantic part of this all and right now all you both wanted was to get there, You feel him push into your pussy deeply before holding his hips against you and grinding against your spot hard, you fist your hands into his bed and push your face into your arm to try and not scream again but it doesn't seem to be something he's fond of. He gives your shoulder a sharp bite before taking both of your arms and pulling them behind you a little, leaving your face exposed and pressed against the bed.
"Let me hear...how badly you want to cum Sky."

He pulls back before he slams his cock into you hard, you arch your back and let out a half screamed 'please' that only gets more unrecognizable when he does it again. The harder he pushes into you the louder your noises get and you can feel that pleasant fire between your legs start to get out of control, and when he lets go of your arms and slides his hands around the front of your thighs, pulling your bottom half up a little and back onto his cock as brutally as he can you push your face down against your hand and loose it. You feel your mind go blank and your body tense up as your orgasm rips through you harder than you've ever remembered and distantly you can feel Linton give you a few more rough thrusts before he buries himself and follows you almost as violently.

You both stay like that for a few minutes, the only sounds being the combined heavy breathing and the sounds of the occasional car that passes by outside. You feel him slowly sit up away from you and when you feel him pull your hips backwards you put your feet on the ground despite how shaky they are. He keeps his arm around you as he lets himself slide out of you and yo can't help but let out a sigh at the empty feeing you have...you already know that you want to do this again...all of this. It takes a while to get both of your into the bathroom and a little more time to get both of you cleaned up enough to pass until morning, he frowned and said that the only water was at the front of the camp and it would have to wait till morning or it would be freezing, you didn't much care though. Neither of you cared about how much mess their was and after he helps you get back into bed he grabs a tshirt from the floor to clean up the small mess that had been inevitable. Once it's all said and done, you're curled up against him and his arm is around you a bit tighter than it had been earlier...you hadn't really expected this tonight but it had been amazing none the less.
"We'll have to do this again..."
"I told you, once I've had this...I'm not letting it go. I meant that."
"I hope so..."
He doesn't answer you but after a few minutes of silence you don't care, you pass out against him feeling more than content with life at the moment.