Unfortunately Not drunken round robin

[snarkgoddess]

Hearing the distinctive roar of an old muscle car, Xander turned to the girl who'd been fruitlessly hitching the same stretch of highway for the last couple of hours and, with some urgency, suggested, "We should step away from the road

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[snarkgoddess]

Settling reluctantly into the passenger side of the car, Xander almost flung himself out again when he realized that the driver had made no attempt to drive off with just the girl. Not good - so not good, but at least the windows weren't painted out.

Xander felt around with his feet, hoping to find something that could be used in some effort at defense. He found something under the seat with his toe.

Turning his best goofy grin on the driver, Xander asked, "Is there any chance we could make a rest stop? It's good for resting, and there just isn't much opportunity by the side of the road." Meanwhile, Xander wiggled around to nudge his find forward, hoping he mostly looked like a four-year-old with bathroom issues.

Flirty, even a little bit sultry, the girl smirked over at the driver, "This is quite the car. You compensating for something?"

Oh, man. The car? The girl was cute, and she'd made the endless waiting by the side of the road far more tolerable, but Xander couldn't help wincing at the comment even as his gut roiled a little at the sight of what he'd pulled from under the seat. A shotgun. Xander swallowed and hoped he'd live long enough for Buffy to kill him.

[varkelton]

She snuggled up to the one in the leather jacket. This one had potential, raw feelings of anger and betrayal all covered over with a cocky attitude, and he was definitely interested in the dork to her right... who suddenly tensed, his muscles rigid where their legs were pressing together. He was now oozing fear and asking for a rest stop.

This was going to be fun.

She turned back to the cocky one and licked a long wet line up his neck. He turned to her with a lazy smile on his face and she took the advantage, slipping her tongue past his lips to slide silkily against the inside of his cheek.

He was hers. One down, one to go...

[rivestra]

The forty-five slid out of Dean’s pocket as the chick’s tongue slid into his mouth. He brought it up smoothly, holding it back a hair’s width from her ribs, not wanting to interrupt her search for his tonsils.

He’d had them out when he was six, so it was gonna be a long search. His plan was to wait her out - not like it was a hardship - but Bathroom Boy chose that moment to find the thirty-aught-six under the passenger seat, so he shifted her back. She growled and the guy yelped when she landed in his lap.

Dean snickered and watched, forty-five close at hand, as they jockeyed for position on the seat next to him. He threw the car into gear and pealed out from the shoulder, issuing a silent apology to his baby for the treatment - the pissy look on the girl’s face when she collided with the guy was sooo worth it though.

Cradled solidly in her forgiving leather, Dean said, “Rest stop? I say let’s find us some pie.”

[varkelton]

Leather jacket threw her back and she landed in the other one's lap. Oh! He was a lot firmer than he looked. A smile pushed at her lips, and she struggled to keep it away and maintain her vapid appearance. Leather Jacket may know something was up, but Dork was still clueless, and the sex venom would be working on the other one soon enough.

It was time to get Dork into the game too. Struggling to untangle from one another, and she managed to wiggle around until she face-planted in his lap. Nice.

[snarkgoddess]

"Oh, um... Sorry, sorry, sorry," Xander gasped out, trying to phase back through the door. Trying and failing to pull her off his lap, he squeaked in a voice high with desperation, "You're um, much friendlier than you were before. You're a very cute girl, but I don't think I'm that friendly. I, um... All my friends are girls, you see, and I, um..."

Xander gasped as she made an excellent effort at persuading him not to pull her off his lap. "Romance! Romance is good. Totally underrated!"

[rivestra]

Dean chuckles to himself, watching them out of the corner of his eye. Whatever else she is - and she’s actually quite a whole lot of else - she’s determined. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, releasing his gun to readjust himself in his jeans.

The Impala revs unexpectedly, and Dean focuses on the road just in time to keep her on the road. She purrs for him as he straightens her out, and he strokes her dash, reveling in the low rumble of her perfectly tuned engine. He settles deeper into his seat, his erection nestled against the warmth of her leather and groans a little as her vibrations settle into his bones.

God he loves this car.

[varkelton]

She tugs up the bottom of Dork's pants and pops the top button of his jeans. He sucks in a panicked breath. She snorts, and her breath tickles across his stomach, making his firm abs ripple. Pretty.

He opens his mouth and sucks in a breath, probably to mutter a nonsensical protest again. She's had enough of that, so she puts her fingers in her mouth, sucks them in quickly before reaching up to shove them into his mouth. Mission accomplished.

[snarkgoddess]

Xander was really beginning to suspect that he'd been suckered from the beginning. Oh, God. He pulled his head back until her finger trailed across his cheek. Voice higher than it had been since it changed, he babbled, "I ate too many twinkies as a child. Inconsiderate of me, really, but I'd probably give you diabetes. A vampire with diabetes just wouldn't work, so if you'll just pull over..."

He fought his hands down to her shoulders, shoved hard and grappled desperately for the door handle.