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It's only a fifteen minute drive to the park Skye has in mind, but his anticipation makes it feel quite a bit longer, even with the hand that's not on the wheel occupied with stroking and squeeing the nearer of Fred's thighs. The action is just as much to reassure his precious that he's safe outside as it is to entertain himself, but he doesn't have to say that. Every so often, he looks in the mirror to grin at Dia in the back, along with a picnic basket and Doompuff trying to run all over the car.
He skids into a prime parking spot -- racing another car for it and winning easily by virtue of reckless driving -- and turns off the engine. Just through a nearby gap in a short hedge is a small, picturesque little park, complete with duck pond and white blossoms raining slowly from trees.
"Here we are, loves. Let's get our motherfuckin' picnic on," he enthuses -- then snorts at himself, at how utterly domestic he's become.
He skids into a prime parking spot -- racing another car for it and winning easily by virtue of reckless driving -- and turns off the engine. Just through a nearby gap in a short hedge is a small, picturesque little park, complete with duck pond and white blossoms raining slowly from trees.
"Here we are, loves. Let's get our motherfuckin' picnic on," he enthuses -- then snorts at himself, at how utterly domestic he's become.