Claudette stiffened as she heard the whirring of a chainsaw start up again. She'd been too late for the others, and now it was just her versus the Hillbilly.
She never knew just what to make of him-a large part of her time she spent against him, sh(more)e put towards watching him.
The Killers had all been human, at one point.
Would the Hillbilly be here, if he had been born a normal human?
The deformity stretching from his shoulder to his neck didn't seem like something the Entity would do. No, he had most likely been born like that. Claudette flinched as she watched him run into a fence. He smacked it with his chainsaw, and in those moments, Claudette simply sighed to herself and turned to sneak away.
What Claudette wasn't expecting to see beside Jake's body was the dandelion. So vivid was the spot of yellow that she nearly tripped over her feet in shock before hurrying towards the plant. She'd never seen one here, in a trial. She crawled towards it on her hands and knees, fingers twitching to just reach out and inspect the beautiful plant.
She was so distracted she failed to hear the footsteps behind her.
At least until she heard a noise that sounded like surprise.
Claudette gasped, turning and crawling backwards as she watched the Hillbilly step towards her-no, the dandelion.
He knelt down, then reached out for it.
He jumped at her voice. "If you take it, it won't grow. It...it'll die."
Like she was going to now.
The Hillbilly picked her up without any resistance. She let the tears fall freely down her face as he walked with her until suddenly he set her down-in front of the hatch.
She sobbed. The dandelion would live. So would she.(less)
"C'mon," Lance said, head tilted back against the bathroom door as he turned the maintenance lock, the metal giving a solid, satisfying click. Shiro leaned in, forearm pressed against the door beside Lance's head, brows drawn together as he furiously, silently reminded himself where he was and what he(more) was thinking about doing.
"May I remind you," Shiro said, voice strung tight with the last vestiges of his restraint, "I am at work. Matt is expecting me back soon."
"Matt's not the boss of you," Lance said, chewing on his lip and meeting Shiro's eyes with a sultry expression that he wore so, so well. Dammit.
"Actually, he is," Shiro said. Lance put his hand on Shiro's hip and guided him in closer. "His family owns this bar so yes, when I'm at work he /is/ the boss of me."
"Boring," Lance breathed. "Kiss me."
"I can't be doing this here," Shiro surfaced from the kiss breathing hard and fast. Lance grinned, his hand warm on Shiro's neck as he arched away from the wall.
"I can't," Shiro tried again, and made absolutely no effort to stop what he was doing, thigh between Lance's legs and hand down the back of his pants.
"You think about doing me on the bar," Lance said, reading Shiro like a book while his pants slid down slightly and Shiro puzzled out the logistics. "In front of everyone." He twirled his fingers in the loose end of Shiro's ponytail, thoughtful, /devious/. "That's not very sanitary, Shiro."
Lance let out a little delighted grunt when Shiro picked him up, bracing him against the wall. "In front of everyone," he repeated as he sank effortlessly onto Shiro's cock, legs tucking neatly over his hips.
"Lance, shut up," Shiro said, and when Lance smirked, kissed him again.(less)