[ UGHghhHghhghh. For all that he fucking hates this trip down memory lane, Billy is positively flushed from the sun, a brighter gleam to his eye. He's ditched the leather pants, his layers, the thick warm sweater Oksana gave him weeks ago in favor of a linen shirt that's practically open.
Where half the town is still suffering from weather shock, Billy bounced back in hours. He relishes the sweat on his brow. ]
You know how to ride one of these? [ Tuzik is freshly borrowed from Orest, chestnut coat gleaming and the morning deliveries already in his past. The glassblowers are still hiding from the sun and their furnaces. ]
[She’s turned a shift into a sundress, sleeves ripped off, buttons undone as decently possible. Someone has graciously braided her hair away from her neck.
The horse, is, hm. Yes. She’s chewing her thumb, trying to hide a grin. ] No. But, for the record, I don’t think you’ve ever been hotter than you are right now.
[ He can't stop looking at her. The way her skin's flushed, the way the dress cuts off. The boarding house is right there, he could fuck her in his room, her room, in the woodshed, but— swimming.
And he grins. Preens a little. That's what makes Tuzik chewing on his shirt collars bearable. ]
Come on, babe, I'll help you up.
[ Big words from a city boy who learned to ride by necessity a month ago. Tuzik's velvety nose nudges toward Jem before Billy can help her up. When he noses at Billy's arm, teeth bumping against his skin for a nibble, he says, "Knock it the fuck off." Not something Tuzik wants to do, but, Billy slides on the saddle in front of Jem, hand finding one of hers and wrapping it around him. ] Hold on.
[ Horse riding is bumpy. Luckily, on horseback, it doesn't take long at all to get out toward the lake. ]
[She squeezes around his middle, pressing her cheek into his back while she grins like a giggling maiden. For the first time, somehow, she feels properly medieval. Feels like some girl she might have seen in a painting, galloping off with some scoundrel or stable boy, bumpy ride or not.
It may not be a long ride, but Jem makes the most of it. Enjoys the heat of Billy's back, the slightly damp sweat that clings to her cheek, soaked through his shirt. She thinks about kissing it when the shirt is gone, maybe in the cooler depths of the lake.
When Tuzik comes to a stop, she peels herself reluctantly from Billy's back. Isn't quite sure how to get down gracefully, really. ]
[ He slides down first, turns, smiling coyly up at her. She looks hot, he thinks, even though horses didn't really do anything for him back home. Maybe because he'd never really thought about them after he turned eight and stopped playing cowboys on the playground. She looks wild, like something unreal, her braid loose, her shift sticking to her skin shiny with sweat. ]
I'm not gonna start with the m'lady shit, [ he promises. ] You'd have to go to Munson for that.
[ Still a sore spot. But maybe not so sore. Uncertain. But the quip comes easy, maybe from the sun and the warmth and how fucking good he feels getting his hand in hers, the other on her hip as he helps her slide down. Then he's tugging her toward the water. Off goes his shirt, boots too, and he's undoing his buckle with a jangle when he leers at her. ] Race you.
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Not that I'm calling your dad a bitch.
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I've got a history with Steves. Don't you have a fucking grandfather or something?
You don't want to name a little bundle of joy Kieran?
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Did a Steve break your heart?
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[ And... he's already lost. ]
He's just some loser from back home.
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Oh! King Steve! You talked about him at prom, right?
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Yeah. His suit was a fucking joke.
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We had a thing. I caved his face in and he hit me with a car.
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It wasn't like that and he wasn't like that.
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You can have the details. They're not exciting.
You ready?
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Wait outside.
[ UGHghhHghhghh. For all that he fucking hates this trip down memory lane, Billy is positively flushed from the sun, a brighter gleam to his eye. He's ditched the leather pants, his layers, the thick warm sweater Oksana gave him weeks ago in favor of a linen shirt that's practically open.
Where half the town is still suffering from weather shock, Billy bounced back in hours. He relishes the sweat on his brow. ]
You know how to ride one of these? [ Tuzik is freshly borrowed from Orest, chestnut coat gleaming and the morning deliveries already in his past. The glassblowers are still hiding from the sun and their furnaces. ]
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The horse, is, hm. Yes. She’s chewing her thumb, trying to hide a grin. ] No. But, for the record, I don’t think you’ve ever been hotter than you are right now.
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And he grins. Preens a little. That's what makes Tuzik chewing on his shirt collars bearable. ]
Come on, babe, I'll help you up.
[ Big words from a city boy who learned to ride by necessity a month ago. Tuzik's velvety nose nudges toward Jem before Billy can help her up. When he noses at Billy's arm, teeth bumping against his skin for a nibble, he says, "Knock it the fuck off." Not something Tuzik wants to do, but, Billy slides on the saddle in front of Jem, hand finding one of hers and wrapping it around him. ] Hold on.
[ Horse riding is bumpy. Luckily, on horseback, it doesn't take long at all to get out toward the lake. ]
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It may not be a long ride, but Jem makes the most of it. Enjoys the heat of Billy's back, the slightly damp sweat that clings to her cheek, soaked through his shirt. She thinks about kissing it when the shirt is gone, maybe in the cooler depths of the lake.
When Tuzik comes to a stop, she peels herself reluctantly from Billy's back. Isn't quite sure how to get down gracefully, really. ]
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I'm not gonna start with the m'lady shit, [ he promises. ] You'd have to go to Munson for that.
[ Still a sore spot. But maybe not so sore. Uncertain. But the quip comes easy, maybe from the sun and the warmth and how fucking good he feels getting his hand in hers, the other on her hip as he helps her slide down. Then he's tugging her toward the water. Off goes his shirt, boots too, and he's undoing his buckle with a jangle when he leers at her. ] Race you.
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you ever forget where a thread was going.... zooms forward...
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stranger things lore dump..... damn... cw: refs to for assault, threatening behavior and drugging
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ref to life with an abusive parent, and racism
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