Makayla Richberg (makknows) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-07-07 08:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, mak, mak x sabrina, sabrina |
Who: Mak and Sabrina
When: Evening, Tuesday, October 31st
Where: Halloween Fest on Main St.
Warnings: NSFW
Status: Complete
Sabrina was having a blast. She was getting to wear her flapper outfit one more time, Mak still looked hot in her gangster suit, and Main Street was pretty crowded with a bunch of people dressed up and having fun. It felt necessary and welcome after the past couple of weeks, and she was determined to forget everything else and enjoy herself tonight. Sabrina was currently eating a candied apple with one hand tucked into Mak’s. She wasn’t even sure what time it was and she didn’t feel like looking through her bag to find her phone and check. The sun had set and the stars were visible in the sky tonight. Autumn was definitely in the air, between the cool weather, the pumpkins lining the street and the smell of hot cider and popcorn. She was keeping an eye out for any of their friends, but there was so many people on the street that it was hard to see more than a few feet in front of her at times.
“Hunter is coming, right?” Sabrina asked, licking a bit of caramel off of her lip. “Or is he wandering around with Bash.” She wasn’t entirely sure if the two of them were hanging out in public yet, even as friends.
Mak was having a great time herself, being at the Festival all dressed up with Sabrina. They still looked incredibly sharp together, if she did say so herself, and she’d noticed more than one appreciative look aimed their way. She’d also noticed a few more judgemental looks, since they were being openly affectionate, but those rolled right off of Mak’s back. People could kiss her gangster ass if they didn’t like it, she was enjoying Halloween with her girlfriend. She reached over with her free hand to pull Sabrina’s candied apple over and lick off a bit of the caramel. “Uhh, I dunno? He said he’d probably come,” she said, shooting another look around herself. It was crowded, but that was okay. “I dunno about Bash though. Keep your eyes peeled for a pirate and Captain America.”
"I've seen a couple Captain America's already," Sabrina said. "Not Hunter though. Maybe they've snuck off somewhere to make out." She wouldn't have blamed them if they did. She couldn't imagine being into someone and having to keep her hands to herself in public. It made Sabrina grateful that Mak was out and proud of it, and that her parents didn't seem to mind having a gay daughter. "What'd you want to do now?" she asked before taking another small bite of the apple. "Pictures? Pumpkin painting? Rob a bank? Find a dark alleyway and make out like Hunter and Bash are probably doing?" She grinned and arched a dark brow at her girlfriend.
Mak had to roll her eyes and ‘ugh’ at the thought of Hunter and Sebastian just being somewhere making out, but it was good-natured. She understood it and they could do what they wanted, but they had to come up for air sometime, right? Sabrina’s words made her focus on her own here and now though, and Mak gave a laugh. Would it be hypocritical of her to actually go for the alleyway option? Probably. Did Mak really care? No. “I dunno, we took a bunch of pictures, and I don’t care much about pumpkins,” she said, flashing her girl a wicked grin. “So ... bank? And then make out in the alley? Or should we get pumped up with kisses first?”
Painting pumpkins didn't hold much appeal, neither did bobbing for apples given she had one already and she didn't feel like shoving her face in a barrel of water. Sabrina licked a tiny bit of caramel off her apple and then laughed. "I think if we go with the kisses first we'll just get turned on and forget all about robbing the bank. If we rob the bank first, we'll get turned on by the adrenaline for sure, but then we'll also have like... thousands of dollars, right? Does the bank even carry that much in this town?" She never carried cash anymore, or very rarely. She just used her card for everything. "I mean, either way, we can make out, right? Assuming the po' don't hunt us down in a shootout."
She giggled and hoisted the thick-rubber tommy gun replica she’d been toting around. “We can just pile all the money up and make out on the thousands of dollars,” Mak suggested. That sounded reasonable, right? Totally. “I mean, bank’s not even open right now, so it’ll be a while before they even know something’s wrong.” Nevermind that there were probably alarm systems and stuff to contend with. They weren’t really going to rob a bank, so it didn’t matter. Plus, banks from their era didn’t have digital alarms and stuff. “I’ll take care a’ya, toots,” Mak added, in the bad Chicago-gangster accent she’d been turning off and on all night long. It made her wish she’d thought to bring a fake cigar or something.
Sabrina was about to respond, but the silly remark was lost in her mind, along with just about everything else. She seemed to be thrust into a bad situation. People were starting to shriek and run about, some growling - especially the little ones and running with their hands, or claws, up in the air. Sabrina gasped, her half eaten apple falling to the ground beneath her. "What is happening?" she shrieked before reaching out to grab Mak's hand. "Everyone is plastered! Let's blouse, baby!" Sabrina had no idea what was going on, but she wanted out, somewhere her baby would take care of and protect her.
Mak felt something fundamental shift too, though she couldn’t have said what it was. ’She’ couldn’t really say anything though, because she wasn’t a she at all. He was Mak, a tough and feared gangster, and he had to look out for his dame. Face hardening, Mak looked around behind them at the commotion that was starting. He couldn’t locate the source of it, gun muzzle raised to the sky, and getting Sabrina to safety was top priority. “Come on, follow me,” he said gruffly, and started to jog away from the crowd, pulling his girl with him. “Where’s a dimbox when you need one?” he added in a sour mutter. The street was empty of taxis, seemingly blocked off for whatever festival this was. Mak led the way down the street, away from the lights, and ducked them into an alley between buildings. Pushing Sabrina behind him, he stuck his head out to look up and down the street, tommy gun at the ready.
Sabrina was scared, but she felt safer with Mak. He would protect her from the hooligans running amok in the streets. She gripped Mak's hand tight, her heels clacking on the pavement. The alley was dark and dingy, but no one else was there, giving her the opportunity to breathe. "All of these oil-cans have gone crazy," Sabrina breathed before burying her face in the back of Mak's neck. The initial fear made way for something else, something more mischievous. "Let's take advantage of it, honey, hey?" No one was really going to mess with them, not with that gun in her baby's hand.
Mak had been on high alert, watching for some cad to try and follow them. They would get a lead sandwich for their troubles. But his whole mood changed when he felt Sabrina’s hot breath on the back of his neck. Those words made him grin, and he leaned back and turned to face his girl. Nobody seemed keen on pursuing them anyway. “C’mon baby, gimme some cash,” he murmured with a grin. Mak slipped his free arm around Sabrina’s waist and leaned in to kiss her. The adrenaline made it even sexier than usual, and that was saying something.
Sabrina giggled before she wrapped her arms around Mak's neck and kissed him. She felt safe with her man, especially with him carrying that big ole' gun. She kissed him long and slow before purring deep in her throat and rubbing the toe of her heel against his ankle. "Think of the loot we could take with everyone gone crazy. What'd you think?" Sabrina couldn't steal anything all by herself! She needed him there, to make sure no one caught them. Then again, she was also okay with just driving him a little crazy right there in the alleyway. It was a different kind of dangerous that got her heart pumping with exhilaration.
The banks were closed this time of night, and most shops probably were too, but Mak was willing to bet they could break a few windows, slip in through a few back doors, snag a few cash registers and diamonds and radios ... but his dame was even more appealing at the moment. Mak gave her a wolfish grin and backed her up until she was up against the brick wall. “You got all the loot I need, babydoll,” he murmured, dipping his head in to kiss at her pretty throat. Mak ran his free hand down the curves of her side in that tight dress and nudged his thigh between her legs.
Sabrina giggled again and gripped Mak's sides. His lips felt so nice against her skin and she closed her eyes and arched her neck to give him encouragement. She had forgotten all about the mess in the streets, even though she could hear a bit of the chaos in the distance. The world had gone mad! But she had her baby, and that's all that mattered. He would never let anything happen to her. Sabrina purred when he pushed his thigh between her legs and she felt a sharp thrill shiver down her spine. "Someone might see us," she whined, though she made no attempt to push Mak away from her. She only did that when she wanted to play hard to get and she felt like getting gotten right now.
If anybody tried to mess with them, Mak would just mow them down. He wasn’t worried. He was king of the world, pretty much, doing whatever felt right whenever he wanted. And right then it felt oh so right to be pressed up against his girl, even in a dirty alleyway, making her girl purr like that. “Like you care about that,” he chided smoothly, grinning for a moment before he went back to nibbling and smooching her neck. Mak brought his thigh up tighter against her body, loving how warm it was even through a few layers of clothing. “You like livin’ dangerously, don’cha? My little tart.” Mak leaned his tommy gun against the wall where he could grab it quick if he needed it, then settled his hands on Sabrina’s tits for a squeeze.
Sabrina inhaled sharply at the added pressure of his leg pressed to intimately against her. She felt all shivery and his lips were doing wonderful things to her neck. So wonderful that she barely remembered they were outside in a dirty alley. Her dress was riding a bit too dangerously up her thighs now and Sabrina couldn't help but slap Mak lightly against his cheek. "Watch your mouth. I ain't no tart," she protested with a more sincere whine in her tone now, even if what he was doing did feel good and she didn't really want him to stop, but she wasn't no loose woman and she deserved some respect, didn't she?
The little slap just gave Mak a little thrill and made him grin. “‘Course you ain’t,” he murmured soothingly, nuzzling her neck. His hands flexed on her breasts again, and Mak was having to work to quell the urge to just start pulling her dress off then and there. Everybody out there sounded so distracted, who would know? “I meant just for me, baby, just for me.” He kissed his way back to her lips so she would stop talking and they wouldn’t get into a row. Plus her lips were just pillowly and perfect. Mak pushed his thigh some more against her, liking how she gasped at that a moment ago.
Sabrina's pout was covered by Mak's mouth and she kissed him back, unable to help the writhing of her hips. It added a bit of friction between her legs, rubbing against his thigh and she was becoming less worried about anyone running by or spotting them. Maybe the whole world was on fire, but that was okay, because so was she. Parting her lips, Sabrina stroked her tongue against Mak's. She slipped her hands around his waist, moaning softly at how nice he felt. She worked on getting her hands under his jacket, just to pull him closer against her.
Mak loved to get her all hot and bothered, especially out in public. They had some privacy in their shadowy little corner, but the danger of getting caught really put the icing on the cake. Sabrina felt like putty in his hands with the way she was rubbing on his leg. He gave a low groan back, moving one hand down lower to where his thigh was pressed. Mak tugged the front of Sabrina’s skirt up a little higher and slipped his fingers between their bodies so he could rub her proper through her skivvies. He thought he probably shouldn’t whip his jimmy out to get inside of her, much as he wanted to, but that didn’t mean he had to leave her hanging.
Sabrina sucked in a soft breath, startled at the feel of his fingers, but she wasn't complaining. "You're such a bad boy," she murmured, her lips curving into a sly smile. Gripping his hips, Sabrina moved her hips against his hand, not caring at all now that they were outside. It felt dangerous and boy, did it get her heart racing! Whether it was from the arousal or just the possibility of getting caught being so naughty, Sabrina didn't know, and she really didn't care. It felt too good to stop now.
“Mmmhmm, for my good girl,” Mak purred back. It was delicious to do this to her at any time, but especially when they could hear people in the distance. It was naughty and dirty and perfect. The heat and dampness through her panties was tantalizing, and Mak was tempted to pull back and drag her home so they could really get down to business. ... but he wanted to see if he could actually get her off right then and there. “Quiet now, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, pulling back so he could watch Sabrina’s beautiful face. Pleasure just made her even more lovely, and the way she humped against his hand made all of his insides feel warm and throbby.
Quiet? How was she supposed to stay quiet when his hand felt so amazing through the thin material of her panties? Sabrina's eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall as she rubbed herself against him, working up right kind of rhythm with the right kind of pressure. Anytime she felt like her moans were getting too loud she bit her lip and whimpered softly in her throat. Soon her hips were rocking harder, her hands gripping Mak's shoulders as she worked herself toward oblivion. "Baby," she breathed. "I'm gonna..." Oh, no, it was impossible to be quiet now and Sabrina released a hoarse shout of pleasure as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her entire body felt tense and shaky until she could only slump against Mak, tiny moans escaping her lips now.
The order to be quiet was more for Mak’s benefit than anybody else’s -- he enjoyed flexing that sexy sort of power over her. She was so headstrong, a real firecracker, and he liked to make her listen sometimes. That being said, when she did make a noise, it was hot as the dickens. Mak rubbed and watched her face until she imploded, then grinned fiercely and didn’t let up until she was done. With finesse, of course, since he knew her body about as well as his own. His sweet, sassy girl. When it was all over, Mak took his hand back to help support her, turning his face into her hair to smell her and give her a smooch. “Come on, baby girl, let’s get shakin’,” he murmured after a few moments of breath-catching. “Best not to stay in one spot too long tonight.”
Oh, how was she supposed to move now? And back into all of this chaos? "Let's go somewhere more private," Sabrina murmured, smiling as she leaned in to nuzzle him. "Then I can make you loud and crazy too." Somewhere private and safe. As exciting as getting off in public was, people were still going a bit nuts out there, and Sabrina didn't want to get hurt. She took Mak's hand and pushed away from the wall to follow him wherever he decided to take them. He would protect her no matter what, she knew that much. Everyone else better just watch their backs.