knovak (knovak) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-06-12 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | #january 2018, chris, chris x kenzie, kenzie |
Who: Kenzie and Chris
When: late afternoon, Thursday, Jan 25th
Where: Out and then Juniper Inn
Warning: Turns NSFW
Status: Complete
It had been a long night and then a long day that followed, and by the time Chris got back to Juniper with Kenzie, he was bone tired. His instruments had started freaking out the night before as the wind storm picked up outside. It had been obvious that something had been going on, but Chris had already been in bed, and he’d found it difficult to care about what sort of supernatural bullshit was raging outside. Continuing to laze around in bed and mindlessly watch TV was a much more appealing option ... until everything stopped. The quiet that fell over the town and in his room at the inn sort of changed things. Within another couple of rounds of commercials, he was feeling more awake and focused and just better in general. It hadn’t taken him long to get to Kenzie’s room to consult with her and to find that she’d been feeling much the same thing.
They’d spent a mostly-sleepless night together, then gotten up early in the morning to start investigating. The town was halfway to a disaster area, and not the easiest to navigate. It had taken a while to pinpoint the source of the readings Chris was getting on various machines, so much of it was scattered and strange. And fading, it seemed, as the measurements gradually got smaller and smaller the more time went on. Eventually it led them to a section of the road that wound its way out of town, a string of abandoned cars lining the shoulders. Chris and Kenzie got out and followed the readings to a clearing in the woods that had been cordoned off by yellow police tape. There turned out to be a lot to find there -- patches of burnt ground of various sizes, chunks of ice, so many footprints Chris couldn’t tell how many people had been there, a lingering smell of ozone. The first glob of the black goop led Chris to find many others, and he took samples from around the whole clearing. It was the same stuff he’d found at the school, he was ninety-nine percent sure.
Once they’d gathered all the evidence they could, the two of them headed back to Juniper. Chris was feeling tired and muddy and a little baffled by everything they’d observed. Something big had happened, and while part of him wished that he’d seen it personally, he was mostly glad he hadn’t been there for whatever had gone down. He glanced over a Kenzie in the passenger seat of their SUV as they neared the center of town again. “Wanna pick up a bite to eat?” he asked.
As soon as they had climbed back into the SUV, Kenzie had pulled out her tablet and was starting to enter information. Her glasses were perched on her nose, her brows furrowed in concentration. She had seen some weird things in her time with the agency, but this was huge, at least in terms of potential... potential, what? Alternate universes? Some kind of parallel world? She didn't really know. Hell, it could be something they had never even imagined before. Kenzie wanted to know more, but all they had were the collected samples, photos and readings and it would take a while to really compile all the data. It irked her a little that they would probably have to send a lot of it to Atlanta, because they couldn't really do the testing here. But she desperately wanted to be part of the process.
Belatedly she realized Chris had asked her a question and she glanced at him distractedly. "Hmm? Oh. Um... sure. I could use some coffee." Kenzie returned her attention back to the tablet in her lap. "All of those abandoned cars. I'm putting their license plate numbers into the database to get names. And the black substance that we found in the school... how did it end up way out here." She was talking more to herself now, trying to prioritize all of the questions in her head. "I wonder if there are any witnesses who fled after it happened... what it was." It was definitely something though. Something huge. There had been too much lingering activity in the air and too much left behind.
Chris could tell as soon as they’d really started to look around that Kenzie’s wheels had started churning like mad, and he doubted they would stop anytime soon. He envied her creative intelligence sometimes -- it always took him quite a while and lots of going over the evidence to start to form theories. Kenzie had the kind of mind that could piece shit together easily. It made her a great partner, really. He just wished she knew how to turn it off sometimes. Not right then, obviously, but sometimes. Aware he wouldn’t get much helpful input, Chris picked a place with a drive thru and took a right turn to get into the parking lot. Some subs to go or something simple was enough. “I did find some prints leading away from the scene,” he said to Kenzie in the meantime. “I took a few pics. All that mud out there was so jumbled up though, it was hard to track anything. But I bet somebody walked away from it.”
It was difficult to turn off her brain sometimes, even when she knew she should. That was probably one of the reasons why she failed at having a social life, or a romantic one. Her mind was almost always on work. "I want to find out who. If we have eyewitnesses in town..." She trailed off thoughtfully and then saved her work and turned off the tablet. That was assuming they lived in Point Pleasant and hadn't run off. Without the distraction of her tablet, Kenzie realized they were heading for a drive thru. Food. Her stomach gurgled in appreciation, reminding her that it had been a while since she had eaten. "This could be huge, you know? They might want to quarantine the town. What if it's too much for just us. I've never seen anything like this before." She was exhausted, but excited. "I think we eat, get some rest and then start tracking down people to talk to. What do you think?"
Chris wasn’t sure if Kenzie’s ‘get some rest’ meant taking a quick nap and then hitting the bricks again, or getting started fresh in the morning or what, but his body desperately wanted to sleep. Or at least get off of his feet. He’d lost track now of how many hours they’d been up, but he felt like he’d only gotten a couple hours’ sleep at best the night before. At the same time, he knew time was often of the essence, and the trail was already going cold on ... whatever this had been. “Sure, that sounds good,” he told her. Chris would get his ass up and be a good partner, no matter how he was feeling. “And if it’s too much for just us ... HQ will send more agents. We’ll just have to see what they say.” He wasn’t eager to blow any cover they had in Point Pleasant with a full-on quarantine, but those decisions went way above Chris’s head. “What kinda sub you want?” he added as they pulled up to the restaurant.
"There's so many other things going on here that I'm really hoping they don't send anyone else. I want us to figure out this town on our own." Kenzie figured they could rest as long as they needed to. She didn't want to go back out into the thick of things while she was this tired. It made for sloppy work, and Kenzie was not sloppy. When Chris asked her what sub she wanted, Kenzie thought for a minute before shrugging. "I want the meatball sub. Extra cheese. Please," she added with a smile. She wanted something filling and hot. Meatball subs could be messy, but whatever. She was now more than a little hungry. She figured she ought to get a salad with it too, but fuck it. Regret could come later and she could always go for an extra long run later.
Chris had to smirk a bit -- ‘this place is super complicated and weird so we have to do it ourselves’ was such a Kenzie attitude. He kind of loved it. It did sort of seem like their own personal project, their baby, and that nobody else should get their dirty hands on it, even if some days he felt like they needed the backup. But the Agency hadn’t taken much interest in this town before they’d been sent there ... at least as far as any open records would show. “A woman after my own heart,” Chris murmured before he leaned out of the car window to put in their order. Once they had their food and were back on the road, he glanced over at Kenzie again. “We oughta take blood samples from ourselves too,” he suggested. “Might not show anything anymore, but we were definitely affected by something during all this. All that lethargy the past couple days ...”
Kenzie sipped the soda that came with her meal before arching a brow and glancing at Chris. "Good call. I didn't even think of that." It was possible that their blood wouldn't show any abnormalities, but it was smart to test it to make sure. "I think if we're going to be here much longer we ought to request some more equipment." It drove her crazy that they could take these samples and not test them here. Kenzie hated sending things back to Atlanta, because then she had to be pushy in order to get the results. "One thing is for sure though, whatever is affecting the town isn't contained to just the town itself. It's happening around the perimeter. I wonder how wide." They had time to figure that out, but Kenzie pulled out a pen from her coat to quickly write it down anyway, just so she wouldn't forget. "How are you feeling now, though? Besides hungry. No lingering lethargy?"
“Maybe once they see we’ve found more black goo, they’ll be more likely to approve that kinda request,” Chris said and gave a low chuckle. The Agency was notoriously stingy with expenditures on missions they didn’t deem as very important. Chris wasn’t sure yet if that was what they thought about Point Pleasant, but having been there for a while now, he knew they were wrong if they did. He had a feeling they would know it too, soon. “But no, uh ... I mean, I’m wiped out from staying up all night last night, but it’s a different kind of tired, you know? I feel more awake than I have in days. What about you, how are you feeling?”
"I feel fine," Kenzie said. "A little tired, but I think a lot of that is grogginess from being out of it for the last couple of days. I want to know what knocked us out like that and why." And that clearing in the woods outside of town probably held the answers. She had noticed more people out and about today than she had before she and Chris had become too exhausted to leave Juniper. Kenzie wanted to talk to the Sheriff and she made a mental note to try and corner him tomorrow. He would probably be pretty damn busy today. Assuming he wasn't one of the owners of those abandoned cars they'd found. Of course, to him she was just a "journalist", but Kenzie could be pushy when she needed to be. "I'm going to go see the Sheriff tomorrow," she said. "While everything is still fresh. We'll probably know more than he does, but I want to know if he's aware of anything going on here, or if he's one of those cops who likes to deliberately keep his head in the sand."
“Or he’s somewhere in between and just won’t want to tell you anything,” Chris added with an amused little huff. Kenzie was good at interviews and ferreting the truth out of people, but he had to think that a sheriff in this sort of town was good at keeping secrets. Unless the man was a total blind moron who had no idea what was going on in this town. As cartoonish as that might’ve been, Chris had seen incredible denial in action first hand. “You want me to go with you? Just in case he’s a sexist small town bastard?” he asked, glancing over at her. He was only half joking. They hadn’t spoken to many authorities in town yet, so he wasn’t sure what kind of law-enforcement culture this place had. Chris had thought a few times about going down to the volunteer fire station to chat those guys up too -- they probably saw as much crazy shit as the cops did, and they might be more inclined to talk to a fellow firefighter.
That was true too. It was possible Barrett would remain tightlipped and unhelpful, but that was okay. There were deputies too. Deputies she could track down, maybe in a bar, buy them a drink and get them to talk. It wouldn't have been the first time. With her pen still in one hand, Kenzie brought it up and chewed on the cap briefly before shooting a mildly amused look in Chris's direction. "You don't think I can handle a sexist small town bastard?" She knew it was possible Barrett was a total asshole, but it was what it was. Kenzie hadn't heard any disparaging stories about the PPPD except that they didn't have a very high percentage of solved crimes. And that made sense given how many of those crimes were probably unexplainable to the general public.
“Oh I know you can handle one,” Chris told her, genuinely amused now. “Whether he’ll want to talk to you after you rip him a new asshole ...” He snorted and turned into the Juniper parking lot. He was more than ready to take his boots off and stretch his legs out. It had been a long day on top of a long night. “But naw, maybe he’s cool, who knows. I haven’t heard anybody bitch about him or the force in general, have you? Or talk about their kook sheriff who believes in ghosts, so he’s probably a skeptical kinda guy. Record him if you can, I’m interested to hear him talk.” He pulled into their usual parking spot and cut the engine. “Maybe I’ll go talk to the hose jockeys, chum around a little, see if any of them have any relevant stories.”
Kenzie blew a soft raspberry between her lips. She tried really hard to stay on the good side of law enforcement when they were on a job. But... well, some of them made it really difficult. "Well, I know he's divorced and has two kids, one of whom lives with him. He's been in this job for over five years, so people must like him enough to keep electing him. Unless there's no one else who wants the job and they have no other choice." Grabbing her things, she chuckled and carefully pushed open the door, careful not to spill her drink. "But no, I haven't heard anyone say anything bad about the PD around here. Maybe I'll ask around a bit too, see if I can get a better feel for Barrett before I go talk to him. I fully support you talking to the... hose jockeys, as you call them. I won't offer to go with you because I'm sure you'll have it all under control. I would just be a distraction." She batted her eyelashes and then shut the door to carry everything into the inn.
It wouldn’t have surprised Chris to learn that nobody else wanted to be sheriff in Point Pleasant. If that was the case, he truly felt for Barrett. It was an oversimplification to say ‘well just move,’ because it seemed that almost everyone who left this town ended up coming back. Chris had heard too many stories to think it was easy to leave. He would think having kids made that even harder. Chris climbed out of the vehicle with his own hands full and chuckled at Kenzie’s lash-batting. “Distracting for me, or for them?” he asked with some amusement as they walked in through the doors. “I know you got a thing for firefighters, Novak, but if you’re gonna saunter around and mess up my interviews, I’ll totally leave you behind.” His tone was a teasing warning -- he knew she would never be so unprofessional, and honestly Chris was pretty sure she wouldn’t take anyone else to bed while they had a thing going. But he still liked to give her shit, it was fun.
"Hey, if anything I would get information from those guys they'd never give to you." Kenzie smirked. "I'd just have to pinpoint one or two of them who think with their you-know-whats. Easy peasy." It was nice being inside again. The inn was always warm but for a draft here or there and she found she was getting... used to being there. It didn't feel like the usual, generic motels where Kenzie woke up every day wishing for her comfortable apartment back in Atlanta. They had already been in Point Pleasant for a month, but it felt longer somehow. As they started up the stairs, Kenzie glanced at Chris with a raised brow. "Have you ever slept with someone to get information for a case before?"
“I’m willing to bet that would be a good ninety percent of them,” Chris said with an amused snort. Having spent a lot of time in many firehouses, he knew what kinds of guys were drawn to that job and how they talked to each other. And Kenzie was hot. At least he thought so. Thinking about it, he felt a twinge of something that wasn’t quite jealousy, but close. Had the situation actually been in front of him, he might’ve been irked by it, at least. That said something, didn’t it? Chris rolled his eyes internally at himself -- he didn’t need to retread that ground, especially not on a night when he was tired as hell. His brow quirked at Kenzie’s question and gave a soft laugh. “Uh, no,” he said as they climbed toward their floor. “It usually doesn’t work that way for dudes. At least not with women. And no, before you ask, I’ve never slept with a guy for information either. ... we stayin’ at my place or yours?”
Kenzie opted not to tell Chris that it worked that way for some women. He was good looking and charming, when he wanted to be. Not that Kenzie was condoning that kind of behavior. It wasn't professional in the least, but she knew for a fact that some of their colleagues had used "any means necessary" to get information from witnesses, or authority. Besides, Kenzie could admit that she had asked him that question because she was a masochist who was maybe slightly curious about his prior sex life. It was absolutely none of her business and she knew it. Sipping her drink to clear her throat, she motioned toward her door on the right. "Mine. I have some notes to type up and I don't want to drag things across the hall." It wasn't really lost on Kenzie that they were occasionally sleeping in one another's room when sex wasn’t involved. But it felt like a bad idea to question it out loud, especially to Chris. "And for the record, you could probably sleep with any guy you wanted, if you were into that."
“Don’t think I didn’t think about it after my divorce,” Chris said lightly as they headed toward Kenzie’s door. He wasn’t really serious -- he might’ve drunkenly bitched that women sucked and men were surely easier to deal with, but he’d never really been attracted to the male form, so it was either women or celibacy for him. Chris had gotten less bitter as the years went on, thankfully. He was aware that he was attractive to a lot of people, and while he may have flirted his way into some information here and there, he’d never outright fucked anyone for it, and didn’t plan to. Something about it felt dirty, in the bad way. Maybe that too would change someday, he didn’t know. In any case, he wasn’t thinking about it much as they went into Kenzie’s room and locked up behind them. Chris set the food down on one of the nightstands -- the desk was fully occupied, because this was Kenzie -- and set his backpack down with a sigh of relief. “I’m starving, but I need a fuckin’ shower ... do you mind? Or wanna join me?”
Kenzie slipped her bag off her shoulder to set it down on the desk chair. Her wool hat came off next and she tossed it on the bed before unzipping her coat. "I'll join you," she said, because a hot shower sounded pretty freaking divine at that moment. She was in good shape but they'd been working all morning and it was cold outside. Her muscles felt a bit tense and her body was still chilly. The shower was big enough for the both of them and if they showered together, then they could eat together too. Her sub might end up a bit more lukewarm than hot, but Kenzie didn't care. "Do you want to grab some clean clothes from your room, or are you okay with what you've got... unless you want to lounge around naked, then that's fine too." Grinning, Kenzie sat on the edge of her bed to untie her boots.
Chris glanced down at himself -- his clothes were dirty from tromping around in the woods, naturally, and in spite of the cold he knew he’d sweated into his boxers, which made them unappealing to put back on once he was clean. He really needed to leave some pants and t-shirts over in Kenzie’s room for situations like this. “I mean, I’m down for naked lounging, but crossing the hall naked in the morning probably wouldn’t be appreciated,” he said with a lopsided grin. “So yeah, I’ll be right back. Go ahead and get the water running if you want.” He hadn’t even taken his coat off yet, so it was no big deal to dig his keys out of his pocket and head for the door. A quick trip down the hall and back, and then he could get naked and get some relief for his tired body.
Kenzie was about to point out that she was pretty sure they were the only guests in the inn, but that wasn't likely to be true. Nick was still around and she thought she had heard music coming from a room down the hall earlier. Of course, that could just be another ghost. When Chris slipped out of the room, Kenzie finished undressing, setting her dirty clothes in the small travel hamper she had brought. Walking into the bathroom she was met with a brisk draft that made her shiver, but Kenzie was used to it by now. As quickly as it wrapped around her, it was gone and Kenzie had long since given up on trying to find the source of it. There were no windows in the bathroom and it never came from the vent. It was just one of those things... and maybe she would do a deeper reading in her room to see if something unnatural was lurking, but probably not until she and Chris were getting ready to head back to Atlanta. Tugging the ponytail holder from her hair, Kenzie turned on the shower taps, waiting until some steam began to rise before she stepped into the tub to start getting her hair wet. She had read somewhere that cold showers were healthier for skin, but screw that.
Chris left his heavy coat in his room and snagged his toothbrush along with his clothes. He rarely saw anyone else at Juniper, aside from the girl at the front desk who always seemed to be there, face in her phone. But he knew Nick was around, and he just always got the feeling they weren’t alone. That didn’t always mean living human company, of course, but still. It was good policy not to traipse around naked too much. He locked his room up and returned to Kenzie’s, his stuff rolled up in his hand. He never minded staying over in her room, being a guy made him much more portable. Women always seemed to need so much extra stuff. He stripped down, smiling faintly at the sound of the running shower, then went into the steamy bathroom. Chris felt the draft too, but he’d also become used to it. It just came with the territory. “It’s me,” he said before he pulled the shower curtain back enough to get in. “In case you were expecting somebody else.”
Kenzie faced Chris when he stepped into the shower with her. Since she was already wet she moved out of the way so he could get under the spray if he wanted to. She needed to soap up. “Not expecting anyone else tonight, but thank you for announcing yourself,” Kenzie said with a small smirk. Her fingers were already itching to touch him, and not necessarily in a sexual way. When they were “off the clock” Kenzie found her hands were almost always drawn to him in some manner. She was even getting used to sleeping beside him at night, when they opted to share a bed. It was a bit strange, for lack of a better term, and probably something she ought to think about in more depth, but now wasn’t the time. Kenzie had a loofah and body wash, which she preferred over the inn’s soaps. Lathering the loofah in her hand, she began to scrub it over him, thinking it was a good enough excuse to touch. “You’re going to smell like peonies tonight. Enjoy it.”
Chris would have sympathized -- he couldn’t resist lightly touching her hip as they maneuvered around each other. He was highly tempted to fondle more of her, especially with water glistening all over her, but Chris was still feeling out her mood. They were both tired and hungry ... but then she was helping herself to touching and washing him. Chris grinned a bit and watched her, moving his arms pliably as she worked her way around his upper body. It felt pretty good, and he didn’t mind the smell at all. It was girly, sure, but who cared. “I already am,” he murmured, smirking as he snuck his hand around to give Kenzie’s ass a little squeeze. It was coming more and more naturally to be affectionate with her once they were behind closed doors. Chris could still be professional with her, but once that work switch flipped off in his mind, he really started to crave all that touching. He was still fine with not putting a label on whatever they had, but he liked the casual intimacy of it, even if he couldn’t put it into those words. “Better than ball sweat, right?” he added, amused.
"I think most things are better than ball sweat." She was washing what she could, enjoying the way the water rinsed the soap down his body. It was nice being close to him, sharing a space. Before she had started sleeping with Chris, Kenzie couldn't remember the last man she showered with. It was such a simple thing, but intimate and that was something she realized she had been missing. Maybe it was just companionship, being able to work with someone she trusted and knew had her back, while still being able to talk to him like a friend. The sex was definitely a bonus to all of that. "Turn around so I can wash your back," she said, her hand moving to his hip.
“Ehh, some people are into that, you know,” Chris pointed out casually as he turned around as instructed. “Not me, obviously, but some people. ... did you know there’s like, porn of women sitting on cakes and then farting? Probably guys too, come to think of it. Does that turn you on at all? Secret kink, maybe?” He glanced over his shoulder at her with a teasing grin while she washed his back. Chris definitely planned to return the favor for her, but at the moment it was nice to just be pampered a little. To make himself useful in the front, Chris grabbed the small hotel soap bar and lathered some up to start washing his junk with. He agreed that most things were better than ball sweat, especially if one had hopes of getting some action down there later.
Kenzie began to laugh as she scrubbed the loofah over his back and lower half, watching the soap slide down all of his lovely skin. "Don't you dare ruin cakes for me! For your information, I don't have any secret kinks. Not like that, anyway. When I've watched porn, it's usually the... simple kind. I steer clear of the taboo or weird kinky stuff." Maybe that made her boring, but so what. Watching a guy get jerked off with someone else's feet did absolutely nothing for her. "For the sake of our sexual relationship, we should probably not discuss our porn searches," Kenzie added, her tone full of amusement.
Chris had to laugh too, kind of delighted that the next time Kenzie ate cake, she would probably think about someone seductively farting on it. Or she would just laugh, which was a better goal, really. “Hey I’m not saying that’s my thing, just so the record’s straight,” he told her lightly, reaching back to pass his hand over the side of her thigh. “Just thought I would ask, it’s good to know what you like and all.” Chris’s taste in porn kind of ran the gamut, and there were things he enjoyed watching other people do that he would never push for himself. ‘Simple’ sex with Kenzie was incredibly satisfying so far, and Chris had zero complaints. “But you never know, maybe someday you’ll discover some secret love of figging or something.” He grinned, tickling her skin a little with his fingers.
Kenzie instinctively jerked away from his fingers before pinching his waist lightly. "Oh god, you have to stop," she said with another laugh. "I'm not going to ask what figging is because I definitely don't want to know. And here I thought this was going to be some kind of steamy shower." Finding a non-soapy spot between his shoulder blades, Kenzie pressed a quick kiss against his skin. She knew she ought to be at her desk, typing up notes and entering data, not to mention getting those samples ready to overnight to Atlanta. But it was nice to turn her brain off of work for even a few minutes. Chris was good for that. "If there's something I like that we haven't done yet, I'll be sure to tell you about it."
He opted not to tell her what figging was -- another thing he knew just from being curious and alone in hotels too often. What did people even do before the internet? Chris gave a soft laugh and turned around, since it felt like Kenzie was mostly finished with the back half of him. He slipped his arms around her to pull her in close, smirking warmly down at her. “We can generate more steam, if you want,” he assured her, lifting one eyebrow suggestively. It hadn’t been Chris’s intention to seduce her when he’d suggested a mutual shower ... but he was never opposed to the idea. Especially now that he was clean. “So you like everything we do?” he murmured. “What’s your favorite?”
Kenzie didn't mind it at all when he pulled her close to him. There was something about skin on skin contact that she adored. Yes, it was erotic, but Kenzie also found comfort in it as well. It was like connecting to another person on a completely different level, one that wasn't always sexual. She smirked softly at his question, bringing her free hand up to rest it against his side. If she was being honest with him, she would tell him her favorite thing was when he kissed her. But for some reason, Kenzie thought maybe that would be a strange thing to admit. Kissing, in her mind, was so much more intimate than actual sex. It made her feel things, and not necessarily only between her legs. "It's not fair to ask me to pinpoint one favorite thing," Kenzie said, smoothing her hand around to rest just above his ass. "I think maybe it's a boring answer, but I like it when you're on top of me, and you hold me down. And I like it when we have sex in the middle of the night. And I like it when I suck your cock and you make those noises in your throat." She grinned and then nipped at his chin playfully.
Chris loved being naked and close to her more than he was prepared to admit out loud. It was part of why he loved spending the night with her, they often slept naked. But at the moment there was definitely a sexual edge to it. Probably because they were talking about sex, and his dick always paid attention to that particular topic. He got a sweet little throb when Kenzie said the words ‘suck your cock,’ and he grinned at the chin bite. Fuck, she was good at tha balance between cute and sexy. It gave him feelings he probably shouldn’t have, but ... it was what it was. “Doesn’t sound boring to me,” he murmured, turning them a bit so he could gently push Kenzie’s back against the smooth shower wall. The hot water felt good cascading over both of them, and this was already a really nice diversion from the day. He knew there was more work to do, but he wanted to keep Kenzie distracted for a while. They both deserved to relax, after what they’d been through. “I like it when you come around my cock,” he added, moving to brush their lips together. “You get so tight.”
Kenzie's heart tripped in her chest when he pressed his body against hers to move her against the wall. That was something else she liked, when he crowded her with his body. It was intimidating in a way she found stupidly sexy. It certainly got her pulse racing. There was a delicious throb between her legs when he spoke again and Kenzie kept her mouth close to his, not really even realizing that she had dropped the loofah to the shower floor. She couldn't really remember the last man who could get her wet just by talking to her. Sure, being naked in the shower helped, but his voice always did things like that to her. Maybe it was because now she knew what he sounded like in the throes of passion. "I like how hard you fuck me right before you come," Kenzie murmured, both hands sliding up his back now before she kissed him again. "And then how every part of you seems to tremble when you’re done..."
Chris’s cock had already started to fill out when he crowded in close to her, and it stiffened further at what Kenzie said. He rocked his hips a tiny bit to rub the sensitive head against the slick skin on her hip, where it was caught between them. She did always seem to get louder in that wild moment before he got release, and damn if he didn’t love to pound into her as he peaked. Chris gave a deep hum and kissed Kenzie again, a little deeper this time as he slipped one hand between their bodies to tease his fingers against her pussy. “I like how wet you get,” he told her in that same low way. A smile briefly crossed his face. “Like when I roll over in the middle of the night and cuddle up to your ass right ... soaked, so fast.” Chris parted her lips with his fingers to rub a little deeper, more than pleased to feel this was one of those times.
Kenzie's breath caught at the first touch of Chris's fingers and her hips instinctively arched to get more of it. Her eyelids grew heavy and her fingertips pressed into his flesh as she struggled to focus. He was right and at the moment she was okay with admitting that. Chris never had difficulty arousing her. Clearly her body responded so quickly to his because it knew the kind of pleasure that was coming. Like now, apparently, because even in the shower with water beating down on them, she was slick and ready for it. Biting briefly into her lower lip, Kenzie slid her hand down and around to touch his cock, letting her fingertips graze his length slowly. "I like how hard you get," she said, slightly breathless now, "just by the two of us talking about sex."
He couldn’t really argue with that, but it was one thing to just have a chat about sex and another to try and turn each other on while naked and wet in the shower. Chris loved the way she explored him, even though she knew every inch of him by now. It was the perfect sort of tease. “Can’t help it,” he murmured with a tiny smile. “I love fucking you, thinkin’ about it gets me excited.” He looked into her eyes for a beat before he kissed her, lingering in it this time so their tongues could really caress one another. He kept slowly stroking her folds, spreading her slickness around and soaking in how hot she felt against his fingers. Part of him wanted to be sliding into her already, but it was just as delicious to take their time and tease.
Well, at least they were on the same page because Kenzie loved fucking Chris too. It was something she had allowed herself to occasionally fantasize about, long before they had ever come to this strange, little town. But the real thing was nothing like her imagination. It was so much better. Her lips parted instinctively for his and Kenzie moaned softly into his mouth, every stroke of his tongue stoking the fire he had already lit in the pit of her belly. Her body craved so much more but she liked being teased, taking their time, and really working to drive each other to the brink. Her own fingers began to stroke his cock slowly and her thumb smeared the pre-cum she felt across the head. Kenzie had forgotten all about work, and their food that was no doubt cold by now. She didn't care. She could stand there and kiss Chris Washburn until the shower water ran cold. Which... it probably would soon. But she didn't want him to stop and Kenzie began to rock her hips against his hand, wanting more of it.
Chris had liked Kenzie for a long time, but in his imagination that uptightness that so often came out of her at work carried over into the bedroom. How wrong he’d been. She was always so responsive to everything he did to her and so sure of what she wanted, it was sexy as fuck. The way she rubbed herself against his hand told him how she wanted to be touched, and he followed her lead, slick fingers rubbing over her clit a few times before he slipped two of them inside of her. Kenzie’s hand had already felt good around his cock, but that warm grip around his fingers made it feel even better somehow. He nibbled lightly at her lips, his breathing getting heavier as they played with each other. Chris did want to fuck her, but he wasn’t in a rush, and now he kind of wanted to know if he could make her come just with his hand first.
Kenzie inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped inside of her. Pleasure blossomed from her belly, causing her to shiver despite the heat of the shower water. A low moan emitted in her throat and her body pulsed around his fingers, wanting more. Keeping her hand curled around Chris's cock, Kenzie brought her other hand up to the nape of his neck, pressing her fingertips into the flesh there to hold onto him. She wouldn't fall, but her knees certainly felt weaker now and frankly, Kenzie just wanted to cling to him and lose herself in how he was making her feel. Continuing to stroke him, Kenzie found the slow pace to be exquisite torture. It reminded her in a very vague way of when she would make out with a boyfriend. Just exploring and touching with no real urgency... wanting to find what made each other feel good. She and Chris had had plenty of sex in the past couple of weeks, but it still felt like she was getting to know his body. Though it was becoming harder to breathe, Kenzie still caught his mouth in another kiss, the soft noises in her throat starting to grow a bit in intensity.
As a teenager, Chris had fooled around to varying degrees with girls before he’d finally had penetrative sex, and doing stuff like this always reminded him of those days. The days before fucking was a given, and it was just all about exploration. There was an extra layer of erotic tension in the restraint that made everything feel even more electric. He was an experienced adult now, of course, so there was no mystery, but he still found this exciting. Especially the way Kenzie reacted to it. Chris gave an answering groan against her mouth as he started to work his fingers in and out of her, his cupped hand pressed against her clit. His cock twitched needily in her hand as she coaxed a few more drops of precum out of him. He shifted his legs further apart to stay stable on the wet floor, and moved his free hand to brace it against the wall, keeping Kenzie pinned with his upper body. The more sounds she made, the more intently Chris fingered her.
She so desperately wanted to focus on Chris, on keeping a steady, smooth rhythm on his cock. But it was difficult to do anything more than cling to him as her body began to tremble. His fingers moved expertly inside of her, the pressure on her clit from his palm adding sharply to the stimulation. She could barely breathe between being pinned to the wall by his body, and the steam rising around them. But it didn't feel suffocating. The heat and the restriction took on an erotic element and hell, maybe being restrained in some capacity was a secret kink of hers. "Oh, god," she moaned, rocking her hips more fervently against his hand. She could feel the pleasure begin to uncoil in her core and for a moment she thought about warning him that she was going to come. But wasn't that the whole point? Kenzie knew he wouldn't stop, not when she was this close. Her cries filled the shower until she finally peaked and her voice caught in her throat. She throbbed around his fingers, her nails pressed into the nape of his neck as she rode out her orgasm, thankful that his body was keeping her upright. Otherwise she might have just slid bonelessly to the floor.
Her hand did feel good on his dick, but he was kind of glad for her lack of concentration the longer this went on. It allowed him to focus on her, and that was what he wanted. Chris pulled back enough to let them breathe -- which was challenging when the air was so thick with steam and sex -- and watched Kenzie’s face as she gave herself over to pleasure. He loved the way she moved against his hand, her body greedily seeking the release it knew was coming, and he did his best to move his hand with her instead of getting in her way. Chris moaned along with her as she came, unintentionally making a harmony with her cries. He ached to just shove his cock inside of her to feel all of that delicious clenching and throbbing, but he didn’t want to ruin it for her, so he kept his hand in place. Even the sting from her nails felt damn good in the moment. “Fuck yeah,” he whispered as Kenzie started to come down. He kissed her jaw and neck, humming low in his throat. “That was hot.”
Kenzie made a small noise in her throat, licking her lips now as she worked on getting her breath back. Her heart was still thundering in her chest and she felt overheated and damp, which was kind of silly given she was still in the shower. Chris's lips left a trail of pleasant tingles along her skin and she debated sinking to her knees to get him off too. Kenzie wanted to give him as much pleasure as he'd given her, but god she wanted to feel his cock inside of her too. "I want you so bad," she murmured, not really able to articulate it any better than that. Whether he wanted to stay in the shower or not was up to him. Kenzie was sure she would take him however he wanted to give it to her. Her body was still basking in the afterglow of a strong orgasm but there was still that desire to more deep in her gut.
Articulate or not, it sent a needy throb through Chris’s cock. He wanted her too, just as badly. Maybe more, since he hadn’t just gotten off. Maybe it would’ve been more civilized to wait, let them finish washing -- had Kenzie even gotten to clean anything yet? He didn’t think so -- and take it to the bed once they were dry ... but fuck that. He wanted her now, and the trusting way she leaned against him made him even more hungry for it. Chris gently took his fingers out of her as he covered her mouth with his to kiss her deeply again, then pulled back a bit and took hold of her hips to turn her around to face the wall. He pulled her pelvis back toward him and rubbed his cock against the cleft of Kenzie’s perfect little ass, leaning his upper body in close again. “Just got you warmed up, huh?” he murmured, dipping his head to nibble at the top of her shoulder. Chris moved his hardon to slip it between Kenzie’s legs and rub against her pussy, letting out a soft groan at how hot and slick she was. “You want my cock inside you?”
Her pulse quickened when Chris turned her around and she placed her hands against the shower wall, her eyelids feeling heavy at the feel of his cock pressing against her ass. She had never been a vocal lover before Chris. Not that she had admitted that to him. Sure, she could be loud and she never tried to stifle her moans or anything, but talking during sex... dirty talk... had never been something she felt comfortable with or felt like she would even be any good at. But it felt natural when she was with Chris and Kenzie found she really liked it, especially when he was talking like that right near her ear. It was the sound of his voice and the promise of what was to come and it just made her shiver with anticipation and desire. Resting her forehead against the tile, Kenzie pressed her ass back against him with a small whimper of impatience. "I want your cock so bad, Chris. Please." The last word was whispered and she wasn't even sure he could hear it over the shower, but it didn't matter. She knew he could feel how badly she wanted him.
Chris had always enjoyed some filthy words in the mix, at least as an adult. He liked to say shit that threw people off and got a reaction in the rest of his regular life, why not during sex? Only while fucking, the reaction he wanted was not amusement or irritation. It was the way Kenzie whined and pushed her ass back against him. He stroked one hand over her body as he kept rubbing against her for a moment, caressing one of her breasts while he kept kiss-nibbling at her neck and shoulder. Chris didn’t waste too much more time though, his cock practically burning to be buried in her. He reached up to cover one of Kenzie’s hands with his own, and used the other to angle his cock into place. Chris thrust into her in one smooth motion, groaning deeply as Kenzie’s body surrounded him. Fuck, that was such a delicious feeling. His hand toyed with one of her nipples on its way up to join the other one covering Kenzie’s hand. It wasn’t exactly holding her down on a mattress, but he felt pressed against her enough to feel possessive and dominant, and apparently she liked that. “You feel so good,” he breathed into her ear, giving a roll of his hips.
Kenzie gasped when Chris thrust into her, even as a pleased smile curved at her lips. She was still wet enough that her body accepted him without any resistance and Kenzie arched her back just enough to take him in a little deeper. His voice in her ear prompted another small shiver down her spine and Kenzie pulled her lower lip between her teeth as a groan formed low in her throat. Just feeling his weight pressed against her back was enough to make Kenzie feel a bit crazed with lust and she began to rock her own hips back to meet him. As much as she loved his hands covering hers, she wanted to move with him, to show him how good he made her feel. One part of her wanted to beg him to fuck her, to give into that carnal frenzy until they were both wild with it. But god, she loved this too. The slow tease, savoring every second he was buried inside of her. Eventually it would end and they would wash up, dry off, and get back to more mundane things. Kenzie wanted to push that off as long as possible. "I love how you feel inside me," Kenzie murmured, turning her face so he could hear her better. "I can't get enough."
He hummed his approval at that, catching Kenzie’s earlobe with his teeth for a second. God, he loved the way she moved, impaled on his cock, loved the way her ass felt pressed against his groin, loved everything about this. As much as he did want to fuck her senseless, he also wanted this to last for more than a couple of minutes. She felt too good to take for granted. But Chris couldn’t hold off on starting to move with more purpose, his thrusts gradually gaining speed. The angle felt incredible, the head of his cock squeezed tight by her body with every plunge. She was still so wet, and it was such a turn on. He was sometimes jealous of women, who could fuck and fuck and fuck and come and come and not need any time to recover, until they were literally exhausted. He wondered how any of them got anything done, really. Right then he was swimming in pleasure with her though, and that was all Chris was focused on. He dropped one arm to wrap it around her waist for better balance as he fucked her, his breathing getting heavier.
Kenzie closed her eyes again and forgot about everything else, content with just enjoying the ride, so to speak. Sex had always been low on her list of priorities, something she rarely sought out but didn't mind too much when the opportunity to have it presented itself. With the right guy, of course. She had standards, after all. But her job had been her life for so many years now that everything else had sort of taken a back seat, including sex, and frankly, Kenzie had been okay with that. But Chris made her feel desirable and wanted and the sex was so damn good that she was already feeling regret that they would eventually leave Point Pleasant and return to the status quo in Atlanta. Maybe that was why she was in the shower with him now rather than sitting at her desk and typing up notes. Kenzie gasped and panted softly at every thrust, working her hips the best that she could against him. Maybe she would get off again, maybe she wouldn't. But even if she didn't get there a second time, she was still enjoying every second of this. Giving herself to Chris like this seemed just as satisfying as any orgasm... though that was probably something else she would never tell him. "So good," she breathed, reaching back with her free hand to slide it over his hip.
Chris had had some good, sexy dalliances in his past, but finding this sort of broad connection with someone was rare for him. He not only loved fucking Kenzie, he loved hanging out with her too, making her roll her eyes at him, working with her ... he didn’t think there had been a woman in his life so far who he could spend so much time with without getting aggravated with her. Except maybe his ex-wife, but that was long over. Being on the road with someone was challenging, but look at them now. Chris’s balls throbbed and ached with effort as he thrust hard into Kenzie. He wanted to get her off again, but he mostly just wanted to make this last. After the weird apathetic lethargy of the past few days, it felt beyond good to move his body, use his muscles, and actually want something. Even eating had become a burdensome chore, but now all kinds of hunger had returned. Chris slowed his thrusts for a moment as he got a bit too close to the edge, groping Kenzie’s breasts again before he slipped his hand down to touch between her legs. He moaned as he felt their connection with his fingers, where his cock was sliding in and out of her, and gave the back of Kenzie’s shoulder a harder little bite. “I wanna feel you come on my cock,” he murmured breathlessly to her. “Think you got another one?” Chris lightly rubbed at her clit.
She tended to think that one of the reasons why this was working was because they had worked together for so long. She knew Chris well enough and she trusted him with her life. If she hadn't, they certainly wouldn't have worked together as well as they did. She also trusted him to be discreet about this. They were both professional and Kenzie didn't think Chris was the type to let personal feelings disrupt their working relationship. So far it felt like they were on the same page, and she was so thankful for that because otherwise she would be missing out on this. Kenzie groaned and shivered when his fingers found her clit. Her toes pressed harder into the shower floor and she didn't think it would take much effort to get her there again. She was already feeling wild and a bit on edge with his cock sliding in and out of her and her body responded with a sweet throb at the sharp sting of his teeth against her shoulder. "Just... keep touching me," Kenzie instructed breathlessly. She rocked her hips back to take his cock deeper again, closing her eyes as she focused on all of the stimulation. The shower steam and the sex was making her feel sweaty and sticky in places, but it felt good.
Chris was more than happy to keep touching her. The heel of his hand braced against her pubic bone and he stroked her clit with his fingertips as he worked his hips in time with hers. He took his cues from Kenzie on depth and speed, focused now on making her come again rather than how fucking good it all felt. As much as distraction was possible at the moment, at least. Because fuck. She just got tighter and tighter, the more pleasure she was in. “God, so fucking good,” he panted, more to himself than to Kenzie. Chris took his other hand down from the wall to grip her hip as they moved together. He was definitely sweating under all of the shower water, and he would probably need to wash most of himself off again after this, but it was more than worth it. Chris groaned and grunted with every thrust now, muffling a few of them with more bites to Kenzie’s shoulder. It wasn’t a conscious desire to mark her as his own, not quite, but there was some instinct there to make her completely his.
Panting now, Kenzie brought her hand up to slide it around the back of Chris's head. He wasn't hurting her but the feel of his teeth against her skin only seemed to fuel her desire, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, mild as it was. She found she was more than okay if Chris left a mark. The idea of it was kind of sexy, if she was being honest and how many times had she scratched his back in the heat of the moment? The moans that escaped her were strained, her muscles tense as she thrust back against Chris, desperate for that release. And when she finally came again, Kenzie moaned Chris's name, the pleasure not as sharp as the first but still as intense. It was like a languid sort of relief, throbbing through her core and leaving her shivering against him.
It might not have been as loud and tense as the first one, but Kenzie’s orgasm still felt damn good on Chris’s end too. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, and Chis got the lusty stupid idea that she was trying to milk him dry. His own pleasure was burning greedily within him, and as soon as it felt like Kenzie’s orgasm was mostly over, Chris picked up his pace again. He couldn’t wait any longer now, and she never seemed to mind being pounded right after she’d come, so Chris didn’t hold back. He took hold of both of Kenzie’s hips to hold her as he pumped his aching cock into her, loving the contractions he could still feel around it. His sounds got louder and more abrupt as the sweet pressure built and built, and before too long he was peaking too. He gave a deep cry through his teeth as he shuddered against her, his cock flexing inside of her as he let go, his head falling back on his neck. Chris enjoyed that mindless bliss for as long as it lasted, then leaned moved back a little so he wasn’t pushing Kenzie into the wall so much.
Kenzie pressed her hands back to the shower wall, gasping as he began to thrust harder. She hadn't been lying when she said she liked it just before he came, when he pounded into her until he hit his peak. It always felt so good, especially right after she'd come herself. It seemed to intensify all of those pleasurable aftershocks she experienced. Her entire body seemed to tingle at the sounds he made and she loved that she was the one who was giving him that kind of pleasure. As Chris tensed behind her, Kenzie reached back again so slid her hand over his hip and thigh, moaning with appreciation. She was breathing heavily still, but trying to catch her breath. As her blood began to cool, Kenzie smiled. "I think our food is probably cold." She half expected the shower to start spraying them with icy water, but while the steam had dissipated, the water was still warm and tolerable.
His body was still a little happy-twitchy as he pulled out of her and gave her room to turn around. Chris gave a shaky laugh and braced one hand against the shower wall as his breathing slowed down. God, that had been just what he needed ... and now he needed food, apparently. Just Kenzie’s mention of their waiting subs made his stomach growl. “We got a microwave, I’m not worried,” he told her with a rakish grin. Chris leaned in to kiss her with a satisfied hum and patted her ass. “Go on and use the water first, get clean before it goes cold.” He didn’t mind washing up with cool water if he could spare Kenzie from it, so Chris shuffled out of the way to give her space, leaning his shoulder against the wet wall. He watched the water roll down her curves with a faint smile, his eyelids heavy. After they’d eaten, he was pretty sure she would get to work while he passed out in bed. That was okay; the sound of her laptop keyboard had become kind of comforting to him.
"Always the gentleman," Kenzie teased. But she did appreciate him letting her clean up first. She knew the hot water couldn't last forever, so she snatched the forgotten loofah off the floor of the shower to rinse it off and get some soap onto it again. She didn't linger, but washed up quickly before offering the loofah over to Chris so he could get soaped up again, if he wanted to. Kenzie was lathering the shampoo through her hair, her mind already drifting back to the work that awaited her in the bedroom. She had so much to do, but thankfully she loved her job that it was more exciting for her than daunting. Chris might pass out after eating and that was okay. It had been a long day. A long week, even, and it wasn't over yet. Kenzie turned her back to the spray to start rinsing her hair, smiling at Chris as she did so. "I'll heat up our subs," she told him, once she was sure all of the shampoo was gone from her hair. "Did you grab your toothbrush and everything you needed?"
Chris took the loofah when she was done with it and lathered it up, only scrubbing it over the parts of him that had sweated the most during their little interlude. And his crotch, of course. Then it was just a matter of waiting for Kenzie to finish her hair, while he absently rubbed soap on himself. “Yeah, I got everything,” he told her with a lopsided grin. “All good to take up space in your bed and annoy you.” He was kidding of course, he would probably be too asleep to annoy her much, but maybe they could have one of those middle-of-the-night sessions that she apparently loved. It made him feel nicely warm in the chest to think about. It was downright domestic. He snuck a kiss onto Kenzie’s lips as they switched places, then started to rinse off. He was more than ready to stuff his face and stretch out and rest. One would think he’d be tired of resting after the past few days, but Chris was tired in different ways now, and finally feeling safe again.