Who: Yondu and Neena When: Early March Where: A Farm What: Surprise date! Rating/Warnings: Probably Language Status: Unfinished but dude, we are posting it anyway. Lets just say Neena discovers baby chicks aren't nearly as terrifying as chickens are.
Yondu had decided to get his car cleaned and detailed. While generally he couldn't give a rat’s nutsack about the state of his car, he did care whenever someone else had to sit in it. Especially if that someone was Neena. So all the empty beer cans had to go, as well as the wrappers of fast food, extra ammunition (he rarely used his gun these days so he wasn't doing a swell job of keeping things in order), and the handful of magazines he had to while the time away when staking out his bounties.
Willehemena - that was the name he technically had given his pickup truck though even Neena didn't know that - was spic and span and so shiny he needed sunglasses to look at her. She smelled great too, though of course the little hanging tree dangling from the mirror helped.
He pulled up to Neena's place, all grins in his human form, image stabilizer in use because of course people might stare if a big blue dude was driving. Rolling down the window he leaned over and drawled, “Hey darlin’. Need a ride?”
There hadn't been much to go on for this mystery date, and Neena was left a little out of sorts as to how to dress or look. She never bothered with much makeup beyond a bit of eyeliner, but that morning she'd added a little more makeup to the pile. She had on nicer jeans than usual, ones that hugged her curves just right, and a casual shirt that at least had no stains on it.
She'd been standing out in front of her house waiting for him, looking grumpy at the hour of the day, with her hand death-gripping a cup of coffee. But when he pulled up, she flashed him a grin. "Hey, Handsome. You're just the ride I was lookin' for."
Neena waited for him to back away from the window, and then opened the door and slid onto the seat. "Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"
She looked great and his appreciative smile told her he thought so. “Do I get a kiss first?” He teased, intentionally holding out on her with an answer to her question.
"HMmmmm..." Neena thought aloud, screwing her face up as if this question was an extremely hard math problem that took careful consideration before answering. Of course it wasn't, but she loved teasing him almost as much as he loved teasing her. "DO I want to kiss you? I don't know, Yondu."
She winked at him, then, and slid over a bit in the seat to get close enough to plant a kiss right on his lips. It was an extremely enthusiastic kiss that probably tasted just a little bit like the coffee she'd been chugging that morning. Hopefully he liked that kind of thing, but Neena wasn't thinking about that. She was only thinking about how much fun she hoped they'd have today and the fact that she enjoyed knocking him dead with her kissing talents.
Yondu had to admit, he was a lucky man. While his human experiences with the fairer sex were far and few between, his alien dream self had a plethora of them for him to draw reference from, and none of his partners could hold a candle to how Neena kissed him. When their lips parted he was left stupid for a few seconds, grinning like a lovestruck teenager.
“Well now it's a really good mornin’.” He smirked, running his tongue a moment over his lower lip and tasting her coffee on it. There was a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, as if he was considering another kiss. But he turned instead to pulling the truck back onto the road. “We’re headin’ a ways out from the city limits. Get some fresh, country air.” And decided to keep it vague. If he gave all of it away he was afraid Neena might duck out of the car while it was still moving.
If she knew she was heading to a chicken farm, Yondu's fears might well have been realised. Neena had ducked out of a moving vehicle a few times in her life, and was not afraid of doing it again. But since she had no idea what awaited her, she instead buckled her seat belt and made herself comfortable. "Fresh country air, eh? I haven't been out of this city in so long I forget what that even smells like. Hopefully not a whole like like fresh country cow shit."
It was a joke, and she cracked a grin at him as she said it. Yondu tended to bring out her more sunny side, if that even existed, and her eyes lost a lot of their hollow sadness when he was around. Even her face tended to light up. She glanced out the window, feeling a little more at peace with her existence, and then smiled. "Getting out of town sounds like a really good idea. I wish I'd thought to bring along some donuts or something for the trip. Long car rides always need coffee and pastries."
Road Trips also required a cooler of drinks and sandwich fixings, and a shitload of beef jerky. Those were the rules, but long drives out of town could make do without them.
Yondu laughed, a hearty country guffaw. “You get used to that, trust me.” And he grinned along with her. “Pig shit...not so much.” And he winked.
Snacks! Yondu hadn’t thought of that. He was the sort that could go for ungodly stretches of time without eating much, so long as he was the driver. If he was the passenger, he would get bored fast and wanting to chow down heartily at a trucker gas stop or a Cracker Barrell.
“We can stop for some stuff before we hit the highway.” he offered. “Donuts sound kinda good. And I could use some coffee, now that I’ve gotten a taste of yours.” He threw her a smirk.
The comment actually made Neena blush, which was uncommon for her in general but seemed to happen more and more often around Yondu. She answered his smirk with a smirk of her own, and shook her travel cup. "I drank most of mine already, so I think a stop at a coffee place is sounding better and better. We can get our caffeine fix and a shitload of sugary sweets that I'll have to feed you while you drive."
There was a devilish twinkle in her eyes as she added, "Maybe I'll even be nice to you and not smear it all over your face first. Since I like you and all. But you know, I keep forgetting that you used to be a country boy. You grew up on a farm, didn’t you?"
In a weird way, the idea of Neena feeding him while he drove struck him as kind of hot. The mental image alone had him grinning like an idiot. It was also the sort of small gesture relationship thing that showed how comfortable they'd gotten around each other. Even so, he swallowed back the risque suggestion if she did smear some sweet stuff on his face she could always lick it off. Ever since the dreams had started he'd been trying to sort out the blended personality he knew he had from emotions and memories crossing over. Since dream him was a badass he generally didn't mind much letting the fearlessness and temper take up residence, but the playboy nature was something he constantly was trying to tame, especially around Neena.
“You got a preference? Starbucks? D an’ D? Baxter's?” He offered as they slowed at a light.
A chuckle and he leaned an elbow out the rolled down window. “Now how the hell could you forget I'm a country boy with this thick as mud accent?” Neena was the only one who had never treated him like a hick right off the bat, and it was one of the many things that had attracted him to her. Besides the obvious things such as all those curves, that smile, her eyes - pretty much her overall hotness. “I didn't grow up on a farm, per se. But I was surrounded by 'em and as a kid I'd work on 'em to earn some extra mula durin’ the summer months when I was outta school.”
"Baxters is always the way to go. Their pastries are fresher," Neena replied, emphatically. She'd never fully admit how deep her love of sweets went, because that was a secret known only to few. But she took her pastries extremely seriously. It never hurt that Baxters had sparkly milk, either.
She shrugged her shoulder though as he asked her how she could have forgotten, "Your accent's cute, I never thought much about it. I know you're from the south and that you're adorable about it and kind of a gentleman sometimes, but I just never like to assume that that means farms and country living. Though that sounds like a hell of a nicer way to make cash than the shit I ended up involved in growing up."
Neena turned towards him and smiled, "I like that about you, though. You're not afraid of hard work."
“Cute, huh?” he grinned at the compliment. “You know how the Trace Adkins song goes… ‘ladies love country boys’.” He was preening now as they drove towards Baxters. “Most times I didn’t have a choice.” he chuckled. “Most of the money helped momma, but she let me keep some for myself. Then I got used to it.” He shrugged. “We take care of our own. Guess it’s kinda a Southern thing.”
Yondu knew better than to ask Neena what she’d done. She would tell him in her own time. “Yeah well I wa’n’t exactly an angel either myself for a while there. Ran with the wrong crowd for a while, and then ran the wrong crowd. Me and the boys had some fun but damn, if adult me saw young me - young me woulda been in for an ass whoopin’.” They pulled into Baxters and Yondu parked the car. “Thank god for ROTC or who knows where I’da ended up.”
"I can say some similar shit," Neena agreed, while sliding out of his truck. She finished up the last of her travel mug and placed it in the back for the time being, then shut the door with her ass and started heading inside. "If... someone hadn't seen some potential in my when I was younger and started training me for special forces type shit I don't think I'd have ever learned how to be an adult at all."
"Though I'd never call myself particularly responsible or well-adjusted," She added, while smirking at Yondu.
“It’s amazing how one person in your life, at just the right time makes a helluva difference.” Yondu agreed, pushing the door open and holding it for her. He had tried to be that person to Peter Quill in this life, and it hadn’t really worked out as well as he’d hoped. In the dreams he’d done a somewhat better job, at least. Sort of. “And you’re responsible. You have a bar and all.”
Once inside he ordered himself a sparkling latte - the largest size they had - and some muffins and a cheese danish. Once Neena got her order, they headed back out and were on the road again, Yondu driving with the latte in the cupholder and the cheese danish between his teeth. Maybe he’d need Neena to feed him after all, he realized. At least until they got to the open road.
"Yeah, but my way of coping is usually drinking half the backstock when no one's looking," Neena replied before stepping inside and ordering her own gigantic sparkling latte and sweets. The danish looked good enough that she added one to her own order along with a couple of other things for the road.
She had a gigantic bag of baked goods in her hand as she got back into his truck, and she set it on the floor between her legs before parking her own latte in a cup holder and giving him a look. That danish was an accident waiting to happen, and she laughed and shook her head. "Oh Yondu. That's not even gonna work. Here. Let me take that."
Neena grabbed the danish from his teeth and pulled a napkin out of her pocket to set it on. "I'll tear off pieces for you so you don't end up with Danish Crotch. Not that it wouldn't be more fun to fetch it out of there than your mouth. 'Cause it would be."
Yondu chuckled and watched her break off a piece as he kept one eye on the road. “Maybe you shoulda left it in my mouth then.” He winked. God she was a tease.
He let her feed him as he drove, gratefully accepting pieces of Danish every few minutes. Once they were on the open road he hit the gas, free from the stop and go of city traffic.
“Ah, now that's more like it!” With one hand on the wheel his free hand grabbed the latte and he took a long sip. Setting it back he smirked over at Neena and said “I could use some sugar.” And he didn't mean in his coffee.
Neena'd finished her own food by then, and had taken a long sip of her own latte. It was a little sweeter than she normally got, but she'd be high on the idea of getting to give him some of that sugar he was asking for. She figured sweet coffee kisses were better than bitter ones.
She winked at him, then slid over on the seat a little so that she could cuddle against him for the drive. On a big open road like that they could be a lot more relaxed. No need to worry about a lot of traffic, except maybe the passing herd of cattle. Neena made sure the road was clear and then gave him a smooch.
"I hope that was the sugar you were looking for. I've got donuts, too, just in case my lips weren't enough for a man like you." She teased.
Or did he mean the kind of sugar that had previously been mentioned involving digging a danish out of his crotch? She wasn't entirely sure, but that was certainly something else she could get up to. Neena was just never sure where the lines were drawn. "I could always drop a donut in your lap and see where my teeth end up..."
The truck only slightly wavered in its path as Yondu got distracted with the suggestion. He looked over at her, eyebrows raised and a toothy grin angling to one side of his mouth. “Woman, you're gonna make me crash, you keep that up.” And he chuckled. Settling back into his seat he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, enjoying the feel of her cuddling against him, the sound of the air rushing by as they pushed 65mph, and the damned gorgeous day they were having.
“You're welcome to put the radio on if ya’ like,” he said after a stretch of silence. He was a man who didn't mind the radio turned all the way up for a trip like this. So long as the tunes were good.