2020-04-02 - Drive Me Crazy

Kailey has proved to Everett she actually has leather tucked away. The pair of leather pants lace up the front and are otherwise snugly fitted to the legs. A pair of knee-high doc martens hug her calves. She wears a purple plaid beneath the black leather jacket hugging her torso. Of course she doesn't have her own helmet...yet. A big smile is on her face right now.

The smile on his face proves that Everett approves of her attire, save but one thing. He taps twice at her temple, hard prods, and then shakes his head with his lips pursed in dismay. She'll have to fix that. But he's not going to let that stop their fun. After giving the motorcycle one last check from its winter storage, Everett stands and kicked it to life, grinning at the Fat Boy's initial cough and sputter before the engine remembered its feline heritage and turned on the purrs at a low rumble.

Concentrating on driving more than the scenery, Everett has precious cargo. Up the 109, he's more than happy to take it to its end at Taholah. Past the native kids and their stares, getting off before the 109 turns into Cape Elizabeth Road. A left, then right and another left, on to Quinault street and all the way down. To the convenience store and gas station on the right, right next to the postal office. Everett pulls into the parking lot and kills the engine while he takes a look at the river before it meets the Pacific.

And smiles broad, beneath his hair. A mess from the helmet.

Kailey had given a delighted clap and giddy squeel before climbing up behind the big man. Gripping him around the waist and resting her cheek against his back as they road. She got to watch the scenery pass by as they took the long drive north. When they finally reach the end of the road and he settles the bike to a stop.

"Ooooh that was wonderful, baby," Kailey says softly, not releasing his torso right away. Taking in a deep breath she smells...well the river and fish, but also leather and sweat and old spice somewhere faintly beneath that. "I don't think I've been up to this town before." Finally she leans back, looking around with a grin creasing her lips.

Laying his helmet on the bike, he turns his head to look over his shoulder at the woman behind him. What little Everett can make of her. "It's a nice place," he begins to say, running his hands through his long hair, trying to comb it out from being constricted under the helmet. "There's the sea air, and I think there's a fishery or something just behind us, if you're wondering what that fish smell is."

Giving his head a dip forward and then throwing it back, he pays little heed to hair whipping his passenger and looks over his shoulder again, now that his mane is organized. "How are you doing back there? Was that long enough, you want to get out and walk a little. Beach is probably over there," he adds, up-nodding his head towards the west. It makes sense, that's where this town keeps their ocean after all.

"HEY!" Kailey says as he whaps her upside the head with his hair. But even as she protests she is giggling, brushing clinging strands away. The simple passenger helmet is removed and her french braided pigtails aren't all that worse. The top of her head is a little frizzy from the helmet. "A walk sounds good and you know I love the beach. And any new beach is a delight," Kailey says as she moves to carefully slide of Fat Boy.

The ride had been smooth and pleasant. And the way she slips on and off the bike shows she's done this before. The kind of passenger who spent enough time on the back of a bike to really understand how best to move...or not. She set the helmet on the back of the bike and strokes his arm as she skips a few feet towards the water. "You been here before? Any good places for lunch?"

Everett was waiting for her to get off before he could, and once she does the kickstand comes down, and he pockets the keys then holds out his hand for her helmet. It has to be why she's with him and his muscles, right? All the stuff he can carry. Both helmets are transferred to his left hand, keys to his pocket so that his right hand is free. At her last question, he turns to look over his shoulder at the store-slash-gas station, "As far as I know? This is it. It's out of the way, and that's why I like it. I can come up here and hide."

There's a short pause, "I mean, not blend in," he takes her helmet, and then follows the few steps after her, slipping his free hand into her back pocket, as both excuse to remain close to her, and to be able to escort her further down the road to the west. The beach access looks only some seven hundred feet away. "But it's even smaller than Gray Harbor." He grins down at her, "You think they could use an ice cream place here?"

Kailey glances up at him with an amused twist to her grin and eyes bright. She slides in against his side and wraps her arm around him. Hand falling on the curve of his hip. "Well, as long as they have corn dogs," She says with a mischevious crinkling of her eyes. Carbs! "Ice cream place? Mmmm...I dunno. Place seems pretty dead."

Looking around she walks with him along the way to the beach. "I was thinking we could finally sit down and go through the pictures?" Kailey says after a pause, glancing up at him. A brief bite of her lower lip and she is leaning in against him, head to his shoulder as they walk. "This is nice. I like this."

"I like this too," Everett murmurs with his deep voice, while giving her behind a squeeze when he gives her a tug closer. Swiftly he amends his statement, adding, "I mean, I like like it," all without looking down. There's a bob of his head and then he looks down, the breeze carrying a strand of his hair across his face, "I can't believe we haven't looked at them all. The yawning picture was just so cute though. It's kinda just still hitting me. You might be giving me one of the world's best birthday present."

"Have you thought about names," he asks, while they walk without a hurry. He lets the comment about the ice cream store slide; she's not wrong. "And we'll check what gross food they have on the way back. I'm sure it's all properly greasy and junky and I can't believe you're going to want to eat it. I suppose," he says, lifting his head, "if I pick the cornmeal off, I can eat the hotdog underneath." He rolls his eyes upwards, while murmuring to himself, the helmets clunking together in his left hand, "The effort I go through to keep my girlish figure for you."

Kailey giggles and replies with a, "Yeah. Like like," And a toothy grin that fades as they continue along. "Oh? Oh..." Kailey looks more than a little horrified for a moment. "I don't know your birthdate!" She tells him with a little gasp and hand over her mouth. "That is horrible. You need to tell me so I can make sure to plan a party," She says urgently. He said she might give him the best birthday present, so she has a guess as to when.

The young woman hums when he mentions names. One shoulder raises and she says, "Eeehhh...well maybe. It isn't exactly something I had ever thought about before. I did open the book of names. Just randomly flipped to a few different pages. Nothing stuck out really...well...I kinda liked Abigail and Alistair..." Her shoulders shrug and she glances up at him. "You?"

It's like she doesn't know him all that well. Not with leaving the happy giant that large of an opening. His paw comes from out of her back pocket and with it and his other hand he showcases, using his hands (as much as he's able with the two helmets in his left hand) to banner in the sky while he drops a little lower, looks up, a smile on his lips, a twinkle in his eye...

"'Hey, you.'"

He glances down at her, and slowly grins broader. His hands fall to his side, then his right seeks out her nearest hand. Al the better to interlace his thick fingers with hers and to give her a gentle squeeze. "I didn't do all that much homework either. Let's see," he tilts his head down, and grows silent for a second, kicking a pebble off the street while they get closer to the beach. Then he lifts his head to level at her, "Well. The second time we were ever together was at the Sea View Hotel. And Mar is Spanish for Sea. So, maybe something starting with Mar, like Marigold or Mary if its a girl? And," he smiles again, "you were sick with the flu the first time so maybe if its a boy we call him Snotbucket?"

Kailey raises a brow and gives a snorting chortling when he paints the suggestion in the sky. The hand around his waist comes out to slap against his belly lightly. "Brat," She says as the grin returns with a shake of her head. And maybe an eye roll. "Hmmmm, Mary is a bit plain for me...but maybe Marigold," She says as she wiggles her head back and forth.

Their fingers twine and her smaller, fine-boned fingers give his a squeeze. Before she snorts again and shoots him an amused look. "How about no. I do know I like slightly...uncommon names. Something with meaning. So...Mar something is a neat thought." She looks down the trail, nibbling her lower lip. "I suppose it would help if we actually -have- a gender to settle on." And then with her free hand she is fishing out the phone.

Kailey leans into Everett's side again as they walk. Letting him keep an eye on where they are going as she pulls up pictures. The smile and worrying of her lip returning as she pulls up the yawning picture. "We should get this one printed, yeah?"

Flinches softly at the belly smack he so richly deserves, grinning all the wider when he gets it and a little longer after. Everett offers, "It's not like we have to decide on a name right away. I mean, we still have time." With her fingers in his, he lifts her hand while their feet start to crunch through gray sandy gravel. The road turns to the left, but he takes them on a well worn path a car length wide that turns to the right and slopes gently downwards.

The lift brings her fingers to his mouth, and she receives a kiss to her knuckles, a thought occurs to him and he chuckles, lowering their hands from his mouth, "Can you imagine, when she's sixteen or seventeen and she asks how we came up with her name and we tell her she was named in part for the hotel we had sex for the second time in? Oh man, we're going to be the best/worst parents ever. I hope I'm a constant source of love and embarrassment." That'll teach him.

Leaning, the ape takes a look at the photo on the phone inquisitively, and then smiles again. He nods briskly. "It's like Mar is yawning, just like people. Or singing. Maybe she's going to be a creative person, like her Mom and take after you." He looks up from the phone to Kailey and grins toothly.

Kailey's head snaps up and her eyes go a little wide. Brows lifting up and her smile taking on surprise. "She?" She asks and for a few seconds it seems like she is trying to fight the smile. Those wide eyes return to her screen and she swipes left. The change in texture beneath her feet has her glancing up only briefly. "She!" And she falls into giggles and lets the grin split her face.

"Oh wow..." Kailey breathes and comes to a stop suddenly. There are tears in her eyes but she has one of those grins that will start hurting soon. "Ev...why does something so simple make it seem so much more real?" She turns to look up at him with that shit-eating grin.

"I'm suddenly excited and scared and WOW," She finishes with a small cascade of giggles and one of those tears falling. The other hand comes to try and cover that grin. But nothing is stopping it.

"Or he," Everett says, trying to be helpful. She stops and he takes a few more steps before looking away from the sandbar to look back at her, rather stretching their arms then letting go. When the tear falls he crouches down to release the helmets to the ground, his own black one rolling a couple of times before coming to a stop. With his newly empty hand, the thug uses his thumb to swipe softly on her cheek, chasing the falling water away.

"Aww," he murmurs, "don't cry, Kiki. It was always this real. You're going to have a baby. And soon." He cradles her cheek with his empty hand to hold her still and leans in to kiss her nose before leaning in more and nuzzle her nose with his. "And when it hurts a ton, you're going to hate me a bunch. But by then we'll have a girl. Or a boy. Or whatever gender she or he or it or them or they or whatever decides to identify as. And, I'll be there with you the whole way."

Kailey bites her lower lip when he steps in. A failed attempt to stop the grin. Which won't go away. Another little laugh, breathy, escaping her before she sniffles. Nuzzling him in turn. Briefly she closes her eyes. "Happy tears. Happy tears," She assures him, voice husky with emotion. "I'm just having a moment. Here with you. And it's so much good I dunno what to do," She says with another giggle.

Except she does because Kailey reaches up into Everett's hair. Not caring of the few snarls she finds but combing through them. "I love you. I barely know you and I love you so much. Even when I'm yelling or throwing things or blaming you for the pain," Her voice shakes as she speaks. Then she leans up onto tiptoes to meet him in a kiss. Something sweet and tender as her hands moves from hair to rest upon his chest. Leaning into him.

Leaning into him, right into the air.
He has to slump a little. To bend at the knees, and to let go of her hand, but the tender snog turns into him scooping her up and running away with her. For a couple of steps, then his helmet is kicked further down the curved path. Then he needs to see where he's heading, without a care as to where they've been or leaving behind their helmets.

Once on the sand bar, Everett has the space to turn, to twirl Kailey around in counter-clockwise circles, so fast, so many times, they might spin into the sky. He laughs and loses his balance. A look of surprise on his face as he falls down and takes her with him.

"Ooof!"
Then more laughing. Before he looks down to her, in his arms. A pull to bring her close and it's his turn to initiate the kiss, the one he can't keep from smiling into, or once again, holding her cheek and stroking her cheekbone with his thumb.

Kailey gives a shrill laugh as he scoops her up and her arms wrap around his neck. His grin is met in equal measure and she keeps crying. As he carries them to the softer sand. Twirling and spinning and laughing together. She pressing her forehead to his as they go.

The fall comes with another shriek, this one giddy. "AAAAIIIEE!" But it is only a little bumpy and Everett takes the brunt of it. For her that second, when he looks down smiling like that, seems to last far longer. The world moving slowly as he bends down to kiss her. Melting her own smile away into loving kisses.

Again her fingers move to comb through his hair. Lips parting to his only slightly to deepen the kiss. Letting it linger for a couple of minutes. Just making out on the beach like two love-sick teenages. Finally she comes up for air. "Have I mentioned that I really enjoy I'm just a sack of potatoes you can pick up as you like?" She asks, reaching up to lightly stroke his nose.

Not ready to let her go just yet, especially that lower lip, Everett chases after while her worry is for mundane things, like breathing. A quiet growl dies at the back of his throat, his head dropping back on the sand as he looks up at her, the right corner of his mouth turned up with his smile. And when his right-hand moves to slip under her leather, to cover her belly button with his wide span, he murmurs, "Just wait until you're carrying the sack of potatoes."

He turns his head up, to nuzzle his nose on her finger, then turns his gaze towards the water. A silent appreciation for it, then a thoughtful sound. "It looks just like our ocean back home." Then he heard what he said, and scoffs softly. Home.

Kailey leans back so he has an easier access to the growing swell of her belly. More prominent than she was even a week ago. Growth spurts. Might also explain the corn dog cravings. One of her hands covers his and she says, "I look forward to it though." The hand that was playing with his nose moves and she strokes his cheek with the back of her fingers. Following his gaze over to the water she quirks a brow. "Home? Where was that?" She asks gently and hesitantly. Kailey knows his past is a touchy subject.

And then there's that kick under his hand.

He glances at her, then closes his eyes to caress his cheek against the back of her fingers, tilting his head to enjoy the sensation even longer while the breeze takes that moment to play with the strands of his hair and partially cover his face. His eyes open after the nuzzle, and he looks over to her, through heavily hooded eyes before rolling, lazily, until she's on her back and he's on his hand and knees, deciding to keep his one hand on her bare skin.

"Good, because no promises, but it might happen again." He smiles down at her a smile of mild lasciviousness when his eyebrows waggle right after. A chuckle erupts in his throat. His smile widens, "It's this little town. In Washington State. Sorta creepy, has weird things happen in it all the time. Named Gray something, Gary Port. Gary Dock."
His head turns, the breeze carries his air out of his face, he spits the remainder from his mouth. "Well, you might see it soon." His teasing tone ebbs. "OUR coast, you nut. But. If you mean me, then. There's a town in Florida. But that's a lifetime away."

He looks down at her stomach and then strokes her belly. His voice, when he speaks is soft, affectionate. "Snotbucket is moving." A quick peek is given to her lips, then with reluctance, he lifts himself up, pulling his hand back last. So he can feel the moving the longest. From knees to feet and then he's offering his hands to her to help her up. "And for the record, I like that I can manhandle you around too."

The world is perfect in this moment. Kailey hasn't known much happiness or perfection in her life, but she knows a special moment when she feels it. And this one she seems to want let linger. Leaning down so both their hands can still rest comfortably on her bared belly, she places another sweet and linger kiss on his lips. Eyes fluttering not quite closed as she lets out a happy little sigh. And slowly he rolls them over so she lies in the sand. Smiling up at him.

Kailey brushes the hair out of his face and to the side the wind is blowing towards. Less hair in his face then. But her hands finish and go to stroking those bold cheeks instead. "Hmmm..." She smirks at his answer with a low chuckle and eye roll. But it changes it a broader, toothier grin. "Our coast," She confirms and just tucks the Florida bit away. For later musing.

To emphasize Everett's words another press against his hand. An almost shuddering tap this time. Which makes Kailey makes a face. "Ack...oh, that feels weird," She says and looks down at her belly. "I think that was a stretch...I felt pressure on my ribs from inside!" She tells him as he helps her to her feet. Hand going to lace with his and not let go. One hand stays on her belly for a minute before tugging shirt and leather back down. "We should have gotten food to bring down to the beach," She says with a glance over one shoulder, back towards the store. "Little picnic, look at photos, enjoy the view," And she turns to look him up and down. For a moment she is looking at him like a particularly tasty cut of meat. "Mmmmm...OH! Oh oh! I brought the book. In my bag!" And she slips the small backpack from her shoulders. Having utterly forgotten it's existence for the moment. Of course she brought her sketchbook and some drawing supplies with her. She never goes anywhere without it.

Despite his emphasis on our, when she says 'our coast', Everett scoffs, and smirks, rolling his eyes at her. "Don't be so sappy. You're such a girl." He waits until she gets to her feet before giving her a quick peck to her lips. A lean around, he starts to brush ber back, to rid her of the gray sand, while she tells him about getting kicked in the ribs from the inside. "The little parasite is awake and testing their legs. I've had a rib kicked in or two in my day, but never from the inside out. That's got to feel strange."

The intermingled fingers stay with her, while his other paw brushes down the small of her back and then down her behind. "If you want, you can wait here, maybe find a nice place to relax at," he glances to the side, up-nodding at some drift logs, "maybe over there so we have something on our backs, or something further down the beach. And I can go see if they have the precious corn dogs that you love so much." So much sand on her hindie. Still. "Wouldn't take me butt, see what I did there, a couple of minutes."

It's a little difficult, continuing to brush her bum for those few and far between sand particles while she gets her backpack off and searches inside. But Everett's up to the challenge still, as he looks over, his attention drifting to the backpack and her fussing with it.

Kailey doesn't seem to notice just what Everett is doing for a few moments. "I bet you've been kicked. Probably stabbed and shot too if those scars say anything," She tells him with a smirk and a poke at his abs. There's no judgement in her voice, only amusement and affection. His offer to fetch food has her smiling and finally glancing behind her. "I think you got it all, baby," The words ring with a soft chuckle. The backpack is slung around and open and out is pulled...a baby name book. She glances over then, finally, to where he indicated. "Sure. Can you grab me some juice too, please? Whatever smoothie thing is fine, and ketchup and mustard too. For the corn dogs." And her request made she brings his hand to her lips. One more kiss is pressed to the knuckles and then she turns to trudge over to the slightly more secluded area. A large driftwood log makes a pleasant wind break and something to lean against.

"I've had my fair share of wounds," Everett says, agreeing with her. My, there's a very pesky sand bit that just won't brush off. He fusses with that bit in exclusion to the others among the expanse of her derriere. When she finally notices, Everett gives a thoughtful sound, and exchanges the brushes for one single, firm squeeze before standing erect.

"You can never be too sure," he offers, adding two soft pats before he takes his hand back and gives his own a quick brush while he watches her, and then nods, memorizing her order. "A smoothie thing, condiments, corn dogs. I think I've got it. Don't go anywhere." She gets another pat before he pulls away and without a look back, starts off in a light jog back the direction they came.

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He's not gone but a dozen and change minutes.
Helmets dangling by their straps, he balances three clam shells on top of each other, and two drink cups labelled coming from Skippers. His approach is slower, least he trip, and knock everything over. When he spots her, his direction changes for her, offering, "Found you," when he's close enough for casual words. Clam shells are lowered to the sand first, then drinks. Then helmets. And lastly, himself, down to his knees. "Phew, there's enough here for lunch and dinner. I think I got too much."

Kailey also had a blanket tucked into that backpack. It is now spread out on the sand with backpack and driftwood keeping the wind from taking it. The baby name book is in her lap and it takes her a few seconds to register the movement. When her head comes up she drops the book and gets up. She's removed her boots and socks and is barefoot now. And pads over to help him with the lot. Grinning big and toothily and eyeing the lot. "Well, my appetite is massive, if in tiny bunches all through the day. I'll eat one now. Be hungry for more in thirty, just watch," She says as she returns to their picnic seating. Sand sure is great for being a drink holder and she just nestles her cup down in it. "You are awesome. Now gimme the goods," And she goes to fish for condiment packets tucked into pockets. All the more reason to grope him probably. "Nope, not that," She says as she pats down his front pocket...barely. Taking one of the corn dogs she brings it to her lips and takes an experimental bite. Heat rises from it and she blows out while trying to chew the small bite. "Hawt!"

A casual look around, to make sure they're alone. Or mostly alone, since from here they can still see the trailers parked up high on the street. Good enough for Everett. He shirks off his leather jacket and folds it over before feeding it into the crevasse of the driftwood, making it a better place to lean up against. It just so happens the spot he picks is within his arm's reach of Kailey. How's that for happenstance? His boots kicking up some gray sand onto the blanket while he climbs on, regardless how careful he seems to have wanted to be.

'The goods' must have also meant a kiss, because she gets one of those too, after a nuzzle with his nose, his smile coy. "Heyy, if you're going to do that, wait until we get home. Or you're going to make riding back just about impossible." He settles two clam shells between them by his knees and opens the top one. Fries. And containers for clam chowder and coleslaw. That's closed again and the bottom one switched and open. Eight large battered fish portions. With her warning, he gingerly tries to take one, and thinks better of it, fishing instead for his pocket.

Napkins.
He sandwiches them between the clam shells, probably so they don't get blown away, save one. That one he uses to hold the fish as he moves it to his lap. And starts picking battering it off, putting the batter back in the clam shell. He's very picky.

"So?" Everett asks, a few picks in. He nods to her book. "Anything?"

Kailey probably meant condiments as well as kisses the way she returns his. Her own smile when she leans back matching. "Impossible huh?" And she glances around the beach with mischief before sitting back. "Well...we don't -have- to wait till we get home," And she leaves it at that. She pours out two small piles of mustard and ketchup. The fries dipped into both as well as her corndogs. The next bite gets a happy little hum from her and a smear of ketchup at the corner of her lips. "They had clam chowder?" She says around her mouthful with obvious interest. "Oooo," It probably has potatoes in it. CARBS!

As she swallows she picks the book back up and one-handed begins flipping through to the M section. "Well...a few," She admits with a lop-sided smile. "I kind of like Margaeux...and," A finger trails down the page with its names, origins and meanings. This one even seems to have a history blurb where relevant. "That means Pearl, by the way. And...Maribel-" She stops suddenly and shifts in the sand, making a face. "I'm getting bunted in the rib again..." A soft giggle and she stretches her toso and leans back more. "Ummm...it means Beautiful but...well the name kind of is. Yeah?" She looks up from the book and is biting her lower lip thoughtfully. Before she sticks a fry in it. Mmmm, carby salty goodness.

He notes her mischievousness and nods down the beach. "If I do, we do, we might not be invited back," his note pointing out the trailers with an ocean view. "The last thing those people want to see is my lily-white butt moving up and down, or hear you hating it." And then he stops picking the batter long enough to imitate her. With a look of bliss, eyes closed, he tilts his head back, "Oh. OH. Oh, Ev. Ooo yeah, just like that. A little more," he slides back a little, on to the blanket and leans on his back, facing up, "You're such an animal, take me you big, hulking mountain of a man. Take me and make me write bad checks." He ends with a few more feminine moans, adding thrashing his head from side to side.

This is about as far as he thinks he's going to get before he may get hit, so he stops there and grins over to her, now having to look a little up since he wiggled down the blanket in his play. A quick check to see what she's done while he was fooling around, and if he has complaints about his fries stolen, there's nothing spoken except to answer her question about chowder, "They do. But I think it's a side-dish? You're welcome to it if you like." He then offers the fish stick he's currently disassembling too, eyebrows lifted, in case she wants some of that too. Far be it of him not to sacrifice a meal for her.

"Margaeux?" He's about to ask what that means but is provided with that information, making the 'Ah' face, and a slow nod. Then purses his lips not finding it distasteful. Then a look down when she's getting a kick, and back up. Everett slowly shifts to roll over, careful to put items between them that were in his lap so he can reach over again, and feel for himself. Skin-to-greasy-fingers. "Do you think she likes Maribel? I mean, if it is a she. You like it?" Because that would make all the difference to Everett, as he looks up from her stomach.

Kailey watches Everett mimic her with amusement. Though finally she does roll her eyes and toss a fry at him rather than hitting him. Take those carbs! "You're awful. They wouldn't see anything. But they'd sure as hell wonder which of their neighbors was getting a pounding," She says with a wink. Leaning in she says softly, "I can make us essentially invisible. " There is a brow waggle as she leans back and takes another fry to devour. Before she is going for that clam chowder and spoon. It is given an experimental bite and then she seems to nod in satisfaction. A real bite as Everett's fingers stroke her belly. Where there is a slight movement that can be felt again when his voice rumbles close. "Mmmm...maybe?" Kailey says around her mouthful. Swallowing she then adds, "Try saying it on my belly? Your voice is deep enough and I'm enough along they can hear things outside now."

"A pounding?" he asks, with a deep rumble in his voice after laughing at getting french fry attacked, "Is that what I do?" The question may be rhetorical, but he glances at her, out of the corner of his eyes, while wearing a sly smile. Resuming picking batter off, be upends a small pile of it in the clamshell with the other fish sticks before ripping off a piece of the fish sans extra carbs. A bite, then he chews.

His meal has a little extra work to it before he'll eat it. "You think you can concentrate on something like that while you're getting that hammering? With your knees over my shoulders," he asks, his sly grin spreading wider. "Or with the way your little body reacts to mine?" When he asks this question, he rolls on his side, tears a piece of the fish off, and strokes her forearm affectionately with the flat side of his middle finger. Rather than eating the piece in that hand, he offers it up to her.

Almost.

Instead, running it over her bottom lip, introducing its smell, its texture, the geasy feel to her lip. Then he pulls it back and upnods his head to her, and wets his lips before puckering.

"Mmmm...it'd be a challenge. But I like a challenge," Kailey admits as her grins toothily. Regarding him with a playful air. Reaching out she pops another fry into her mouth and is mid-chew when the fish is offered. Excitement. She goes to bite. Psych! Kailey's nose wrinkles and she sticks the tick of her tongue out at him. Fry is swallowed and she leans in to kiss him. Tasting that fish on his lips. When she sits back she moves quickly to bite the previously offered fish. "M'kay. Place is decent," She decides with a slow lick of her lips.

A napkin is used to wipe her hands and she returns to the name book. Shifting it so they can both read. He a bit better since it rests in her lap. "Marys? That's kind of neat too..." But then she is pulling out her cell phone again. Going to the pictures and lowering the phone. "Oh. I want to know. You want to know? Or do you know? Which of the pictures?" She has a fair clue her knows, but she wants to see for herself. Obviously.

He watches the whole of her eating, so he's prepared when the kiss arrives. Closing his eyes, he mms softly through it and opens his mouth. Not for her tongue, but to suckle her bottom lip and the fish he smeared there. Until she pulls away. She leaves him so distracted, that he's slow to react, even when she bites what's left of his fish. His smile widens, and he looks at her with a grin, a telling one.

And then she's asking about names. "You didn't think Mary was good before." Watching her take out the phone, he nibbles a little of the fish with batter and glances from her to the phone. Nervously pursing his lips while he nibbles. "You know I do," he murmurs around battered fish. Hiding his mouth behind the foodstuff. "I only saw the first couple, but I was paying attention to the pictures. Big man. Him no read good. Him like picture. Ook."

Everett reaches down and moves the clamshells again. This time to the otherside of her so he can slide down the blanket and rest his head on her shoulder and watch her phone. He gets comfortable, hooked to watching the screen.

Kailey chuckles and shakes her head, "Not Mary. Marys...it's a different name. I just...Mary is so plain. And we are anything but," She explains with a shrug of her shoulder. That then settles as he settles in at her side. And she comfortably tilts her head to rest it against his. The phone is one of the bigger ones and she brings it up so they can see the blurry grayscale more clearly. The first few are face pictures. One is a skull and kind of creepy looking. Then there's a picture of feet and legs with a little arrow and- "Oh. Oh!" Kailey grins and turns her head slightly to press a kiss into Everett's hair. There's no doubt her cheeks have to be hurting by now. "Well...there we are big monkey man. Picture -and- words. So helpful the arrow," She giggles as she tilts the phone and tries to figure out how the technician can tell by zooming in. Which only makes it harder not easier.

"The hell you say," Everett scoffs, lifting his head up to take a look at her incredulously but with deep affection. "Maybe you aren't normal, but I'm just your ordinary, average vagabond." He reaches up and lightly taps her chin with his curled fist. "So something like a MaryAnn, or a MaryLou? What part of the down south, country, Hill-billy nation you come from?" He asks, squinting an eye curiously.

"Ook," he offers, the monkey-man, nuzzling into her more comfortably. For him. There's a cant of his head, while he looks at the pictures reaching across her for a mouthful of his fish, then wipes his fingers on her, before sliding his hand back under her top, palming her belly, stroking her skin with his thumb.

Kailey sticks her tongue out when he asks is she's hill-billy. "You are far from average -or- a vagabond. I am far more the vagabond then you. Who lived on the road selling her art from city to city?" She asks with a raised brow and smirk. "You know there's napkins right here, yeah?" Not that the grease will really hurt the leather she is wearing. The phone is set in her lap and she swipes to the next picture. Then picks up chowder to quickly wolf it down. Apparently it is just what she wants right now.

As Everett lays his hand on her belly there is a second or two. Something shifts beneath his palm and Kailey makes a noise. "This -ngn- is the most active she's been," She says with a rough chuckle. "Maybe she wants back on the bike?" The wind catches the pages of the book and blow it several letters backwards. Landing on the letter H. Kailey slips her hand in to keep it from fluttering more and peers at the options there. "Oh...this one is Greek. It means sea. Hali?" She points at the entry with one finger while the other filches more fries.

Since his face is down, looking over her breasts to see the pictures, Everett murmurs, "I'm sure I'm the most average person in the world. Here. I'm happy enough right now, with my family," her belly is squeezed. "Ask me anything. Anything on your mind at all. I promise, no evasion." He lifts his gaze at her, for a second, then back down.

"Well, if you talk about miles, I suppose you. But I did have a gangwar in a hurricane, doesn't that count as vagabondish?" The question is glazed over, "And you lived in a van. I camped under the stars when we went to rallies and other things like that." She's squeezed again. "Man, who knew that the cure for wanderlust is just getting them sufficiently knocked up. I should have done that to you right away." Then he's silent, watching with increasing interest the more the devoring of chowder goes on. When its polished of Everett murmurs, "Daammnnn, girl. That was impressive."

He makes a face with the next movement, "I think he or she doesn't like chowder. Maybe too much seafood? Or, you're right, maybe they have the road in their blood. With your waunderlust and mine, we're never going to see this kid." Then something occurs to him, and he gets THAT gleam in his eye before sliding up from his cuddling position, to wiggle his brows at her and throw his right leg over hers, "We'll have to start making another just so we'll see one." Leaning down, he steals a quick, but promising kiss before the wind fingers through the book.

"Hmm. Hali is good too. Merhali. Halimer? Is your family greek? Not that that's a requirement. Mine isn't Spanish." His attention returns to her, a little after snack nuzzle, brushing his nose along her cheekbone To her ear. "I love you," he whispers.

Kailey finishes the chowder and smiles proudly as she sets it aside. Licking her lips she turns slightly to kiss his chin. "No evasion hmmm?" She asks thoughtfully. She picks up her drink finally and takes a thoughtful sip. Her other hand rests over his on her belly. So she carefully shifts to lean back against Everett more. "As I recall you did knock me up pretty much right away," She points out with a giggle. "I don't know what the fuck I am, to be honest. Maybe I should do that ancestory thing sometime? Mom never talked about any family besides my dad. And even then she couldn't stick to calling him the same name. He had, like, three. Granted they all started with a C, but as far as I know they're just fakes," Her tone is faintly sad but she keeps smiling.

When Everett nuzzles Kailey lets out a happy hum as she sighs. "I love you too," She says soft and tender. Turning to catch his lips with hers. It isn't a peck, but it isn't a drawn out kiss either. Instead she rests her head against his. "So...you said once you were running from something...will you tell me what?" She asks reluctantly and with a brief bite of that thick lower lip. "I know you don't like to talk about it. But the past has a tendency to come back and bite ya, yeah?"

"Well," he offers a long, thoughtful silence. "Maybe very little evasion. We'll see." He continues to look up at her with affection from while she was finishing the chowder that was a part of his meal. But he's not vocal about it. Just watching her eat and then wash it down with a sip. "I did. It was almost like I was trying to put my claim on you," he says, smirking softly up to her. His gaze drops down to her lips, while he adds, "But it wasn't on purpose. If I could find something that fits, I would probably wear condoms."

As he says the word, Everett makes a face. He's unable to conceal his distaste for wearing a trash bag. "You know, if I'd thought about it at the time. If I recall. You were sick and I was just going to cuddle a little to make you feel better." He smiles broader, "you'd already unlaced my boots, I thought I might as well stay. It was that or walk back home, alone. With my bootlaces whipping around. And making you feel bad on top of feeling sick." His hand gives her stomach a soft squeeze, "And I couldn't do that. Plus, I can't complain about how things turned out. I like like you. I like like our kid whoever she or he turns out to be. I wouldn't change that for anything."

She finds him eager for the kiss, parting his lips to taste her drink and the chowder while he softly moans between her lips. The kiss perks him; his whole body. And when she rests her head on his, that perk ebbs. "I used to be easy going with that word: love. But the last girlfriend, she kind of. I guess," Everett pauses, and looks towards the water, squinting from the sun reflection. He sighs, "There was damage, let's say. But I shouldn't pass that damage on to you. Or Bean. I know I feel that love but I don't say that enough. How I feel about you both, my pride of Queens." Turning his focus back up to Kailey.

"Yeah," he agrees, "it does. Ok." There's a nervous pause. "Ok," he repeats. "So, you know I was in a motorcycle club. They weren't. Well, they weren't nice people. My Dad was, maybe is, one of the founding members. So I was pretty much sure to get in. But we did all kinds of things. Drugs, weapons, ... people. Whatever earned cash. It didn't matter.
Noel, she. She was the girlfriend of my friend there. Or I thought he was my friend. Dog." His palm on her stomach growing sweaty. "Anyways, Noel got pregnant and Dog being the dick he was dropped her saying she cheated on him with someone else and that's who's kid it was."
"By then, I had been spending a lot of time with Noel. She was a nurse, so she was pretty smart, except, you know." He smiles softly, "you love who you love," he says, shrugging. "She couldn't help it anymore than I could. When Dog dropped her, she was pretty much done with him at the time and since she and I had spent so much time together, because I was watching out for her, protecting her, we kind of had a thing. For just about a year. I liked her. I like liked her a lot, enough that I was going to raise Dog's kid as my own. Coming to Gray Harbor? That was her idea. Having a candy store for kids? That was her too. She loved kids. Me too. But she really loved kids."

Everett stops. He shifts his weight around, sitting up from his laying position and takes his hand from Kailey's stomach. His right leg bent, he wraps his arms around the leg and returns his gaze towards the water. He's firm lipped for a second, holding something back before he continues after clearing his throat. "Ahem. Anyways. One day, Dog and a friend of his wanted something. From me. They knew where to find me, in bed with her. They got my gun. And they blew her face off."
"While she was right next to me."
"And told me if they didn't get what they wanted, the cops would find her body with my gun."

Everett's a tight bundle of muscle and refuses to turn his head to look at Kailey. Jaw clenched, chin down, he watches the waves coming and going. And he lets the otherwise silence continue as long as she'll let it.

Kailey's hand squeezes over Everett's. That smile is soft on her face and there is understanding. Somehow she had a hunch the big guy wasn't just a motorcycle enthusiast. And she's been on the road from coast to coast enough to know the dangers and kind of people out there. Of course she also knows how to blend in with said crowd. Probably just one reason she doesn't shy away when he mentions what they did. Instead she shifts to curl up against him more. Slowly the hand over his rubs up his arm and back down.

Noel's situation and how Dog treated her gets a frown though. But she doesn't interrupt him. Instead she looks concerned, caring, and thoughtful. A physical presence and letting him get it all out. As he gets to the end her eyes do widen, though, and her lips part with a sharp intake of breath. There is horror in those green eyes and then she scowls. "Oh fuck, Ev..." And she turns fully now to face him. Hands sliding around his neck as she leans in to press a kiss to his temple. "Did...you give them what they wanted?" Her voice is soft, faintly worried. Who wouldn't be?

A soft kiss is pressed to that tense jaw. Then to his temple. Perhaps realizing those aren't the things she should say first she quickly says, "I am so sorry you have to see that. Experience that. And you said she was haunting you too?" And her arms suddenly squeeze him tightly making her nuzzle at his ear. "This doesn't change how I feel about you. I knew you were running from something really bad. Didn't matter. I had shit pretty bad too. I love you...and thank you for telling me." Another kiss is placed against his jaw. "That's why you don't want me in your head, isn't it?"

Of course he's not an enthusiast. He has that tattoo across his back; marking him as the club's property. She's seen it anytime he's had his shirtless back to her. That wickedly mocking Jester's sneer. Everett takes a deep breath and lets it go like a cleansing self-soothing action. His hands holding his leg curl, god he just wishes he could punch something right now. But also, when he turns his head from the water and looks to Kailey, he doesn't want to show her that side of him either. His jaw clenches tightly, eyes close before the water builds to high and spills down his cheeks.

Once again, he clears his throat, and doesn't look while he nods. "I ha--," he starts to say, before stopping, realizing that his voice cracks. His head turns, he covers his mouth with his hand and opens his eyes again. Though he looks towards the water, his eyes see all the way back, nearly to the day he arrived. The next breath he takes is shaky, then he tries again, "I had to."

He lets her speak, before he looks back at her. Somehow he's managed to avoid crying, "Part of it." He takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. "The other part, the biggest part is that I don't want you to see some of the things that I did. Some of the stuff I thought I had to do before Noel showed me that I didn't have to be that person anymore. I'm not that guy anymore," sometimes, "and I don't want you or anybody else knowing of the kinds of things that I do back then. You know?"

Kailey looks pained when he looks at her. Shared pain as she strokes his cheek, his hair. Little kisses given here and there. His own emotion enough to make her swallow the lump forming in her own throat. "Baby," She says softly, lovingly, hugging him again when his voice breaks. She is there. Solid. Not retreating. Letting him get the rest out. There is a soft nod and understanding on her face. "Oh...I know. I do," She reassures, leaning in to press a small kiss to his lower lip.

There is a few seconds silence in which Kailey rests her brow against his. Eyes hooded and misty. "Funny thing...I actually can't see your memories. Or your thoughts unless you want me too. Your emotions? Those I can...I can even take the hurt away if you want me too," And here she bites her lip, looking incredibly unsure. "But I'm no Jean Grey able to dig around in your memories." She won't mention she can touch things and get strong memories just fine. "I could share how I feel for you -with- you. So you know..." She trails off and goes back to biting her lower lip again. Uncertainty crawls across her youthful features and she glances down at his lips.

His cheeks inflate as he takes another deep breath and slowly lets it out. Doing what he can to not cry. Because real men, they don't do that. Instead, there's a visible push, effort in the corners of his eyes pushing that pain back down where it belongs. In the pit of his past.

"So. Yeah. You asked what I was running from," Everett says, turning his attention to her and sliding his arm around her shoulders. "That's it." Mostly. Then the right side of his mouth quirks, a half-smile for less than a second. His head gives a shake, just the one. "I don't need you to share with me that way. Especially this far from Gray Harbor. You tell me you love me. You've shown me you love me." His other hand slides over her leather at her stomach. "I don't have any doubts that right now, at this moment, that you feel for me the way I feel for you."

Slowly, lingeringly, Everett leans in. He jokes when he's nervous and he made it through that moment without cracking a single one. So let it be no surprise when as he leans in and his eyes narrow to small slits, he waits for the last second, before tilting his head up and wrapping his lips around her nose, then blowing. If he had gotten deeper he might have blown into a nostril, instead, the air passes around her skin sounding like a quick air leak.
Pppffftttt.

He pulls his arm back and grins, using his hands to protect his sides from tickling. "Truce, truce!"

Kailey's eyes do a slow blink and drop downwards to where his hand covers her belly. And her hand joins Everett's own. Warm and not at all sweaty. Another stroke of the skin there and she looks back up. Smiling gently and giving her own nod. Just the one. "Okay," She says softly. And she thinks he is leaning in for a kiss. So of course she leans it too. Tilting her head just slightly so that raspberry lands on the side of her nose.

There's a noise of dismay and Kailey jerks her head back, wrinkling her nose and wiping at it suddenly. "AUGH!" She says with annoyance, giving Everett a narrowed eyed mock-glare. "Really?!" She says with exasperation. "Bleh!" And she sticks her tongue out at him. Sitting back and crossing her arms. Is that a pout? Yep, a cute little pout. Tilting her nose up she turns and picks up her drink for a long sip. Hrumph her demeanor and body language says. Though there is a tightness at the corners of her lips. The resistance to a smirk showing in the soft crinkling there.

It's the 'Really?!' that in particular makes Everett laugh out loud. But when she brings out the big pouty guns, the big mean tough biker, makes a soft pitiable sound when he relaxes. He's quick to slide his arm back around her shoulders, his other on her wrist to pull down the drinking container. "I'm sorry, Kiki. You know I love you." Rather than her lips, because he can't be trusted, his big paw moves from her wrist to neck, cupping her from the other side while he descends down.

A strong man, a brave man.
A man who wasn't scared that she knew where he lived, would do it again.

But Everett is none of those things before the care and comfort of his Queen. His breath is warm compared to the sea breeze. And his lips are a little tacky, not from fish oil, or grease, but from frequent kissing and dryness. Over her jugular, in the middle of her neck, he places the first ginger kiss before lifting his head to place a companion below her jaw. A soft, aroused sound rises from his chest and is made to arrest in his mouth.

Kailey fights to keep the haughty expression when he laughs. But oh how hard it is. That deep rumbling thing that makes her want to giggle. But she manages with only a couple of lip twitches. Until he is leaning in again. Wrapping his arms around about and pulling her close. She can feel his breath on her neck and it raises goosebumps. Making her shiver with repressed delight. The softest of sounds coming from her throat at the first dry-lipped kiss. A louder and more inquisitive one follows the next.

A ripple passes in the air. Only noticeable to someone with the ability to see the shimmer. But there isn't anyone like that here...besides them. A tiny town, a small beach, the odds are in their favor. Kailey turns into his arms and wraps hers around his once more. Leaning in to give him a forgiving kiss. Lingering and sensual, but not quite parting her lips fully. Tongue just tracing his own before she leans back and shrugs out of her leather jacket.

"Prove it," Kailey says before reaching out to pull him down atop her with a mischevious giggle.

All anyone in those trailers sees is beach. All they hear is the gentle roll of the waves. What's the point of having powers if you can't use them for public lewdity?