"Okay, sweetie," Fred said as she put the plates in the sink and started running water over them before reaching for the washing liquid. "This shouldn't take me too long."
She glanced over at him when he kissed her shoulder, blushing a little at his compliment about her dress. "I--thank you." She hadn't even thought about it being his favorite of her outfits when she had pulled it out. Then again, she always felt beautiful, the way he looked at her no matter what she was wearing. He had looked at her like she was the most wonderful thing he had seen even when she had been wearing second-hand clothes with her hair pulled up askew when he had first come to find her in Los Angeles.
As he took the bags out to the Tahoe, Fred washed the dishes and tried them, putting them away in the cabinet. She then pulled the garbage bag out of the can and tied it shut, just as Nick called out that he was ready. After making sure everything was off in the house, she grabbed her purse, taking it and the bag out with her, locking the door behind her. She put the bag out for collection and went to the truck, climbing into the passenger seat.
"All right," she said, taking a deep breath. "Next stop, Sunnydale."
Once Fred was in the truck, and settled, Nick started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. He'd been living and working in Vegas long enough to know of the shortcuts to the interstate. He wasn't in the mood to drive through the strip. He saw the strip enough during his work.
Soon they were pulling out onto the interstate and moving west. "I know how to get to Los Angeles, but not Sunnydale," he said, looking over at Fred. He put the cruise control on and reached over and ran the back of his hand over her thigh. "You're have to be my navigator or we'll end up in Mexico."
They continued to drive for a couple more hours until Max started to whine. Nick figured he needed to use the bathroom. There wasn't any rest stops in sight but he saw a sign for a state park. He took the exit and drove to it. And, once he was parked, and helped Max out of the back.
After Max was tied to a picnic table, Nick stepped over to Fred and placed his hands on her waist. "While Max is stretching his legs, we should find something to occupy our time," he murmured before deeply kissing her.
Fred looked over at Nick when he ran his hand up her thigh, a soft shudder running through her. The way he touched her always made her feel gooey inside and loved. "I...I think I can do that," she said, reaching over and touching his temple. "But you should probably keep your eyes on the road. Don't want to have an accident on the way - I rather like having you to myself in one piece."
As they drove, she reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the map, folding it so she could easily read it. She figured out the route they should take and let Nick know which way to go.
By the time Max started whining, Fred felt she could use a bit of a rest herself. She found that she grew a bit restless when she had to stay in one place for an extended period of time, probably from all the times she had been forced to stay still, hiding from the cow hunters on Pylea. So when they stopped, she got out of the Tahoe and stretched, extending her arms above her head and letting the sun warm her face for a moment. Following Nick over to the picnic table, she smiled when he put his arms around him before closing her eyes as he kissed her.
"Hmmmm, anything specific you have in mind?" she murmured against his lips. She trailed her hands up his side to hook under his arms, pulling him closer. "We didn't bring a picnic lunch, and I don't know if we have time for a hike to see that cliff I saw the sign for back there, but we do seem to be in rather a secluded area..."
With an impish grin, she pushed him down on the picnic bench and straddled his lap, leaning in to kiss him again.
Nick raised an eyebrow when Fred started to talk about picnics and hikes. Those weren't the things he was thinking of. He was about to point out there were other things to do when she started to kiss him. Groaning, he allowed her to push him to a sitting position.
"I think you're right," he whispered before moving his mouth along her jaw and down to her neck. His hands slid down her back and cupped her bum. He nuzzled against her breasts through the material of her dress as his hands slipped under the helm of it.
After a little adjustment, Nick ran his fingers over the soft skin of her thighs. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world," he whispered before kissing her again.
His fingers dipped to her inner thighs and he gently pushed them apart. As he continued to kiss her, his fingers moved up and pushed the material of her panties to the side. He sought out her clit and when he found it, he started to run it in small circles.
"Come for me, Fred," he hoarsely whispered before kissing her again.
"And you're...you're the most wonderful guy," Fred told Nick before letting out a soft sigh, feeling his fingers most up her thigh. At one time, she would have been scared about something like this, outside in broad daylight, but after being apart from him for so long, she wanted nothing more than to share what moments she could with him, no matter where they were.
So she kissed him as she allowed him to push her legs apart, feeling herself tensing a bit in anticipation of what she knew he was about to do. A moment later, sensation sparked through her, and her hips bucked up slightly as he began teasing her. "Oh God, Nick," she moaned, reaching up to lock her hands around the back of his neck, her head falling back.
She pressed against his palm, moving in rhythm to his fingers. It wasn't long before she felt herself tightening up, skating the edge. And when he asked her to come for him, before kissing her, that was all it took to push her over. With a soft cry, she began spasming against his hand, trembling on his lap, not caring if anyone might see them.
After a few moments, she was still shuddering a little, but she knew she wanted to feel him inside her, like she had the night before. Lifting herself up slightly, she reached down between them and unzipped Nick's jeans, pulling them down a bit so she could pull him out. As she looked into his eyes, she stroked him until she felt he was hard enough, then pushed her panties to the side again and positioned herself over him, lowering herself down and taking him inside her.
"Ungh...I--I love feeling you this way," she told him softly.
The more Fred shuddered and groaned, the harder Nick rubbed. He fell himself getting harder but Fred's pleasure came first and foremost. It always would, no matter what happened.
Soon, he was reward with her crying out and her muscles clenching around his fingers. He groaned, almost painfully, as his erection pushed against the zipper of his jeans. Nick wasn't expecting anything back from Fred but knew he would need sometime to cool off before they could start driving again.
When Fred moved on his lap, he carefully removed his fingers from her panties and licked them clean. He then perked an eyebrow as she undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. Nick hissed at the sensation and bucked his hand up as she stroked him. "Darlin', you don't..."
The words died in his throat the moment Fred engulfed him with her tightness. He screwed his eyes shut and started to recite baseball stats in his head, fearing he'd come if he didn't.
Taking a hold of her hips, Nick started thrust up inside of her. The thrusts were deep and hard, and he felt himself shuddering with each one. He didn't think he was going last long, and soon he could feel his balls tightening up.
"Fred," he groaned as he continued to push up into her. "Gonna..."
Before he could say the words, Nick felt his body tense and then explode as he came hard inside of her.