One leg slides up over the other, the conchas on the bottom of her chaps clattering against each other.
In Mexico...
Charlie twists and then she's on him, hips snugged to his, her ankles crossed at the back of the chair.
I didn't know just what to expect
She brings her face in so close to his they're breathing the same inch of air and time...just...slows.
In Mexico...
"What do you say, Raul? Reckon you can give me the time for it?"
She threw her arms around my neck
Raul tears his eyes away to look past her as she does exactly that. "I'll give it to you from your eleven to three."
"You sure? Ready for a thrill?"
In Mexico...
Her hips grind and he nearly chokes. "Good to go, boss. Give it up for me."
We started dancin all around the floor
"Give it and get it." Charlie brushes her lips against his ear, sucking her breath back in a sweet little whimper through her teeth, and Christ above he can feel the muscles up the inside of her thighs trembling, the damp of her down below. "Ready to get in, Mexico?"
In Mexico...
He slaps his hands against her ass and pulls in hard. "Now!" Charlie flips over backwards till her head nearly hits the floor, her arms flash out, and slim little throwing knives hit home in two out of three panting throats, standing at eleven and three of the clock precisely. Even with a dent in her brains and drunk as a skunk, there's never been anything wrong with her ears or sense of direction.
Until she did a dance I never saw before
He's lucky the insane little maneuver throws off the owner of the third, because it takes Raul more than a second to see straight enough to shoot his eye out with the 9mm she had strapped up the inside of her thigh. One hand still digging into the cleft of Charlie's ass, he takes long enough to make sure everyone's dead who should be and lets the pistol fall out of his hand.
So if you're south of the border
Everything's rushed south-
I mean down in Mexico
Down and in-
And you wanna get straight
Just carry her straight over to the nearest table-
Man, don't hesitate
Or just tip over straight onto the floor and-
Just-
Wee small note for the last section; I'm writing in line with the direction Charlie and Raul are going, so the next part might be a bit of a dirty little slap.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Down in Mexico 5//6
Date: 2011-12-14 06:50 am (UTC)This time he knows it's him who's moaning.
She started dancin' with the castanets
One leg slides up over the other, the conchas on the bottom of her chaps clattering against each other.
In Mexico...
Charlie twists and then she's on him, hips snugged to his, her ankles crossed at the back of the chair.
I didn't know just what to expect
She brings her face in so close to his they're breathing the same inch of air and time...just...slows.
In Mexico...
"What do you say, Raul? Reckon you can give me the time for it?"
She threw her arms around my neck
Raul tears his eyes away to look past her as she does exactly that. "I'll give it to you from your eleven to three."
"You sure? Ready for a thrill?"
In Mexico...
Her hips grind and he nearly chokes. "Good to go, boss. Give it up for me."
We started dancin all around the floor
"Give it and get it." Charlie brushes her lips against his ear, sucking her breath back in a sweet little whimper through her teeth, and Christ above he can feel the muscles up the inside of her thighs trembling, the damp of her down below. "Ready to get in, Mexico?"
In Mexico...
He slaps his hands against her ass and pulls in hard. "Now!" Charlie flips over backwards till her head nearly hits the floor, her arms flash out, and slim little throwing knives hit home in two out of three panting throats, standing at eleven and three of the clock precisely. Even with a dent in her brains and drunk as a skunk, there's never been anything wrong with her ears or sense of direction.
Until she did a dance I never saw before
He's lucky the insane little maneuver throws off the owner of the third, because it takes Raul more than a second to see straight enough to shoot his eye out with the 9mm she had strapped up the inside of her thigh. One hand still digging into the cleft of Charlie's ass, he takes long enough to make sure everyone's dead who should be and lets the pistol fall out of his hand.
So if you're south of the border
Everything's rushed south-
I mean down in Mexico
Down and in-
And you wanna get straight
Just carry her straight over to the nearest table-
Man, don't hesitate
Or just tip over straight onto the floor and-
Just-
Wee small note for the last section; I'm writing in line with the direction Charlie and Raul are going, so the next part might be a bit of a dirty little slap.