Camping (Jackson & Sev)

[Jackson James Beech]

After a long week of working after the shop, Jackson Beech had a lot of pent up energy and stress that he really needed to get out - and he really needed time away from him. When the only places he was every day were work and his home, it started to get boring and quickly irritating for him to be at either of them. Sev knew that, he figured, which was probably why she'd sprung the idea of having a camp out on him when he'd got home from work late Friday afternoon, with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a bag of weed in the other. Overall, the idea seemed promising, so the dark haired twenty four year old went along with it.

He packed up his buick with a few things - a tent he had from the year before, when he'd gone on a three day long camping trip with a few of the guys, a cooler containing coca cola and a couple other pops as well as his Jack and Sev's favorite Smirnoff vodka, and a few bags of chips and other food. Locking the door behind him, he'd brought Sev in to his car and then drove off, stopping only after they were far out of Westridge. He knew of a spot in the woods where it was pretty nice for camping. It was right near the edge of Lake Bear, and there was a dirt road to take you right to the campsite.

Of course, the view was just as beautiful as ever. Early August heat filled the air, making even the late night warm and cozy for them. The water was clear as ever and very calm, perfect for background scenery, and the campsite was, luckily very empty when the pair got there. Jackson had pitched the tent while Sev loaded the things out of the back of his Buick. She was clueless about tents, but that made sense, he supposed - she'd never needed one before.

It wasn't long before the last pole of the tent was tethered to the ground, and and Jackson gave a firm nod towards his finished piece when it was, extending one hand to his girlfriend. She'd know to give him his bottle of Jack.

[Seven Mae Fitzgerald]

Pleased that she'd managed to start her boyfriend's weekend on a high point, Sev had good plans for how their night out in the woods would go. The drinking, the weed, the sex that would surely come out of it. God, he was going to love her for how great she was going to make this night for him. He just had to, she'd planned everything just right. Well, not every little detail, but what things were supposed to happen - and what things were not going to happen. There would be no bitchiness this weekend, no snapping at each other and getting at each other's nerves or at each other's throats. The only dicks that would be there was the one in Jackson's pants, not him or her - and definitely not anyone else. It was just a weekend for the two of them.

Or, at least, a night for the two of them. Knowing Jackson when he let loose, the weed and the booze would be long gone before the night was over, and she'd made sure that they had at least what was a typical night's worth for their endeavours. The twenty year old young woman highly doubted this would be one of their typical nights - even the thought of it wasn't in her mind, but it's not like she had money to get any more for them.

The disheveled brunette leaned against her boyfriend's beaten down old Buick after she unloaded their cooler and snacks from the trunk, placing her backpack containing her pipe, blankets and a couple other things down beside the blue and white cooler. She had her bottle of Smirnoff in one hand and Jackson's bottle of, amusingly, Jack in her other hand, waiting to pass it off to him as soon as he finished pitching the tent. She took a quick swig from her bottle, barely even flinching at the sour taste that formed in her mouth upon doing that - she was amost a natural at the drinking game. Not like Jack was, but she doubted she'd ever be that great at it - unlike him, Sev was sober some times.

Her dark brown eyes followed her boyfriend's figure, a sly grin on her face as her gaze scanned his ass. She was in the middle of admiring when he turned around, one hand extended from the bottle. "Here you go," she said to him, still keeping her eyes on his midsection. After a moment she flicked her gaze upwards, meeting his own pale eyes with her smirk still riding on her lips.

[Jackson James Beech]

An equally sly smirk formed on Jackson's face as he caught his girlfriend admiring. "Like what you see?" He questioned, eyebrows raising in a suggestive manner as he took his bottle of booze from her outstretched hand. Pale gray-green eyes met hers, and he leaned forward to kiss her before pulling away and swiveling the cap of his Jack. By the end of the night his breathe would taste like weed and whiskey, but it was something that his girlfriend was used to after the last two and a half years. He figured that she probably liked it, even if she hadn't originally.

He grabbed her by the wrist, a gesture that was rather common with him, and tugged on her arm a little, wanting to lead her towards the water. It was calm and cool, and there was an area not too far from the spot they were camping out where the land jutted out in to the water. It never ended up much higher than the level of the water, but it was a decent enough and if they decided to swim (which Jackson already felt would happen some time during the night) it was deep enough that they could jump right off the edge without touching the bottom. Jackson had a thing with water - he hated wading in more than anything, and was a lot happier when he could jump in. He was happiest when he could cliff jump, but he'd never brought up that idea with Sev before. Maybe if she was cool with it, they could drive out to the cliffs in the distance. The adrenaline and sense of fear that flooded his body when he propelled himself from heights was one of the best feelings he felt, and it was so worth the rush.

"Come on," he said to the dark haired girl, eyes admiring the slight curves of her body. He wasn't even subtle about it, but he didn't need to be subtle with checking out his own girlfriend - especially when they were alone. He moved his glance to the rocky output after he spoke, though, wishing to drag her over there so that they were in a better spot. Sitting on the shore didn't really have much appeal at all, and hiding out in the tent already would be a waste of a good night.

[Seven Mae Fitzgerald]

"Why wouldn't I be?" The brunette returned, pressing her soft lips to her boyfriend's as he kissed her. A shot of tingles amalgamated on her lips where they'd been in contact, and a light butterfly sensation formed in her stomach. Even after all this time, whenever things weren't rough between them, Seven still felt just as in love with this man as she had earlier in the relationship. It made her completely forget that things weren't as perfect as they liked to seem in the moment - and being able to put that in the back of her mind was a relaxing feeling all in its own.

"What about you? Do you like what you see?" She returned, noticing the way he was admiring her body in return. That was another thing that made her feel great - she just liked to feel sexy. It was a brilliant and amazing feeling, and it boosted her confidence level tenfold. She pried her wrist from out of his grasp, which was looser and a lot more gentle that it would seem to anyone who had witnessed the way he'd grabbed at her, and took his hand. Fingertips against fingertips she moved ahead of him slightly before turning her hand around and walking backwards. She figured she knew exactly where he wanted to go.

"Because it's all yours," she continued, the sly and flirty look still on her face as she led him away from the tent. That was a lie, as much as she regretted admitting, but that was another thing that she planned to keep on the back burner, at least for tonight. For at least this one night, Seven Fitzgerald and Jackson Beech were a happy couple who were hopelessly devoted to each other and in love like their love was fresh and new, flirting and loving each other in every way they could. Their fights, the way they argued with each other and avoided each other, all the issues that came with them weren't existing tonight.

[Jackson James Beech]

"Do you even have to ask?" Jackson drawled as her wrist escaped his hold. He began following the beautiful young woman before him as she led him towards the outcrop of rocks where he had planned to bring her as he took another swig of whiskey from his bottle of Jack. The sense of life that he caught in the bright shine of her dark brown eyes drew him closer, and he cleared the distance between them to push her backwards and pin her against a near by oak tree, one hand on each side of her waist - close, but not touching, with the rim of his bottle pressed against the trunk.

He pressed his forehead against hers, arching his body to move her face just mere inches from his girlfriend's. Jackson's rough, chappd lips hovered infinitely close to Sev's as he kept her pinned between him and the three, his body pressed against hers in every possible manner. God, yes. She was his - moments like this made him realize how much he really did love having her around, with the sexy pout she would give him when she wanted something, the way every angle of her body felt perfect beneath is palms, pressed up against his skin. Her body was flawless, unimaginably perfect to the man with his arms at her sides.

His lips pushed against hers, a rough and need-filled action. His free hand moved to press hard against her waist, grabbing a the thin fibers of her shirt as his body pressed even harder against hers.

[Seven Mae Fitzgerald]

"Mmm, I guess I don't," Sev returned, half grin riding on her lips as Jackson's rough hands guided her backwards, pinning her against the trunk of a tree that her dark eyes hadn't even been able to catch sight of. As his hands rested at her side, pressing his torso flush against her own, Sev's nimble hands pressed lightly against the sides of him. One bunched at the seams of his shirt as he did the same to her, and her breathing hitched as his lips hovered just millimeters away from her own, threatening and teasing as the sensation of warmth from his body radiated against her. She didn't move, the tension between them too tantalizing to dare break.

Hovering, hovering - her hands wandered up the sides of Jackson's torso, over his chest, to hang loosely around his neck. She's been about to lean in, fill the minuscule but still so large gap between their mouths, when Jackson's lips crashed roughly down on hers and his body pressed even tighter against her. She could feel every angle, every muscle in his body it felt like - from his chest tight against hers to his legs pressing hers slightly apart - one positioning between hers and one to the left. She returned the kiss with just as much zest, her left hand moving to grasp at the hair at the back of Jackson's neck as the other, the one still holding on to her bottle, fell back to his waist, clinging to his side and keeping his body pressed against her.

"Someone's in a good mood," she quipped as she pulled away, angling her upper half away from her boyfriend's body as another sly smile formed on her lips. Her hands scaled down his body, fingertips pressed just lightly against the fabric of his shirt, until the drabbled down to his waistline, where her thumbs rested against his jeans, thumbs dipped in to his pockets.

[Jackson James Beech]

Jackson grinned against his soft lips as he placed his bottle of Jack down on the sparsely grassed land at the base of the oak. His hands grabbed at Sev's waist and he lifted her in the air so that he had her pinned against the tree, waist even with his and mouths and roughly the same level. Holding her up with both hands on her ass, Jackson pulled his head away from hers for a moment, dark hair hanging as his eyes stared deeply in to hers. They betrayed how excited he was becoming, how easily we found himself in to her. Way too easily - not that he cared. She'd give him what he wanted pretty much any moment that he asked for it, and he knew that. He did his best not to keep that on his mind a lot, but it sure made things great when he wanted her.

"Someone's good at putting me in a good mood," the twenty four year old remarked as his position adjusted so that he was supporting her weight in a more comfortable manner. Having the girl he loved in front of him, body so close, out where no one would find them... God, she was irresistible. Definitely knew how to get to him, that was for sure - they'd been at the camp site for minutes now and already he wanted to tear her clothes off. He could, and sadly would, save that for a little later - starting the sex now meant it would end earlier. Besides, they weren't stoned or drunk, and it was always better when they were. Especially when they were both.

Yes, especially when they were that fucked up. Or even more.