doku | VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

[Goodness, Krieg, don't mistake her for the kind of girl that actually believes she's worth anything that positive! Considering the forcefulness of some of those videos it might a quiet reinforcement that marriage is bullshit, no one is pure - least of all Nariko.]

Yeah, like, messing around in tight yoga clothes, ripping them open to fuck. And then there's other really complicated yoga sex positions!

[That look really great for tightening your core. Just saying.]

[He just thinks she'd look good in a wedding dress. No subconscious implications here, just dark skin dressed in white lace.]

I thought that was called kama sutra?

[Krieg is all about core exercises. You have his attention.]

[What a sweetheart. If he ever wants to embarrass the shit out of her all Krieg's got to do is say all of that.]

The Kama Sutra isn't completely dedicated to sex so much as marrying emotional and physical intimacy through actions, some of those being certain position. They're not particularly strenuous, though.

[Then again Nariko can put her ankles behind her ears so maybe don't trust her understand of flexibility.]

Honestly, have you seen some of the normal poses? It's hard not to think about sex with your ass up in the air. Especially when it's mine.

[Yeah, Krieg is not at all flexible...for virtue of his bulk. Maybe that'll change if a certain someone challenges him in the bedroom.

"Bedroom".]

I--

[Is--is that line of dialogue supposed to make him think about her ass in the air? Because it did. Not that it's improving his situation at all...but you very well could combine yoga with bondage.]

What? I'm short enough that I can pull it off in the trailer!

[She's completely misunderstanding his response.] You should try it with me! I'd say tomorrow but I plan to drive all night.

[For the record, if he's really still got a problem going on down there she hasn't noticed it because she refuses to look below his neck.]

[Woah woah woah okay, let's pull the mental handbreak before we formulate a response.]

Wait--try yoga with you with sex or without sex?

[He thinks that this is what he has to pay forward for tying him up and fucking him, because he thinks that's how it works.

And no, he hasn't looked below his neck either. He doesn't want to bring any more attention to it.]

Without.

[Dude, you're not going to want to bang her all the time!]

I mean, it's just something to do together! I know enough to be a good teacher. [There does not need to be any paying forward in any respect, she's doing it because she wants to, after all. But ...]

You don't have to, of course.

[Now she can't help worrying that he's just humoring her likes because they've apparently decided to screw.]

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[No, he's too asexual-leaning to want to do it that frequently.]

No, no, it's a good idea, I just--just wanted to make sure what we were talking about. [He clears his throat.] Actually, I was thinking earlier...I'm gonna go crazy without a gym. I was thinking about getting a set of nesting weights. Yoga would be easy on the road, too.

[He's not humoring her. At least, not intentionally. He's just a clueless virgin.]

That'd be good, and there are bars to hang off of stuff for pull ups and such. [Which wouldn't do well for the trailer itself but there are parks and stuff, and you can take it everywhere!]

I could sit on your feet, too!

[She's not exactly petite but she might not weigh enough to actually hold any part of this man down without a good amount of help.]

Oh, that's a good idea.

[Since he can't put his feet under the couch (storage space) or the bed (more storage space). She doesn't need to hold him down, just be a counter-weight!]

...Thanks, Nariko.

[He breathes out softly.]

It feels nice to spend time with you.

[Here they are some hours into this drive and they don't want to kill each other! On the contrary!]

[She finally looks over at him properly and ... Ends up smiling, too.]

There's nothing to thank me for. [Incredibly on the contrary.]

It's nice to spend time with you, too.

[That's a little bit of the problem but once they get to Vegas everything will sort itself out. She has to believe in that.]

Oh, it's... [He waves it off.] Just a rehab thing. I thought you should know that I'm thankful for having you around.

[People just don't communicate that enough sometimes.]

Mm, considering that I tend to cause trouble nearly as much as I occasionally help ...

[Her response stands! There's nothing to thank her for, especially since they'll probably end up involved in some level of bullshit. The hazards of being a duo!]

[Lowly:] Stop it.

[He'd look her in the eyes if he could, but he's kind of...driving.]

We've both made our mistakes in our lives. We'll probably make a lot more. But that doesn't mean any less that you're one of the best things that has happened to me.

[She was kidding!!! ... No, she wasn't, and he clearly knew it, and that's what unnerves her, right along with his Super Serious Adult Voice. For a long moment Nariko remains as she is, staring ahead as if the road could tell her how to sort out her own dumb feelings. There's a part of her that wants to snap back, but it's actively - very obviously repressed.]

Fine.

[Yes, she's pouting a little bit, though it's a bit difficult to place why. Maybe because he shouldn't get under her skin so goddamn much and yet here they are.]

[And it might be a bad idea, but he reaches over and places his hand on hers, whatever it might be in the middle of.]

You want to talk about it?

[He has no idea what's going on in her head, but he knows there's something and it's not good. If they're going to work out as a duo, they're going to have to get used to speaking their minds with each other.]

[She'd just been drawing idle designs on her notebook, nothing particularly important.]

There's nothing to talk about.

[It's not a lie in the most direct sense. How is she supposed to voice something that she can't even put to words in her own head? It's like explaining an abstract painting to people who hate art: You can try but the point will never quite make it, and you'll only dumb it all down the harder you try.

But her hand turns up to hold his properly, she tilts her head towards her window, relaxing minutely. He means well but she's never been very good at talking about the parts of herself that don't make a lick of sense.]

[He knows the feeling, even though she's not conveying it. He finds that the best way to deal with it is to rant senselessly until the energy drains from him, but he's hesitant to let her witness that in any context.]

I doubt that. But if you don't want to, you don't have to.

[It's not a matter of whether she wants to or not it's just ... She can't. How is she supposed to get into all of that? Frankly, it seems much easier to fuck three guys at once than deal with all of that mess. But that's not exactly the most kosher response and they don't have any tequila on hand so she squeezes his hand a little, and won't let go of it until he takes it back.

One way or another she's probably going to try and shove him off to bed around midnight so that's what, six more hours?]

I'm goin', I'm goin'...

[He's happy to hand over the wheel to her when the time comes, it's just...moving from one place to the other. He drops by the trailer first to grab a pillow and a blanket before coming back and curling up in the back of the cabin.

It's all yours, girl.]

[Off they go, night edition!

The first few hours are pretty boring, she sings a little, tries out some of the lyrics she wrote to different melodies in her head, it's considerably easy to keep herself amused. But somewhere around four in the morning she stops at a mostly abandoned gas station and sags into the driver's seat, closing her eyes.

... He's asleep, so it's not even going to matter, and didn't Krieg say that he was a heavy sleeper? She'd asked specifically for this reason. Since they're stopped and she needs to work her legs a bit anyway Nariko hops out of the driver's side and briefly heads into the trailer before coming back.

Krieg's asleep, so he's not going to hear anything buzzing very animatedly.]

[What the fuck, Nariko. You could totally just..do that in the trailer and have all the privacy in the world. He's out cold, it's not like he's gonna wonder where you wandered off to!

...not that it matters, he's not even wondering what she's up to. Because he's asleep like the dead. Just don't diddle and drive, okay?]

[What if something happened and she wasn't here!! His health is more important than her desires! But since she can figure out how to make it work there's no reason to not cater to both!

Also uh no the whole point is to drive with the thing inside of her! It'll be fine. Maybe by the end of it she'll even be relaxed enough to actually sleep! You never know. Besides, they're halfway there, or something along those lines, and if she stops and gets all involved in herself then she'll fall asleep and they'll lose time ...

This is the more efficient way to go about it! She'll tap out at six in the morning and then go to bed, so either way he can go undisturbed.]

[Krieg has no idea, but if he did, he'd be thankful he woke up the next morning. At least there's like, no one else on the roads at that hour, right?

He couldn't point fingers, either, because he has his own vices to address. Groggily, he wakes up shortly after Nariko calls it quits and watches the sunrise while sitting on top of the truck. After that, he heads inside of the trailer--quietly--to take his meds along with a protein shake, changing his clothes so he can go out for a short...two hour run.

He leaves a note stuck to the fridge, at least.]

Gone out for a run.
Breakfast in fridge.
Microwave 1:30.
Call if need.
- K

[She wakes up exhausted as fuck all and alone, on top of that. For a good, long moment Nariko just laid there, staring at the trailer before she dragged herself out of bed once and for all. She sees his note and manages to get some food in her, but it does occur to her that she has no idea how long he's been gone, when he might have gotten up.

Oh well.

She goes ahead and takes a shower, which is a long and involved affair unto itself since she's washing her hair. Chances are Krieg will come back to one of two sights: Nariko brushing her hair out in a towel while cursing, or laid out on top of the trailer in some shorts and a tank top.

She forgot to buy a damn blow dryer and hopefully this won't take as long as air drying.]

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