Flying Dicks on Pumpkins | Jax & Elaine
"This is literally the best pumpkin I think I've ever carved. And I've carved quite a lot of pumpkins over the years." Elaine said as she cradled the pumpkin she and Jax had decorated in her lap. By this point in the night she'd already kicked off the crystal-encrusted heels she'd been wearing all night for her costume and had her feet per usual up on the dash of Jax's car, floofy princess dress pooling around her knees.
"It's a total masterpiece. I'd say we should put it out on your porch, but I'd worry some punk kids would smash it instead of recognizing the artistic genius of a shit-ton of tiny winged dicks flying in the shape of a larger dick." She grinned over at the boy next to her, raising an eyebrow as she wiggled the pumpkin at him. "So what do you think? Go to your house, find a place of prominence to display our finest work?"
Elaine was well aware of the fact that it would be one of the few times she'd actually stepped inside of Jax's house. Most of their dalliances had occurred either at Celia's mansion or wherever they could find a half-covered place to have at each other. Even to the point where Elaine had gotten over her previous hesitance about the back of his truck, finding that it wasn't half bad once you laid a blanket down.
But she couldn't take back what she'd said earlier. Not that she'd ever want to... She was his. He was hers. Maybe it was time to stop forcing him into her space. And so what if dawn was only a few hours away. She could get home in time. Or maybe just find a dark enough space so I can stay with him a little longer... She thought, gaze flickering away a little.
"Unless you're wiped out from the party and just wanna drop me off home. I know it's kinda late and unlike me, you've got somewhere to be the morning, I bet." Elaine half-smiled at Jax, tracing the grooves in the top of the pumpkin absently.
God she was a sap for this dumb dog.














