fluff prompt: ah ship of your choice. Taking a long car ride out of the city, pulling over on the side of the road, laying out on the hood of the car to stargaze, soft love confessions
“Wooohoo!” Jack shouts, the wind in her hair as she comes up beside the black and green car. “Suck a dick, motherfucker!”
Instantly, Michael yells back, honking wildly. She can barely catch his words among the wind and the sound of Ride of the Valkyrie, but she just grins and throws him a wink, before stepping on the gas.
The race ends in a small, wooded cliff, from which they can barely make out the sea through the brushes. They’re both flushed with excitement, hair tussled from the wind as they slide their cars sideways to park near perfectly before the picnic table.
“I won!” Jack exclaimed, fist pumping the air. “Pay up, or your ass is mine!”
“It was a fucking tie,” Michael protested, loud and wild and laughing as he stumbled out of his car and into her arms. They stare at each other, grinning widely. Michael lifts a hand, brushing short red hair back behind her ear.
“Nope, I won and I want my prize,” Jack insisted, leaning in with a smile.
“Well, if you’re sure,” Michael drawled, bumping their noses together. Jack laughed.
“I’m sure,” she murmured as she captured his mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. They broke apart ages later, flushed with a different kind of excitement.
“You get the food, I get the blankets?” Michael suggested, and Jack squeezed his ass through his jeans.
“Sure,” she mumbled against his mouth, dragging her tongue over his lower lip. Her eyes were glinting mischievously. “First one to the table gets a blowjob.”
She pulled back and darted off, leaving Michael standing slightly dazed, before her words sunk in.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he run off to his own car. “Fucking cheater!”