Bad Moon Rising

Travis Randall. 32. Wilmington, NC. Navy SEAL turned mechanic. 

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        “Where ever I want for dinner? Wow, I feel so special.” With a dramatic hand laid over her heart, sarcasm and tease intertwined in Scarlett’s words before the smirk came across her lips once again. Thinking of somewhere to go, an idea popped into her head. Hoping he’d like it, she locked her eyes onto his. “To get all of the money’s worth, how about we go to the store, grab a few things, and make dinner together? We can even make dessert if we’re feeling like it.” Already thinking ahead into the night, she knew she was going to have a great time with Travis. “You definitely should say thank you. I never bought anyone before, so you’re most certainly welcome for buying you for the evening.”

At her suggestion to making dinner, Travis nodded in agreement. The typical going out to a restaurant for a date had never been his style. He never enjoyed following the stereotypes and he was thankful that Scarlett didn’t either. “We will definitely be making dessert, it’s the best part of a meal.” He insisted with a wide smile as she lead her out to his motorcycle. “If I wanted anyone to buy me, it was you so thank you.” Travis smirked while handing her a helmet before straddling his bike and turning on the engine.

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She wasn’t getting accepted to the royal ballet anytime soon, that was for sure. But that was okay. Marley doubted she would like it very much, anyways. Too strict, too many rules. Dancing, the way she saw it, shouldn’t have any to begin with. It’s not something to be constructed, or criticized. Simply…done. And so it was simply what she was doing. It wasn’t the impressive kind; one that required any type of skill. In reality, it wasn’t anything more than the usual closed eyes, swaying hips, hands over your head because you didn’t know what else to do with them kind, and it worked more than just fine for the brunette. With the thudding of the bass in her chest, mimicking the beating of her heart, she couldn’t help but think this was what being alive felt like, and it was a thought that left her with a grin on her lips and her eyes slowly blinking open, suddenly met with the desire to share it with someone. Scanning the room, her grin only brightened upon landing on her prospect (re: victim), no hesitation in the way she slunk through the sea of bodies until she was settled right in front of them. “Dance with me.” She leaned in close to be heard over the music. It was a question, though stated as more as if she’d already been aware of the answer. Pulling back, her fingers reached in the space between their bodies, asking for their hand without having to ask at all, though making no move to physically touch them. Not without permission. “You know you want to…” She sing-songed; aware that she was most definitely projecting, but not caring.

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Another day, another trip to the bar after work. Travis sat at a table with a few empty beer glasses scattered around. While he was enjoying a glass of whiskey, a woman came up to him and told him to dance with her. Travis wasn’t much of a dancer, especially when he was sober. However, with alcohol running through his veins he found himself unable to say no to a dance with a pretty girl. “Lead the way.” Travis spoke while he took her hand and stood up, waiting to head to the dance floor.

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   “I already can do that,” Angel shot back, but regretted the cockiness immediately. Next, he’d want proof, and she really didn’t want to suffer through an awkward I’m pregnant conversation. There was only a few precious more weeks left until she would start showing, and Angelica still hadn’t quite faced that. Thankful for the distraction, and a chance to leave her own head, Angel leaned in closer and scrunched her nose up as she thought, inspecting under the hood of the car. “Radiator’s shot,” Angel drawled after several minutes, finally catching the clue. “Lookit the sludge there, coolant leakin’, I can see the puddle… might’a busted the transmission too?”

“You can?” Travis questioned before offering her an impressed smile. “Well I like you already.” He added before leaning up against a nearby post to watch as she investigated the damage. With her words, he nodded in approval. “That’s what I had in my notes.” Travis spoke in a reassuring tone as he kicked a tray of tools towards her. “Now can you fix it?”

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   For a month or so, Angel had been stuck at the front desk, barely even allowed back in the shop where the real magic was working. Sometimes, when they were short on mechanics, the boss would let Angelica slip in and tinker where she could, but it was rare. Now, as her life tumbled and turned with new crisis after another, she was desperate for the challenge and a refreshing change of pace, and was finally granted the chance to work with a mechanic and learn. Travis was a recognizable face, and Angel couldn’t help but giggle at his teasing despite all the outside stress making her frown 24/7 lately. “Don’t worry - I’m not here to bust you, just to soak up all that knowledge you’ve got ‘n make a honest worker outta me.” 

“If I’m being honest the only knowledge you’ll get out of me is how to chug a pint of beer in less than five seconds.” A teasing grin appeared over his features before he waved her over to a car. “We’ll leave that for after work though.” Travis replied as he popped open the hood of a car he had been working on. When he was in the Navy part of basic training was being thrown into scenarios to see how much you already knew. Since that was the only way he knew how to do things, it was how he would train Angelica. “Tell me what you think is wrong with this old thing.”

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The way their bodies moved together sparked a fire inside of him. Her tight grip, her loud moans, her soft breath. Everything about Helena made him weak and all he could think about was the pleasure she was giving him. “Not even close...” A breathless laugh escaped as his hand smacked her ass, his fingers digging into her skin. “I want you to be a good girl and cum for me.” Travis whispered as his teeth caught her earlobe. With a loud growl he began to thrust his hips into her as hard and as fast as he could. “Fuck....” Another moan escaped, his cock starting to throb with pleasure. 

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          She didn’t want to make it seem like she wasn’t having a great time. She was… but it was just that… she couldn’t quite get over her past. Deb couldn’t get over her golden time in LA, and now this date was getting quite strange and nostalgic and well, kind of cliché. The guy before her was a gentleman, but he was as dull as they came. And although the wine was good, the date wasn’t nearly as encouraging as she hoped, causing her to drink the whole bottle. Or well, a good amount of it. Enough to surprise him, and likely throw him off.

          Turning to the person beside her, the wine breath blonde made a quick observation, “I hate to interrupt your… well…” Words failed her in that moment. “I hate to interrupt whatever is it that’s going on for you, but see, I have a big problem.” She explained. “Can you pretend you’re sick so I can help you, take you to the hospital and get away from my date? Or maybe.. Maybe you can pretend you’re my ex. Or my cousin. Whichever story you prefer. This guy’s really annoying and he’s talking about feet. Cringeworthy.”

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Travis had been enjoying yet another drink after a long work day when a blonde woman came up to him. It seemed like a fun thing to run with considering the problems life had previously thrown his way. He downed the rest of his whiskey before walking over to the annoying man she was on a date with. “Listen buddy I’m going to give you five seconds to get up and walk out of this place. That pretty blonde girl who you think is into you, she’s my ex and I don’t take too kindly to dudes trying to steal her away from me. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’m a Navy SEAL and if you ever call her again or even think about calling her again, it’ll be the last phone call you’ll ever make.” 

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The second she gave him the response that he wanted to hear, Travis guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. With his other hand grasping onto her waist, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. His large member filled her as her walls instantly tightened around him. “I’m going to fuck you all ... night .... long.” He muttered against her lips as his thrusts became faster and harder. A glisten of sweat began to form on his chest, the moonlight reflecting onto them through the window. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” Travis growled, wrapping his arm around her body to secure the close to nothing distance between them.

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Once the two were completely vulnerable to one another, Travis allowed himself a second to stare. Narrowed, seductive eyes slowly trailed over her entire body, admiring how perfect she was. The staring didn’t last long, because the moment she hovered over him, he was brought back into reality. Travis nodded in agreement as he reached into his bedside table to grab what he needed. He ripped the package open, sliding the condom over his hard member. Looking at her with a devilish grin, Travis ran his fingers against her pussy. “You’re nice and wet for me baby girl.” He spoke in a quiet tone as his thumb rubbed her clit. “How bad do you want me?” With each word, he rubbed her clit faster and faster. Their lips grazing one another, breathing in the same air. 

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With her push, Travis lifted his head slightly to maintain their intense gaze. Usually when it came to the bedroom he had always been dominant. Every other aspect of his life, he enjoyed taking the back seat. He enjoyed listening and watching as others took to the center stage of life. However, get him behind closed doors and he was a completely different person. This time around it seemed as if Helena was the one taking control. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t mind it one bit. With his hues watching her every move, Travis inhaled a sharp breath as she took him in. “Fuck.” A moan instantly escaped at the feeling of pure bliss. “That feels so good.” 

It didn’t take long for the slow movements to start driving him insane. Travis realized that he had been waiting for this day longer than he could remember and he didn’t want to wait another second. He reached forward to unbutton her jeans, eagerly tugging them off of her body.

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A year ago Travis couldn’t imagine that this was where his life would take him. A year ago, he was in a relationship with a woman who he thought he was going to marry. A year ago, he was in the Navy making a difference in the world. When all of that fell apart, he was left alone to pick up the pieces. He never would have dreamed that he would be sleeping with Helena and enjoying it as much as he was. Without knowing it, she was slowly helping him put all of those pieces back together.

The second her hand slipped into his boxers, a low growl escaped. The pleasure was instant and circulated through his entire body. “Fuck yeah I do.” Travis nodded as he undid her bra, ripping it off of her body. Without hesitation his lips found her breasts, peppering kisses over her skin. “Do you think you can take this big dick?” He groaned up as his teeth grazed her breasts, this time sucking on her skin and making sure to leave a mark. 

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She allowed herself to melt into his touch, pressing herself against him as closely as their bare skin and the fabric of their clothing would allow. It had been quite a while longer than she’d like to admit since she’d been intimate with someone  — perhaps only a little over a month wasn’t exactly a large amount of time, but considering she went from almost exclusively fucking the same guy for months to no one at all, it had come to feel like a lifetime. The blonde obeyed his command without question, jumping up so that his hands were firmly gripping her thighs, her legs tightly wrapping around his waist. Both of her arms snaked behind Travis’ neck, pulling him closer until they were back against the mattress, too concentrated on the male’s touch to care about the state of the apartment — that’s not what she was there for, anyway. Besides, it wasn’t like her own place was looking much better these days.

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The way her lips felt against his skin sent a shiver racing down his spine. Then those words. The way she spoke, sent a rush of blood to his hard member while causing a moan to escape his lips. Travis had to wonder why he hadn’t given into her sooner. For so many years he had only seen her as his friends little sister, but she was far from little. He had quickly realized that she was more beautiful than words could describe. She was so incredibly sexy that it only took a few words to turn him on. He regretted sleeping with a lot of people in his past, but Helena would not be one of them. “Yes ma’am.” He spoke in a seductive tone. Obeying her command, he shuffled out of his jeans and kicked them off the bed. He then gripped her waist to sit her up, pulling her onto his lap, his hands exploring her bare chest.

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        Before the bachelor auction started, Scarlett demanded herself not to bid too much on guys. As it was going on, she let herself bid ten to twenty dollars on multiple guys. By the end of it, she was basically throwing one-hundred dollar bills to one specific man in mind - Travis Randall. She already knew he was more than attractive and great to hang out with, so a date with him would be amazing. When she won him, shock and surprise ran through her system. She was mainly happy that she won him, but shocked that she actually won him. Feeling the shock in her slowly escape her body, she looked up and met Travis’s eyes. A smile quickly forming, the tease in his voice made her wide smile into a sexy smirk. “Good to know. As much as I want your hot body on top of mine, food sounds more appealing at the moment so we’re on the same page.” A chuckle escaping her lips, her smirk decreased into a grin. “And I’ll have you know that I just spent a lot of money on you tonight, so you’ll have to buy me dinner before we sleep together, Randall.”

“Dinner on me then.” Travis replied with a smirk before he added, “where would you like to go? This is your night, you can pick wherever you want and I will take you there.” It was true, he wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world. His idea of a romantic date was laying in his truck bed and watching the stars. Perhaps that was why he didn’t have the best luck when it came to dating. “You know, I’ve never been bought before. Should I say thank you?” He asked in a teasing tone of voice. 

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helenadraper·:

It was if an electric current went on a rampage through her body, sending shivers up and down her spine the second his strong hands entangled in her light blonde curls. She allowed herself to melt against his touch, lips moving roughly against the other male’s in what almost felt like desperation. God, if only sixteen year old her could see her now, entangled with the Travis Randall — part of her wondered if his sister would be pissed to find out that this was happening between them, but the much stronger part of her didn’t give a flying fuck. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, balling it up with her small fists before forcibly pulling it up and over his head, even having to get on her tip-toes for a moment in order to reach his towering height. Her hands ran up his smooth chest until her arms were able to snake around the male’s neck. She wanted to be close to him — no, she needed to. Not only to quench her undying arousal, but also to simply forget about all the turmoil and heartbreak that had riddled her life for the past couple of years. Travis was an escape, and she’d be an idiot if she didn’t take advantage of that.

Once his shirt was over his head, Travis wrapped his arms around her body with his hands pressing into her back. At this point their bodies were only a few inches apart, but he needed more. He desperately needed to be one with her, to breath the same air, to feel whole again. For the past few months, Travis had been lonely. He had been swimming in a pool of self-pity, forgetting about the world around him. Helena had now reminded him that heartbreak and trauma were not something that should overcome him. There was so much more life in him and he no longer wanted to miss a second of it. With their lips tangled together, Travis gently broke free to mutter, “jump.” After he spoke, his strong fingers grasped at her thighs to lift her up and wrap her legs around his waist. Despite the apartment being a disaster, he avoided tripping on any objects and he made them arrive to his bed safe and sound.