Filed to story: Luna Lovette and Alpha Kodak Story
“Well, Kodak, you up for this or what?”
Peering up, up, up and taking in all the steep drops, sharp curves and stomach churning loops, Kodak shook his head hell no. It looked even more hazardous and rickety up-close. Not to mention the creaky ‘I’m going to snap any moment’ noises coming from it. “I’ll just stay here and hold the tiger and the bags.”
“Oh come on,” implored Marcus.
“Yeah,” said Lovette, “Come on.”
Kodak gave her a pointed look. “
You’re not going on it either.”
“You’ll love it, I promise.”
He snorted. “No, I won’t, because I’ll be dead.”
She pressed herself against him and instantly his arms went around her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Liars go to hell, remember.”
“Baby, look at that thing. It looks like there’s only one screw holding the damn thing together.”
She tugged on his t-shirt as if it would somehow help her get through to him. “It’s supposed to look like that – dangerous, exciting, thrilling.”
“If almost dying gives you a thrill, I’ll beat you bloody and rush you to the hospital.”
Frustrated, Lovette slapped his chest. “Buck up, Kodak. It’s just a ride. People go on it every day. People have been riding it tonight for hours.”
“Maybe if we were in Disneyworld then yeah, I’d feel confident that it was all put together right.”
“Big Thunder Mountain Railroad has crashed something like three times, you know,” interjected Trick, earning a scowl from Kodak.
She tugged on Kodak’s upper arm. “Come on, Voice of Doom and Gloom, let’s go. You’ll love it, I swear.”
No he wouldn’t love it at all and Kodak was resolved that he wasn’t going on that thing. Until she tugged his head down to hers and whined, ‘Please?’ She even pouted her bottom lip. The transformation reminded him of when Puss ‘n’ Boots from the Shrek movies went from trained killer to helpless kitten. And, just for good measure, she grinded against his cock which was still semi-hard from having watched her on the rodeo bull. “You’re dangerous.”
Wearing a self-satisfied smile, she kissed him smack on the lips. “I knew you’d do me proud.”
“Oh I’ll do you alright. As soon as we get home.” After a twenty minute wait – which gave him plenty of time to debate his decision and work himself up even more – he was taking a seat beside Lovette and reluctantly tugging down the padded bars to fit securely against his shoulders before connecting the thin little strap from between his legs to the bars. He pulled, testing the fit. And found that there was a nice big life-threatening gap. “This is loose.”
Lovette rolled her eyes. “It’s supposed to be or you’d suffocate. Look, mine’s the same.” When his eyes widened, she realized that was probably the worst thing she could have said. “It’ll be fine.” The attendant gave the bars a pull and, satisfied, continued on to check the others. “See, fine.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“If you’ll just relax, you’ll enjoy it. Really, you don’t need to be -“
“I’m not scared,” he snapped.
“Kodak, I understand that Macho Man Law means you absolutely have to deny it but -“
“Lovette, you -“
Abruptly the ride came to life. She smiled reassuringly while patting his hand. “Just relax.”
Relax?
If there wasn’t so much damn noise Kodak would have informed her that she was dead either way. If the ride didn’t kill her, he would just for staying on the damn thing when her tiny body could easily slip out. Okay, maybe it couldn’t easily slip out, but stranger things had happened. Like the fact that he was even on this ride at all.
Kodak glanced at Lovette to find that, like the rest of the pack who were all paired up in the rows in front of them, she had her hands in the air as they slowly chugged up the steep hill. She was even glancing down at the view below and then admiring the stars as if she was just on a bus or something. Kodak didn’t do either. When he wasn’t checking on Lovette he was keeping his gaze focused straight ahead.
“Did you ever see Final Destination 3?” Lovette asked wearing a teasing smile.
Kodak didn’t find it funny. “You’re a bitch.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
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