Tonight We Ride - tags Ashe

[Chester Douglas]

Admittedly, the hay stack was probably the worst place to sleep. Getting them sticking into one's naked, sweaty body, there was nothing sexy about gasping at the pain of straw rubbing hotly against your ass cheeks. But right then, Chester was too busy caring about something else.

Rolling off Ashelia with a satisfied heave, he pushed back the hair that had stuck against his forehead.

"Have you been practising at home or something?" He asked with a deep guttural chuckle, blindly groping for the other redhead's shirt to help her with the dressing up part. It was still a little chilly and the gentleman part of him didn't want her to catch a cold.

[Ashelia Volkov]

Things like these at a place like this usually just happened in books for sexually frustrated housewives and really, really bad porn, Ashelia had to admit that despite the hay being... Well, everywhere, that in the end, it had surely been worth it.

Pulling out strings of hay from her hair, Ashelia cocked her eyebrow at the boy and smirked. ''I should be asking you the same thing.'' Ashe took the shirt he oh so nicely handed to her and pulled it on, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to get the rest of the hay out of her messy curls.

Leaning over, she snatched up her pants and stuck both feet in before standing to pull the skinny jeans all the way up.

''Hey, you have a little bit of...'', she leaned in and pulled a stray of hay away from his cheek. ''Hot.''

[Chester Douglas]

A smirk made its way on to Chester's face at her response. "I'm a mind reader, babe. I don't need practice." He grabbed his boxers and slid it over his legs after dusting himself off. He watched Ashelia as she started getting dressed. There was something sexy about looking at a woman putting on clothes than taking them off and Chester was enjoying the front row view.

When she reached over, Chester moved away from her touch but only an inch since she got the hay off his cheeks anyway. He didn't know why he hated people touching his face when he was a lot more liberal with touching everywhere else.

"Ditto." He responded after wiping the rest of himself off. "So what time do you have to go back today? I was thinking of bringing the horses out to the pasture instead of just in the stable."

[Ashelia Volkov]

''Fair enough. Though, it's rude to listen in on people's thoughts. You should know that.'', she said and returned the smirk. As great as it was to have someone who knew exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it, she had too keep in mind that certain thoughts she had to either keep buried or somehow block from him. Not that she had much to hide either way, so it shouldn't come off as a problem.

As for the boy shifting away, Ashe figured there was no point in asking or dwelling by it. People were weird, period.

Fishing up her cardigan and brushing off some of the hay from it, Ashelia peeked at the fellow red haired species. ''You say that like I actually have to be home at a certain time.'' She didn't.

[Chester Douglas]

"And in all the times we've been doing this, have I ever cared about being rude? What we just did was rude." Chester smirked and stood up to stretch.

Her response to his question made him chuckle before shrugging. "I'm of the opinion that all nice young girls have a curfew." He shrugged into his light blue long sleeve shirt, buttoning it up before rolling the sleeves to his elbow.

"You can take Meadow today." He announced as he reached a hand out to her to pick her up.

[Ashelia Volkov]

Chester's comment didn't get any verbal response. The redhead simply smirked, a little more devilishly than usual. She didn't really think it needed any further commenting than what had been said already. After all, she did agree.

''That might be, but like you stated before, what we did just now was rude and nice girls doesn't do rude things.''

Grabbing the boy's hand, Ashelia replied with a nod. She hadn't done much riding - well, that kind of riding since she was younger, but hey, at least horses didn't scare the shit out of her like certain other farm animals. Like cows. Cows were creepy. ''All right.'' Not that she knew which one Meadow was, but...

[Chester Douglas]

Chester shrugged and nodded. She had a point. "Then again, I like to believe that nice girls are just bad girls waiting to get caught." He smirked.

The redhead looked down at her ass to find some hay stuck there so he brushed them off before giving it a tight squeeze. "Mmf." He chuckled and walked off first.

Finding himself in the stables, he whistled a tune that caused one black Arabian to peek out from her stable. "Hey beautiful." He smiled softly before guiding Ashelia to the stable holding Meadow. "Meadow, this is Ashe. Be nice to her. I actually like this one." Chester chuckled when the horse hit him in the head with its nose.

He walked over to his Arabian, Lexus, and got her out, stroking her as she walked out. "You know where the gear is, right?" Chester asked without turning to look at her.

[Ashelia Volkov]

''Oh, I'm sure you do.'', Ashelia responded with a chuckle. Either way, whether she was a good or a bad girl, Ashe had never been the kind of person who was afraid to be herself. Well, not anymore anyways.

Approaching whom apparently was Meadow, Ashelia couldn't help but to smile at the way the other redhead behaved around the animals. It was... Sweet, perhaps. The horse was however a beauty. Not that it came as a surprise anyways. Scratching the Meadow's forehead, Ashelia rolled her eyes at Chester's comment and chuckled. ''I agree with you, he's a bit of a derp.''

Following his lead and leading the horse out of her box, Ashelia nuzzled her nose and smiled. ''Yeah.'', she replied simply. Well, at least she could use her old riding classes for something good. Who would have known?

[Chester Douglas]

Chester simply smirked at Ashelia's response as they walked their horses to the gear. He saddled Lexus up, strapping on the saddle tight so it wouldn't slide all over the horse's back. "So how long have you been on a horse?" Chester asked, an important question, he thought.