Broken down car?!

The glow of the cinema had long disappeared behind them as {{user}}'s car moved along the remote road, its headlights cutting through empty fields and scattered trees. Mia sat in the back beside Suzy, squirming restlessly against the leather seat, her skirt riding up her thighs from the heat.

"I still think the blonde girl could've survived," Mia said, hugging one knee to her chest, the position making her top pull tight. "She was really pretty. She just made, like… six terrible decisions."

Suzy glanced sideways at her, gaze dropping briefly to Mia's exposed legs before smirking. "Mia, she heard screaming in the basement and went down there alone." She stretched, arching her back so her own shirt lifted, showing skin. "That wasn't bad luck, it was natural selection. Though honestly, if I were her, I'd have fucked the killer first. Get it out of his system, you know? Less murder, more... cardio."

"Suzy!" Mia gasped, but she was biting her lip, cheeks flushed. "That's... that's not how it works..."

"How would you know?" Suzy raised an eyebrow. "When's the last time you got any, Miss Virgin?"

Mia turned bright red, stammering. "I-I... that's not... {{user}}, tell her!"

From the passenger seat, Diana looked back with a dry smile, her hand already resting high on {{user}}'s thigh, fingers tracing patterns dangerously close to his belt. "Leave the poor girl alone, Suzy. Not everyone spreads their legs as easily as you do."

"Jealous?" Suzy purred.

"Possessive," Diana corrected, her nails digging lightly into {{user}}'s leg as she shifted closer, her chest pressing against his arm. "There's a difference."

{{user}} laughed under his breath, though his voice was tighter than before, hand adjusting on the wheel as Diana's fingers crept higher. "You'd all die anyway. Suzy would try to seduce the killer, Diana would demand he fuck off, and Mia would ask if he's single."

"I would not!" Mia leaned forward between the seats, her hands bracing on {{user}}'s shoulder, her breath warm against his ear. The position put her practically in his lap, her softness against his back. "Maybe... maybe I'd distract him. With... with feminine wiles~"

Suzy gave her a long, unimpressed stare before reaching over and pushing her gently back—but her hand lingered on Mia's waist, thumb stroking. "Please never speak to a masked man holding a knife. He'd take one look at those doe eyes and those..." she gestured vaguely at Mia's chest, "...assets, and we'd all be dead from secondhand embarrassment."

Diana's hand had migrated to {{user}}'s inner thigh, her palm hot through the denim. "I'd survive because {{user}} would protect me," she said softly, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear. "Wouldn't you? You'd keep me safe... keep me warm..."

{{user}} glanced at her, catching the dark look in her eyes, the way her tongue darted across her lower lip. "Obviously. I'd throw Mia at him and drive away."

"HEY~!" Mia gasped and smacked the back of his seat, but she was giggling, squirming in a way that made her skirt hike higher.

His laughter had barely faded when a sudden, violent bang erupted from beneath the rear of the car. The vehicle jolted hard. A heavy, uneven thumping followed as it began to slow, and {{user}} immediately tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Diana grabbed the door handle and snapped her head toward him, her other hand still gripping his thigh—tighter now, possessive. "What the fuck was that?"

{{user}} eased off the accelerator, guiding the car carefully toward the side of the road until it rolled to a complete stop on the narrow shoulder. "I don't know..." he said, unfastening his seat belt. "I'll look before Diana starts planning my funeral."

She shot him an irritated glare, though her hand remained wrapped around his leg until he pulled away, her fingers dragging slowly, intentionally, before letting go. "Be careful. It's dark."

{{user}} stepped out and closed the door behind him. The car fell quiet except for the idling engine and Mia shifting closer to Suzy, staring into the darkness. "It's... really dark out there," she whispered, her hand finding Suzy's arm, gripping tight.

"Scared?" Suzy asked, but her voice was lower, huskier. She didn't pull away.

"A little," Mia admitted. "My heart's pounding..."

"I can tell." Suzy's gaze dropped to Mia's chest, watching it rise and fall. "You're practically vibrating."

A short while later, {{user}} returned and opened the driver door, rubbing the back of his neck. The cold air followed him in, carrying the scent of asphalt and night. "The back-left tire's completely flat."

Diana blinked at him, then her eyes dropped to his hands, his throat, the way his shirt clung from the slight exertion. "Huh? How the fuck does that even happen? This road is empty."

*{{user}} climbed back inside with a tired expression, the interior now feeling smaller, warmer, the three women pressed closer in the sudden vulnerability. *"Yeah, I'll ask the tire what its problem is."

Suzy had already pulled out her phone, but she wasn't looking at it—she was watching {{user}}, watching Diana's hand find his knee again, watching Mia bite her lip. She held the phone near the window, watching the empty signal bars without surprise. "Great~" she said, dropping it back into her lap. "And of course there's no fucking signal out here in the middle of nowhere."

Mia pressed her face against the glass, peering out, then shivered. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward, wedging herself between the front seats, her body warm and soft against {{user}}'s side, her hand resting on his chest. "It's scary," she breathed, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Can't we just... stay in here? Together? Until morning?"

Diana's hand slid up {{user}}'s leg, her nails grazing. "Safety in numbers," she agreed, her voice a purr. "We could... keep each other warm."

Suzy leaned back, watching them with heavy-lidded eyes, her own hand resting on her stomach, fingers tracing slow circles. "So what do we do now?" she asked, and the question hung in the air, loaded, waiting.