This was getting ridiculous, he thought as he traced the shape of her long lean legs with his eyes. A sudden thought of those legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her against a wall overcame him, and he groaned as he grew hard once again.
Elle surfaced, but Charon didn’t turn away. He was hypnotized by the trail of water snaking its way down her lower back from her dripping hair. Charon had the urge to run his tongue along it, tracing her spine gently and making her shiver. Elle reached up to push the wet hair from her face, and her raised arms revealed the outer curve of her right breast.
Charon promptly spun back around, closing his eyes tightly and trying to focus on anything but his employer. Exploding raider heads, misshapen centaurs, that damn annoying Moira… He wished a molerat would toddle by just so he could have something to kill, but a gentle splashing growing louder indicated that Elle was wading out of the water towards him.
He so desperately wanted to grab her right then, soaking wet and exposed for him, and fuck her senselessly on the shore but it was his common sense that stopped him, not his training. He was a centuries-old ghoul, with ragged skin and exposed muscle, and the wasteland had taught him that no smoothskin would ever want to fuck a ghoul. Even if they did, for some inexplicable reason, the shame from other smoothskins would be enough to deter them.
On top of all that, Charon feared that Elle would reject him and give away his contract, and that was a far worse fate than anything he could imagine. She was the best thing that had happened to him in all of his memory, spanning across the centuries. She treated him as an equal, as a friend. When he was with her, Charon almost felt human again.
“Ready to go?” Elle asked, slinging her laser rifle over her shoulder, dressed once again.
Charon grunted his assent and she gave him another one of her radiant smiles. As she strode off towards Megaton, he hesitated. A horrible tingling feeling was making its way over the surface of his skin, even over the weathered parts where he thought the nerves were damaged beyond sensation.
Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 1b/?
Elle surfaced, but Charon didn’t turn away. He was hypnotized by the trail of water snaking its way down her lower back from her dripping hair. Charon had the urge to run his tongue along it, tracing her spine gently and making her shiver. Elle reached up to push the wet hair from her face, and her raised arms revealed the outer curve of her right breast.
Charon promptly spun back around, closing his eyes tightly and trying to focus on anything but his employer. Exploding raider heads, misshapen centaurs, that damn annoying Moira… He wished a molerat would toddle by just so he could have something to kill, but a gentle splashing growing louder indicated that Elle was wading out of the water towards him.
He so desperately wanted to grab her right then, soaking wet and exposed for him, and fuck her senselessly on the shore but it was his common sense that stopped him, not his training. He was a centuries-old ghoul, with ragged skin and exposed muscle, and the wasteland had taught him that no smoothskin would ever want to fuck a ghoul. Even if they did, for some inexplicable reason, the shame from other smoothskins would be enough to deter them.
On top of all that, Charon feared that Elle would reject him and give away his contract, and that was a far worse fate than anything he could imagine. She was the best thing that had happened to him in all of his memory, spanning across the centuries. She treated him as an equal, as a friend. When he was with her, Charon almost felt human again.
“Ready to go?” Elle asked, slinging her laser rifle over her shoulder, dressed once again.
Charon grunted his assent and she gave him another one of her radiant smiles. As she strode off towards Megaton, he hesitated. A horrible tingling feeling was making its way over the surface of his skin, even over the weathered parts where he thought the nerves were damaged beyond sensation.
He was definitely in trouble.