Kinks: Teasing, angst Characters: F!Courier, Boone, Vulpes Relationships: Het (F!Courier/Boone, F!Courier/Vulpes, F!/Courier/general population of New Vegas.) Summary: F!Courier can't help breaking a few hearts. Series: Black Widow (sequel to "Do it to Me": http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5715085#t5715085)
"I am a vamp, I am a vamp Half woman, half beast I bite my men and suck them dry And then I bake them in a pie!"
"Don't see why you sing those songs," said Boone. "Not like you need the money."
The Courier stopped her humming and grinned at him. She wondered if he was finally starting to warm up to her, starting conversations like this; ever since That One Night (a phrase which needed its capital letters,) he'd always been a hard one to figure. Always in the background, close enough to watch for anyone who might hurt her, but never close enough to touch her. Well, except for a few other nights when they both drank a little too much, and he had convinced himself that if she consented this time, that would make it as if the first time had never happened. Maybe it worked for him; she could never really tell afterwards.
"I like to sing. I used to pick up some extra money that way before I became a courier. If Swank is willing to buy me pretty dresses in return for making an occasional guest appearance beside the piano, I'm not going to say no. Honestly, I think he's a little sweet on me."
"Him and half the men you meet."
The Courier adjusted her stockings, making sure the seams were straight (a difficult task to do while balancing on wobbly stiletto heels.)
"Are you implying something about my virtue?"
Boone sighed deeply, clearly at a moral crossroads. If he called her a tramp, or even thought of her that way, it might make things easier. Of course, Boone was never one to make things easier on himself.
"I don't think you're a slut. Just a cocktease."
The Courier laughed at that.
"Damned if I do, damned if I don't. The things men put me through just for being pretty!"
She could have kicked herself as soon as she said the words.
"I didn't mean it like that, Boone-"
"Okay."
"I told you I've forgiven you for your part in it. Benny's dead, you've fulfilled any debt you had to me. You can leave if you want."
Boone shrugged and stayed where he was. She couldn't really blame him- where would he go if he left?
"Well, if you're going to stay, I'd like us to be friends. Do you think we can do that?"
Another shrug. The Courier finished applying her lipstick, as red as her tiny dress and gloves.
"It would be nice if you'd watch me sing tonight. Do you want to?"
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timeasmymeasure
Torch Songs 1/?
Date: 2011-11-10 06:23 pm (UTC)Characters: F!Courier, Boone, Vulpes
Relationships: Het (F!Courier/Boone, F!Courier/Vulpes, F!/Courier/general population of New Vegas.)
Summary: F!Courier can't help breaking a few hearts.
Series: Black Widow (sequel to "Do it to Me": http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5715085#t5715085)
"I am a vamp, I am a vamp
Half woman, half beast
I bite my men and suck them dry
And then I bake them in a pie!"
"Don't see why you sing those songs," said Boone. "Not like you need the money."
The Courier stopped her humming and grinned at him. She wondered if he was finally starting to warm up to her, starting conversations like this; ever since That One Night (a phrase which needed its capital letters,) he'd always been a hard one to figure. Always in the background, close enough to watch for anyone who might hurt her, but never close enough to touch her. Well, except for a few other nights when they both drank a little too much, and he had convinced himself that if she consented this time, that would make it as if the first time had never happened. Maybe it worked for him; she could never really tell afterwards.
"I like to sing. I used to pick up some extra money that way before I became a courier. If Swank is willing to buy me pretty dresses in return for making an occasional guest appearance beside the piano, I'm not going to say no. Honestly, I think he's a little sweet on me."
"Him and half the men you meet."
The Courier adjusted her stockings, making sure the seams were straight (a difficult task to do while balancing on wobbly stiletto heels.)
"Are you implying something about my virtue?"
Boone sighed deeply, clearly at a moral crossroads. If he called her a tramp, or even thought of her that way, it might make things easier. Of course, Boone was never one to make things easier on himself.
"I don't think you're a slut. Just a cocktease."
The Courier laughed at that.
"Damned if I do, damned if I don't. The things men put me through just for being pretty!"
She could have kicked herself as soon as she said the words.
"I didn't mean it like that, Boone-"
"Okay."
"I told you I've forgiven you for your part in it. Benny's dead, you've fulfilled any debt you had to me. You can leave if you want."
Boone shrugged and stayed where he was. She couldn't really blame him- where would he go if he left?
"Well, if you're going to stay, I'd like us to be friends. Do you think we can do that?"
Another shrug. The Courier finished applying her lipstick, as red as her tiny dress and gloves.
"It would be nice if you'd watch me sing tonight. Do you want to?"
"Might as well."
Well, that was a start.