"It's been some time since I was a raider, I was out of it as long as I was in, but in my time they didn't give a fuck about being naked." Smirking as he began unbelting his leather armored shirt, "Just don't look, you might like what you see." What a cocky son of a bitch he was, finally peeling off his leather armor and under shirt.
For an old man, his body was still fit, a little softer then in his young, but still cut, body covered in scars and old raider tattoos. He had odd scarring around his neck and wrist, like deep rope burns or sun beaten skin, even his scarification on his back looked like a chemed up attempt at art work. He unbuckling his belt and stopped before unzipping his pants, "Don't want to drive you too wild." Fucking teaser he was, holding a grin as he left his belt on the chair, "Sleep tight." He moved to the door sitting against it, he looked to the side of her body, wondering if he would get any sleep. --- Phoenix watched him start to undress, the horror growing in her eyes with each removal of clothing. "Dear fucking christ no... it's like a god damned train wreck...." she softly said and, soon as Jericho's shirt was off, Phoenix met his eyes, "That's ALL. No more. Just.... no."
......"oh dear GOD no..." As he undid his belt and pulled it out. Kaci was then on her side, facing away from the Raider, silently ffffffffff'ing as she heard him chuckling. She looked back at him as he sat on the floor and she tossed a folded blanket over to him. "You're a total ass, know that? An /ass/."
As she rolled back, Phoenix just lied there for a while and then let out a sigh. "Fuck you. For real. Showin' off your shit like that."
A few more minutes went by and then she softly added, "Nice abs, fucker...." --- Jericho hadn't smiled this wide since he traveling with that hero wanderer asshole, he was fine with being alone, but it wasn't that horrible for him to be with someone else, even if he didn't /need/ someone. Keeping his eyes on the woman, making sure she didn't leave or sneak around to slit his throat, he wouldn't allow himself to close his eyes until she was asleep. He didn't need much sleep, that was one thing that made him a good body guard, but this felt like fucking baby sitting.
The old man finally draped the buckle over his lap, as his eye lids finally began feeling heavy, he shock it off, listen to the woman's breathing, waiting until he was calm. Closing his eyes he only wondered what he hell he was going to find out tomorrow, that is if he was still alive tomorrow. --- Phoenix slept as well as she could - which was pretty good given the circumstances- and when she woke the next day, she saw the ex Raider asleep and against the door. "Well /you're/ going to have one hell of a back ache....heh" She softly said at the sleeping weirdo and got up.
Making herself 'at home', she began to go through his cabinets in the small kitchen area and found some Sugar Bombs. "Hell yeah..." Phoenix grinned, opened the box and began to graze on them as she searched for something to drink. "Booze....booze.....booze... what the fuck... drunken louse. Don't even got any fuckin' Nuka here? No wonder he's such a boarish bitch...."
Jericho/FemaleOCRaider "Pussy Fight" PT 10/?
For an old man, his body was still fit, a little softer then in his young, but still cut, body covered in scars and old raider tattoos. He had odd scarring around his neck and wrist, like deep rope burns or sun beaten skin, even his scarification on his back looked like a chemed up attempt at art work. He unbuckling his belt and stopped before unzipping his pants, "Don't want to drive you too wild." Fucking teaser he was, holding a grin as he left his belt on the chair, "Sleep tight." He moved to the door sitting against it, he looked to the side of her body, wondering if he would get any sleep.
---
Phoenix watched him start to undress, the horror growing in her eyes with each removal of clothing. "Dear fucking christ no... it's like a god damned train wreck...." she softly said and, soon as Jericho's shirt was off, Phoenix met his eyes, "That's ALL. No more. Just.... no."
......"oh dear GOD no..." As he undid his belt and pulled it out. Kaci was then on her side, facing away from the Raider, silently ffffffffff'ing as she heard him chuckling. She looked back at him as he sat on the floor and she tossed a folded blanket over to him. "You're a total ass, know that? An /ass/."
As she rolled back, Phoenix just lied there for a while and then let out a sigh. "Fuck you. For real. Showin' off your shit like that."
A few more minutes went by and then she softly added, "Nice abs, fucker...."
---
Jericho hadn't smiled this wide since he traveling with that hero wanderer asshole, he was fine with being alone, but it wasn't that horrible for him to be with someone else, even if he didn't /need/ someone. Keeping his eyes on the woman, making sure she didn't leave or sneak around to slit his throat, he wouldn't allow himself to close his eyes until she was asleep. He didn't need much sleep, that was one thing that made him a good body guard, but this felt like fucking baby sitting.
The old man finally draped the buckle over his lap, as his eye lids finally began feeling heavy, he shock it off, listen to the woman's breathing, waiting until he was calm. Closing his eyes he only wondered what he hell he was going to find out tomorrow, that is if he was still alive tomorrow.
---
Phoenix slept as well as she could - which was pretty good given the circumstances- and when she woke the next day, she saw the ex Raider asleep and against the door. "Well /you're/ going to have one hell of a back ache....heh" She softly said at the sleeping weirdo and got up.
Making herself 'at home', she began to go through his cabinets in the small kitchen area and found some Sugar Bombs. "Hell yeah..." Phoenix grinned, opened the box and began to graze on them as she searched for something to drink. "Booze....booze.....booze... what the fuck... drunken louse. Don't even got any fuckin' Nuka here? No wonder he's such a boarish bitch...."