Relationship: het, Charon/F!LW, with friend Gob Kinks: strength, ghoul
A/N: Haven't done a fill in a long time. Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, but hell I haven't seen much Charon stuff as of late (at least not enough for my likes) so here we go! -----------------------------------------------------------
“Sweet blizzy boo... it's hot out here...I think I might be sweating.”
Every one point five seconds the top part of Gob's newly fashioned sign would appear – old, busted neon boarded up letters and all - then it would shimmy down behind the jagged cut of Megaton's fabricated walls – then it would appear again as her body rose and fell, and disappear...reappear...disappear. Over and over again; like clockwork.
What a boring sight...and the repetition...fudgesicles...
A short grunt sounded under her – the sound vibrating up her bum like a mini earthquake. Ooo...that was nice...like one of those things Nova ha-
Charon locked his arms roughly, tipping her equilibrium off as if he knew the seedy thoughts running around in her head, “Hey! I'm relaxing here!” and his reaction was to push up hard and fast just to mess with her sensitive balance. Momentarily she stewed; arms crossed and feet planted on the small of his back with eyes well narrowed, all the while he kept doing his reps with her planted smartly on his back.
Even after the fifty or so, of what he called “man push ups” he'd done already, each fall and rise was as steady as the damned first. It was hotter than the sun at this point...his routine that is.
“You know this sort of thing could be done inside, unless your goal is to get heat stroke, if so, then your doing a fantastic job. I think your baking my butt...”
“Didn't-” he started with another soft grunt, followed by another rep, “-ask you to come with me. You are safe-” again a grunt, but breathier this time, “-in the house, kid.” The way he said kid always burnt her cookies and he knew it. It was as if even though she'd been intentionally trying to make this more difficult for him, he didn't care...and mocked her as well, despite the fact that she was all 129 pounds sinking into the exact center of his spine.
Damned ghoul was too brawny and smug for his own good – well...maybe not smug, but damned cocksure in his own...'there' sort of way.
Uncaring and secretly destroying his routine, she leaned back and placed a hand on his shoulder, striking an utterly relaxed pose and grinning at the horizon - it bobbed every time he executed another perfect pushup. She was going to destroy him...one of theses days, and it would be good. Until then though, well...she could enjoy the coiled strength underneath her, relish it's leash of control in her hand and close her eyes – imagining all the things he could do with that tethered strength.
Flip mutants around in circles with one arm? – mmm...no too typical...but possible...
Lift up smoldering cars...the kind with the scraps inside (the really, really heavy ones)? - better but...missing something.
Punch a Deathclaw in the face just before it's getting ready to turn her into chow? - nice...and what the damsel she could play in that one.
Giving her a piggyback ride while carrying all their treasure troves? - oh yeah...riches and power.
Replacing any worthy surface and holding her up in the air while fuc-
“Are you...nn'ph..still keeping count?” Charon broke into her disastrous line of thought; soft long lungfuls of breath only making it ten times worse. He really did ruin a good starting point for a nasty day dream too...
But!...had perfect timing, or terrible, she couldn't be sure. In fact, she couldn't be sure of much else besides the flutter in her belly and the sudden wrought iron embarrassment at being on top of him while thinking such things – not that it would be the first time...sadly. Briefly she wondered if female arousal could leak through leather...
Hmm...hypothesize, test, test, and confirm/denounce...
There was a long pause...long enough for Charon to grunt loud and heft her quick and sharp, knocking her off balance so – like he no doubt intended - she tumbled (without grace) into the dusty ground with a sound soft and shameful. A pile of powder fine soot floated up like a cloud, filling her nose and making her cough.
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timeasmymeasure
Charon/F!LW "One-one hundred, Two-one hundred..." 1/?
Date: 2012-01-17 10:52 am (UTC)Kinks: strength, ghoul
A/N: Haven't done a fill in a long time. Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, but hell I haven't seen much Charon stuff as of late (at least not enough for my likes) so here we go!
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“Sweet blizzy boo... it's hot out here...I think I might be sweating.”
Every one point five seconds the top part of Gob's newly fashioned sign would appear – old, busted neon boarded up letters and all - then it would shimmy down behind the jagged cut of Megaton's fabricated walls – then it would appear again as her body rose and fell, and disappear...reappear...disappear. Over and over again; like clockwork.
What a boring sight...and the repetition...fudgesicles...
A short grunt sounded under her – the sound vibrating up her bum like a mini earthquake. Ooo...that was nice...like one of those things Nova ha-
Charon locked his arms roughly, tipping her equilibrium off as if he knew the seedy thoughts running around in her head, “Hey! I'm relaxing here!” and his reaction was to push up hard and fast just to mess with her sensitive balance. Momentarily she stewed; arms crossed and feet planted on the small of his back with eyes well narrowed, all the while he kept doing his reps with her planted smartly on his back.
Even after the fifty or so, of what he called “man push ups” he'd done already, each fall and rise was as steady as the damned first. It was hotter than the sun at this point...his routine that is.
“You know this sort of thing could be done inside, unless your goal is to get heat stroke, if so, then your doing a fantastic job. I think your baking my butt...”
“Didn't-” he started with another soft grunt, followed by another rep, “-ask you to come with me. You are safe-” again a grunt, but breathier this time, “-in the house, kid.” The way he said kid always burnt her cookies and he knew it. It was as if even though she'd been intentionally trying to make this more difficult for him, he didn't care...and mocked her as well, despite the fact that she was all 129 pounds sinking into the exact center of his spine.
Damned ghoul was too brawny and smug for his own good – well...maybe not smug, but damned cocksure in his own...'there' sort of way.
Uncaring and secretly destroying his routine, she leaned back and placed a hand on his shoulder, striking an utterly relaxed pose and grinning at the horizon - it bobbed every time he executed another perfect pushup. She was going to destroy him...one of theses days, and it would be good. Until then though, well...she could enjoy the coiled strength underneath her, relish it's leash of control in her hand and close her eyes – imagining all the things he could do with that tethered strength.
Flip mutants around in circles with one arm? – mmm...no too typical...but possible...
Lift up smoldering cars...the kind with the scraps inside (the really, really heavy ones)? - better but...missing something.
Punch a Deathclaw in the face just before it's getting ready to turn her into chow? - nice...and what the damsel she could play in that one.
Giving her a piggyback ride while carrying all their treasure troves? - oh yeah...riches and power.
Replacing any worthy surface and holding her up in the air while fuc-
“Are you...nn'ph..still keeping count?” Charon broke into her disastrous line of thought; soft long lungfuls of breath only making it ten times worse. He really did ruin a good starting point for a nasty day dream too...
But!...had perfect timing, or terrible, she couldn't be sure. In fact, she couldn't be sure of much else besides the flutter in her belly and the sudden wrought iron embarrassment at being on top of him while thinking such things – not that it would be the first time...sadly. Briefly she wondered if female arousal could leak through leather...
Hmm...hypothesize, test, test, and confirm/denounce...
There was a long pause...long enough for Charon to grunt loud and heft her quick and sharp, knocking her off balance so – like he no doubt intended - she tumbled (without grace) into the dusty ground with a sound soft and shameful. A pile of powder fine soot floated up like a cloud, filling her nose and making her cough.