“Bas-” she rolled over on her hands and knees, “-tard.Bastard!” A wry of his dry lips showed a short smirk at her peril. “Grrrah!”
She ignored the fact that he was actually looking at her with a titled head while continuing his exercise, albeit with less resistance than before. He looked rather chuffed with himself...asshole, tough, strong...sexy...asshole...ghoul...ghoul...remember, ghoul.
Fuck...
Instead of pouting, she retorted on her knees, patting off the dust incredulously, as if the whole things bothered her not, “What? Was it too hard for you to work it with me on top of you?” Bad choice of words...terrible and unforgivable.
Charon rose a brow and snorted through his nose, ignoring the pun to her words even if she couldn't. Something told her he was actually enjoying having her an an audience, or at least the extra weight to really give him a challenge...like two hundred of these things wasn't enough of a trial.
“No.” He replied indifferently, and to anyone else it wouldn't have held any other meaning, but to her it was an invitation. She smirked and crawled back above him, hands on his shoulder and knees on his back like he were a pack Brahmin more than a man. Nothing was more fun than this! - well...at least not yet there wasn't.
“We'll start at one hundred and fifty,” she seethed; heated down his neck, not too close...but well, close enough. He grunted, and whether it was from her near breath on his bare strip of muscle or the added weight as he lifted her up, she wasn't sure...probably the weight, but she could dream.
“One hundred and fifty-one.” Another sharp grunt and a lift, followed by another and another until she was taking in her own quick breathes to keep up with the counts.
“One hundred and seventy-eight! My goodness Charon...you been lifting skyline carts while I've been reading haven't you?” - it was just small talk, mainly to boost his ego with mock surprise. It didn't work normally but she felt him tense under her and deliver the next few reps with tight control and speed. So he did like the audience, she grinned. Oohoho...she'd have to venture out with him every time he exercised now. Yes indeed...if just to feel the power of him like this.
“One hundred and eighty-two...one hundred and eighty-three...one hun-” The Megaton gates started to sift out of their blockage in the sand, groaning loud over Charon's strained sounded and... distracting her a moment as she murmured his count each time she was thrust up into the air – staring at the doors while Deputy whats-his-name went cahoots at the exiting inhabitant.
Oh...she could see him now. Gob.
“Hey Gob!” She lifted a hand from Charon's shoulder, forcing him to grunt and teeter to the side at the unbalanced weight as she waved to the briefly confused ghoul. Another hard grunt under her and she uttered an apology before replaced her hand, keeping count while watching Gob walk up to them with the broken remains of a table in his arms and dragging on the ground – it looked...oddly familiar.
“Fancy seeing you out here. Charon and I are just enjoying a little exercise – in the sun...outside...ya'know.”
“I see.” God looked them over, obviously noting that she wasn't exactly exercising, and that Charon wasn't exactly enjoying it – but not one word of correction left his mouth. Instead of saying anything he drug his tattered remains of metal and wood to the ditch just a few yards off the town walls – the normal dump sight for scrap and crap that the traders to pick at if they were any good at fabrications. To everyone else it was the dump.
She watched him, keeping count as the slightest shake in Charon's movements drew her down to him.
“One hundred and ninety eight. Getting' tired yet?”, she smirked and dug her thumbs down into his shoulder blades, feeling the rock hard span of muscle under the leather jacket.
She smirked when all she got out of him was a hard breath and ragged grumble.
Charon/F!LW "One-one hundred, Two-one hundred..." 2/?
“Bas-” she rolled over on her hands and knees, “-tard.Bastard!” A wry of his dry lips showed a short smirk at her peril. “Grrrah!”
She ignored the fact that he was actually looking at her with a titled head while continuing his exercise, albeit with less resistance than before. He looked rather chuffed with himself...asshole, tough, strong...sexy...asshole...ghoul...ghoul...remember, ghoul.
Fuck...
Instead of pouting, she retorted on her knees, patting off the dust incredulously, as if the whole things bothered her not, “What? Was it too hard for you to work it with me on top of you?” Bad choice of words...terrible and unforgivable.
Charon rose a brow and snorted through his nose, ignoring the pun to her words even if she couldn't. Something told her he was actually enjoying having her an an audience, or at least the extra weight to really give him a challenge...like two hundred of these things wasn't enough of a trial.
“No.” He replied indifferently, and to anyone else it wouldn't have held any other meaning, but to her it was an invitation. She smirked and crawled back above him, hands on his shoulder and knees on his back like he were a pack Brahmin more than a man. Nothing was more fun than this! - well...at least not yet there wasn't.
“We'll start at one hundred and fifty,” she seethed; heated down his neck, not too close...but well, close enough. He grunted, and whether it was from her near breath on his bare strip of muscle or the added weight as he lifted her up, she wasn't sure...probably the weight, but she could dream.
“One hundred and fifty-one.” Another sharp grunt and a lift, followed by another and another until she was taking in her own quick breathes to keep up with the counts.
“One hundred and seventy-eight! My goodness Charon...you been lifting skyline carts while I've been reading haven't you?” - it was just small talk, mainly to boost his ego with mock surprise. It didn't work normally but she felt him tense under her and deliver the next few reps with tight control and speed. So he did like the audience, she grinned. Oohoho...she'd have to venture out with him every time he exercised now. Yes indeed...if just to feel the power of him like this.
“One hundred and eighty-two...one hundred and eighty-three...one hun-” The Megaton gates started to sift out of their blockage in the sand, groaning loud over Charon's strained sounded and... distracting her a moment as she murmured his count each time she was thrust up into the air – staring at the doors while Deputy whats-his-name went cahoots at the exiting inhabitant.
Oh...she could see him now. Gob.
“Hey Gob!” She lifted a hand from Charon's shoulder, forcing him to grunt and teeter to the side at the unbalanced weight as she waved to the briefly confused ghoul. Another hard grunt under her and she uttered an apology before replaced her hand, keeping count while watching Gob walk up to them with the broken remains of a table in his arms and dragging on the ground – it looked...oddly familiar.
“Fancy seeing you out here. Charon and I are just enjoying a little exercise – in the sun...outside...ya'know.”
“I see.” God looked them over, obviously noting that she wasn't exactly exercising, and that Charon wasn't exactly enjoying it – but not one word of correction left his mouth. Instead of saying anything he drug his tattered remains of metal and wood to the ditch just a few yards off the town walls – the normal dump sight for scrap and crap that the traders to pick at if they were any good at fabrications. To everyone else it was the dump.
She watched him, keeping count as the slightest shake in Charon's movements drew her down to him.
“One hundred and ninety eight. Getting' tired yet?”, she smirked and dug her thumbs down into his shoulder blades, feeling the rock hard span of muscle under the leather jacket.
She smirked when all she got out of him was a hard breath and ragged grumble.