Characters| Boone F!Courier Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets. Notes| I’m rusty has far as smut goes, so pardon me~ and I’m fairly certain I’m doing this right~ /still a filler n00b
Oh.
Dear.
God.
She really had no idea what had gotten into her- she’d deliberately provoked him. As in on purpose. As in what the hell had she been thinking, pulling a stunt like that? It hadn’t taken a genius to figure out that, even before they’d gotten together, it had made the stone faced sniper’s skin crawl when other men had hit on her. At some point or another, he’d drive them off without having to say a word- just scoot closer to her and glare. Not that she had minded- most of the time. Nine out of ten guys were drunk slobs looking for bathroom quickie, though, so his assistance was gladly appreciated. Of course, even before she’d started with sleeping with Boone, he’d made a nasty habit of chasing off every guy. Even the ones she might have wanted to sleep with, given the chance. (She’d only managed to snag Benny and kill his sorry ass [s]after having angry sex, of course[/s] because Boone hadn’t figured out wat the hell was going on at the time.)
Damn his twat swatting ways.
Poked the sleeping bear, so to speak. He’d clearly been territorial before hand, and now that he kinda had a legit claim to being pissy when she flirted with someone else? Whoopsie. Of course, they had no one but themselves to blame for that. He’d shut her down every time she’d try to connect to him on an emotional level on anything, and she’d be vindictive and passive aggressive for days. That cycle had repeated itself, thus ending in this lovely scenario- he’d shut her down, and she’d attempted to go at someone else. Boone had, in retaliation, nearly made the poor guy piss his pants, not that anyone would blame him. Understandably no one wanted a pissed off, testosterone fueled First Recon gunning for him. Temmy hadn’t really meant to do anything- just get him as ruffled as she was.
Mission. Fucking. Accomplished.
Now all she knew was that she was pinned up against the wall of the room they’d rented for the night, every hard line of the male pressed against her.
September made a noise that sounded like a growl. “I’m still angry at you.”
“And I don’t care.” One of his hands fisted in her hair securely at her scalp, the other grasping one wide hip, squeezing the soft flesh through her clothes, a raging erection pressed against her backside. Hello.
She knew she should say no- and he’d back down. But he’d never gotten so handsy with her, and well… she was making a mess of herself already and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.
“Boone…” She started, jumping in shock when she felt his teeth on her neck.
“I didn’t say you could talk.” Oh goodness. They were going to play like that? Actually, she was complete down with that as long as they got horizontal. Fast. Or diagonal. Hell, as long as he was between her legs.
Obligingly, she fell silent, though was unable to stop the soft moans and whimpers as he grounded himself against her quickly dampening panties. Never in her life had she been more grateful to have been wearing a dress. A hiss slipped through her teeth as his grip on her hair tightened.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question, and there was no surprise attached to the statement. He could have been telling her his favorite color. Pressing her hips up against him, the brunette nodded, the motion jerky as his grip on her hair held her stationary. Something primal and feral within her was being deliciously stroked, a cat arching its back eagerly into the petting hand- after all the ‘taking charge’ of damn near every situation she’d gotten herself into, it was… damn nice for someone else to be doing so. And who better than the military minded alpha male who’d been watching her back for months and months?
Romanticide (1/?)
Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| I’m rusty has far as smut goes, so pardon me~ and I’m fairly certain I’m doing this right~ /still a filler n00b
Oh.
Dear.
God.
She really had no idea what had gotten into her- she’d deliberately provoked him. As in on purpose. As in what the hell had she been thinking, pulling a stunt like that? It hadn’t taken a genius to figure out that, even before they’d gotten together, it had made the stone faced sniper’s skin crawl when other men had hit on her. At some point or another, he’d drive them off without having to say a word- just scoot closer to her and glare. Not that she had minded- most of the time. Nine out of ten guys were drunk slobs looking for bathroom quickie, though, so his assistance was gladly appreciated. Of course, even before she’d started with sleeping with Boone, he’d made a nasty habit of chasing off every guy. Even the ones she might have wanted to sleep with, given the chance. (She’d only managed to snag Benny and kill his sorry ass [s]after having angry sex, of course[/s] because Boone hadn’t figured out wat the hell was going on at the time.)
Damn his twat swatting ways.
Poked the sleeping bear, so to speak. He’d clearly been territorial before hand, and now that he kinda had a legit claim to being pissy when she flirted with someone else? Whoopsie. Of course, they had no one but themselves to blame for that. He’d shut her down every time she’d try to connect to him on an emotional level on anything, and she’d be vindictive and passive aggressive for days. That cycle had repeated itself, thus ending in this lovely scenario- he’d shut her down, and she’d attempted to go at someone else. Boone had, in retaliation, nearly made the poor guy piss his pants, not that anyone would blame him. Understandably no one wanted a pissed off, testosterone fueled First Recon gunning for him. Temmy hadn’t really meant to do anything- just get him as ruffled as she was.
Mission. Fucking. Accomplished.
Now all she knew was that she was pinned up against the wall of the room they’d rented for the night, every hard line of the male pressed against her.
September made a noise that sounded like a growl. “I’m still angry at you.”
“And I don’t care.” One of his hands fisted in her hair securely at her scalp, the other grasping one wide hip, squeezing the soft flesh through her clothes, a raging erection pressed against her backside. Hello.
She knew she should say no- and he’d back down. But he’d never gotten so handsy with her, and well… she was making a mess of herself already and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.
“Boone…” She started, jumping in shock when she felt his teeth on her neck.
“I didn’t say you could talk.” Oh goodness. They were going to play like that? Actually, she was complete down with that as long as they got horizontal. Fast. Or diagonal. Hell, as long as he was between her legs.
Obligingly, she fell silent, though was unable to stop the soft moans and whimpers as he grounded himself against her quickly dampening panties. Never in her life had she been more grateful to have been wearing a dress. A hiss slipped through her teeth as his grip on her hair tightened.
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question, and there was no surprise attached to the statement. He could have been telling her his favorite color. Pressing her hips up against him, the brunette nodded, the motion jerky as his grip on her hair held her stationary. Something primal and feral within her was being deliciously stroked, a cat arching its back eagerly into the petting hand- after all the ‘taking charge’ of damn near every situation she’d gotten herself into, it was… damn nice for someone else to be doing so. And who better than the military minded alpha male who’d been watching her back for months and months?