Characters| Boone F!Courier Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough sex Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets. Notes| Added/edited some tags after going to Delicious
The sniper bit back a moan, pressing himself against the soft body of the courier. Despite having a tendency to take over every situation she came across, and having some very masculine qualities, as far as personality went, she was the picture of femininity- proportioned breats, slender waist, wide hips, soft skin… and her hair. That was definitely her defining feature. Most women, for practical reasons, kept their hair short and out of the way- Temmy’s was long and thick and fell to her waist. Now that he thought about it, it would also make good leverage to pull on. Excellent.
His hands left her for a moment, working on undoing the offending clothing she wore- he wanted his woman completely undressed when he reminded who was the one in charge.
His woman. Yeah… he liked the sound of that. Hadn’t thought about it too much until that punk ass had been eying her. The fact that she’d actually felt the urge to give the guy the time of day had really gotten under his skin. Sure, at the moment their relationship was purely physical- and not from lack of effort on September’s part either.
That didn’t mean he was letting another man sniff around his turf.
“Good girl.” He praised her when the female moaned helplessly.
God, he just wanted to pin her down on the floor and take her until those pretty legs gave out. Well there was an idea. For now, he busied himself undressing her, having to use the wall to force his body away from hers, sliding that damn dress off her hips, leaving her in only her underwear and the stockings that went with the damn charmer outfit. The shoes had been dispatched a long while ago.
While he hadn’t thought it would have been possible, he got harder at the sight, his cock aching at the mere thought of being buried inside of her. As he admired the view- the Mojave had been kind to her, once he’d made sure she was eating enough to keep a healthy weight-, Temmy got impatient, squirming. His gaze settled on her backside- while one side of her face was still firmly against the wall, she’d pushed herself from the wall, arching her back and angling that pretty ass so as to tempt him to hurry up. It almost worked. Then he’d noticed the wet spot in her light colored underwear.
“Well look what we have here.” A smirk ran across his face as she made a small whine of protest at his not touching her. “So eager… you should have thought about that before.”
The sharp inhale and shocked expression on her face told him she was aware now that he was going to punish Temmy for her teasing. Still keeping the one hand buried in her hair, the other worked her bra loose with minimal difficulty- he’d gotten plenty of practice before from the hurried quickies out in the open desert. The cloth slide down her arms and fell to the floor, her underwear soon meeting the same fate. A split second deliberation had him deciding to have her keep the stockings on. Now bare for him to see, the sniper would belying if he aid he didn’t get intense amusement from watching the courier’s fluids run down the thighs- he hadn’t even done anything to her yet. But maybe that was the point.
Sharply pressing her body against the wall, Boone returned to his grinding against her, September’s whines louder now that she didn’t have any clothes to block the friction. She was being good, not speaking, though seemed unable to stop all the delectable little noises that escaped her throat. Not that he wanted her to.
While her mouth might not have been doing the telling, she was still begging him to take her. Hard. The wide eyed, flushed expression. Not to mention the fact that a dam had broken between her legs.
Re: Romanticide (2/?)
Tags| Boone F!Courier complete het dominance stockings Rough sex
Summary| Courier pokes the sleeping bear, and is surprised by the reaction she gets.
Notes| Added/edited some tags after going to Delicious
The sniper bit back a moan, pressing himself against the soft body of the courier. Despite having a tendency to take over every situation she came across, and having some very masculine qualities, as far as personality went, she was the picture of femininity- proportioned breats, slender waist, wide hips, soft skin… and her hair. That was definitely her defining feature. Most women, for practical reasons, kept their hair short and out of the way- Temmy’s was long and thick and fell to her waist. Now that he thought about it, it would also make good leverage to pull on. Excellent.
His hands left her for a moment, working on undoing the offending clothing she wore- he wanted his woman completely undressed when he reminded who was the one in charge.
His woman. Yeah… he liked the sound of that. Hadn’t thought about it too much until that punk ass had been eying her. The fact that she’d actually felt the urge to give the guy the time of day had really gotten under his skin. Sure, at the moment their relationship was purely physical- and not from lack of effort on September’s part either.
That didn’t mean he was letting another man sniff around his turf.
“Good girl.” He praised her when the female moaned helplessly.
God, he just wanted to pin her down on the floor and take her until those pretty legs gave out. Well there was an idea. For now, he busied himself undressing her, having to use the wall to force his body away from hers, sliding that damn dress off her hips, leaving her in only her underwear and the stockings that went with the damn charmer outfit. The shoes had been dispatched a long while ago.
While he hadn’t thought it would have been possible, he got harder at the sight, his cock aching at the mere thought of being buried inside of her. As he admired the view- the Mojave had been kind to her, once he’d made sure she was eating enough to keep a healthy weight-, Temmy got impatient, squirming. His gaze settled on her backside- while one side of her face was still firmly against the wall, she’d pushed herself from the wall, arching her back and angling that pretty ass so as to tempt him to hurry up. It almost worked. Then he’d noticed the wet spot in her light colored underwear.
“Well look what we have here.” A smirk ran across his face as she made a small whine of protest at his not touching her. “So eager… you should have thought about that before.”
The sharp inhale and shocked expression on her face told him she was aware now that he was going to punish Temmy for her teasing. Still keeping the one hand buried in her hair, the other worked her bra loose with minimal difficulty- he’d gotten plenty of practice before from the hurried quickies out in the open desert. The cloth slide down her arms and fell to the floor, her underwear soon meeting the same fate. A split second deliberation had him deciding to have her keep the stockings on. Now bare for him to see, the sniper would belying if he aid he didn’t get intense amusement from watching the courier’s fluids run down the thighs- he hadn’t even done anything to her yet. But maybe that was the point.
Sharply pressing her body against the wall, Boone returned to his grinding against her, September’s whines louder now that she didn’t have any clothes to block the friction. She was being good, not speaking, though seemed unable to stop all the delectable little noises that escaped her throat. Not that he wanted her to.
While her mouth might not have been doing the telling, she was still begging him to take her. Hard. The wide eyed, flushed expression. Not to mention the fact that a dam had broken between her legs.
Oh, he’d give her what she wanted- eventually.