The breath she held in was forced out as his slow pace gradually increased. The couriers hips began to buck into his steady thrusts, meeting his movements in a fluid motion.
The couriers muscles fluctuated as the friction built up inside of her. She pushed her hips into Ringo's with frantic need until she hit her peak. Her nails dug into Ringo's back while she rode out the waves of pleasure. The courier buried her face into the crook of his neck, murmuring his name while he came.
They laid down, limb intertwined and breath still uneven. The courier looked at the pip-boy on her arm, a large '1:27 AM' was lit across the screen." We should probably get dresses before someone walks in."
After what seemed like hours of redressing themselves in silence, Ringo was the first to talk.
"This might have only time we've done this but I'll miss it."
The courier placed a hand on his chest, she looked into his hazel eyes, returning his warm smile.
"Well, I still don't know how the hell to play caravan. So while you're up there with the Crimson Caravan, remember, I'll be visiting you soon."
"Till then, Rosie."
For the first time that night the courier felt a blush spread across her cheeks. "See you there, Ringo."
With a wink over her shoulder, the courier left The Prospector Saloon and on her way to the NCR Outpost.
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timeasmymeasure
Baby Is What He Calls Me 2/?
Date: 2012-04-20 02:23 am (UTC)-
The breath she held in was forced out as his slow pace gradually increased. The couriers hips began to buck into his steady thrusts, meeting his movements in a fluid motion.
The couriers muscles fluctuated as the friction built up inside of her. She pushed her hips into Ringo's with frantic need until she hit her peak. Her nails dug into Ringo's back while she rode out the waves of pleasure. The courier buried her face into the crook of his neck, murmuring his name while he came.
They laid down, limb intertwined and breath still uneven. The courier looked at the pip-boy on her arm, a large '1:27 AM' was lit across the screen." We should probably get dresses before someone walks in."
After what seemed like hours of redressing themselves in silence, Ringo was the first to talk.
"This might have only time we've done this but I'll miss it."
The courier placed a hand on his chest, she looked into his hazel eyes, returning his warm smile.
"Well, I still don't know how the hell to play caravan. So while you're up there with the Crimson Caravan, remember, I'll be visiting you soon."
"Till then, Rosie."
For the first time that night the courier felt a blush spread across her cheeks. "See you there, Ringo."
With a wink over her shoulder, the courier left The Prospector Saloon and on her way to the NCR Outpost.