“You selfish bitch, you almost got us killed,” he growled. The Courier looked back at him with wide eyes.“Let… go…” she croaked, weakly shoving against his chest in a pitiful effort to dislodge him. In a flash moment of clarity, Boone wondered what the hell he was doing, and what the hell had gotten into him. He let her go, and started with an apology on his lips before the Courier turned on him, kneeing him almost in the groin. Boone dropped to the ground instinctively, worried at the close call. The Courier used this to her advantage and kicked Boone in the back viciously. “The hell you think you’re doing you sack of shit? I should put a bullet in your brain for putting a hand on me.”
The anger was back in a flash, burning at Boone’s chest. He scrambled to his knees and launched himself at the Courier, crashing into her legs and bringing her down with a corporeal thump. She exhaled in a forceful, sickening whoosh as the air was knocked out of her lungs for the second time. Boone scrambled on top of her and pinned the Courier’s wrists down as she gasped for air. “Pig,” she gasped out. Boone could feel her sides heave in between his thighs as he straddled her. He could feel himself panting hard as well.
The Courier struggled weakly beneath him as she tried to regain her breath. Once she had a moment to rest, however, her squirming and bucking became more vicious. Boone pressed more of his weight on her in response. The Courier still struggled beneath him, though now she had enough of her breath back to make feral shrieks and yell threats at him. Still, she could not dislodge herself and Boone was enjoying the power he felt in holding her down.
“Not in control now,” Boone taunted at her. Their faces were only inches apart, and the Courier chose to spit in Boone’s face in response. Boone’s eye ticked again as he felt his anger swell. How dare she? Who the hell did she think she was to treat him with indignity, even when she was at such an obvious disadvantage? He’d teach her a lesson.
Gathering both her wrists in one hand, Boone used his free hand to undo his belt. He used the black leather belt to bind her wrists snuggly, and he tied the end to a heavy, metal magazine rack by the door. After this was done, Boone sat back on the Courier’s hips dully, thinking of his next move. [A/N TBC soon!]
Re: Thirst Will Drive You Mad
“You selfish bitch, you almost got us killed,” he growled. The Courier looked back at him with wide eyes.“Let… go…” she croaked, weakly shoving against his chest in a pitiful effort to dislodge him. In a flash moment of clarity, Boone wondered what the hell he was doing, and what the hell had gotten into him. He let her go, and started with an apology on his lips before the Courier turned on him, kneeing him almost in the groin. Boone dropped to the ground instinctively, worried at the close call. The Courier used this to her advantage and kicked Boone in the back viciously. “The hell you think you’re doing you sack of shit? I should put a bullet in your brain for putting a hand on me.”
The anger was back in a flash, burning at Boone’s chest. He scrambled to his knees and launched himself at the Courier, crashing into her legs and bringing her down with a corporeal thump. She exhaled in a forceful, sickening whoosh as the air was knocked out of her lungs for the second time. Boone scrambled on top of her and pinned the Courier’s wrists down as she gasped for air. “Pig,” she gasped out. Boone could feel her sides heave in between his thighs as he straddled her. He could feel himself panting hard as well.
The Courier struggled weakly beneath him as she tried to regain her breath. Once she had a moment to rest, however, her squirming and bucking became more vicious. Boone pressed more of his weight on her in response. The Courier still struggled beneath him, though now she had enough of her breath back to make feral shrieks and yell threats at him. Still, she could not dislodge herself and Boone was enjoying the power he felt in holding her down.
“Not in control now,” Boone taunted at her. Their faces were only inches apart, and the Courier chose to spit in Boone’s face in response. Boone’s eye ticked again as he felt his anger swell. How dare she? Who the hell did she think she was to treat him with indignity, even when she was at such an obvious disadvantage? He’d teach her a lesson.
Gathering both her wrists in one hand, Boone used his free hand to undo his belt. He used the black leather belt to bind her wrists snuggly, and he tied the end to a heavy, metal magazine rack by the door. After this was done, Boone sat back on the Courier’s hips dully, thinking of his next move.
[A/N TBC soon!]