Herman swallows pathetically, his heart jumping irregularly in fear at the very idea. Pepper’s face, young and happy and in love, is suddenly in his mind.
“You’re disgusting.” He whispers, eyes staring into the nothingness beyond her as she slinks gracefully out of her seat to walk about the room thoughtfully. “Don’t you… care?”
“Care?” She snorts. “About what? Care about you, Manny old boy?”
“About your reputation.” He mumbles, fighting back the painfully sore lump in his throat and the overwhelming terror of what this young woman has done to his life, about what he has done… “You’re stuck here, you know. You think you can live with the whole vault, your father and friends, judging you and hating you?”
Kate is silent, so sure in her step that Herman briefly thinks that she has left him. He goes to turn his head, though the heated breath puffing along his jaw from within the darkness behind him freezes his bones in their sockets.
Instinctual fear prickles up his spine as he feels a sharp canine prick at his skin when she presses her lips to the shelf of his jaw.
“Ellen DeLoria manages…” She hisses, her tongue wet and seething against him. “Doesn’t she, Manny?”
Shock jolts Herman heavily, his mouth bobbing open in confusion for a moment before he gasps out a breath of horror. His throat is tight, too tight, and he can see a different shade of blue eyes in his mind now—not Pepper’s lovely gray, not Kate’s brilliant sapphire...
Sky blue. Outraged, shamed, hateful sky blue.
“Mmm…” Kate purrs, running her hands down his chest from behind his back. “You seem tense, Officer Gomez.”
Herman chokes on words that threaten to spill—I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know what to do, I still care. His heart palpitates in such thunderous, precise throbs that he feels light-headed and nauseous. He feels as weak and gray as Pepper, and suddenly he understands what it feels like to be crushed under a presence so malicious and gargantuan.
Kate kisses the corner of his open lips, her fingers walking themselves cheekily down the length of his vault-suit-zipper until she grasps a possessive handful of his groin. Herman gasps at the ready reaction from his body, almost instantaneous, and Kate groans in his ear at the feel of him.
“Say, Mr. Gomez…” She muses in a hush, removing his security armor with one hand and boldly groping his awakening cock with the other. “I’ve been wondering about something…”
Herman sighs miserably as his hands begin to aid her in the removal of his uniform—he shuts his eyes as she slips her hand into his undershorts and begins to stroke his penis with a tightly wound fist.
“Do you ever think of me when you’re fucking her?” She taunts in a breath laced with smoke.
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“You’re disgusting.” He whispers, eyes staring into the nothingness beyond her as she slinks gracefully out of her seat to walk about the room thoughtfully. “Don’t you… care?”
“Care?” She snorts. “About what? Care about you, Manny old boy?”
“About your reputation.” He mumbles, fighting back the painfully sore lump in his throat and the overwhelming terror of what this young woman has done to his life, about what he has done… “You’re stuck here, you know. You think you can live with the whole vault, your father and friends, judging you and hating you?”
Kate is silent, so sure in her step that Herman briefly thinks that she has left him. He goes to turn his head, though the heated breath puffing along his jaw from within the darkness behind him freezes his bones in their sockets.
Instinctual fear prickles up his spine as he feels a sharp canine prick at his skin when she presses her lips to the shelf of his jaw.
“Ellen DeLoria manages…” She hisses, her tongue wet and seething against him. “Doesn’t she, Manny?”
Shock jolts Herman heavily, his mouth bobbing open in confusion for a moment before he gasps out a breath of horror. His throat is tight, too tight, and he can see a different shade of blue eyes in his mind now—not Pepper’s lovely gray, not Kate’s brilliant sapphire...
Sky blue. Outraged, shamed, hateful sky blue.
“Mmm…” Kate purrs, running her hands down his chest from behind his back. “You seem tense, Officer Gomez.”
Herman chokes on words that threaten to spill—I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know what to do, I still care. His heart palpitates in such thunderous, precise throbs that he feels light-headed and nauseous. He feels as weak and gray as Pepper, and suddenly he understands what it feels like to be crushed under a presence so malicious and gargantuan.
Kate kisses the corner of his open lips, her fingers walking themselves cheekily down the length of his vault-suit-zipper until she grasps a possessive handful of his groin. Herman gasps at the ready reaction from his body, almost instantaneous, and Kate groans in his ear at the feel of him.
“Say, Mr. Gomez…” She muses in a hush, removing his security armor with one hand and boldly groping his awakening cock with the other. “I’ve been wondering about something…”
Herman sighs miserably as his hands begin to aid her in the removal of his uniform—he shuts his eyes as she slips her hand into his undershorts and begins to stroke his penis with a tightly wound fist.
“Do you ever think of me when you’re fucking her?” She taunts in a breath laced with smoke.