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Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-02 05:31 am (UTC)(link)He sat down on the couch and pulled Elle’s bag towards him, sorting through the clutter and trinkets for his target. At last, he located her favorite weapon, a plasma pistol that she had painstakingly decorated with a mosaic of paint chips that she had picked up around the wasteland. It killed him to see his employer favor such a silly and needlessly complicated weapon, when his good old-fashioned shotgun did the job perfectly well. Nevertheless, he carefully cleaned the gun with as much care he would give his own gun.
Charon was applying a new clear layer of glue over the mosaic design when he heard creaking from upstairs. He carefully set the gun next to the Sugar Bombs and pulled his own shotgun into his lap as Elle began descending the stairs.
“Morning,” she grumbled, clearly afflicted with a headache from last night’s drinking.
He grunted in reply as he took apart the shotgun, pretending to be deep in concentration. He watched Elle out of the corner of his eye as she approached the table. She stood there for a moment and took in the odd display. Charon supposed that he had unintentionally arranged the Wasteland’s version of a continental breakfast.
“Did you clean my gun?” she asked, picking up the pistol and turning it over in her hands.
“Glue’s still wet,” he muttered and continued his act. He had taken apart the shotgun so many times that he didn’t need to look at it, so he watched her face instead. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as she set the gun back down and picked up the cereal box.
“And you saved the rest for me?”
She grinned and popped open the box. Charon scooted to one side of the couch as she joined him.
“Here, you like them just as much as me,” Elle said, tipping the box’s opening towards him, “We’ll split the last of it.”
With the delighted sparkle in her big brown eyes, it was hard to say no. He opened his palm and she shook a bit of cereal into it. Was it a trick of the light or was there a slight rosy tint to her cheeks?
Charon let the thought wander around in his brain while they ate. As Elle finished the box and began shaking the crumbs into her mouth, Charon decided now was the time to propose his idea for the day, before the thought of Gob and Nova crossed her mind.
“You should practice with that sniper rifle we found,” he said, finishing with his shotgun and propping it against the armrest. Elle gave him a pout.
“But I have a headache.”
“So take some Med-X,” he retorted without hesitation, “Raiders aren’t going to take pity just because you don’t know how to control yourself around liquor.”
Elle groaned and leaned against him, burying her face in his shoulder and grumbling incoherently. Suddenly, going out into the Wasteland seemed like a dumb idea. Getting up from the couch sounded like a dumb idea, too, at the moment. Charon looked down at his employer, who still sat there with her face hidden. Her hand was resting gently on his forearm and he felt the urge to hold it in his own.
Then again, he thought as he felt his cock twitch, it would be so easy to just push Elle down into the couch and take her, right there. He imagined the look of surprise on her face as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her shorts, teasing at the delicate skin. She would moan softly as he buried his face in her neck, while entwining her fingers in his and pinning her hands above her head…
Charon felt himself hardening and quickly moved to conceal it. Elle grumbled at his sudden movement and gave him a glare. He knew that her eyes were staring daggers into his back as he got to his feet and headed up the staircase, hand carefully positioned to hide his crotch from her line of vision.
“C'mon smoothskin, get ready so we can get you some target practice.”
He shut the door to his room behind him and leaned against the cold metal, groaning at his stupidity.
Way to show off those “tricks” up his sleeve, he thought darkly as he let his head fall back with a soft thud.
Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-03 04:49 am (UTC)(link)I'm also glad to see that you're back, fuck yes! <3
RE: Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-03 05:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-13 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)