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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Trudy/Ringo
(Anonymous) 2011-10-29 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)Insane bonus points for anyone who can make this not-ucky, for either of them. It'll be awkward, but it'd be fun to see this be nice instead of, well. Potentially nasty.
Stay With Me 1/2
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 07:51 am (UTC)(link)________________
“Well, Trudy's the one you'd really have to talk to about it. I'm not really in charge round here.” Sunny shrugged apologetically. “Tell you what, you can hide here until until nightfall. I know them Powder Gangers are watching the town, so that should give you better chance. There's a door round back of the saloon, you can sneak in through there.”
Ringo grasped the redhead's hand in gratitude. “Thank you, miss. You won't regret it, I'll pay you back for this, I promise.”
And that was how the Crimson Caravan worker found himself with a shotgun in his face that evening at 8:00pm.
“You one of them Powder Gangers?”
“No, no! I-”
“Why were you skulkin' in through here, then? There's a front door, use it.”
“No, I'm – Sunny sent me here.” Ringo shrank back against the door. The woman, must have been Trudy, had quite the presence. No wonder she was seen as the boss in this town.
“Sunny, huh?” Trudy lowered her gun. “Sorry about that. Been a little jumpy since those convicts started riling shit up. What can I do for you?”
“I'm Ringo, the one they're after. I work with the Crimson Caravan, see, and they ran down one of our caravans, just east of here, on I-15. I got away, but they've got it in them now to kill me. So if you wouldn't mind givin' me a place to hide until they get bored of lookin' I'd really appreciate it.”
“Trudy. And no.”
“Sorry? Please, ma'am, this was the closest settlement. I just need to lay low, won't cause any problems, I swear.”
“It's not you that I'm worried about causing problems, it's them. We have a small town, we can't afford to lose anyone cause some jerkoff convicts want to finish someone off. Primm's nearby, there ought to be NCR folks there that can help you if the radio's got it right.”
Ringo hesitated. There was no way he'd make it that far; he'd seen their camps along the road nearby, and the other side was run over with geckos. That wouldn't normally be a problem, but he'd draw their attention, especially if they were looking for him.
“I can pay you, Crimson Caravan can pay you.”
“Money ain't worth the lives of one of my people. Look I'm really sorry – Ringo, was it? - but we can't keep you here.”
The trader racked his brains. He'd never make it. She wouldn't accept money, didn't look like the betting kind either, so Caravan was out. Time to play it up Vegas style.
“What's with that face?”
Okay, maybe the flirty face wouldn't cut it, either.
“I'll have sex with you,” he burst out, regretting it when she scowled.
“Look honey, I ain't the kind of woman you see up in Vegas so you'd better take those words and march right outta this town.”
“Ma'am, I am desperate.”
“And I'm not. Sorry, but I really don't want to risk our town's safety.”
“Well, I'm sure a fine woman like yourself wouldn't have a need to be desperate. I just, yunno, if I could sway you otherwise?”
“You know you're digging your own grave the more you talk.”
“So... do I stop talking?” He straightened up and moved closer to Trudy, who was leaning against one of the diner-style tables. He knew it was quite possibly the cheesiest line in the book, but he didn't have much time to think, threat of death by dynamite looming overhead and all.
Stay With Me 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 07:51 am (UTC)(link)“Do you see those Vegas hookers often?”
“Ah, no, ma'am, can't afford to get into Vegas yet.”
“Hmpf.” With that, she tugged him in for another kiss. She was much different kissing than she was talking; quieter, for one, and more gentle. … Less slobbery than he'd been, too. He found himself pressing himself against her, pulling her closer. As he wrapped his hands around her waist, however, she pulled away again.
“You're a damn terrible kisser, Ringo.”
Ringo bit back a scowl. “You want to do something else, then?”
“Eh, I could think of a few things.” The bartender smirked, and looked pointedly at the bulge in his overalls. “We gonna work on that or what? … what in heaven's name are you doing?” she asked as he hefted her up onto the table.
He didn't answer, and instead kissed her again, sliding his fingers up her skirt, almost ripping it when his arm caught on the fabric.
“You'd think you'd never been with a woman in an ally before.” Trudy sighed and rolled her skirt up to her hips. “Go on.”
Ringo resumed, noting that she went commando. Made sense, he supposed, heat and layers weren't a great mix. Made it easier for him, too, anyway. He slipped a finger inside her, taking care to brush the sides of her clit in the process. One finger went to rubbing up and down her inner length; another to rubbing the small bump above it. She sighed, rolling against his hand as he kissed down her neck. He fumbled for her buttons with his free hand; Trudy groaned impatiently and shrugged her dress and cardigan over her head, before going for the snaps on his overalls, laughing as he attempted to hop out of them while still fingering her. He responded by inserting a second finger, causing her snickering to cut off with a gasp.
“You're packing, I see.” She eyed his member, shiny with precum, and slid to the very edge of the table. She yanked him closer, and directed him into her.
“You... always as bossy in bed as you are normally?” He grunted, feeling the warmth of her chamber cover him.
“We ain't in a bed. Can it.” Trudy lifted and pressed down her hips in response, grinding against him.
For a while, silence peppered with moans and heavy breathing filled the air. Trudy brushed her nails across his nipples, leading to quicker and deeper thrusting on his part, and louder moaning on hers. She leaned back against the table, letting him go in at a more extreme angle. Ringo grabbed at her hips, feeling a release building.
And then, with one more sigh and a final thrust, it was over.
The pair sat there for a minute, catching their breath, before Ringo raised his eyebrows at Trudy.
“... Yeah, I guess you can stay. There's an old gas station no one's using.” She thrust a rag at him. “Clean off that table first, though.”
Re: Stay With Me 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)This was terribly cute!
Re: Stay With Me 2/2
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Stay With Me 2/2
(Anonymous) 2016-01-06 01:33 am (UTC)(link)(I've been trying to find and read everything involving Goodsprings here lately for something I'm writing, so that this was set both there and Ringo/Trudy was a nice bonus for me.)
I comment just to say good job and thanks for sharing, but I also wanted to mention (in case you haven't posted or written anything since 2012 . . . though I both hope and comfortably assume you have) that I'm also basically a first-timer too. High five! (New writers ftw!) I got more and more active here a while ago, then posted my very first fill here and it went great, but then I posted my second and it went so terribly I haven't been active here since. (Sorry, I guess I just wanted to get that out, it felt like I was holding on to it.) I'm picking up again now, though! I suck at talking; What I mean by mentioning all this is simply that I wish you well, and I hope you've had a really good time here, reading and talking and writing and posting stuff you've written.