falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

She starts weaving her hips, the leather of her chaps creaking an inch away from his nose, and he makes a jerky little nod as the troopers howl even louder. Right. So. A plumb loco drunk it is. "Nice song."

She rips her hat off and sends it spinning, the thong at the end of the long braid that tumbled out joining it in short order. "Been savin' it."

"For?"

Charlie doesn't answer, just pulls away and starts to dance as long-dead voice cuts in.

Down in Mexicali

It's small movements at first, little steps and twitches, everything riding on just her big brown eyes, just like their eyes are starting to ride up on her.

There's a crazy little place that I know

Both hands come down to spread her duster wide as she turns towards the troopers, and if the shape of her ass through the back is any indication, her hips can roll like they're on casters.

Where the drinks are hotter, than the chili sauce

She spins again, the long drape of her coat wrapped around one arm as her hips snap out, and if it's possible for a woman to make it look like she's tying herself up with her own damn clothes, she's doing it.

And the boss is a cat named Joe

Raul relaxes his legs, he can't help it, and the toe of her boot slams down in the tiny space left in front of his groin. Every single one of the men behind her jumps, groans, and if the .22 slug that just whanged into the ceiling plaster wasn't the only little load that just shot off, Raul would not be surprised.

He wears a red bandana

Her own comes off, and underneath is a collared linen shirt so white against her ballistic vest and honeyed skin it's a wonder she doesn't blind herself with it getting dressed in the morning, and now Raul starts thinking that she could shut her eyes, shut her eyes and he'd redress her when they got up, and just no, no, no.

Plays a cool piana

The zipper on the vest comes down slow, slow, slow, and the buttons on the shirt pop one by one, her fingers trailing down.

In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

Suddenly there's a shadowed pool of cleavage in front of his face that even a fish could drown in.

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

She twirls again and rolls over, legs spread out towards the troopers and her head on his shoulder as she arches her back, going up on her toes, sliding her cheek next to his. It's either the brush of her hair or a glimpse of that soft, secret space behind her ear that breaks him. Raul reaches up and runs his hands down her sides.

In honky tonk, down in Mexico

She's lithe and limber and he bets just all legs from the opposite angle, and she's got no damn business being sexy enough under that battered old coat to give him this much of a cockstand. All of them are pushing tents, and sweet creeping Jesus, she just brushed her ass into his.

Well, the first time that I saw him

He generally thinks of her in a sisterly fashion, so what she's doing now, grinding into him with three men who want to murder him and possibly do worse to her watching, all of whom look like they're just about ready to crawl up her back and mount her like a raw-boned mare, is downright filthy on so many levels he can't tally it up.

He was sittin on a piano stool

She's set a new bar for how much like a dirty old man he can feel, he thinks. In short order she shows him he couldn't possibly be more wrong.

I said "Tell me man, when does the fun begin?"

Charlie bucks her hips, grabs his right hand and slides it down to her waistband, then under it, his rough, bitten fingers interlaced with her slender ones, running over downy-soft skin and obscenely swelling out the fabric over the join of her legs for the barest of seconds before his own tighten on what she's led him to and she twists away to flick her duster out and flaunt her ass at their captor audience, wet fingers shining before she tucks them into her mouth, coat and vest hitting the ground at the exact moment they slide in. Raul isn't sure if it's the troopers moaning, or him.

He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."

My bad, not used to doing LJ fills. >.

I put on the song as I was reading. I am now EXTREMELY turned on, I hope you're proud of yourself. I have blue balls without the balls.

Charlie pays attention to them while he spends a moment adjusting his bits and iron, swaying herself down to the floor, running her hands over and into her anatomy wherever she can reach, and basically taking every bit of their attention with it. It's not sex; it's the prospect of it that's got them caught up, him caught up. It's that glorious moment right before you get down to the business of ins and outs, that split second between intent and action, stretched out to an endless, excruciating infinity, and they have no way to stop it. It's impossible to stop without taking that plunge, and they can't, trapped on the outside of what she's doing like flies on a pearl of bitter honey.

He wears a red bandana

He looks back up right as she returns, fingers twitching at the front of her shirt, and there's that pool again. It should be darker underwater, he thinks as she swings a leg over and straddles his, boots flat to the foor as she winds her hips to keep all other eyes on her denim-sheathed ass, but it's light in between her breasts. Just an acre of perfect, smooth skin on display for him, scalded cream instead of the milky coffee of her throat.

Plays a cool piana

Charlie smiles, and it's a wicked, wicked thing. "C'mon, Raul. Don't stop playing now."

In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

The hell with it. He pushes his face down into her and inhales.

He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache

A mingled scent of sweat and sweet air and underneath it all the sharp tang of metal; hot, heady steel baked by the sun, the ghost of a dozen teenage sunsets spent groping in the backseat of a broken-down borrowed car. He pulls it in once, twice before its joined by the reek of booze and he sputters as it suddenly floods over the bottom of his face, stinging deep in the back of his open nose. Raul looks up. She's got the bottle of tequila balanced over the back of one hand, and the pull she just took is dribbling out over her bottom lip, catching in the hollow of her throat before it slides down between her breasts and beyond. The thought of it pooling in her navel just about kills him, so he opens his mouth to trade scent for taste, sucking and nibbling until there's nothing else left in his head. The hell with the troopers, too.

In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

It's blue agave from the bottle and salt from her skin, the grit of dust from a morning spent in the desert the day before and the bitter flavour of the coyote tobacco she's been chewing all night to stay alert; the taste of her mouth in his.

In Mexico...

The tempo jacks up and Raul runs his hand over his face as she pulls back, an attempt to clear his head that backfires like a stick of short-fused dynamite. She definitely smells like that everywhere.

All of a sudden in walks a chick

He actually reaches after her this time as she slides away, snapping her hips in a roll, a buck towards each panting man in front of her.

In Mexico...

Her leg flashes out and her bootheel snaps down as she pushes out her chest, rapping hard against the mellowed tile.

Joe starts playin on a latin kick

The shirt comes off as she tosses her head, sweaty hair finally flying loose of the plait and there's that tied-up thing she does with her clothes again, and where, oh Jesus, where on God's gutted earth did she find a black lace bra?

In Mexico...

Her thumb darts down into her jeans, and he wonders, he hopes, he prays as it comes back up hooked on something-

Around her waist she wore three fishnets

Yup. Matching set.

In Mexico...

This time he knows it's him who's moaning.

She started dancin' with the castanets

One leg slides up over the other, the conchas on the bottom of her chaps clattering against each other.

In Mexico...

Charlie twists and then she's on him, hips snugged to his, her ankles crossed at the back of the chair.

I didn't know just what to expect

She brings her face in so close to his they're breathing the same inch of air and time...just...slows.

In Mexico...

"What do you say, Raul? Reckon you can give me the time for it?"

She threw her arms around my neck

Raul tears his eyes away to look past her as she does exactly that. "I'll give it to you from your eleven to three."

"You sure? Ready for a thrill?"

In Mexico...

Her hips grind and he nearly chokes. "Good to go, boss. Give it up for me."

We started dancin all around the floor

"Give it and get it." Charlie brushes her lips against his ear, sucking her breath back in a sweet little whimper through her teeth, and Christ above he can feel the muscles up the inside of her thighs trembling, the damp of her down below. "Ready to get in, Mexico?"

In Mexico...

He slaps his hands against her ass and pulls in hard. "Now!" Charlie flips over backwards till her head nearly hits the floor, her arms flash out, and slim little throwing knives hit home in two out of three panting throats, standing at eleven and three of the clock precisely. Even with a dent in her brains and drunk as a skunk, there's never been anything wrong with her ears or sense of direction.

Until she did a dance I never saw before

He's lucky the insane little maneuver throws off the owner of the third, because it takes Raul more than a second to see straight enough to shoot his eye out with the 9mm she had strapped up the inside of her thigh. One hand still digging into the cleft of Charlie's ass, he takes long enough to make sure everyone's dead who should be and lets the pistol fall out of his hand.

So if you're south of the border

Everything's rushed south-

I mean down in Mexico

Down and in-

And you wanna get straight

Just carry her straight over to the nearest table-

Man, don't hesitate

Or just tip over straight onto the floor and-

Just-

Wee small note for the last section; I'm writing in line with the direction Charlie and Raul are going, so the next part might be a bit of a dirty little slap.

Charlie flicks a button on the Pip-Boy and slithers loose of him, staying at his feet for a brief second before she's back on her own, grinning. She chuckles and presses the pad of her thumb against her tongue before reaching out to smooth it over his little mustache; first left, then right. "Slick as sarsaparilla. That was way more fun than what I had planned for you tonight."

He sits there dumbstruck as she picks up all her discarded clothes and shrugs back into them, replaits her braid and tucks it up under her hat, turning lean curves and burnished hair into lines about as appealing as a weathered board with a blackened crossbeam. That's what she should look like, and it shocks him back into sense.

"Planned? What do you mean, planned?"

"Well, I wanted to tell you-"

"What was this, a game to you? Am I?"

"No! No, I-" Her face is burning, and it's not entirely from the drink. "So. Where do you reckon we go from here?"

Raul looks at her, really looks and sees.

Suddenly she's not a woman with no letters or a run-down itinerant on borrowed time, she's something more, something hot that's gotten stuck in his chest and suddenly he feels so, so angry. Not angry with her, but angry that he feels. It's like a betrayal. An ambush. He doesn't let himself look any farther than that.

"Up to you, boss." Raul stands up. "Yeah. I think I'm done playing around for the night."

"Raul, wait! Raul!" He doesn't stop and Charlie doesn't follow. She stands there for a moment, then sits back down at the table to wait to complain and explain to whatever employee walks in first, picking up the scattered cards.

She looks towards the door again after she has them all, then starts laying out a game of Solitare, which she knows she only has half a chance of not screwing up on her own. She puts her fingers on the stock pile, gives the empty doorway one last, lingering glance, and shuts her eyes.

"Black Jack for that Red Queen. Neat as you please, please." She flips the card, opens her eyes. Joker. Of course."Fucking-" Everything left on the table goes flying. "Damn the deck, and damn my rusted heart-"

Charlie scrambles up and starts putting the deck back together, picking her way through the blood and broken glass. It's his deck and he'll need it if she wants to get good at playing again, if he'll show her how to get good. She isn't good at this anymore. She hasn't been good at it for so long. Hasn't needed to be.

Everything feels so clumsy without him.

Perfect ending, seriously. Because he'll forgive her, keep following her to the ends of the earth and beyond. He owes her and she's the only friend he has and that bonds you in more than one way. And he's way to old for these games. XD

I love the way this ends - it's so different from what I expected, and very human.

This is perfect, anon! <3 <3 <3 There aren't enough hearts in the world to show you how much I adore this.

I love it! A!A, that ending just hit home in such a surreal amazing way. Ohh this was better than I thought it could be.

I'm so happy you guys enjoyed it. I don't write much stuff like this. :) Thanks for making the fill OP!

This is such perfection. FUCK! Its everything I wanted and more!
I love your Courier, your style of writing, EVERYTHING.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

rofl and thank you for enjoying it! I'm so glad you did. :)

I love all these PCs you manage to dream up- Charlie, Cort, all original and as unique as they should be.

It's that glorious moment right before you get down to the business of ins and outs, that split second between intent and action, stretched out to an endless, excruciating infinity, and they have no way to stop it.

Wow. I want to marry this sentence, and bring it flowers every day.

Oh wow. This is absolutely sizzling hot, and such a realistic let-down by the end. Charlie and everyone feel so... so human and real and warm in my head and I just want to dive into your characters and swim around in their humanity. I love this so much.

A!A says thankyou, nonnie. I'm very glad you enjoyed it so much. :)

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