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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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A Few Things Come to Mind (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 06:21 am (UTC)(link)With a sigh she closed the door behind him and turned on the lights. “You do realize that it's like o-dark-thirty, righ- and oh my God that's a lot of blood!” Audrey grabbed the first aid kit from the wall before rushing over to his side.
Butch snorted, eyes following her as she pulled the first aid kit off of the wall and rushed over to him. “Is that ya professional opinion, Dr. Mosley?” his voice dripped with sarcasm as she swatted his hand away and pulled the blood sodden wife-beater away from where he had it pressed against his left brow.
She ignored the quip, choosing to focus her attention on more important things like damage assessment, something that would've been easier if the wound wasn't still leaking. God, this is why I hate head wounds, they just bleed so damn much. After applying pressure for a minute or so the blood flow finally slowed enough for her to see that it was just a simple gash, that with a few stitches, would heal up nicely. When she told Butch as much he let out a sigh of relief mixed with a groan of anticipation. The Serpent King had a hateful, yet ongoing relationship with getting sown up.
“So, who did you get into it with this time?” she asked as she began the sterilization process.
“The table,” he mumbled.
“What?” she asked, not sure she heard him right.
Butch sighed. “Ya know that Mama got the food poising too so she asked me to stay with her till she got better. Since I was there I figured I'd clean up a bit-”
“At three in the morning?”
“Well it's kinda hard to sleep when someone's pukin' their guts up seven feet away from ya,” he stated dryly.
“Point taken.”
“Anyways,” he continued with a roll of his eyes, “I tripped ova one of them damn empty bottles in tha living room and clipped my head on tha goddamn table.”
Audrey shook her head. “Damn.”
“Exactly,” he scoffed.
“Well sit on the couch and hold still,” she ordered as she threaded the needle.
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A Few Things Come to Mind (3/4)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 06:23 am (UTC)(link)Butch, whom had went over to the small mirror on the wall to check out her work, cut his eyes over at her. “Hard enough to need stitches apparently.”
“Don't be a smartass,” she sighed as she crossed over to him and pulled his face down so that she could shine a light into his eyes.
He jerked out of her grasp, blinking rapidly. “The fuck Drey?!”
Audrey breathed out loudly through her nose, she was sleep deprived and so not in the mood. “I need to make sure you don't have a fuckin' concussion, now come here,” she growled. Butch begrudgingly obeyed and after a few minutes and a dozen questions the intern was fairly certain that her idiot, and apparently uncoordinated, boyfriend was not concussed. “You're going to have to stay up for an hour though, just to be sure,” she told him as he flopped down onto the couch.
“But I'm fuckin' beat man!” he whined as he ran a hand through his freshly washed hair, the thick black curls enveloping his fingers. “I have to be up at like eight tomorrow and-”
“'Eight',” Audrey could feel her left eye twitch a little, “By then I will have been at work for two hours. I have to wake up in- shit! Two fucking hours. So you might as well stop your bitching, you're not getting any sympathy from me.”
The room fell quiet as pair glared at each other. “So what are we supposeta do for a whole hour then?” Butch finally sighed.
“I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm going to finish this report,” she threw over her shoulder as she sauntered over to her desk. Audrey didn't particularly feel like writing about alternative treatments for VDS, but she was awake now so she might as well be productive.
Butch pouted at her as she settled in at the little desk tucked away in the corner of the room. “What am I going to do?”
“I don't know Butch. You're a big boy, I'm sure you can find something to entertain yourself with,” Audrey replied, eyes still on the screen in front of her.
Butch sighed as he plopped down on the couch but otherwise stayed quiet; he knew better than to bother Audrey when she was working. His eyes wandered around the tiny room. There wasn't much in the way of entertainment, well not anything he would find entertaining anyway. She had a rather sizable -that would be sizable my vault standards- collection of books (mostly medical related) and comics (mostly Grognak) stacked on topmost shelves of a short bookcase, while the others were filled with framed photos and a few nicknacks. Directly across from him sat a television on a low table, though that wouldn't be of any use considering the fact that the Overseer insisted on turning off the broadcast after midnight.
Butch sighed again, this time letting his head loll over towards Audrey. She was pecking away at the computer's keyboard, brows furrowed, her bottom lip secured between her teeth as it was wont to do when she was in deep concentration. She mumbled to herself incessantly, occasionally sighing or yawning. This went on for ten minutes more before she rose and stretched. A shot of warmth went straight to Butch's groin as his eyes raked over her taut body. I think I just found something to do.
Audrey, oblivious to his plans, gave him a quick smile before walking over to the bookcase. “You don't want a book or anything?” she asked as she bent over giving her a better view of her selection and Butch a better view of her assets. “I know you must be bored stiff.”
He snorted it at her choice of phrase, mind already descended into the gutter. “Nah.”
She sighed, moving to straighten up. “Then what are you going to do?” she questioned, arms going to fold under her breasts, something that pulled the tank covering them tantalizingly low.
The left corner of Butch's mouth lifted up into that signature smirk. “Well a few things come to mind...”
A Few Things Come to Mind (4/5) -A!A fails at counting-
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 06:27 am (UTC)(link)“Why not?” he shrugged as he started towards her with a predator’s gait, reaching her in a few long strides. “There's nothing else to do, and this,” he pinned her hips to the bookcase with his own letting her feel his arousal, “will defiantly keep me awake.”
Audrey narrowed her eyes at him. Any other time she'd be more than happy to indulge him, but she was still a little peeved about being woken up and then there was that damn report that she was so close to finishing and-
“Come on babydoll, don't be that way,” he purred into her ear, voice taking on that deep, husky quality he reserved strictly for situations such as these.
Her breathing hitched at the tone, pelvis pressing into his without her permission. Oh-ho you are good buddy, but not that good. The sexy voice won't get you anywhere this time. Though her mind was strong, her body's resolve was quickly fading. She blamed that on the things Butch's hands were doing to her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank. She decided to ignore his ministrations, training her face into as bored an expression as possible, locking eyes with him. At his arched eyebrow she faked a yawn making him chuckle.
“Come on baby, don't be so cold,” he said as he brought a hand up to tilt her lips up to his.
“'M the Ice Queen, 'member?” she mumbled into the kiss.
Butch rolled his eyes at the moniker that he'd given her long ago. “Well the Butch-man knows just how to warm ya up.”
It was Audrey's turn to arch an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Really.” Hiking her left thigh over his hip he firmly brought their cores flush to one another and began to grind into her. She felt his erection grow harder with each brush of his hips against her own. Audrey's breathing picked up and all thoughts of work and petty denial fell from her mind, but she couldn't let him know that he'd broken her that easily. So instead of moving her hips in time with his like she really wanted to, she did her best to look dispassionate- a strategy that would've been a tad more effective if her breathing wasn't so ragged.
“Are we getting warmer?” His question held a knowing edge as his lips turned up into that lop-sided smirk.
“Nuh-” her breath was momentarily taken from her as he pressed even harder into her. “Nope,” she finally managed, thought at that point she wasn't sure why she was still trying to keep up the act.
Butch stared intently at her then, eyes shining with lust as his right hand left her breast and slowly slid down past the bands of her sleep shorts and panties. She shivered as his middle and ring fingers brushed past her clit and continued down to dance around her entrance. Her back arched in anticipation, but instead of dipping the digits inside he pulled his hand out again, the moisture shining in the apartment's dim lighting serving as proof of her arousal. “It seems as if you're thawing babydoll,” he chuckled before slipping those fingers into his mouth. Audrey's eyes followed his every motion and he made quite a show of cleaning all of her juices off slowly before removing them from his mouth with a little pop. During his little display, never once did he stop grinding into her.
Their eyes locked then, with Butch smirking hard and Audrey torn between smacking that smug look off of his face and kissing him. She chose the latter. Her lips crashed against his, a moan escaping her as his tongue darted into her mouth allowing her a light taste of herself. Cocky bastard, she thought with no real heat as Butch lets out a self satisfied chuckle.
A Few Things Come to Mind (5/5) -A!A fails at counting-
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 06:30 am (UTC)(link)After a few seconds he placed a hand on top of hers, stilling her motions. “I doubt you want this to be over before it starts babydoll,” he murmured, icy eyes taking on a more sapphire hue as he moved her hand up to his shoulder.
Before Audrey could come up with a witty retort -though she wasn't sure how witty she could be with most of her blood having decided to take a vacation down to her neither regions- Butch was grabbing her by the back of her thighs and hoisting her upwards. She let out a startled yelp as her feet left the ground. Butch laughed as he moved off to the side so that her back was now against the wall next to the bookcase. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Ass. Hole.”
“You. Love. It,” he gave back in kind, pinching her rear with each word. She snorted, but denied nothing as she moved her legs to wrap around his waist.
No further comments were made as Butch brought his right hand down to position himself at her entrance. In one smooth motion he pushed himself into her, while his left hand pulled her down to meet him. They moaned at the sensation of filling and being filled. Butch set a surprisingly slow pace as he let his head rest in the crook of Audrey's neck; lips and teeth and tongue sucking, nipping, and soothing the sensitive skin there.
Audrey braced her right hand on his shoulder while the other ran through his thick black hair, fingers gripping at the unstyled curls as he hit that spot that made her breathe his name. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper in an attempt to recreate that effect. Butch was more than happy to oblige, hands going to her hips to pull her down to meet his every thrust while his lips slanted themselves over hers to swallow her every pleasured mewl. Audrey knew that she'd have bruises from his borderline painful grip, but figured it was a fair trade for the stinging marks her nails were sure to be leaving in his shoulders.
A familiar heat began to build in both of their cores as thrusts and breaths came faster and faster until that heat, that wonderful, delicious heat pooled over and spread throughout their bodies. They stayed connected for a moment with each catching their breath as Butch supported them both on trembling limbs. When she trusted her legs enough to hold her up, Audrey unlatched herself from him, giving him one last kiss before letting go. Butch stumbled over to the couch and collapsed, eyes closing as a self satisfied grin pulled at his lips. Just as he was about to slip into sleep's welcoming embrace Audrey spoke.
“Hmm?” he mumbled, not sure of what she said.
“I said it still hasn't been an hour yet. You have another thirty minutes to go.”
“Oh come on Drey! 'm tired!” he whined, eyes shut tight in protest. “How do ya think ya gonna keep me awake after that?”
“Weeeell,” a tank top landing on his head finally prompted his eyes to open, “a few things come to mind.”
Butch pulled the soft, white cloth from his face as Audrey sauntered up to him. She straddled his lap, leaning down to trace the shell of his ear with her tongue as his hands went back to her hips. “Thirty minutes, you said?”
A/N: Sorry bout that numbering fail (and any grammar errors), I'm sleepy lol. Butch and Audrey return!... Again!... yay? I've had the writer's block from hell, but it seems to be lifting so hopefully I'll be able to fill more of these lovely prompts. Anyways! I hope this is was to your liking OP. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go pass out now. Toodles!
Re: A Few Things Come to Mind (5/5) -A!A fails at counting-
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 07:37 am (UTC)(link)I loved it! I had a shitty day and this just about made up for it. <3
A!A here...
(Anonymous) 2012-06-01 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)And there will indeed be moar! ...hopefully sooner rather than later.
Anyways! Thanks for reading/taking the time to comment ^.^
Re: A Few Things Come to Mind (5/5) -A!A fails at counting-
(Anonymous) 2014-01-13 04:42 am (UTC)(link)Uggleblargle I'm babbling like an idiot but I love this series.
A!A here...
(Anonymous) 2014-01-13 10:31 am (UTC)(link)fuck yeah, shameless plugging.