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Missed Me 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-18 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)He doesn’t recognize her—not even remotely, at first.
At first, she is a dirty, skinny, dead-eyed creature whose hair is shorn and dull in color, whose large eyes make her look harsh and wild.
Kate does not look joyful and vibrant, but blank and utterly barren of the vibrant happiness she once emanated—she is alert, like a feral animal thrust into a foreign territory. Herman has never been more unnerved by a sight in his entire life.
“…Kate?” Herman looks her over once more, unbelieving of her presence after so long—a year, maybe two?—and hovers his hand over his pistol.
Kate blinks at the sight of him, apparently equally as bewildered by the sight of him, and her hand drops limply from the large rifle adorning her back; Herman has the faint thought that the gun seems to make her hunch, as if the weight of it has bent her small body forcibly.
“Kate?—well… Gosh! I can hardly believe it! Is that really you?” He laughs, nearly hysterical from the suffocating air that she radiates, and continues to stare expectantly into those foreign eyes. No spite, no hidden laughter, no dark secrets, no confidence. Just… nothing.
“Kate?” Herman repeats, quietly now, for he can see the recognition flickering weakly in her eyes. He notices many ghastly scars as they stand there staring at one another, even with her baggy and largely concealing… armor? Clothing? He can’t quite tell. He thinks to a time when she was spotless.
“Manny.” She finally chokes out, the sound of her voice bringing a sharp pang to his heart—it is a voice he has strained to remember for over a year. Though, like the rest of her, the sound is small and wary.
It doesn’t take long until she is crossing the large space that has built between them. The wild touch to her eyes worries him, makes him back up a step or two, but his fear is unfounded in the end. Kate collapses into him in a fury of tears and dusty fabric, wrapping her arms around him with a desperation that steals his breath away.
She feels different, no longer soft and exciting and blissful. Kate is hard with muscle and bone, smells of unwashed human and death and dirt, and her body no longer fills his arms—which eventually wrap around her in return—like she once did.
Her sobs are so frantic in their nature that it isn’t long before she cannot breathe, that she begins to choke and claw at him in the need for aid.
An old supposedly dead part of him is roused, forcing him into action as he scoops her up—somewhat awkwardly around the uncomfortable jabs of weapons—and shuffles her quickly into the entrance area. It is there that she breathes, gulping down air and letting the strong breeze from the outside dry her eyes.
He watches her during these few minutes, brow drawn in confusion, hand gripping hers tightly as he tucks a strand of hair from her dirty face awkwardly.
Who is this?
Missed Me Tags
(Anonymous) 2012-11-18 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)Kink: Non-con, Bondage
Characters: F!LW, Officer Herman Gomez, Butch DeLoria
Series: Criminal
Relationship: Het
Re: Missed Me 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 08:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Missed Me 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-20 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)-A!A
Re: Missed Me 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)can't wait for more!!! Loved Criminal, can't wait to love this! :D
Re: Missed Me 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-20 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)-A!A
Missed Me 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-20 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)She takes a deep, frustrated breath through her nose, wiping at the runniness before turning to him. Kate smiles, kindly and sincerely, and he blinks in shock at the sight of it. “I just can’t believe that I’m seeing you… That you’re the same.”
He doesn’t speak, simply watches her watch him, and nearly begins to cry right along with her when he realizes that the Kate sitting beside him is not the same that left him broken all those months ago. How could he even begin to be angry when this creature is merely a ghost of what once existed in that horrible girl?
“What happened out there?” Is what Herman finally whispers.
After a moment of her hiding her face in her hands, she exhales shakily and looks off to the bright light flooding in from the entrance. “Dad’s gone.”
She is suddenly a child, he realizes: nose red and running, eyes beautiful and large with the shine of tears, lips deeply flushed and puffy from fighting against the sobs that wrack her ribs.
“I just—… I just got him back, Manny.” Kate chokes on her words, battered agony radiating sickly behind her eyes. “All that time, looking and failing… All those people I—…” She pauses, swallowing audibly, and pushes her clenched fists against eyes. “He left me again...”
Herman’s heart drops from the sudden realization of what she speaks of, closing his eyes to erase the image of a motionless, paled James from his mind.
“Honey…” He can’t think of anything to say, doesn’t want to hear of any more tales of her scars or nightmares. “I’m sorry. I really am, Katie.”
Kate blinks a gathering of tears from her eyes, smearing at the grime coating her face, and looks to him underneath thin, wet lashes. She sniffs loudly, uncaring, and reaches a calloused hand up to his face.
He flinches away at the sight of dirt underneath her nails, though one look from her reddened, pitiable eyes makes his heart sore enough to bypass obsessive compulsions.
“You’re so clean.” She muses, almost as if to herself, and smiles in wonder as she meets his eyes. “You’re so handsome, Manny. It’s wonderful to see a face like yours, after all this.”
Her sudden change in mood is off-putting, enough to make him forget that she ever left—however momentarily that bittersweet feeling is; he feels as if this is another tryst, with her cackles still laced with malice and her sparkling eyes haunting him in their absence of pity.
He doesn’t trust her, he decides—not in the slightest.
Herman lets her explore him after so long; innocent, chaste touches and observations that make him feel like the outsider—though he supposes that if the people out there dress and look anything like Kate, than he must look strange after so long.
“What’re you doing here?” The question dawns on him after the initial shock begins to fade.
Kate’s fingers pause in their gentle journey down his cheek, her eyes looking confusedly into his for a brief moment. “Amata. She asked for my help, said things were fucked.”
Herman’s brow rises. “I’ll… pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Missed Me 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-20 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)“About…” He swallows, looking quickly away from the raw show of trepidation in Kate’s eyes. So, she is anticipating his questions... Good. “About the vault?”
“Yeah. Assuming, of course, that I can’t just shove my rifle up the Overseer’s ass without having a reason first.” She grimaces as she looks down at her shoes, tutting under her breath as she scuffs the large boots together to rid them of encrusted mud. “And… assuming you won’t arrest me?”
Herman smiles, though he doesn’t know why—the memories those words bring back just send his thoughts racing once more, make his ears burn in hot discomfort.
Though he supposes his questions will come once Kate’s… done what she will with this vault. She cannot come back; Herman knows that—he wouldn’t allow it even if the Overseer did. He can’t live with her again now that he remembers what it’s like to live without her constant shadow.
“I won’t, Kate, as long as you are… civil.” It’s a lame way to make such a compromise, for he has no doubt that Kate could do away with every single soul in this vault if she truly wanted, though that doesn’t seem to be the case so far. Herman finds himself thanking the higher powers that she has been divested of her evil temper—as boorish as that feels to do. “You have my word—,”
Her hand is on his elbow suddenly, though she does not roughly yank him back to her like he expects. Kate tugs on his arm, cautiously and patiently, until Herman faces her with a pounding heart. What he expected was a knife to his stomach or a bullet between the eyes, he expected that the disgusting, bloodthirsty baring of her teeth was to be the last thing he saw—certainly not the chaste kiss that Kate presses to his lips. Warm, soft, and lovely.
Kate pulls away after a moment of letting her lips linger affectionately against his, rocking back onto her heels with a small smile—an apologetic one, strangely enough.
“Old habits.” She answered his taken aback look, her hand falling from his arm and back to her side limply. “Thank you.”
He nods sharply, unknowing of what she was thanking him for, and turns in a hasty about-face to lead her back to the vault.
Re: Missed Me 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-21 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Missed Me 1c/?
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)Missed Me 2a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 05:59 am (UTC)(link)Reunions, fractured and stiff, were had and fought through uncomfortably. It was immediately noticed that Kate was not Kate, not truly anymore, and Herman wasn’t sure if anyone actually mourned that as much as he did. Perhaps Amata.
Amata almost cried, the tears were certainly there and seen by Kate, but the two were no longer close like they once were. There was some sort of resentment between them, a fissure in their bond, and Herman had to swallow the tenderness down his throat to keep from getting too emotional over that fact. He’d watched them grow up together—never did he expect it to end so abruptly.
“Wow.” Kate chuckles breathlessly—maybe on the border of hysterical—at the state of the diner, gripping her hair in both hands and staring wide-eyed at the destruction. “Uh… how?”
“Rebels.” Herman mumbles, not bothering to watch the way Kate’s face falls at the sight of a ruined piece of childhood. It’s been an exhausting few hours. “They figured it would get our attention, you know…”
“Did it?”
“Sure.” He doesn’t really feel like talking to her, especially after almost seeing his son get shot only a few hours earlier, but he knows this will be the only real time to speak to her. Kate won’t be staying much longer; he could tell the moment he saw that spark of a plan in her eyes. “But what can we do, right?”
Kate wordlessly slides into a booth, not bothering to glance up when a mug of coffee is set in front of her. Herman knows she doesn’t drink coffee—or, she didn’t before—but he figures it’s a sort of gesture of peace; he can’t imagine what she accepts as such out in the Wasteland. A white flag, maybe?
“Right.” She blinks, looking up from a cracked tile on the floor and noticing the coffee for the first time. Kate frowns in confusion, nodding to the cup. “I thought the vault’s supplies were—,”
“It’s from a powdered mix. I, um, keep ‘em in my pockets. Nothing fancy.” He shrugs, a bit sheepishly actually, and smiles upon her weak laugh. “You like coffee any better than you used to?”
She looks up into his eyes a bit amusedly at that little slip of information, mashing her lips together in thought before she takes a tentative sip of the mottled brown liquid.
Kate scrunches her face up and gives a heavy swallow. “Not particularly.”
They laugh, and even though Herman finds her much prettier with that familiar glow of merriment in her face, he still finds himself missing her gargantuan noises and her dazzling confidence. If only she were this grey three years ago—he would’ve never given her a second glance.
Missed Me 2b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 06:00 am (UTC)(link)He laughs stupidly, embarrassed by her strange emotions and making a show of it, but she doesn’t stop staring at him.
“After—… After everything I’ve done to you.” Her voice breaks and she presses her fist to her lips firmly, looking quickly away from him and back at the tiles on the floor. Herman watches, rendered frozen by the beautiful image of Kate trying not to cry. It is such a simple, common thing to see in a regular human being that he thinks it’s idiotic of him to find her so fascinating in the most human things she does. He hated her twenty-four hours ago, wanted her dead.
“You should’ve killed me.” She looks up fiercely, eyes shining with the threat of tears. “I would have killed me.”
Herman’s mouth bobs open with his inadequacy—he never knows how to console people—and he shakes his head earnestly, stupidly. “No, Katie, I would never—,”
“You have questions, Manny.” She dismisses him with a fussy flick of her hand whilst the other rubs at her eyebrow—Herman is once again lost in the previous tide of her quickly changing emotions and fumbles to keep up. “I do too. We should… get this over with.”
He narrows his gaze into hers, part of him longing to treat her similarly to how she once acted, to dance around questions and make her seethe and horrify herself with guilt.
He’s the same old Herman in the end, though. There was a reason Kate was able to enrapture the Gomez family so easily, and it wasn’t all necessarily due to her charms. Weakness was a constant nag in that apartment, especially when crushed and pressured by a force like—well, like Kate once was.
“About us, I guess?”
“Yes.” She answers, looking him steadily in the eye. “Have you told—?”
“Pepper. Only her.” He interrupts, unable to hold her gaze from the rush of the memories that suddenly plagued him. “She… had a hard time; thought that it was her fault, of course… She tried to ki—…” He feels a bit dizzy from that train of thought. “Well, she had a hard time, like I said.”
“I… see.” Kate nods slowly, exhaling and folding her legs underneath her. The faux-leather of the seat squeaks awkwardly. “What about you?”
Herman makes a face, something of a bitter frown, and searches her eyes for a moment before shrugging.
Missed Me 2c/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)“It was a joke—,”
“No, it wasn’t a joke, Kate!” He does look to her now, lets her see how much she’s tore at him, how the wounds that she left him with have festered and rotted to the root. It is Kate who struggles to keep his eyes now, and it spurs him. “You’ve ruined me, you’ve ruined my marriage, everything! You can’t just… you just…—”
“You ruined yourself!” In a split second she is there—almost. There is that burning, terrifying hate in her eyes, that juvenile burst of emotion that locks his heart in its grasp and makes him panic. Please, not this. Not her. “You could’ve walked away from me, end of fucking story. But you were weak-willed, Manny; you were with Ellen, you were with Pepper, and then you were with me!”
“Sure, that’s right, but you know what Kate?” His voice is seething through his teeth, firing her up that much more. “You had a moment—you must’ve—when you thought about what you were doing. Where you realized that I’m a father and a husband; where you knew that I would go along with you because I was… Because—”
He sighs at the sight of new tears spilling over her lids, his anger flickering weakly at the sight of her attempts to hide her shame in the biting of her lip, the hard and rapid blinks of her eyes, the restless tapping of her large boots on the seat beneath her.
Herman realizes that being upset with who this girl once was wouldn’t make him feel better about making this new human being cry. He didn’t know her now, didn’t know if she still laughed like a maniac, didn’t know if she was still as flirtatious as she once was, didn’t know if she still liked her steaks bloody—or even when the last time she had a good meal was. She’s a kid, even more so now than when she was 19. His anger could heal without causing her more pain—right? He had to believe that. He had to.
“Sorry, honey,” He whispers, swallowing a few times to fight back the sudden urge to cry. Too much of that today for him to add to it. “I just… I guess it’s strange to see you like this. Brings back some memories, is all.”
After some time of silence, Herman sees her glance briefly to him from the corner of his eye. “I did have that moment. You’re right.”
Missed Me 2d/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 06:03 am (UTC)(link)“Butch asked me to do it a while after the G.O.A.T. He always really knew the truth, you know, but he wanted to know for absolute certain.” She begins, and Herman prepares for the washes of strange hatred that come over him when thoughts of Butch come about. “He said he wanted me to get close to you through Freddie, because… well, because we always knew that Freddie liked me.”
Herman breathes deeply through his nose, anger rattling his chest harder than he was prepared for at the thought of Kate’s deception to his son. He clenches his fists to keep from lashing out at her once more.
“It was easy. I didn’t care if it hurt you or Freddie.” She admits, picking at her shoelaces. “It was for Butch… so, I just… did it.”
Something clicks, after all this time, and he is surprised he can keep his composure. Herman looks to her then, thankful that she doesn’t bother to meet his gaze. “You love Butch, don’t you?”
Kate’s head snaps to meet his eyes in alarm, her blue eyes practically blurring in their rapid observation of his expression. “No, I—…” Her denial, the flash of emotion in her eyes, is enough for Herman. He turns away, his own eyes blurring the slightest in outrage as she sighs lamely. “…No.”
“Unbelievable.” He hisses, mostly to himself, but he can still hear a hitch of a sob break her even breathing. “I don’t know how you still manage to shock me.”
She whispers something so quietly he cannot hear it.
“What?” He snaps, impatient and exhausted by the sight of her.
Kate sniffs loudly, wiping at her eyes with the heels of her palms before she looks into his eyes with a stunning sort of sincerity. “I’m sorry.”
Re: Missed Me 2d/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 06:54 am (UTC)(link)A!A
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(Anonymous) 2014-01-13 04:16 am (UTC)(link)Missed Me 3a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 05:31 am (UTC)(link)…She keeps calm.
She stares intensely at Amata, trying to burn away the resolution in her best friend’s eyes, but there is nothing for it. Amata swallows, a tear falling into the curve of her nostril and down over the arc of her lips, and she turns away to address her vault with a leader’s voice.
Kate stares steadily at the back of her best friend’s head and can easily walk herself through the steps of un-holstering her pistol and aiming it at that beautiful brown head. She would pull the trigger and the new Overseer would be splattered on the wall.
Never with Amata; not with Amata or… Dad.
She wouldn’t kill Amata.
Kate draws her pistol and, in a quick movement, shoots Alphonse Almodovar in the head. The old Overseer splatters all over the new and the rebels erupt in chaos.
Kate is at the door before they can reach her and she is locking the clinic before they can think to scream. After all this time, the key-codes are still on the tips of her fingers.
“This is it sweetcheeks!” Kate calls through the door, blinking at the blood that drips from her eyelashes. “My master plan!”
Amata screams at her through the door, begs Kate for the lives of their classmates and the rebels, all of whom punch and claw at the windows. Freddie is in there, pressing his hands against the glass and shouting Kate’s name repeatedly—it is lost in the cacophony of panic.
“Daddy for a daddy, Amata.” Kate plants a kiss on Amata’s image through the window. “Like eye for an eye, eh? It’s only fair.” She gives Amata one last smile before sprinting down the hall and out of sight.
She thinks quickly, knowing Butch to be nearby but not exactly where—he wasn’t in the clinic with the others, Kate had made absolutely sure that he wouldn’t be before-hand, just in case.
It doesn’t take long to find him, fortunately—he is attracted to the area by the faint sound of pounding that travels through the walls of the clinic and into the hall. He appears from around the corner, jogging with his Toothpick in hand. Such a good heart—kinder than Kate’s ever was.
He slides across the tiles in his haste, staring in wide-eyed puzzlement at the image of Kate stalking towards him.
“Kat! What’s—,” He sees the blood on her face and clothes, see’s that spark back in her eye and that God damn smile that freezes him in his tracks. “Katie, what’d you do?”
“Listen up, Butchie.” Kate barrels into him, all heat and frenzied breath as she presses his body back into the cold wall with her weight. He stiffens and bucks instinctually. Such a wild boy—Kate’s stronger, though, and holds him down. “I want you to leave the Vault right now—,”
“Fuck you, Katie, why should I? Huh?” He seethes, ceasing his struggles to stare down at her. She reeks of blood and sweat and like Kate-Kate, not Wasteland-Kate, not that little mouse that came scurrying in alongside Gomez. “Tell me what you did!”
“Shh… Shh… Hey, hey, hey! Don’t worry...” Kate whispers with a smile, his smile, and smoothes her fingertips affectionately down his cheek, runs her nails along his jaw-line like he’s breakable. She kisses his chin, inhales the smell of him, and nuzzles him with the affection she struggled to show when they first reunited. “I had to defend myself, didn’t I? That’s all it was, I promise.”
“Against who? What the hell are you talkin’ about, Kat?” He’s panting now, feeding off of her adrenaline and the beautiful, overwhelming feeling of having his girl back. She’s here, pushing him up against the halls again and heating him up like a furnace. “Where—… Where do you want me to go, huh? I don’t know shit about anything out there!”
She grins big and wild and licks at the red shine of her bloodied lips.
“Wait for me in Megaton, Butchie. I’ll be there soon.” Kate opens up, shows him the truth in her words, and he breathes out a shaky exhale at the intensity of her. God damn. “Promise? You’ll wait for me, hm? Promise me. Now, Butch.”
He barely has to think about it. “I promise, Kat.”
“Good boy.” Kate leans up and gives him the toe-curling kiss he’s been waiting for. She’s really back... “Keep going South-East. You can’t miss it.”
Missed Me 3b/?
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 05:36 am (UTC)(link)The screens before her buzz to life, crackling at the edges in poor quality, though it gets the job done well enough.
She checks on Amata and the gang: still trying to break the windows. So Amata doesn’t know the key-codes to the whole vault? Convenient. Lucky, more like—even luckier that poor Paulie wasn’t alive to spring them out.
It isn’t hard to lock the residents into their respective homes from here; they will only be in there for a moment, anyway. Security lockdowns usually only last for about two hours—plenty of time to prepare for the big show.
Kate watches Butch escape, just as she told him to, and he barely spares the vault another glance before he’s out of her viewing range—into the wasteland, Butchie. Perfect.
It’s only a few moments of isolating the intercom until Kate is privately addressing her partner in crime, her cherry on top. She watches his beautiful face turn up into the security camera behind him in alarm, can see the way he attempts to console his wife who beats on the doors in frenzied, wild panic.
Kate grins.
Missed Me 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 05:43 am (UTC)(link)Kate’s teasing lilt echoes in his apartment, clashing chaotically with Pepper’s frantic pleas—pleas with Herman to let her out, with God to calm her heart, for Freddie to be safe.
Herman tears at his hair as he stares up into the focused lens of the security camera, feeling light-headed as the piercing wails of his wife needle through his ears.
“Repeat: Herman Gomez, fat cock extraordinaire, report to the Reactor level for a chat!”
There is a mechanical click and a hiss as their apartment door opens, spilling Pepper into the empty hallway. Herman turns just in time to see Pepper fleeing, running through the halls, throwing herself bodily at the locked doors like a frightened animal.
“Pepper!” Herman yells after her. She’s gone, cowering somewhere at the end of the dark hall.
He doesn’t hesitate when the door beside him opens with an ominous creak of gears.
Herman follows the trail laid before him by Kate: doors unlocked magically and locked quickly behind him. He feels like a rat in her experiment, following the sound of her teasing commands, running down the tunnels that she pushes him through.
She must be in the Overseer’s office, has to be, and Herman wonders if there would be any way to reach her, to end this. How could he cheat her, though—he knows that she is watching him, can see the camera’s following his every move.
The next door that opens leads him into the Filter room, where Stanley’s dead body is sprawled across the floor.
“Draw your pistol, Officer!” Her delighted squeal sends his heart shuddering.
Herman whips around, heart aching from the panic, expecting her to be there with him. She isn’t, however—she’s still speaking to him through the intercom.
He does as he’s told while moving slowly over towards Stanley, looking around the room cautiously before crouching to examine the bullet-hole gouging a grotesque, leaking hole where his eye once was.
“God damn it…” Herman sighs, his pistol shaking audibly in his hands, and fights to calm his jumping heart. Jesus, I can barely breathe…
…
But then… he can’t really… think.
Herman let’s himself relax into a sitting position, not caring that Stanley’s blood soaks into his vault-suit, simply reveling in the strangely lulling throb in his brain, in the overwhelming light-headedness that makes his eyes roll back into his head.
“Hey Manny.” Her whisper is warm and moist in his ear, her lips hot against his cheekbone. “How’re you doin’?”
“I… I feel… ugh.” He lets his head loll back against her thin shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her hand ghosting over his groin. “Ah… I can’t really… concentrate…”
“I know, Mister, I know.” She makes her voice high and child-like, causing him to laugh a bit deliriously. “Why don’t you let me handcuff you to these bars, hm? That might make you feel better.”
“What? Oh… um…” Herman is dragged with some effort towards the railing that Kate speaks of. She is handcuffing him to it before he can answer. That’s...okay with him, actually. “Sure, Katie… I trust you.”
He smiles dreamily as she leans down to kiss him—truly kiss him, with hungry lips and a warm tongue—with her hands sliding up the arms that are bound above his head. Katie hasn’t kissed him in a long time, not like this… He’s missed it, missed… her.
Kate pulls away, steps over his sprawled legs and wanders past him and out of sight.
Missed Me 4b/4
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 05:52 am (UTC)(link)“Katie?” He whines, blinking at the bright light that blossoms in his eyes. He blinks again, harder, and looks down at his unzipped jumpsuit. How…?
Herman tries to sit up, yanking painfully at the handcuffs that bind his wrists. He is suddenly painfully aware of everything around him—despite the horrid, piercing ringing in his ears. “Kate!”
“Boy do I love that toy! It’s mesmerizing, isn’t it?” She is standing beside him, the suddenness of the realization making him gasp in fright at the sight of her. “Never fails me, Manny, I’ll tell you that much.”
“Wh—…what?” How did she handcuff him? What… what toy? “What’d you do to me?”
Kate tsks under her breath before she moves to stand with each leg on either side of his hips, lowering herself until she is pressed flush against his groin. She frowns, looks down to where she is pressed tightly against his hips, and looks up into his largely dilated eyes.
“What? Getting a limper dick with the older you get?” She begins to rock down into him slowly and patiently, and though she is hot against him and her thighs are powerful around his hips, he begins to feel nauseous and itchy with panic. “Or is that my toy fucking with your reaction time?”
He knows what she will do to him, knows that she will force this upon him and that he cannot fight back—not with the strange, tingly dead weight in the back of his skull and his bound hands that begin to grow numb.
“I thought… I thought you were different.” He presses his eyes closed tight and swallows heavily as she begins to pant above him, begins to grind herself earnestly down onto his pathetic, unwanted erection. He does not want this.
He does not want this.
“Oh please,” She whispers, pausing momentarily—mercifully—in her writhing to lean down over him, pressing kisses along his neck. Her voice rings out in a sing-song taunt. “You missed me. Missed this.”
He bucks suddenly, violently, and brings one knee up in a jarring kick to her spine. This jolts her body forward, her breast-bone knocking hard into his nose and sending his head banging loudly against the metal barring behind him.
“Ow, fuck!” She growls through gnashed teeth, arching her back in an experimental stretch and wincing as she does so. Is that pain behind that grimace? Or surprise? He doubts she truly feels either, so heartless and disgusting she is.
In a flash of hands too fast for him to comprehend, Kate’s choking him, squeezing his throat so strongly that he can hear little crackling pops in his eyes and temples.
She leans down over him to whisper in his ear once more, voice disturbingly child-like. “You pull that again and I’ll break your legs, Mister.”
Herman feels as if his eyes will pop out of his skull from the intense power with which she strangles him, his fingers writhing and clawing at mid-air above his head as he nods—barely manages to, really.
In the time that it takes for Herman to nearly lose consciousness—her strength holding his head down to the ground, cheekbone grating into the metal floor—Kate has his penis out of his jumpsuit and her own baggy, ragged pants pushed down over her hips.
“Only a semi for me, Manny?” She pouts as she lightens her grip around his neck, allowing him a gasp of air. “I thought you liked little girls like me, hm?”
Tears fall from Herman’s eyes, but he doesn’t think Kate notices—or, at least, she must assume it’s from the pain. Kate doesn’t deserve to know that he cries for her, cries over what she has done to him—what he got himself into in a moment of weakness years ago.
Missed Me 4c/4
(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 06:01 am (UTC)(link)He realizes, upon the feel of her around him once again, that she must be aroused by this—by the pain and terror she has incited in him. With the next gasp of breath she allows him he only manages to choke out a sob of horror.
Kate begins to let out little sounds, the sounds he used to love—used to covet in the privacy of his mind; he manages to catch a small whisper of ‘you missed me’ as she leans down to bite at his jugular. Though it is hissed against his skin like a childish accusation—something he was not meant to hear.
“Missed me! MISSED ME!” She suddenly screams in his face, livid and shaking with the intensity of the hate in her eyes. She releases his throat finally, watching him gasp and choke greedily on the air that rushes through his lungs. She leans down to snarl disgustedly in his ear. “This serves you right—for fucking little girls…”
Herman can’t control his breathing, can’t calm down enough for the overwhelming, buzzing light-headedness to pass safely; he is spiraling into some sort of attack, he knows—maybe even a heart attack—but he cannot calm down! She is screaming and screaming at him, slapping and scratching at his face with all the anger she’s hidden from him since returning.
Is this because of Butch? Or maybe her father’s death? She cannot hate Herman so deeply that she would do this—can she?
His ejaculation springs up upon the both of them with no warning, though it is not something to be enjoyed or to derive a guilty euphoria from—it is something shriveled and defeated, something that sucks the life from his muscles and the lights from his eyes. He did not want it, he did not.
God, I didn’t want this.
Kate pauses as her weak, monotonous orgasm flushes through her womb, disappointing after all the effort she had put into it—though the thickness of Manny still inside her manages to give her hips a cheap shiver. Her muscles begin to burn from her previous fervor.
Her limbs wilt as she settles; the sick, rotting fury in her chest begins to cool back down to an aching simmer. She leans down to catch her breath against Herman’s slow rising chest—he is out cold, she knows, but that doesn’t sting with dissatisfaction as much as she thought it would.
Kate’s taken what she deserved rightfully, and he won’t live to mourn over his loss, so she doesn’t require anything more from him.
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(Anonymous) 2014-12-15 06:09 am (UTC)(link)Just in time, too, for a heated, crackling explosion bursts to her right. A bit of metal splinters from a burst pipe and catches raggedly on her arm—despite her dodge.
In a moment of something pesky and dangerous—perhaps sentimentality? Pity?—Kate pauses in her escape, grimacing against the blinding light of the next explosion that collapses the chamber beside the filter room. She looks down to Herman, mouth lying charmingly slack and his face, marred by her fingernails, facing up towards the weakening fluorescents.
She smiles down at him, kicking her boot at Herman’s limp right leg—the material of which has darkened to a deep, bloody maroon, maybe from a bit of metal that she dodged. Not fatal, she could tell from where she stood. He still has a chance.
It was a quick, thoughtless thing to unlock the cuffs around Manny’s wrists, even as the vital organs of the Vault—her Vault—began to fail and die around her in bursts of sparks and shrill keens of collapsing metal foundations.
It was silly, too. Herman Gomez would die here: he wouldn’t leave his family to perish, no matter what the direness of the situation.
Didn’t matter now. Kate would survive this, but the Vault? They would not.
So Kate did not spare him a last, final glance as she turned from her Vault and fled in the wake of its destruction. She let Manny die there, let Amata and Freddie die there—Ellen, too.
She did not look back for them, either.
It was done.
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Wow so I'm a twat. I had written the ending for this story quite some time ago, but neglected to post it. So for that, to those of you who read this story loyally and were disappointed, I'm very sorry. Here is the last of it, though not necessarily the last of Kate. Thank you for the support and feedback, this ultra-flaky A!A is unworthy and grateful.
P.S. Also a big shout-out to Fiona Apple's Criminal for inspiring the first installment, and The Dresden Dolls' Missed Me for inspiring this downer of a sequel.
Re: Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)this has to be one of the best fills i've ever read and i'm surprised no one commented on that grand finale
your characters feel so alive and original, i just need to read more fics with kate right now
also thank you for introducing me to that great song from the dresden dolls!
Re: Missed Me 4d/4 (end)
(Anonymous) - 2015-06-23 06:31 (UTC) - Expand