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Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 4/6

(Anonymous) 2013-08-18 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
While he sat next to her on her roll-out, she wouldn't look at him. She had lent in, caught herself, and was now fishing in her bad for something. Probably another beer to calm her nerves. The old vaquero smiled knowingly. He'd been torturing her during their time together. He'd teased her through his jokes and let his hands wander when he touched her. He'd turn her face to him when he'd talk and told her the creative, dirty things he'd like to do to her, in Spanish, when she'd try to shoot. He would stop or leave her once he got a rise or a reaction. He would flirt, but he would not let her flirt with him. Raul didn't treat her this way for vengeance, but he was slowly goading his way to her breaking point. It had become obvious there was still some interest on her part early on. He had to know how serious it was, or if it wasn't, he had to make it serious.

The fact that he was a ghoul and she wasn't never left the back of his mind. When she got a look at the ragged thin skin and naked muscle under his clothes would she still want him then? Would she "make do", bite back her disgust and bare it or would she change her mind completely and leave him? He didn't want that, he didn't want any of it. His plan was to make her fight for it or give up trying. A challenge from a complicated man to a complicated woman, and he got the feeling she had caught on.

Raul set a hand on the small of her hunched over back as she dug through her bag. Her shoulders jumped slightly at the contact, but she didn't stop or question, having long since learned the first rule of the game. He raked his nails over her leather armor, feeling her twitch when they dug under the straps. Slowly, she moved and his hand hovered off her back, in warning. Lynn tucked her knees under her, bending over for the extra leverage to pretend she still needed to look for whatever in her bag. She was pushing it, but Raul appreciated the boldness. His gnarled hand fell back on her, rubbing circles in her back. He couldn't resist the way the leather stretched over her ass for long. He kneaded the lower muscles of her back until he reached her bottom. His hand drifted from one cheek to the other and then he held that beautiful ass in the palm of his hand. He felt the stir in his loins and his grip tightened, groping and kneading her flesh through the leather. She pressed into his touch, a noise escaping her throat. Her eyes widened, realizing her mistake and Raul worked to keep his expression unreadable.

He let go of her. Lynn stared at him, shock giving way to frustration, frustration giving way to anger. He'd been seeing that a lot more lately. "Hermosa," he said softly as she glared at him. She really was when she was mad. The way her dark eyes conflicted with her sun bleached hair, it was an unusual combination. She was angry because it had been three days since he last touched her, and he knew she knew he wouldn't try again tonight. He'd leave them both cold. Raul moved to stand, but she grabbed his arm.

"No," she said, but it hadn't been the first time she'd said and done that. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hand to pull it off him, but she fisted his bandana and pulled him back down. She slapped him across the face. Before he could even register the sting, she crashed her lips into his. Finally, Dios, finally, she'd had enough.

She was far from gentle. She bit his tongue and his ruined lips. Her nails dug into his face and neck. It was his own fault, it was what he'd been working towards. Raul wanted the fight, he craved this expression of his own suppressed struggle. Her frustration was his frustration. He grabbed her shoulders and tore her away from him. She grabbed the sombrero off his head as she parted. He noticed just in time that her hand was going for his knife and he quickly grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back. She was joking, had to be. With that vindictive look in her eye though, he wasn't going to take any chances. He pried his hat from her fingers and tossed it past the campfire. She smiled at him, trying to hold back laughter.
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