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El lenguaje del Tango
(Anonymous) 2012-04-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)F! LW-- Wait, no...F! OC of spanish decent finds some holotapes containing tango, and decides to teach stiff ol' Charon the sensual, intimate language of tango.
Re: El lenguaje del Tango
(Anonymous) 2012-04-30 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: El Lenguaje Del Tango
(Anonymous) 2012-06-08 04:40 am (UTC)(link)“Mistress Sevana, please do not make me do this.” Charon grumbled, the stunningly beautiful woman flicking on a switch in her hotel room within the heart of New Vegas. An old Spanish tune, a slow sensual noise, rented the room on repeat.
“Come on, Charon, it will be fun! I found these while out in that old shack a few miles from here. Must’ve belonged to some repair man with good musical tastes.” She flipped her long onyx waves over one shoulder, tan leg jutting from the peek-a-boo dress. A rose made of a few old playing cards jutted from the left breast of her black dress. She took his town hands within hers, placing a soft kiss upon his knuckles.
“This is out final night before you’re sent to D.C. For me, Mi amor?”
“Why am I being sent there, Mistress Sevana?” He looked down into her milk chocolate eyes, her red painted lips forming into a tight frown.
“Shh,” She covered his lips with a pair of fingers “, just dance with me. Okay?” Charon agreed, unable to deny his mistress of anything. She placed his right hand on her hip, left in her own.
“Okay, walk like this and drag,” Sevana rolled her ‘r’s with an elegance no one in New Vegas could match “, then stop. And push your chest against mine. Very good, Charon! Very good!” He wallowed in her praising voice, the urge to dance well growing within him to hear his own name with that perfectly rolled ‘r’ once more.
“You see, mi amor, this tango… is an artform. It’s more beautiful than the finest painting, sexier than a perfectly tailored dress.” Sevana had moved his hand from her waist to her back, chest touching in a tight embrace. The leg free of material, thanks to her dress, came up and wrapped around his waist. He lifted and turned a one-eighty, placing her back down.
“How perfect, Charon. You see, you know how to do this. It’s in everyone’s blood. You just need to… let go. Now, dip me far. I know you won’t drop me, Mi amor.” Charon leaned, dipping his Mistress so her the tips of her toes barely touched the ground. Her hand caressed his face, foreheads touching for a brief moment. He came back up, Sevana taking the wheel, tearing herself form the warmth of his body and spinning with the support of his grip on her hand. She span back in, pulling his hands and arms around her, engulfing his Mistress in his warmth. She took Charon’s hands, running them up her body before turning and performing the walking drag step once more.
“Do you want to dance more, Charon?”
“Your wish is my-“
“No… Mi amor,” she took his face into her hands “, tell me what you want.” Her voice was filled with seduction almost as thick as the tango offered. In response, Charon gently twirled his Mistress, tightly pulling her to his body.
“That’s my chico guapo.”
Re: El Lenguaje Del Tango
(Anonymous) 2012-07-16 02:35 am (UTC)(link)