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Waking -- Butch/FLW 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Alright, alright, girly,” Butch says flatly, lips quirking up at one corner as Amy lets out a snort of laughter and nearly falls backwards off her bar stool, “I think it's time the Butch-man took you home. C'mon, get up.” He hauls the woman bodily out of her seat, wraps an arm around her waist to support her. “Let's get you home, boozy.”

Butch is amused – he always figured that Amelia, little Amelia Sharpe, doctor's daughter and goody-goody extraordinaire, would be completely against drinking anything aside from Nuka-Cola, and seeing her rapidly approaching plastered (hell, he'd give her ten minutes before she was drunk enough that she wasn't actually making sense any more) was giving him a bit more satisfaction than it should have. Halfway back to Amy's house, Butch gave up and hauled the dark-haired female over his shoulder, ignoring her slurred protests until he set her down just in front of the door.

“After you,” he drawled sarcastically, snickering when the girl glared down at the handle as though it should have just flown open because she was there.

She doesn't make it far – ends up flopping down on the large, heart-shaped bed that's dead center in the lower floor of the house. He watches her as she giggles, rolling onto her back and spreading her arms wide over the bed for a few moments; he can't lie, this may be Amy he's talking about, but the wasteland's done her good. She may not be quite as curvy as she was in the vault, but she's all sinewy muscle under that adventurer armor she's wearing, and he's pretty sure her tits are more than a good handful. As he tugs the door shut, it goes silent, and he spins around to find Amy perched on the edge of the bed, watching him. There's something in her eyes, and he's never seen it with her before – she looks predatory, and it's getting him all sorts of hot under the collar.

“Butch,” Amy practically purrs his name, beckons him closer, delights in the fact that Butch – full of bravado Butch – looks simultaneously nervous and like he's just won the best prize in world. “Come here.” When he finally came to sit beside her, she gave him a sly grin and pushed him back slightly, giving her room to move and straddle his lap. She ducks her head, presses a kiss against the strong line of his jaw, breathes his name into his ear. Another shift fits her hips more tightly against his and she gives them an experimental roll, chuckling when when Butch lets out a moan that he's probably only half-aware of and grips her hips tightly.

With a chuckle, she drops her head lower, kisses down his neck and bites down gently where his neck and shoulder join. She can feel him grow harder under her as she soothes the bite with her tongue.

Waking -- Butch/FLW 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Goddamn, Amy,” Butch groans out, slipping his hands from her hips to grip her ass and force her hips more tightly against his own. She fits against him and she's so warm, and well, Butch would be lying if he said that he wasn't going to take full advantage of this situation (and if that made him an asshole, then so be it). He wraps an arm around her then, moves to pin her beneath him. He can't fight the shudder that rolls through him, seeing her spread out beneath him – and that's with her still clothed. As he works the fastenings on her vest so that he can get at her shirt, he nips at her neck, brushing his lips over each bite gently. She wriggles beneath him, hooks one leg up around his hip, makes it hard to concentrate on getting that vest undone, and he keeps slipping his hand down to run it over her stomach.

Amy lets out a frustrated noise, works a hand between them to undo her vest. “Move,” she mumbles, pushing lightly at his shoulders, “and help me get this shirt off.” Butch is only too happy to oblige, sliding his hands over her sides, pushes the shirt up over her head and kisses each bit of skin as it's revealed, revels in the fact that she wore no bra beneath the top that day as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. “Fuck.” She arches up against him, threads a hand through his hair (and, fuck, is she ever thankful that he's got no more of that nasty pomade shit he used in the vault). “Just want--” Her words are cut short when Butch bites down on her nipple, words turning into something between a protest and a low moan. “Oh, fuck.”

She practically kicks him off of her in her attempt to get her pants off, and once those pants are gone, he can't help staring. So much skin, all golden and don't think he doesn't spend a good few seconds imagining her sunbathing some place, skin glistening in the sun. A tug at the front of his jeans brings him back, and man, is he ever glad about that – Amy's undoing the button on his jeans, pushing them over his hips, her lips tracing a blazing trail over his skin as she does so.

When they're both finally naked, he sees that predatory look in her eye again, but he still doesn't expect it when she stands and pulls him down to kiss him hard on the mouth, and he expects it even less when she sneaks a hand between them to give him a few long, firm strokes. When he moans into her mouth, it's like it was the cue she was waiting for; she turns them, carefully, and nudges him back until his legs hit the bed and he's forced to sit. She nudges his legs apart, stands between them, drops a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Her runs his hands up her legs, over the curve of her ass, stops to grip her hips for just a moment before he lets one hand continue its path between her legs. Above him, as he slips a single finger into her and marvels at the wetness he finds there, Amy lets out a moan.

Waking -- Butch/FLW 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

He can practically feel her gaze zero in hot on his mouth when he pulls his finger out of her and licks it clean.

That's when Amy decides she's had enough of waiting. She braces her hands on Butch's shoulders, moves to let her legs bracket his hips and sinks down on him in one fluid motion, head dropping back, jaw slack. She gives a few experimental shifts of her hips, rolls them and arches her back and cries out. The sensation of being filled is nearly overwhelming, and there's a moment before she manages to set a rhythm where she's not sure if she'll actually last, she's so full. The pace she sets is fast and hard, and, oh god, she doesn't think she's ever felt anything this good. When at last her movements begin to grow erratic, Butch keeps moving, gripping her hips to guide her, and she sneaks a hand between them to rub at her clit. She comes with a long moan, and Butch topples over the edge not long after watching her come undone.

Re: Waking -- Butch/FLW 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

You have a really nice fluid style of writing. I never find Butch sexy but that's Butch's fault, not yours! It's a great sex scene.