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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Scorpion Honey, 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 01:59 am (UTC)(link)“Relax,” she said. “It’s going to be okay.”
Moore didn’t really believe her, and she fought Cass as she struggled to undress her, the memory of the men in the alley fresh in her addled mind.
“I’m trying to help you, you horse’s ass,” Cass snarled as she yanked the ruined dress over Moore’s head, leaving her naked, except for her filthy slip.
Moore bit her hand.
“Bitch!”
“I don’t need your help,” Moore snapped. She tried to sit up, but the bed bucked and heaved under her. She swayed, and Cass caught her under the arms and forced her back down onto the bed.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
The ferocity of Moore’s glare was dampened by her compromised position. “I need a doctor,” she said in the haughtiest voice she could manage.
“You want the Followers?”
Her lip curled in disgust. “No,” spat Moore, “They’re socialists.”
Cass gave her a long, hard look, something between incredulity and amusement. “They’re the only real doctors we got. This is Freeside, not Dayglow.” She let go of Moore and sat up straight in her chair. “I can inject a stim without giving you tetanus, or I can go get the socialists at the Fort. Your call.”
Moore scowled at her, but this time, she didn’t resist when Cass took her and turned it over in her gentle, calloused hands. She examined the laceration in the dirty grey light falling from the cracked overhead fixture, her expression unreadable. She probed the cut with a single, taper-thin finger. Moore licked her dry lips and tried not to wince.
“’S not as bad as it looks. It’s shallow, and they didn’t hit any big veins.” Cass paused academically. “You’d be dead if they had.”
Moore fixed her with her best withering stare and thanked her for her expertise.
Scorpion Honey, 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 01:59 am (UTC)(link)“What’s that?”
“Whiskey.” She wet the rag and reached for Moore’s arm again. “I gotta sterilize that cut.”
Moore pulled her arm out of Cass’ hold, cradling it protectively against her chest. “I thought you were using a stim.”
“I said I’d do it without giving you tetanus. Now are you gonna hold still, or do I need to get FISTO to play nurse?” Moore decided not to ask what a ‘Fisto’ was, and she let Cass take her arm again. Cass smirked. “This is gonna hurt.”
It did, but Moore didn’t let herself whimper. Even drunk and bleeding in a dingy hotel room, she had her pride. Her eyes watered and she bit her lip bloody, but she didn’t make a sound.
Cass was impressed. “Last person I did that to screamed like a little bitch.” Cass took a swig straight from the whiskey bottle.
“You do this often?” Adrenaline and pain had cleared Moore’s mind, but the hazy effects of the alcohol were creeping back in.
“Only for people I like,” said Cass cheerily. She traded the bottle for a dirty leather bag, and began digging through it in search of a stimpak.
Moore watched silently as Cass found the stim and injected it just above the cut. The heady rush of the drug made Moore lean back against the headboard as the redhead dropped the spent needle on the ground and wrapped the wound with a yard of dirty linen bandages.
“These things don’t work as well if you’ve got booze in your system,” Cass said, reaching again for the bottle on the bedside table. “That’ll probably leave a scar.” The Colonel nodded, not really comprehending, just watching Cass’s lips as they wrapped around the neck of the bottle and took another long swallow.
Cass was pretty, Moore decided, in an abstract, masculine way. She was on the verge of saying so when the redhead set the bottle on the table and reached again for her leather bag. “By the way, you left your purse at the bar.”
She tossed the bag at Moore, and she made a wild grab for it. It slipped between her fingers and landed on the floor, its contents rolling in all directions. She swore and started to reach for it, but Cass planted a single hand on her shoulder and held her down.
“Stop moving. You’re gonna open that cut back up, and I don’t have any more clean bandages.”
Moore looked dubiously at the stained mass of grayish linen wound around her upper arm. “Were those ever clean?”
“Clean enough,” she said. “Are you going to stop tryin’ to sit up?”
Moore nodded, but Cass’ hand stayed resolutely on her shoulder. “I don’t believe you.”
“Let me prove it,” said Moore through clenched teeth.
“You’re not going to bite me again, are you?”
“I might.”
Scorpion Honey, 4c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 02:00 am (UTC)(link)They looked at one another a moment longer, and Cass nodded, as though imparting her approval. “Yup,” she said, “You are definitely something else. You hungry?”
Moore had a handful of stale, shelled peanuts in the Gomorrah bar that afternoon, but nothing substantial since that morning’s breakfast. It was past midnight, and she would have eaten a radscorpion raw if Cass offered it.
She settled back against the headboard. “A little,” she admitted.
“I’ll go get something downstairs, then. I’ll warn you: James and Francine Garret ain’t known for their cooking. They buy rat from the kids in the streets, and don’t even try to wash the taste out of your mouth. The water here’s worse than the food and about as clean as the bathrooms. But the meat’s hot and the liquor’s cold, and it’s better than whatever the hell the street vendors are selling. I found a human tooth in my sandwich one time, hand to God.”
The door didn’t close all the way when Cass left, and the sounds of the bar on the lower floor drifted up to Moore as she settled back against the headboard. Her eyes slipped shut, but the pain in her head and her arm and the noise from the bar kept her from sleep.
Cass was back a few minutes later with a plate of something that smelled like burnt asshole and looked worse. But Moore was hungry enough to eat it, even when she turned up a long strand of hair and a chunk of something grey and unidentifiable. It tasted like foot, and she had a quiet suspicion that it may have contained testicles, but she managed to clean her plate just the same.
Re: Scorpion Honey, 4c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 06:22 am (UTC)(link)I lol'd, author!anon. I lol'd a lot.
It's interesting so far. I hope you keep going with it!
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-05-06 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)I feel like the readers of my other, actually popular fic all just twitched involuntarily and they don't know why.