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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

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Re: Vroom, Vroom 2/3

(Anonymous) 2012-06-06 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
They practically fly across the Wasteland at the speed he's going. He takes the turns too quickly, skids the tires to make her squeal. Blair clutches onto his shoulder and the open window next to her as they go, grinning like a maniac and enjoying the adrenaline rush. Hills and withered trees are indistinct blurs as they drive past.

Inspired by Butch's reckless driving and her heart's pounding, Blair grips the top of the windshield, pulling herself into the air and raising her arms. Butch gets a little nervous because he wraps one arm around her waist, flicking from her face to the obstacles in front of him with a grin.

They eventually pull up in front of the RobCo factory, and Butch drifts the car with an amazing dexterity that sends a strange wave of heat to the apex of her legs. He slams his hands down on the wheel, shouting with excited triumph, and turns his head to Blair expectantly. She flashes him a meaningful smirk.

Butch blinks at her, eyes blank and confused for a second, before groaning. "Seriously? You are so goddamn needy, woman."

Blair reaches over to the stick, parking the car before climbing into Butch's lap. His hands immediately float up to her waist and he begins drawing slow circles with his thumbs until Blair has enough. She presses closer, melting into the contours of his body in the seat, and catches him in a rough kiss.

It doesn't take long before they're both out of breath. Blair whimpers when he skates his fingers up the back of her shirt, fingering the catch of her bra excitedly. He tilts his head into the kiss, and she nods her approval, rocking her hips into his as she raises her arms so her tank top can be removed. Butch kisses the vulnerable, thin skin of her upper arms, nipping and sucking while lifting her shirt up.

She's tired of foreplay suddenly, lust fueled by the throbbing heat pressed against her hip and the things he's doing with his tongue, fuck. She arches away from his mouth and pinches at the fabric of his undershirt, having already unzipped the Vault jumpsuit. "Off." she commands, and Butch releases her nipple with a deliciously wet pop, grinning lazily at her when she lets out a garbled mewl. He complies though, tugging his shirt off by the collar. Blair sinks lower into his form, rocking insistently and letting him know that she's not going to play the patience game this time.

Butch shrugs and reaches down to the side of the seat. Blair suddenly flies forward, hair whipping into her face. She lands on top of her boyfriend at an incline. She scoots back on his thighs, using the strong muscles of her upper legs to hold herself upright. She pulls him our of his boxers, stroking lightly and watching his face. Butch bucks against her, sending her into the air, and wraps his arms around her back, pulling her flush against his chest and nipping at her ear.

Re: Vroom, Vroom 3/3

(Anonymous) 2012-06-06 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She wiggles out of his grip only to lower herself onto him, digging her short fingernails into his shoulders as she eases them together. "Christ, Blair!" he suddenly splutters, and she has to bite back a legitimate scream when he begins snapping his hips up, burying himself deeper with each jerk. Blair pants, pressing kisses into his neck as she bounces against him. The mix of dust and grit and the noises he's making bring her to the edge almost immediately.

Suddenly his biceps squeeze tight against her, trapping her against his chest as he flips them. Blair's sweaty back presses into the seat and she arches when he slips back in. Butch surprises her by threading their fingers together and pulling her arms up, trapping them above her head. Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens when he lifts his gaze up to hers, piercing blue irises darkened with lust. He holds her arms there, wrenching his hips back and then forward, pounding her into the seat.

Blair loses it in no time, crying out and shuddering as her climax rolls through, digging her heels into his back and jerking wildly. Butch reaches down and grabs her hip, gripping her thigh as closer as possible when he finishes. The slack grip on her wrists allows her to slip her hand from his, reaching up to stroke his cheek as he came. Butch slumps against her, curling around her uselessly and tucking his head into her shoulder as he catches his breath. Blair runs her hand through his dark hair, down his back, across his shoulders, content.

"B." he mutters, mouth slack against her collarbone.

"Hmm?"

"I fuckin' love driving." he breathes, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her on top of him. Blair smirks and presses a quick kiss to his cheeks before reaching for her tank top.

Re: Vroom, Vroom 3/3

(Anonymous) 2013-10-23 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
freaking amazing. and oh so hot too :)
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