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Silver Tongue [1a/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 07:29 am (UTC)(link)summary: The LW is accustomed to using her feminine wiles to get her way. Cue sexy lingerie and aroused Charon.
One-oh-One had hung her jacket on the coat-rack by the door, and left her boots on the mat. Charon always forgot to take his boots off inside.
“I'm getting really worried about Gob,” she muttered, staring off into the kitchen after finishing off the last bite of jerky she'd been gnawing on as they returned home. “Did you see how swollen his eye was this time? That bastard Moriarty ought to be run out of the town.”
Charon shrugged. “Lots of 'ought's in this world,” was all he said, before unbuckling his holster and armor and hanging it beside her coat.
The house she had claimed for her own was not far from Megaton. Charon had not been happy, preferring the setup in Megaton for the city walls. One-oh-One was set on the house. She liked the privacy, and the quiet nature of the place. It was even pretty clean after a handful of days spent scrubbing the hell out of floors and furniture with Abraxo and dirty water.
It was nice, he thought after a time, to come home to a place that smelled clean, and not like damp mold or dust.
The fridge was stocked with beer, water and food. The furniture was comfortable, the beds covered in clean, near-intact sheets, and the bookshelves were slowly accumulating more knick-knacks each time they returned. All in all, the vault girl had done everything she could to make this place into that which it might have been before the war. It was, as much as it could be, a stage where she could craft and arrange her tiny slice of the world into whatever she wanted it to be.
The girl had odd skills – something he had long since become accustomed to. She had an acute eye for detail, picking out tiny objects half-lost in rubble or noticing hidden passageways. Because of this, she had picked up wasteland tracking and predicting the weather easily. One-oh-One could worm and weasel her way out of just about anything using carefully selected words and practiced expressions. It was with great reluctance that she ever fired a weapon. Sometimes she still flinched at the sound of nearby gunfire, and shivered for some time after.
The ghoul stretched his shoulders and made for the kitchen. One-oh-One sat on the arm of the sofa, watching him open and close cabinets, deciding what he was in the mood for.
“I think I'll need your help,” she said. “Maybe you can convince him to let the poor guy loose or something.”
Charon shook his head. “I'm here for combat,” he said, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. It had been a long day, and he was ready to settle in for the evening. Charon laid on the sofa, propping his feet on the coffee table. The girl stared at him for a moment, and he looked back up at her, waiting to see if she would speak.
“I thought you were obliged to help me,” she said after a time.
The ghoul gave a derisive laugh. “I'm not an errand boy.”
One-oh-One pursed her lips, then sighed. “I suppose if I want something done proper, I'll have to use my own wiles.” She stood and headed for the stairs.
Charon twisted off the cap on the beer. “You're not going tonight, are you?”
The girl looked over the railing at him. “Don't worry, I can handle going alone. I'd rather get it out of the way, otherwise it'll just eat up my mind.”
Silver Tongue [1b/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 07:47 am (UTC)(link)“Are you still wearing your boots?” One-oh-One called when he came up the stairs with heavy footfalls. “Could you take them off, please?”
“Where are you?” Charon asked when he didn't find her in her bedroom.
“The bathroom.”
The ghoul sat on her bed and unlaced his boots. “Thought you were gonna head out to Megaton tonight.” He tossed his boots in front of her cabinet dresser.
“I am,” she said. “Just getting ready.”
“You decent?”
“Yeah. Come in, Charon.” He stood and leaned in the doorway to her adjoining bathroom.
Her hair was in rollers, body cloaked in a tattered robe, and she patted powder over her cheeks.
“What're you getting gussied up for?”
The vault girl looked at him through the cracked mirror. “Well you wouldn't go, so I'm going to speak to Jericho about it.”
He took a sip from the beer in his hand, thinking. “Like that?”
“How else does a lady get her way?” As she pulled her hair from the curlers, Charon noticed the dirt had been dug from underneath her fingernails.
The ghoul snorted, and retreated to his own bedroom to change out of his leathers.
He thought on the situation for some time, thinking over what she'd said, and the makeup on her face. It was his employer's prerogative how she wanted to handle certain situations, and he knew she abhorred having to personally resort to violence, but it wasn't a side of her that he was familiar with. He'd seen far more dirt on her face than cosmetics.
Once Charon had traded his leather for a simple pair of trousers and a teeshirt, he returned to One-oh-One's room, intent upon questioning the feasibility of her plans.
He turned the corner to her bathroom. “Are you r – ”
One-oh-One had her skirt gathered around her waist, and was hooking a set of hose into her garter belt suspenders. The seam ran from her heel, all the way up to her pale thighs, and the satin panties let peek the rounded edge of her behind where it met her leg. The back of the dress itself was still unzipped, and hung open, baring a snug, matching bustier. She dropped the skirt.
“What?”
Charon cleared his throat. “Are you really going to go through with this?” he asked quietly.
“I expect so.” The vault girl narrowed her eyes at the ghoul, but relaxed her gaze once more. Perhaps it was the cherry-red lipstick that he wasn't quite used to, but it seemed as if the corners of her mouth grew ever so slightly taunt, and her eyes, highlighted with dark brown liner, seemed to darken. “Do you think he'll like it?” she asked, turning to face him.
Charon took a gulp from his beer, licking an errant droplet from his bottom lip. “Probably.”
One-oh-One slipped her feet into the heels that had been standing at the ready next to the sink. Her cheeks were a rosy red from rouge, but it looked like a flush from the heat of battle. “Silly question, I suppose,” she said, then let the dress slide down her arms and hit the floor with a soft rumple. “Do you think it all looks right?”
Re: Silver Tongue [1c/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 07:55 am (UTC)(link)She gave an exaggerated sigh, then leaned back against the sink, her arms resting behind her and chest pushed out. “I guess not, since you'll hardly look.” There was no edge on her voice, so carefully softened. It was not her day-to-day tone. Her eyes traveled down to Charon's clenched fist, and he relaxed it immediately. The girl glanced back up at him, expression betraying nothing.
“No, it's nice,” he said. “Really. Stockings are a nice touch.”
“Hmm.” She cast her eyes wistfully into the mirror. “Come here a moment.”
The ghoul took a reluctant few steps forward. He could smell clearly the powdery musk of her makeup, soap, and a subtle bite of perfume.
One-oh-One pushed herself up so she was seated on the edge of the sink, just a little bit closer to eye height with her companion. Her eyes glanced down briefly but it was so quick he couldn't guess what she was looking at. She pulled her hair over to one side of her shoulder, exposing her neck. “And the perfume?”
Charon nodded. “I can smell it from here.”
The vault girl looked up at him through her eyelashes. “But how does it smell up close?”
The ghoul leaned in and inhaled. “Just fine.”
One-oh-One turned her head ever so slightly and, in a whisper, asked. “You promise?” He could feel her breath on his neck.
“Yeah.” Charon straightened. The girl smirked, but before he had a chance to wonder what about, she had slid her hand over the front of his trousers to feel the erection underneath. He sucked in a breath at the brief contact.
“Just had to check that you weren't simply being polite.” Charon narrowed his eyes at his employer and her cocky smile. After a moment, the vault girl placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Well, I ought to be getting ready then.” She scooped up her dress and exited to the bedroom to check herself in the larger bureau mirror. As she walked, the muscles in her thighs flexed and her hips swayed unlike any way she walked in her wasteland armors.
Charon stood in the bathroom doorway, watching.
The girl admired herself in the mirror for a moment, before looking back. “What are you doing?”
“Just watching.”
“You look like you want to do more than just watch.”
Charon sipped his beer. “Do I?”
One-oh-One smiled. “Felt like it too.”
The ghoul gave her a hard stare. “I know what you're playing at.”
“Do you?”
“It's not going to work.”
“I'm certain I don't know what you're talking about,” she said, the innocent tone unconvincing. One-oh-One sat on the bed and crossed her legs slowly. “From what I felt, I would have thought you'd enjoy me like this. I know it must be hard to even tell most of the time out there, but believe it or not, I do understand how to act like a lady.”
He wouldn't have believed it had it not been right in front of him. Charon had seen her crouched by a fire to cook a wasteland dinner, had watched her duck and run during fire fights, and had seen her weasel her way from many things with words, but Charon had never seen her hint at any real semblance of sexuality. But there she was, in the sexiest getup, with all the poise of a pre-war pin-up.
One-oh-One shrugged. “I had thought perhaps, instead of the filthy wastelander I normally am, you'd enjoy undressing a woman.”
Charon took a deep breath, the feeling of arousal twisting in his belly at the suggestion.
“Of course,” she said, tilting her head down in mock-coyness. “I'm also very talented at a different kind of filthiness.”
Silver Tongue [1d/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 08:47 am (UTC)(link)“You could have me if you wanted,” she said, turning to gaze at him over her shoulder.
“But only if I do something for you.”
She had a charming smile. “Precisely.”
“I have the strength to hold you down,” he warned.
“And I have a powerful little word called 'stop.'”
Charon frowned. The two were at a stand-still, each eying the other from across the bed like predators. Finally, Charon's lips curled up in a smirk.
“So that's what it takes to buy you?”
One-oh-One's smile wavered, but she held it deliberately. “What?”
“A favor for a favor?” The ghoul crossed his arms in front of himself. “I'm not in the mood for an errand, but it just seems so... easy.”
One-oh-One's lips pursed, but she turned her eyes down and then smirked. “I have to admit, I wasn't planning on this being a pleasant evening until the alternative option presented itself.” She strode around the bed, eyes fixated on his expression. “Jericho would be a necessity, but you...” She sighed. “I've always had a weakness for tall, strong men.”
“Is that the concession?” Charon asked. “I still have to pay for it, but at least you'll enjoy it?”
The girl didn't act as if she had heard him, only busied herself with making slow circles on his abdomen with her fingertip. “It's not the first time I've convinced a man to change his mind,” she said. “But maybe it'll be the last.” The woman slid her hand up his chest. “Maybe you can make it so I never have to seduce a man into what I want him to do, and maybe the only bed I'll warm from now on is ours.”
“Ours?”
“Would you like to share my bed?” She tilted her head back to look up at him through her lashes. Charon had a clear view of the tops of her breasts, pushed up by the bustier. “Would you like it if I were only yours?”
“Would you hate it if I were the only one you were ever with?” As he spoke, Charon let his thumb trail over the girl's collarbone and let his fingertips just barely touch the soft skin on her neck before pulling his hand away.
“I think you'd like to feel my body underneath you.” One-oh-One smiled. She leaned forward so that her chest was just barely touching his. “Every night, if you like.”
“Would it require additional errands?” he asked, a mocking smile curling his lips. His hand, however slipped down along her side and around to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer.
“Or rather,” she said, ignoring his comment. “I just might wake you in the night and have you take me.” Her hands ran up and down his spine, teasing with a feather's touch. “Perhaps I have other outfits like this that I'll wear for you. Or maybe you just want me to sleep in nothing at all.”
Charon felt his hand begin to dip down over the girl's backside, and he pulled it back up higher.
Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 08:48 am (UTC)(link)The ghoul groaned, and grabbed hold of her hair, using it it steer her mouth to his. She kissed him hard, and her hand on his neck held him close. She opened her mouth to him and ran her tongue along his bottom lip.
Charon pulled back, just enough to move his mouth to her neck, but before his lips touched her, “Stop.”
One-oh-One pushed back far enough to meet his eyes. Her smile grew as her fingers slid over his erection once more. “Okay,” she said, as sweet as sugar. “Go ahead.”
The ghoul pushed her back so she fell on the bed and he was on top of her, between her thighs, a moment after. He bit her earlobe lightly, drawing a groan from the woman, and kissed her neck with the occasional swipe of his tongue or soft bites. He threaded his hand into her hair, pulling her closer.
“Stop.”
Charon growled, digging his hand into her hair in frustration. She let the moment drag out while he lay frozen.
“Go.” She kissed him again, teasing the tip of his tongue with her own. Charon pulled back and let his forehead rest against hers, keeping his lips just out of reach. Instead he pushed his hips forward, rubbing his erection against her. He must have hit the right spot because One-oh-One's breath caught in her throat as he did. When he did it again her stocking-clad legs slipped over the backs of his thighs, drawing him closer. A third time, and her face pressed into the crook of his neck, a low coo of a moan falling from her lips. After one last thrust, and her body had arched and pressed against him, he turned her head to ghost his lips over hers. “Not gonna say it now?” he mocked.
Her eyes opened. “Stop.” Her voice was low, almost agonized. She held his gaze for a long time, then pulled herself up and out of his grasp. She smoothed her hair. “Well, I... I should be going. It's getting late.”
The ghoul leaned back. “I thought you were trying to convince me to be your errand boy.”
One-oh-One grabbed her dress from the foot of the bed. “Well, you didn't want to have to buy me.”
Charon sat on the edge of the mattress. He reached under his waistband to adjust himself, having been pushed to one side uncomfortably. “Sit down,” he said, reaching for his boots. “I'll go.”
She didn't respond so he looked back over his shoulder. One-oh-One opened and closed her mouth, then fixed her expression in one that suggested the confidence she'd held earlier, but didn't quite capture it. “Thought you said I wasn't going to change your mind,” she said stubbornly.
“When you said you wouldn't sleep with anyone else,” he said slowly. “You were just saying things you thought I wanted to hear.” He spoke softly, as if it were a question.
One-oh-One picked at the quilt with her fingernails. “Well. I wouldn't have to. Not if you could strong-arm people into it, I mean. So I guess I wasn't just saying it.”
Charon nodded, then slipped his boots on and laced them. He didn't change into his leathers, only meant to fasten his holster and shotgun over the house clothes when he went downstairs. One-oh-One simply watched him, and when he was ready, he leaned over the bed and kissed her. The woman held the side of his face in her palm.
The ghoul left her sitting on the bed as he went to leave.
He looked back in the doorway to see One-oh-One on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were aimed at the carpet, hand fisted in the sheet, and teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Her chest was flushed a ruddy red and heaved with deep breaths. Her free hand slipped down over the front of her underwear for a brief moment.
Charon smirked. “You okay?”
She started, looking up at him. “Yeah,” she said, then paused to clear her throat. “Just out of breath. The bustier is tight.”
He looked her up and down. “Put the dress back on and set the table,” he said. “I'll bring back something to eat. It'd be a shame for a lady to get gussied up and have nowhere to go.”
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-26 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)This is exactly how I always thought Charon would react...he can't believe that anyone would love him (and he's soo lovable) so would take a lot of convincing. He acts tough but we all know he's hopelessly in love with 101.
This is wonderful and hot, and has a great relationship dynamic.
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-28 02:54 am (UTC)(link)Thank you, this Charon is actually one of the more receptive one I've written. There's so many different ways to interpret him, I love it.
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-26 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)And I'm glad someone filled this fantastic prompt. The meme needs more vintage lingerie. Heck, the world needs more vintage lingerie.
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-28 02:56 am (UTC)(link)Thanks, so glad you enjoyed it. The meme does need more pretty undies!
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-28 03:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-29 03:13 am (UTC)(link)Thank you! *claps*
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-29 05:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-30 06:34 am (UTC)(link)Aww, *hugs*. I do love me some Charon. I don't believe I'm allowed to de-anon here, but if you're interested you might enjoy another Charon/LW minifill I did here: http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6846093#t6846093
And if you're into Joshua Graham/F!Courier I've also filled here: http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=6527117#t6527117
<3
Re: Silver Tongue [1e/1, complete]
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