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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (55/?)
Date: 2016-05-06 01:55 pm (UTC)“Easy,” Watch replies, scoots further out on the ridge of the roof. “Just move around until you’re arranged.”
“Fuck you,” Tooth mutters, softens it with a smile.
“What, your old lady hips going bad? Can’t move well enough to get comfy?” Watch purses her lips, puts over her shoulder at Tooth, who raises her middle finger. Watch busts into a grin.
“More like, are you fucking humping the roof to get comfy, cause ain’t no way to sit on a roof like this comfortably without doing that.”
“And what if I was?” Watch asks, turns her upper body to plant her hands, flips her hips and legs around in one smooth motion so she straddles the peak of the roof. “Ooh, baby, harder!” she laughs, humps half-heartedly against the roof.
“You are fucking terrible,” Tooth laughs, presses one hand over her eyes, waves the other out in front of herself in a ‘stop’ motion.
“Old lady sensibilities can’t take it?” Watch asks, but stops humping.
“I’m only three years older than you,” Tooth snorts, uncovers her eyes when she hears Watch stop moving.
“Old lady,” Watch repeats, turns back around, settles herself on the peak of the house, legs trailing down the roof, faces to the west so the sun is at her back.
“So, why are we both up here?” Tooth asks after a moment, swings her legs down alongside Watch’s, sits just over the peak of the roof so she won’t slide.
“I get bored up here by myself,” Watch replies, pulls out a knife--some tiny thing made out of what looks like a sanded-down piece of scrap metal--and then a chunk of dried cactus from her pockets. She studies her piece of cactus, turns it in one hand, closes first one eye, then switches, and then tucks her elbows in as she starts chipping with the knife.
“So you want me up here why?” Tooth asks, squints across the tops of the buildings. In the distance, the heat is already starting to rise from the desert floor in waves.
“I spy with my little eye something feathery.” Watch replies, holds her cactus piece up against the cool side of the horizon.
“Boss’s bird, easy,” Tooth says. “Ain’t seen a single bird besides that one for weeks.”
“Wrong,” Watch replies, grinning. “Not the boss’s bird.”
Tooth groans and follows Watch’s eyes, tries to guess her line of sight.
“Vultures circling over there.” She raises her arm, leans into Watch’s shoulder so the angle is closer to right.
“Got it in two. Not bad.” Watch nods, turns her cactus in her hands. “Your turn.”
Tooth sits back, studies the horizon.
“You picked a really shitty direction to start this game in,” she grumbles, levers herself up on her hands to turn around, look back toward the town. “I spy with my little eye something…” she squints. “With a shit eating grin.”
“Dredge,” Watch replies without looking up.
“Try again,” Tooth laughs. “Dredge appears to be nursing a baby, not saying something funny.”
“Dammit,” Watch groans, turns around too, starts scanning faces.