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F!courier/Raul
Date: 2011-11-09 02:52 am (UTC)If he does...would love some smut!
Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 1/6
Date: 2013-08-18 02:28 am (UTC)Characters: Raul Tejada, F!Courier
Relationship: Het
Tags: ghoul, denial, chaps (are chaps a kink? they are to me)
Summary: Reunited with the Courier long after winning Hoover Dam, Raul reflects on the time he spent with her.
The Ghost Vaquero, Raul Tejada, sat under an orange evening sky in good company. Him and his companion had come across a fireplace with a spit in their travels and decided not to let the fortune go to waste. In short time Raul had brought back a dead gecko and the Messiah of the Wastes herself was poking at the fire. In her leather armor and with her plasma rifle strapped to her back, she looked like any other adventurer or mercenary wandering the Mojave. She decided she'd be the one to cook that night and he had poked fun at the fact that she was still stuck in the habit of trying to run the show at every opportunity despite the fact that she was following him this time around. She hadn't missed a beat, pointing out that it was generally a good idea to be nice to the person handling your food. His words had been empty of course. He could tell it was difficult for her to relinquish the control, but they'd been trekking the desert and taking jobs of his volition for the past couple months without much head butting. He wasn't quick to dis-involve her anyway, Raul respected her opinions. He respected her.
She gave him a seared gecko steak, still bloody in the center. It took a lot less time to cook than her charred morsel, but she had started hers first so they could eat their hot meal together. The two tearing into their steaks wasn't the most refined sight to see, especially when blood trickled down Raul's chin, dripping into the dirt. She gave him a look.
She had given him a very similar look on the third day he had known her, when he had cooked himself a very similar steak. He had put up with it for a minute or two, but the stare was making it hard to swallow.
"I like my meat to put up a fight on the way down, boss," he had told her.
She had laughed. Back then he could tell she'd been uncertain of him. His sarcasm intimidated her to an extent, but he had gotten her to open up a little after that line. It helped that it wasn't directed at something she said or did, sounded more like a joke and less like passive aggression with a tinge of humor. Back then she was sensitive. Her sensitivity was why he had first gotten in the habit of calling her "Boss", another joke. Over time he watched her grow into the title, and then past it.
She was just Lynn back then, no fancy title, not even a surname. She was Lynn now, but the name held a different weight to it than it did before. She tossed him a rag and they ate in comfortable silence. Mostly comfortable. After they finished, Raul popped two beers for them to chat over while the sun slowly disappeared over the mountains. Only, there wasn't as much talking as usual. She was having trouble meeting his eyes, he noticed, choosing instead to watch the sky after a short while. He was having trouble keeping himself from staring at her.
Years ago, when Lynn was barely a woman carving her way through the Mojave, she harbored a misguided crush on Raul. It had taken him a while to pick up on it. The old ghoul found the idea difficult to believe. There were always different explanations to her words and actions, and ones that didn't were easy enough to ignore. She was pretty much a kid in his eyes, someone naive who needed protection. He wasn't always certain on his ability to provide it, having been through so much in his long years, but he had grown a fondness for her quicker than he had liked. He'd never admit it to her, but it kept him around. He had seen his Rafaela in the greenhorn, in the way she acted, but he never admitted that to her either. She wasn't as closed off as he, and when she gained the courage she told him about her feelings. She may have told him exactly when she began to develop them, but that also may have been when she clumsily straddled him. What she did and said were shocking to him, and he hadn't realized at the time that he had reacted too harshly.
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 2/6
Date: 2013-08-18 02:36 am (UTC)He still had those dreams sometimes, but he could take comfort in Lynn's strength. She had fighting ability, intelligence, and reputation. While all of those things were a double edged sword, she had a way of being damn resilient, too stubborn to die before he'd even met her. He was looking at the scar on her forehead and the muscles underneath her leather armor. She was trying her best to ignore him, uncertain how to react to his stare.
She had fought for an independent New Vegas under Mr. House's rule. Her and Raul were long since cozy with each other by then, playful even. He had once made a remark questioning exactly how "independent" the Mojave was with King House. She had shrugged and told him someone would end up taking power, if not now then not much later. And it wasn't as if she had the time to do it. He had laughed and then he had grown quiet.
Before the war, she had spent time out of the Mojave on numerous occasions. She left alone and he would stew by himself. The first couple of times he worried over her like a gallina, him being old enough to know what they were. As time went on and she grew stronger and more experienced, he found he would miss her out of loneliness. He also slept better when she wasn't too far away from him. Raul couldn't remember exactly when things started to shift. Couldn't say when he became worried she'd never come back for him or when he'd look around in the night thinking she'd left him.
Though, he could remember when he fell in love with her. Somehow, he thought it was pure. He thought it could remain chaste. It was hard to believe the woman that stood with him inside of Nellis Air Force Base telling him his worth, encouraging him to find his buried power, and pushing him to love himself was the same clueless lucky girl that stumbled upon him at Black Mountain. He had brought her to his shack soon after that, found his old vaquero outfit, and felt more like himself than he had in a long time. The look on her face when she saw him wearing that dusted outfit made him want to kiss her. He almost did. Almost.
Lynn was rolling out a thin sleeping bag across the fire from him. He didn't bother getting his. He slept last night so he'd stay awake tonight. He watched her, his blue eyes reflecting flames, as she sat on the bag. She was drinking her beer, she looked far away.
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 3/6
Date: 2013-08-18 02:42 am (UTC)She left a month after the war. Everyone had parted ways after that. Raul was torn. When he asked, she told him she didn't know when she would be back. There were people she wanted to visit, responsibilities she'd gained outside the Mojave. She made an effort to tell him she knew where her home was and he had no doubt word would travel quickly once she stepped foot back in the desert she was so famous in, no matter how long she waited. She surprised him when she embraced him, herself to, he had noted when she immediately stiffened against him. His arms held her in place before she could back away.
"Estaré aquí esperando," he murmured in her hair.
A lapse in control. When he let her go he could hear her breathing. She looked pained. Was it because she was leaving him or because she was disgusted at him touching her? Either sounded possible.
"Why are you so quiet tonight Boss?" Lynn asked, tossing her empty beer bottle beside her. His was half full, forgotten at his feet.
Raul massaged his knees before they protested. He stood up and joined her, sitting next to her on the sleeping bag. She had gotten into the habit of calling him "Boss" and he called her by her name, sometimes. Mostly he called her petnames in Spanish that he wouldn't translate. "Thinking about the past. How you've grown," he said, then smiled, admitting, "How we've both grown."
He was going to seek her out once he heard the rumors. The Mojave's Messiah was back. First, he trekked it to his shack. He had some caps hidden away that would allow him access to the Strip. He wasn't prepared for what awaited him. After four years, she was camped outside the shack, waiting for him. She came dressed in that light leather armor and was lacking one of the over-sized, over-powerful weapons she collected. She said she wanted to be less conspicuous. She wanted to start anew. She had missed him and she wanted to be with him. Raul had to will his heartbeat to contain itself, he knew she didn't mean it the way he wanted her to. The years had done nothing to quell his emotions, he remembered thinking bitterly. Her burn for him had been a flash in the pan, but his was smoldering coals. He could've hated her for it, for the way his body ached, as if his age wasn't enough. But hating Lynn would be hating himself. They'd done too much for each other, sacrificed, rebuilt, shared.
Their time apart helped Raul realize he couldn't settle for unrequited love. Lynn was following him. She wasn't at the sniper's dino or the King's table or the vault girl's bed. Maybe there was some flicker in her yet. He would find out.
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 4/6
Date: 2013-08-18 02:50 am (UTC)The fact that he was a ghoul and she wasn't never left the back of his mind. When she got a look at the ragged thin skin and naked muscle under his clothes would she still want him then? Would she "make do", bite back her disgust and bare it or would she change her mind completely and leave him? He didn't want that, he didn't want any of it. His plan was to make her fight for it or give up trying. A challenge from a complicated man to a complicated woman, and he got the feeling she had caught on.
Raul set a hand on the small of her hunched over back as she dug through her bag. Her shoulders jumped slightly at the contact, but she didn't stop or question, having long since learned the first rule of the game. He raked his nails over her leather armor, feeling her twitch when they dug under the straps. Slowly, she moved and his hand hovered off her back, in warning. Lynn tucked her knees under her, bending over for the extra leverage to pretend she still needed to look for whatever in her bag. She was pushing it, but Raul appreciated the boldness. His gnarled hand fell back on her, rubbing circles in her back. He couldn't resist the way the leather stretched over her ass for long. He kneaded the lower muscles of her back until he reached her bottom. His hand drifted from one cheek to the other and then he held that beautiful ass in the palm of his hand. He felt the stir in his loins and his grip tightened, groping and kneading her flesh through the leather. She pressed into his touch, a noise escaping her throat. Her eyes widened, realizing her mistake and Raul worked to keep his expression unreadable.
He let go of her. Lynn stared at him, shock giving way to frustration, frustration giving way to anger. He'd been seeing that a lot more lately. "Hermosa," he said softly as she glared at him. She really was when she was mad. The way her dark eyes conflicted with her sun bleached hair, it was an unusual combination. She was angry because it had been three days since he last touched her, and he knew she knew he wouldn't try again tonight. He'd leave them both cold. Raul moved to stand, but she grabbed his arm.
"No," she said, but it hadn't been the first time she'd said and done that. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hand to pull it off him, but she fisted his bandana and pulled him back down. She slapped him across the face. Before he could even register the sting, she crashed her lips into his. Finally, Dios, finally, she'd had enough.
She was far from gentle. She bit his tongue and his ruined lips. Her nails dug into his face and neck. It was his own fault, it was what he'd been working towards. Raul wanted the fight, he craved this expression of his own suppressed struggle. Her frustration was his frustration. He grabbed her shoulders and tore her away from him. She grabbed the sombrero off his head as she parted. He noticed just in time that her hand was going for his knife and he quickly grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back. She was joking, had to be. With that vindictive look in her eye though, he wasn't going to take any chances. He pried his hat from her fingers and tossed it past the campfire. She smiled at him, trying to hold back laughter.
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 5/6
Date: 2013-08-18 02:57 am (UTC)He groaned when she exposed his erection, watching it spring free with her. He opened his mouth to suck in a large breath of air when she grabbed him and blew it out his teeth when she ran her thumb over an engorged vein, not covered with skin. "Could you put your chaps back on?" She asked, almost shyly despite the way she was handling his cock. And really, how could he say no?
"You want me to ride you like a Mexican cowboy, Nena?" He asked lowly in her ear, thrusting his cock into her hand to drive the point home. He watched her ear turn red, along with her face and saw the blush disappear somewhere beneath her undershirt. She was still wearing too much, but he took a minute to put his chaps back on like she asked. It was long enough to break the spell.
"This...This is really happening," Lynn said quietly. She was sitting on her heels, her hands gripping each other in her naked lap. Her brows were knitted as she looked at him in question. She looked five years younger. "Raul, I--"
He cut her off, scooping her into his arms and kissing her deeply. His hands roamed the skin under her shirt, before he pushed the fabric up. "Wait--" she was cut off again when his mouth fell onto one of her light tan nipples. He pinched the other between his fingers and she moaned. She couldn't help but arch her back into him. He felt her cup the back of his head, while pushing at his shoulder the same time. He smiled into her breast at her confliction. He touched himself, his hand traveling down to grab and massage his balls. He moaned and bit her, leaving marks on her nipples and surrounding flesh, then licked and sucked the marks. He ravished her. She cried his name, it sounded pleading.
He stopped and helped her the rest of the way out of her shirt. She kissed the corner of his mouth. "I've wanted this for so long..." Her voice was deep. Her fingers explored his chest, following threads of muscle and tracing the groves of flesh. She looked like she wanted to say more, but she was in a haze. Raul hooked a finger through her underwear and pulled the drenched cloth down her legs. She buried her face in his neck when he touched her sex. She kissed and sucked and whimpered as he stroked her. He scissored his fingers inside her, preparing her for his girth and enjoyed the range of soft noises she gave him as encouragement.
"Amo tus gemidos," he said, voice breathy and felt her shudder slightly against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him back. He let her guide them against her sleeping bad and began pumping his fingers into her pussy once she was flat on her back. She lifted her hips towards him, letting go of his back so he could reach a better angle. "You like that Nena?" He grunted, ramming a third finger in and curling them. He thrust them in and out and she was unprepared for the fast pace. Her whole body moved with the force and he watched her breasts jump.
Her eyes were wide and she looked up at the sky. "Yes!" She answered loudly. He almost had her screaming. He could tell it was intense for her, he had to grab her hip to keep her from trying to squirm away. His cock pressed against her thigh, thrusting minutely in want as he finger fucked her past her limit. He wasn't sure how long he'd last, but hell if he wasn't going to give her an orgasm to remember. "Oh God! Raul!" She yelled.
"Cum for me Lynn," he all but growled, tilting her hips and driving his rough fingers into her brutally. It took only a few more seconds of furious pumping before he felt her spasm around him. Her loud moans had suddenly stopped as she held her breath while riding out her orgasm. It was the most beautiful damn thing he'd ever seen.
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 6/6
Date: 2013-08-18 03:06 am (UTC)She was still very relaxed and wet when his erection prodded her entrance, a good thing. While he wasn't terribly long, Raul was thick. He left her mouth to suck and nip at her shoulder as he pushed his cock inside. He pulled her over him slightly so he could wrap his other arm around her. "You feel amazing," she groaned as he slowly stretched her. She reached over and grabbed his ass, pushing him into her until their hips met. They made out passionately as he thrust in and out of her. He wasn't too fast, but he was purposeful.
"Estoy loco por ti," he murmured into her mouth, giving her a hard thrust that made both of them gasp. "Pienso en ti todo el tiempo," he said into her neck while in the middle of giving her a hickey. His laugh at his sentiments finished in a deep moan. He hooked a hand under her knee and pulled it up for better access to her squeezing tight cunt. She was looking at him and he met her stare. She didn't ask for him to go faster, maybe she understood. Maybe she wanted it to last as long as he did. Maybe she enjoyed being held by him as much as he did. She had pulled all the fight out of him, at least for tonight.
She was meeting his thrusts. His arm was still hooked around her knee and he twisted her torso so he could play with her breast. His other arm snaked underneath and between him. By now he felt confident enough to try to bring her to orgasm and pressed his thumb gently into her clit. Her breathing became more labored and she dug her fingers into his deltoid. His thumb swished back and forth on the slick nub. She was so wet. He grunted and gave her another hard thrust. She cried out. He lost himself in her dark, pleasure filled eyes and twitching pussy as he pushed her closer to that edge. He wasn't going to last much longer. He abandoned her nipple for her asscheek, his squeeze almost painful as he pulled her down on his cock. He took over completely, pulling her onto him as he pushed his straining erection into her. His thumb spasmed over her clit and he fucked her harder, fucked her faster.
Lynn was moaning and yelling encouragements until her noises broke away and he felt her contract around him. He cursed in English and in Spanish, managing to fuck her just a little while longer as she squeezed him damn well near out of her. His balls tightened and he buried himself as deep as he would go before he came. He felt love and satisfaction when he filled her pussy with his cum. They held each other until Raul went soft. He pulled his hips away from hers and his head swelled when he took a look at his work. His fuzzy brain couldn't form words for the sight of his seed leaking out of this post-coital hazed woman. You did good, old man, he thought to himself.
He could tell she was close to dozing off. He kissed her and kept her in his arms until she did. "Goodnight Boss," she said with a smile, her fingers stroking his cheek.
"Goodnight Corazón," he answered. He'd have a long night to think of all the wonderful ways he'd be able to wake her up in the morning.
All done, hope ya'll liked it! Wanted to do something special for the Fill-A-Thon, now back to writing "Upheaval".
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 6/6
Date: 2013-08-18 09:12 am (UTC)Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 6/6
Date: 2013-08-19 04:20 pm (UTC)AND ALL OF MY EXCITEMENT WAS WORTH IT.
Thank you, anon. You are lovely.
Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 6/6
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