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Benny/F!Courier - Fluff
Date: 2011-11-09 11:55 am (UTC)Re: Benny/F!Courier - Fluff
Date: 2011-11-09 02:48 pm (UTC)Re: Benny/F!Courier - Fluff
Date: 2011-11-10 03:17 am (UTC)Re: Benny/F!Courier - Fluff
Date: 2012-02-02 10:39 pm (UTC)If no one comes back to this, I might tackle it. Because yes?
The Question, Part 1/?
Date: 2013-09-19 10:24 pm (UTC)Pairings: Benny/F!courier
Kink: None, just good ol' sex
Benny proposes. Really.
"Where are you taking me?" the courier asked Benny for the umpteenth time. He clucked his tongue. The woman had no patience.
"We're just about there, Pussycat." He adjusted her blindfold to make sure it wasn't slipping. He opened the door and led her forward a few more feet, then stood to one side of her-- making sure he could still see her face-- and removed the blindfold.
The courier gasped, her expression everything he could have wanted. They were on the roof of the Tops, safely away from the corner of the building that had been lost during the war. She didn't take note of where they stood, though, entranced as she was by the spectacular view. The multicolored neon glow of the Strip cast upward to meet the night sky, where the brightest stars still shone despite the light from below. The moon was full, the breeze gentle, the view stunning. She didn't think anything could make the night better.
Benny led her forward a few more steps. A blanket was spread out there, an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two glasses awaiting them. She started to settle herself on the blanket, but Benny stopped her.
"Pussycat, ever since you rescued me from the Legion all I've been able to think about is you. And when you asked me to come back to Vegas after the battle, I thought I musta died and gone to heaven. I thought I was at the top. But you showed me," and at this he took her hands in his own, "that I hadn't even started living yet. You showed me, Pussycat, you taught me how much more there is for me now. Because now, there's you."
She smiled at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I feel the same way about you, Benny. I feel like-- that even if Doc Mitchell was the one who healed my head, that you were the one who brought me back to life." She looked deep into his eyes. "I love you, Benny."
"That's real good, honey baby," he replied, "'cause I've got somethin' to ask you." Still holding her hands, he went down on one knee. Her breath caught in her throat as he released one of her hands and reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a ring that sparkled in the lights of Vegas. "Pussycat, will you marry me?"
She dropped to her knees before him and threw her arms around his waist, pressing her face to his chest. "Yes! Yes, of course I will." She raised back up and Benny gently slid the ring onto her finger.
"You're mine now, Pussycat," he said, then he kissed her. "And I'm yours."
She kissed him back, her hands reaching under his jacket to slide along his back. Carefully he laid her back on the blanket. He gave himself a moment to look into her eyes, to stroke her hair. She was something else, his pussycat. He lowered his head to lip along her throat, pulling the neckline of her dress to one side so he could trail kisses along her collarbone. She moaned and fumbled with his jacket. He took the cue and sat up. He removed the jacket, tossing it aside, followed quickly by his tie and shirt. "More," she begged, her voice husky. He grinned at her, stood over her, and stripped to his tented boxers.
"That enough, Pussycat?" he asked, his eyes glinting.
She gave a smoky laugh and shook her head.
Obligingly, he slid his underwear off-- too slowly for her taste-- and tossed it on the pile of clothing. "How 'bout now?"
She drank in the sight of him, silhouetted against the colors of the Strip. Her gaze came to rest on his cock.
He could read the hunger in her eyes and knelt over her, a knee on each side of her thighs. He wrapped his hand around his cock. "This what you want?" he purred.
Re: The Question, Part 1/?
Date: 2013-09-19 10:25 pm (UTC)"Pussycat," he breathed.
She let go of him and ran her hands up his inner thighs. Her expression was no less hungry. He began unbuttoning her dress, placing a kiss on each inch of skin he revealed. When he peeled the dress back from her breasts, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, tonguing it through the fabric of her bra. She arched her back and he used the opportunity to slip her dress from her shoulders. He moved to the other breast, giving the nipple the tiniest of nips, and when she arched this time he reached beneath her and unhooked her bra. He pulled her toward him and she sat up for him, allowing him to slide the dress off of her shoulders, then off of her body altogether. He added her dress and shoes to the growing clothing pile.
He sat beside her, his hands caressing her body. He rubbed her pussy through her underwear; she had already dampened the cloth. He grinned again. "You're ready already?"
She moaned and wriggled beneath his hands. "Yes."
"Ain't that too bad. 'Cause I'm not done with you yet." He slipped his fingers beneath her panties and brushed his rough fingertips across her clit. She moaned louder and thrust her hips up at him. He laughed gently. "Now, now, Pussycat. Patience." He slid a finger down along her folds. She was soaking. He pushed a finger inside of her and she gave a little cry, trying to thrust down onto his hand. "That's not patience," he scolded. He slid the finger back out of her and she gave a disappointed little mew. He reached up and caught one of her nipples between his fingers, at the same time circling her clit with the fingers of his other hand. She groaned loudly, trembling a little as he played with her. He moved to her other breast and at the same time slid his other hand down her pussy again, this time sliding two fingers into her and moving them in and out slowly. Her moans were nonstop now. She pushed her head against the blanket and arched her back; he did love seeing her helpless in his hands. And he knew she liked to do the same to him. Well, tonight it was his turn again.
Or so he thought.
Re: The Question, Part 3/3
Date: 2013-09-19 10:27 pm (UTC)She wasted no time, diving straight for his cock. She deep throated him in one bob of her head, causing him to cry out and push back against her. She cupped his balls with one hand, rolling them gently, while she circled the base of his cock with the other, gently stroking what part of his dick she couldn't get in her mouth. "Mmm, honey baby," he moaned, petting her hair as she sucked at him and bobbed her head up and down, "that feels so good." She raised her head until only his tip was in her mouth, then swirled her tongue around it, playing with the slit. Then she took him to the back of her throat again. He gripped the blanket with his free hand as she worked, and pulled her away when he got too close to coming. "Don't finish me," he said, his voice breathy. "I want to come inside you."
She gave him a wicked smile and backed off. He raised up, pushing her shoulders back and down at the same time, laying her beneath him. "You ready, honey baby?" he asked, his voice teasing. He knew she'd been ready by the time he'd undressed.
She clawed at his hips for answer.
He chuckled at her eagerness and lowered himself until the tip of his cock just rested against the wet folds of her pussy. "Put me in," he told her, and she reached down and guided his cock into her as he thrust slowly forward in her hand. He sighed as he sank into her, and she cried out softly. It always took her a few moments to get used to the feel of him inside her, stretching her open around him. He waited until she relaxed again, then began slowly working himself in and out of her.
She writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts with rolls of her hips, her hands sliding up and down along his muscled back. He lowered his head to kiss the base of her neck, and she looked up at the stars as he made love to her. She'd never been so happy, so content.
After thoroughly working them both to a breaking point, he sped his thrusts, grunting with effort and pleasure, as she groaned and shook beneath him. He reached between them to play with her clit again, and with only a few strokes of his fingers she came, screaming his name to the sky. He let himself loose then, pounding into her wildly, like he was still a tribal, giving into a primal need that only she could satisfy. "Oh, god," he ground out as he spilled inside her. "Oh, god...." He lowered himself to rest on her, their cheeks pressed together. He whispered in her ear. "I love you, Pussycat."
She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. "And I love you, Benny." And they lay there together until the sun came up.
Re: The Question, Part 3/3
Date: 2013-09-23 09:46 am (UTC)A!A here!
Date: 2013-09-23 07:29 pm (UTC)Re: The Question, Part 3/3
Date: 2013-09-26 08:39 am (UTC)A!A here!
Date: 2013-09-26 08:49 pm (UTC)Re: The Question, Part 3/3
Date: 2013-10-01 06:31 am (UTC)A!A here!
Date: 2013-10-02 02:15 pm (UTC)