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[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1a/1
Date: 2011-12-20 08:23 am (UTC)I took the whole thing as a personal challenge, really.
Characters: Col. Moore, Col. Hsu, Fisto
Kinks: Threesome (I guess?), robots, implied voyeurism ...uh. toys?
Summary: Hsu lets Moore in on the prank his buddies from basic pulled on him over the weekend. Much to her dismay (...at least, we'll call it dismay for now).
How she came to be leaning back against James Hsu in a seedy, Atomic Wrangler bedroom, his arms looped beneath her own, his hands manipulating her breasts, her legs spread to invite the attentions of-- not a human, but a goddamn robot, Cassandra couldn't quite fathom. How she'd agreed to it had been entirely a matter of spontaneity-- or rather, spontaneity brought on by upwards to five shots of hard liquor taken in rapid succession-- and once she had she wasn't entirely sure she regretted it, but even as she felt a low-level current being used in place of fingers against her clitoris, felt the suitably pliant girth of a synthetic-- appliance? toy? instrument?-- thrusting into her at a steady rhythm, she had to wonder if she'd ever be able to reconcile this to herself once she sobered.
It had all started innocently enough.
Though he'd refrained from stopping in the week prior, Colonel Hsu met Cassandra in her office the night before for a 'scheduled check-in,' with just enough legitimate, high-level work on-hand to justify his presence, as was their agreement. Their run-ins had become something of a common phenomena since the Legion had been routed from the Dam indefinitely, the Fiends' assault on McCarran put to a sudden end, the fervor of the simultaneous victory-- apparently giving them both reason to break what had been an unspoken rule between them.
All told, it was an indiscretion that Cassandra in no way disapproved of. It was just a matter of keeping their engagement under wraps, far enough away from General Oliver and their subordinates to keep from calling attention to themselves-- and just close enough to have some risk involved, such was it was that night. Behind the closed doors of her office, their official business having come to an end, Hsu already stationed over her shoulder to look at the reports, she felt his lips graze the curve of her ear, his hand pressing lightly at her side.
"Where were you last week, by the way?" she asked, raising her hand to tease her fingers along one side of his neck-- made curious when he paused.
"That's... difficult to explain," he admitted, a touch of guilt in his tone.
Turning her head to glance at him, she arched an eyebrow. "Is it," she said flatly. "Anything I should be concerned about?"
"Not exactly..."
For just a moment, she had to wonder if she shouldn't be preparing herself to get angry. That said, it wasn't as if they were an item, or in any way official-- but it was the principle of the matter. Still, she couldn't quite imagine James Hsu being the unfaithful type, even in a loose arrangement like theirs.
"Out with it," she said, turning to face him fully.
"It's nothing bad," he said. "Trust me. But it's one of those things I'd be better off showing you instead of, well-- telling you. It's hard to explain." Beat. "Let's just call it a novelty, for now."
Curiouser and curiouser... "Any particular time you feel like showing me this 'novelty,' then?" she asked, mildly bemused by his word choice.
"Tomorrow night sound good to you?" he asked, his smile turning sly. "Not sure you'll like the venue... but I'm pretty sure I have a way of getting us in without being seen."
She should've known, right then, at the moment he said the venue was the Atomic Wrangler, to say 'no,' and just ask for a detailed anecdote anyway. On the other hand... it wasn't as though the evening had gone poorly...
They'd arrived at the Wrangler late in the evening, during hours that didn't see much traffic, and didn't have the usual gossips nearby to start chatter.
[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1b/1
Date: 2011-12-20 08:27 am (UTC)It was a distraction, to be sure-- he was dodging her questions, even as he removed her clothing, leaving her in little more than her underwear and stripping down, himself, to much the same. And, well... by then, both were interested in doing a little more than talking, though as she leaned against him upon settling onto the bed, she couldn't help but feel ill at ease. The venue, the propensity of the locals to directly engage the rumor mill-- normally, the more adventurous quality of it would do a great deal for her, but people had seen them come in. As a result, she wasn't sure she liked it... couldn't quite let herself enjoy him as much as she would otherwise, and he could tell. Not that he was ill equipped to divert her attention elsewhere.
"Just relax," Hsu said gently, drawing her back against his chest as he leaned against the headboard, one hand gliding around her hip while the other crossed her abdomen. "No one knows we're here, and for once, no one particularly cares."
"I wouldn't be so sure," she murmured in reply, feeling his fingers push beneath the waistband of her undergarments. Easing her weight back against his chest, she let her arm drape over his along her midsection, head leaning gently against his shoulder. "But you present a tempting argument."
"I've got another one," he replied, forefinger teasing at the thatch of hair over her pubic bone for a moment before drifting further down, "if you'd like to hear it. Assuming you need any more convincing, I mean..."
Turning her head just enough to cast a wry grin at him over her shoulder, she said, "I don't know about convincing," voice taking on a slightly deeper timbre. "But a decent distraction can go a long way."
He chuckled gently against her ear, but didn't continue the banter for a moment. Not his usual... It left her wondering what more there was to that sound, but-- he only let her wonder for so long, the hand that had toyed with her idly delving down between her legs to touch her more directly. At the sound of her breath drawing in audibly between parted lips, he pressed his face against her neck, pulling her firmly against him, his forefinger immediately seeking out her clitoris, a single point of pressure against her beck telling her exactly what he thought of the state he found her in-- wet, reactive... He knew, ever since their first time together, that the same things that made her uncertain were the same things that hiked her arousal, in the end. She liked risk-- and he liked seeing how she reacted to it.
Normally, under those circumstances, he'd take it slow, tease her, get her worked up enough that she'd turn on him, pin him-- take matters into her own hands and satisfy them both with a kind of energy she knew he loved to provoke in her. Tonight, though, he seemed eager to bring her off quickly-- and, after a long week of paperwork, she was just as eager to let him. His forefinger moved with purpose, the hand at her side raising to take hold of her breast, palm brushing over the hardened peak of her nipple through her undershirt. She arched against him, tilted her hips back to encourage him, one of her own hands raising to brush her fingers along his nape; could feel him roll his hips against her back, press his erection against her, his desire to do more than just favor her with a simple touch broadcast in the appreciative sounds he made against her neck, in the way he nuzzled indulgently at her shoulder.
It was only when she heard the sound of footsteps-- heavy ones, deliberate, getting louder, stopping right outside the door itself, that she began to sense that something was... off. Legitimately off.
[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1c/1
Date: 2011-12-20 08:31 am (UTC)"James," she hissed, shifting against him to make a blind grab for her sidearm, only to find him hold to her more tightly. "What the hell are you doing? Someone's--"
"It's okay." She could feel him smile against her neck. "I know."
"What do you mean you--" The door opened, and the glint of a synthetic light pierced through the dark, amber-lit room, the prospect that anyone might be looking in on her making her heart race.
"It's alright," he assured her. "Calm down... this was all a part of the plan."
She didn't get a chance to say it wasn'talright, much less get a chance to ask what the hell the 'plan' was, before all became... at least... partly clear.
A robot, a protectronwas marching into the room like it owned the place, careful to close-- and, strangely enough, lock-- the door behind it. And there, in arguably one of the more awkward positions she'd ever found herself in, she heard those fateful words for the first time:
"Please assume the position."
At first, she could have killed him.
Turned around and strangled him, right then and there. And after the first five times of hearing 'please assume the position,' she was damned close to doing just that. But of course, he had to use his 'trust me' trump card, nipping at the contour of her ear and teasing her in a way he knew would drive her crazy. Left her with the option of staying put, or leaving in a fit of frustration.
And for all the things she was, presently, 'frustrated' wasn't one of them. Still held closely from behind, still favored with soft kisses-- and occasionally pulled into a deeper one placed against her lips, she was skirting a fine line between near-satisfied and completely overstimulated. Whatever the idiot contraption was doing, it was doing *well*, and it was doing it *constantly*, giving her no breaks, no room to breathe-- and neither was the man behind her. Between that, and how damned awkward the whole idea was in the first place, she wasn't entirely convinced that it wouldn't just go nowhere fast--
--but... maybe there was some good that could still come of it.
"I knew you'd need some time to warm to the idea," he'd said, kindly removing his hand from her panties when she'd turned her head to stare at him, dumbfounded by his presumption. "And I'm sorry if it seems a little... sudden--"
"A littlesudden?" she said, exasperated. "Did you forget that these models are mounted with fully-operational energy weapons--"
"All safety protocols are engaged, ma'am," the robot informed her politely-- or, blandly, more to the point-- its pincers retracted in favor of producing two... rather questionable implements. "Side effects of pleasuring routines are minimal. There is only minor risk of tachycardia in the event that full stimulus procedures are required."
"What?" She squirmed slightly in the Hsu's arms, shooting yet another dirty look over her shoulder at him as he held her fast. "James," she hissed, "let me go. I'm not going to--"
"--I'll let you go," he interrupted, "when I'm convinced you won't start shooting at it. Just... relax. Please. You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he assured her. "But I can say with certainty that it's safe."
"In reference to safety, I am required to inform you that if you have a known heart condition--" it continued, as if neither of them were talking.
"You--?" she asked, over what sounded like an extensive medical disclaimer. "This is what you were doing last weekend. This is your novelty."
He grinned, unabashed. "One of my old friends from basic might have tricked me into going for it," he said, "and I may have had more alcohol than blood in my system at the time... but, I'll admit... I was-- impressed. Not really sure what to think but-- impressed."
"So now that you've been humiliated," she said, "it only seems fair that you do the same to me?"
"Like I said," he reminded her, "you don't have to do anything."
"--and in cases of epilepsy, it is recommended that you consult your physician prior to engagement."
[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1d/1
Date: 2011-12-20 08:34 am (UTC)His grin widened as she looked back at him. "You don't have epilepsy, do you?" he asked, amused.
"I do," she deadpanned. "I've had to forge medical papers all my life to avoid being kicked out of the army. It's really quite tragic." To that, he just raised an eyebrow, his unspoken prompt earning him an underwhelmed look in turn. "So how much did you spend on this, exactly?"
"Not a lot," he admitted, "but enough that it'll be a waste if someone doesn't put it to use,"
To that-- she might've laughed in any other situation, but now, all she could do was look at him incredulously. "So... if I refuse," she said, "does that mean you'll be the one 'cashing in' on whatever you dropped for this-- thing?"
"Is that your way of saying you want me to show you how it's done?" he said, eyebrows raised. "That's not your usual approach to things..."
She snorted, incredulous. "Of all the tactics to resort to, all the methods of persuasion, you're going to use that one?"
He smirked. "That depends. Is it working?"
Turning her attention back to the protectron as it stood where it was patiently, quietly turning its augmentations in slow rotations where they protruded, she fought a slight smile at the absurdity of it.
"You'll need to make up your mind soon, either way," Hsu said. "We only have it around for a half hour."
"It?" she said. "Starting to look more like a 'him' to me."
"Are you trying to imply something?" he said, feigning offense.
"Well... it's certainly not a 'her.'"
"Feminine subroutines are unavailable at this time," Fisto chimed in helpfully. "Installation of proper equipment may be required once subroutines are obtained. Please consult the manual for further instructions."
She canted her head towards the robot. "See?"
"Technicalities," James replied wryly. "Now come on..." he continued, nudging her panties down along her hips with his hands. "Provided your last physical didn't reveal any of the conditions mentioned... I don't see what you've got to lose by giving this a try."
"You mean aside from my dignity?" she said, grudgingly relenting.
"Aside from that, yes."
"Allotted time remaining: twenty-five minutes," Fisto informed them. "If you are having trouble choosing your preferred mode of pleasure, I have a list of options you may enjoy. There is the Double Bass, Around the World--"
Glancing between the protectron and the man at her back-- Cassandra sighed, and said, "I really hate you sometimes. You know that, don't you?"
And again, James just grinned, entirely too amused for his own good.
"--or, if you would like to engage my apparatus in a reciprocal fashion, there is--"
Exasperated, Cassandra said, "I think just-- 'standard'-- will be fine, thanks," to the robot tersely, effectively ending the recitation of its... many 'talents,' one supposed.
It raised its hands, the whirring sound gaining volume as the spinning of its add-ons picked up speed. "Please assume the position."
"Take it that's a yes?" James said in her ear.
Sad though it was to admit-- for curiosity's sake, it was.
"Give me three--" A pause. "No... five more shots of that scotch," she said, motioning towards the bottle, "and we'll see."
And she did.
There was some question on whether or not it was worth it, of course... but one thing was certain: by the time she'd finally relaxed enough to be brought to orgasm, the resulting climax had been-- powerful. Hsu had only persisted on helping her along with that, as well, reminding her verbally of some of the things they'd done before, things they'd gotten away with, calling to mind all sorts of compelling imagery. Between her legs, those strange thrusts became more powerful, more direct, a peculiar shift the robot's motions stimulating the nerves on her pelvic floor more directly. She'd arched in his grip, near-writhing, the bizarre sensations against her clit so consistent and-- downright intense that there was no stopping the loud moan that tore from her.
[Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1e/1
Date: 2011-12-20 08:36 am (UTC)"Operation complete," Fisto announced calmly, withdrawing, the rather-- unfortunate reminder of what had just done that to her bringing an awkward smile to her face. "Thank you for your business. You have ten minutes of your allotted time remaining. Would madam like to engage 'moreplay?'"
Opening her eyes to see Hsu grinning down at her, she heard him ask, "Would she?"
"I-- don't think so," she murmured, catching her breath slowly but surely. "Seems like-- now'd be a good time for you to 'show me how it's done.'"
He raised his eyebrows. "In ten minutes?"
"How long did it take you last time?"
He paused-- and grinned. "Five."
It was a grin she returned, shifting out of the man's way to say, "Then show me."
Re: [Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1e/1
Date: 2011-12-21 03:49 am (UTC)We need more Fisto/Any Female as it is.
Re: [Moore/Hsu/Fisto] - A Minor Risk of Tachycardia - 1e/1
Date: 2012-01-28 03:32 am (UTC)NEW OT3 4 LYFE. <3