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17/?
Date: 2012-01-23 07:36 am (UTC)This time, Boone was on top of her before she finished making the offer. When she opened her mouth to speak to him again, he silenced her with a kiss. Well, kiss was one way to describe it- another was to say that he mashed his mouth against hers violently, barely allowing her any air. If it was possible to kill with a kiss, this was how to do it. Boone wasn't interested in giving the Courier a sweet death, though, and he let her gasp for breath soon enough.
"You like it rough, right?" His eyes gleamed in the starlight. "Maybe I do too. Let's make this goddamn fun for once!"
Another crushing kiss, and an embrace to knock the rest of the Courier's wind out. She went to undo the straps on her armor, but he pushed her hand aside and did the job himself. Once that was off, Boone went for the thin shirt and pants beneath. He was clumsy and ended up ripping half the buttons off instead of undoing them, but she wouldn't complain. A girl whose boss owned all of New Vegas could afford new clothes.
The Courier stretched her hands above her hand, assuming a teasingly submissive pose. Boone grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the ground. The Courier squealed and kicked lightly; her "struggling" ceased when he kissed her neck, a kiss that turned into a bite halfway through.
Sex with Boone was often rough, but it was the roughness of a man who wanted to get things over with and feel angry while doing so. Tonight's tender cruelty was passionate, a form of foreplay by itself. By the time he'd pulled down her pants, her underclothes were already damp. She might have blushed if her life had left her with any modesty.
He entered her with a shove, and her moan echoed across the canyon. His hands and his mouth were all over her, and she met his grip eagerly. To know such desire still existed in her gunslinger was one thing; to know he truly desired her, outside of simple desperation, hatred or guilt- that was satisfying. Perhaps all their bouts of joyless tumbling before had been a tease to her- but then, if she could dish it out, she could also take it.
Any words she tried to say to him turned incoherent as the rhythm of his body increased. For a moment she wanted to ask him to stop, with the pressure and sensation building inside her growing too much to handle. But the risk of missing what he gave her was too much, and she bit down on her tongue to keep from screaming or stopping herself.
The Courier's orgasm shook her from head to toe, and Boone's followed soon after. They fell side by side on the canyon floor, bodies raw and shining with sweat.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"Okay? Hell, I'm much more than that." She kissed Boone on the cheek, gently and tenderly. "And I don't think this'll interfere with my work on the Legion at all. As a matter of fact, I think you just helped the cause."
***
When Vulpes Inculta returned to his tent that night, he found the Courier curled up in the corner, covering her body with a blanket. She flinched when he moved toward her, and would not meet his gaze.
Even seeing her uncharacteristic fear, Vulpes was not prepared for what he saw when he pulled away the blanket. His bride to be was naked save for a torn shirt, and her body was covered in bruises. There were marks on her wrists, breasts and neck, some of bite marks and some shaped like a man's hand. When he looked down, something glistened horribly on her thigh.
"Who?" was all he asked. Her answer was halting and quiet, but did not come as a surprise to him.
"Lanius..."