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Baby Is What He Calls Me 3/?
Date: 2012-04-23 02:16 pm (UTC)Sorry for constantly added tagges, Mods!
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No boys could make the courier feel like a swooning school girl like country boys could. And there was no cuter country boy in all of New Vegas then Private O'Hanrahan. Out of all the men she had met in her travels, be it wanderers, solider, or shopkeeper, O'Hanrahan was by far her favorite.
The courier walked over to the bench the said private was sitting on, two Sunsets Sarsaparillas in hand. She couldn't stand rest of the misfit's but put up with their less-than-pleasant attitudes for O'hanrahan. Poindexter was a pompous ass, Razz was always hopped up on one amphetamine or another, and although Mags meant well and was gracious for everything the courier did for the squad, she was still a bitch. The only person she truly enjoyed the company of was O'Hanrahan.
He looked up from the paper he had been reading and greeted the woman. "Howdy."
"Whatcha' doing?" She inquired seating herself next to him.
"Just thinkin'. I wander what that resort must look like on the inside."
"Nothing special, really. Tacky wallpaper and haughty soldiers. I guess that describes most of New Vegas. The beds are pretty nice though. Much better than Novac's."
"I've heard of that place, never been."
"Really? It's not too far. About half way from here and the Mojave Outpost."
"The commanders say we're not going in any battle until the Hoover Dam but in the meantime we have to stay on the camp site."
The courier scoffed. "That's not fair."
"Yeah, I think so too. I guess that's just how the NCR works."
The courier tried to think of ways to lighten the mood when the perfect solution finally popped in her head. "Hey, I wanna show you something. Come on." The courier led him by the hand to towards the camps exit with a large grin on her face.
"I'm not sure if I should leave post, Rosie." Although O'Hanrahan's tone was hesitant, his body continued to follow the couriers lead.
"If anyone has a problem with it they can talk to me," she patted the Fat Man strapped to her back, "and him."
"I guess so.. Where are we going?"
"You'll see!"
Baby Is What He Calls Me 4/?
Date: 2012-04-23 02:21 pm (UTC)"Come on, strip down. Unless you want to get your fatigues wet." With that the courier walked into the lake.
O'hanrahan gave in after a minute or two, and like the courier, stripped down to his boxers.
"Finally, I was beginning to think I would be going alone."
"Nah, just appreciating the view."
The courier giggled, glad to have him coming out of his innocent shell. "Then come with me, it's not too far from here."
The courier felt at ease as the water cooled her from the Mojave heat, with each stroke through the water she could see the caked on dirt and blood leave her skin. O'Hanrahan swam with the courier towards the deeper end of the lake.
"It's down here, hold your breath." The courier took his arm again and swam to the bottom.
They observed the odd looking machine at the bottom of the lake, taking in the structures of the old golf cart with childlike bewilderment. The stayed under the lake for only moments before returning to the surface to replenish their lungs with oxygen.
"So how did you find this?" O'Hanrahan inquired.
"I was looking for these things called fish when I came across it. Pretty neat, huh?"
He swam idle for a moment, thinking over what exactly a 'fish' might be before responding. "Yeah. What do you think it is?"
"I don't know. It sorta looks like those abandoned cars along the highway but.. different. I'm still trying to figure it out but no one seems to understand what I'm talking about." The courier shrugged before swimming back to the shore, O'Hanrahan following short.
The courier removed her underwear, the last article of clothing on her body and stretched across the sand.
"Why are you naked?" He asked the courier as he sat beside her, too bashful to look at her exposed skin.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm not getting inside of that outfit with soggy clothes underneath. Its bad enough when blood gets trapped inside." The courier looked at him, noticing that he was intensely staring at the now vacant water. She grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to look at her. "I suggest you do the same."
"Umm, I'm not sure."
The courier rolled her eyes and climbed over him to straddle his lap. "Fine then. I'll make you."
Baby Is What He Calls Me 5/?
Date: 2012-04-23 02:25 pm (UTC)The courier's fingers traced the defined muscles of his abdomen before dipping into his boxers. He inhaled a trembling breath as her dainty hand gripped his length. She began to slide down his body, pealing the cloth off his body and exposing him to her.
O'Hanrahan propped himself up by his elbows to see that the courier was doing but quickly threw his head back as her tongue slid along his manhood.
His mouth hung open as she encased his entire length with her mouth, applying pressure across the underside of his cock. His hand curled in the locks of hair on her scalp as her head began to bob. Each squeeze of her hand and flick of her tongue had his body on the edge.
Sensing his need for release grow stronger, the courier climbed back over to him, straddling his hips once more. She pressed his manhood up against her slick entrance, slowly impaling herself on his length.
The courier let a deep groan escape her throat as her hips settled against his. The feeling of being completely filled by him was making her body feel electrified as she began to move her hips .
O'hanrahan looked at the courier for a moment, skeptical at how he could have such a magnificent woman giving herself to him. Everything from the way she tossed her head back, to how her hips met him in perfect synchronization, to the way her plump lips separated to release a sweet moan had his enamoration for the girl grow deeper.
The courier looked down to catch his gaze, she smiled at the way his eyes glasses over in pleasure. She rolled her hips, rocking herself against.
It might not have been the rough and hard tryst she had been aiming for originally, but the closeness and compassion she felt from him more than made up for it.
The friction built up slow inside her until she began thrusting herself harder on him, increasing the pace dramatically. O'Hanrahan's breaths became shorter and more uneven with each stroke.
O'Hanrahan pulled the couriers head down to meet him, his lips embracing her swollen ones. She began to grind her hips forward, stimulation her bundle of nerves against his shaft
Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
Date: 2012-04-23 02:29 pm (UTC)The her inner muscles clutched down on O'Hanrahan's cock, prompting him to thrust harder. A few frantic thrusts and the courier hit her peak, holding onto the man beneath her for dear life. He groaned deeply, his hips bucked once more under her and she felt him release inside her.
For a while they just held each other, cheeks pressed together, no caring if they catched their breaths. The courier beamed up at O'Hanrahan, hands stroking his sweat shined body.
"So much for being dry, huh?" He asked while wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You think they even noticed we were gone?" She looked to him, not really expecting a reply, just wanting to gaze into his warm eyes.
"Nope. But let's not give them time to worry about it." O'hanrahan said before putting his clothes back on. The courier watched as he re-applied his NCR armor, only managing to placing her underwear on before he was finished.
"Your hair's a mess Private."
"You're still undressed Miss Courier." He retorted before throwing the forgotten leather armor towards the lounging girl.
"It's more fun that way."
The courier tugged the curve hugging armor back on her buzzing body. They slowly made their way towards the camp, not having a care in the world when the snipers gave them curious and lascivious looks. They stopped near the Misfit's tent, fingers still intertwined.
"I guess this is where I drop you off." The courier felt awkward being the one to say goodnight.
"I know. Where ya' headed off to next?"
"McCarran. Bitter Springs is in need major need, I just got reinforcements from here to help. I need to get McCarran and Forlorn's help, then hopefully Bitter Springs will be back on their feet."
"If it ever gets to be too much, there always a lake to wash the stress away."
"I might just take you up on that offer." The courier gave him a brief kiss before heading off towards McCarran.
Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
Date: 2012-05-03 06:11 pm (UTC)A!a
Date: 2012-05-06 03:31 pm (UTC)Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 6/?
Date: 2012-05-05 12:30 am (UTC)Amidst all the non-con I'm glad to see F!Courier get some carefree, non-angsty, enjoyable sex with some nice guys for a change. Brava!
Can you please do some McNamara soon?
My dirty mindThis meme's sorely lacking in that department. I can totally see him being good with his fingers.A!a
Date: 2012-05-06 03:30 pm (UTC)I already have about half of McNamara's part written so it will be up soon!
Finals are next week so I might be a little slow in posting, but I already have parts written out.
Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
Date: 2012-05-09 02:42 am (UTC)Characters: Elder McNamara
Kink: Oral, Stripping?
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The synthetic yellow lights of the bunker gave the couriers body a golden glow, causing the sun-bleached highlights of her hair shine with definition. She stood in front of Elder McNamara with a playful smile on her face.
"I've gotta surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise?" Nolan asked, genuinely curious at what her actions might be.
The courier neglected his inquiry. She just stood between him and the command console, hips slowly rocking in time with the jazzy tune emitting from her Pip-Boy.
The courier unzipped her leather jacket, with each slow tug more of the milky skin protected from the harsh Mojave weather was revealed. The zipper was left at the bottom of the zip chain, ample cleavage with plenty of room for imagination.
The couriers hips rolled smother as her fingers traveled down to the button of her tight pants. With a dramatic pop, her pants were open, hanging loosely against her curved hips.
With thumbs hooked in the belt loops of her pants, the courier slow shimmied them down her legs, moving her him slightly more than necessary to get the job done.
She look Nolan in the eyes as she unraveled the last of her jacket, leaving her in only a pair of black panties. He let out a surprised but approving groan, prompting her to continue.
The courier ran her hand over the smooth expanse of her abdomen and cupped her naked breasts before turning around and bracing herself on the console. McNamara ran a large hand down her spine, yanking the black cloth down her slender thighs, eager to explore the wonders of the girls body. Nolan moved her to the portion of his desk the remained empty of buttons and controls.
Although the courier was startled by his sudden action, it didn't deter her one bit. She spread her legs for the elder and he kneeled down in front of her. Feeling his breath ghost across her skin stimulated her further.
With both hands holding her thighs down, Nolan ran his tongue along her slit, careful to not give her took much of the pleasure she craved. His tongue slid down and into her entrance, circling the wet muscles before traveling back up to rest on her clit.
The courier let out a lustful moan as two of Nolan's fingers penetrated her, tongue rotating around her bundle of nerves.
Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
Date: 2012-05-09 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
Date: 2012-05-12 06:06 am (UTC)RE: Baby Is What He Calls Me 7/?
Date: 2016-09-06 11:32 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing!