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Re: Suppression - F!LW/Butch - [2/?]
Date: 2012-05-18 11:01 pm (UTC)“I...I don’t want any,” she finally muttered. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in.
“Don’t matter. Drink it or I’ll pour it down your throat.”
Her arm was loose and almost looked jelly-like when she snatched it from him. She winced at the odor when she brought it to her mouth but slurped it down without any more complaints. More and more of the amber liquid went down her throat and she bit back her spluttering coughs. He saw a few of those wimpy tears run down her stained cheeks even though it looked like she was trying to hold it back now.
“There. See, don’t you feel better?”
She gave him the coldest look she’d mustered since they ran into each other back in their diaper days. “Another one.”
He glanced at his personal stash. “Wh-”
Without waiting for his permission, she reached out and snatched the bag and brought it to her lap. The bottles clinked and he protested, not wanting to give her more than she really needed. But she ignored him – she was good at that. With a wary eye she popped open another bottle and sucked it down, stifling the hiccup that almost brought it all back up. He watched her in annoyance but didn’t say anything, not wanting another punch on his bruised jaw from the fight they had earlier.
She cried some but drank a lot more, drowning everything in the booze. He’d done the same thing more than once and he knew it helped. Seeing her blubbering like that but trying to hide it while stuffing all those feelings in empty bottle after bottle...he envied her. Hadn’t felt that good in months and here she was, pouring it all into what he’d saved up.
“Fuckin’ idiot shouldn’t have just run up here anyway, what was he thinkin’? Should’ve went to the Brotherhood or somethin’. Or just waited back in Paradise Falls for you since you’d already been there to free those little dweebs. He knew they exploded when he got too far, they were just playing with him. And you? You don’t know about that stuff, especially collars. He deserved it for trying to rely on someone else.”
Re: Suppression - F!LW/Butch - [3/3]
Date: 2012-05-18 11:03 pm (UTC)He couldn’t take any more. Not with her so mad and miserable. So he did what girls liked best. Moved close enough to put both of his hands on each side of her face and kissed her hard.
Her lips were a little dry but it still felt nice. He’d wanted to do it for so long, too. Ever since she popped him one after he tried to knock that damn BB gun out of her hands down in the reactor room. He hadn’t gotten a chance ‘til now because she frustrated the hell out of him but with her liquored up and so sad and angry he felt it was just the right time. And she tasted good because of the alcohol, the sweet smell of whiskey filling his nostrils and reminding him of home under the Simu-Sun.
She didn’t push him away but swayed, trying to focus in but letting the poison do its work. “What the hell...is wrong with you...?”
He smirked. “But it felt good, right?”
No answer. He couldn’t tell if the dull color in her cheeks was from the kiss or if it was the pile of fifths she’d been nursing. To be honest he didn’t really care; just knowing that it was attributed to him in one way or another was worth it.
And so, he pulled himself a seat next to her on the jagged rocks and popped open a scotch for himself, toasting to the idea that they could keep drinking their fill of heartaches for as long as they trekked the Wastes together.
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Re: Suppression - F!LW/Butch - [3/3]
Date: 2012-05-24 05:44 pm (UTC)