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Re: Silver Tongue [1c/?]
Date: 2012-07-22 07:55 am (UTC)She gave an exaggerated sigh, then leaned back against the sink, her arms resting behind her and chest pushed out. “I guess not, since you'll hardly look.” There was no edge on her voice, so carefully softened. It was not her day-to-day tone. Her eyes traveled down to Charon's clenched fist, and he relaxed it immediately. The girl glanced back up at him, expression betraying nothing.
“No, it's nice,” he said. “Really. Stockings are a nice touch.”
“Hmm.” She cast her eyes wistfully into the mirror. “Come here a moment.”
The ghoul took a reluctant few steps forward. He could smell clearly the powdery musk of her makeup, soap, and a subtle bite of perfume.
One-oh-One pushed herself up so she was seated on the edge of the sink, just a little bit closer to eye height with her companion. Her eyes glanced down briefly but it was so quick he couldn't guess what she was looking at. She pulled her hair over to one side of her shoulder, exposing her neck. “And the perfume?”
Charon nodded. “I can smell it from here.”
The vault girl looked up at him through her eyelashes. “But how does it smell up close?”
The ghoul leaned in and inhaled. “Just fine.”
One-oh-One turned her head ever so slightly and, in a whisper, asked. “You promise?” He could feel her breath on his neck.
“Yeah.” Charon straightened. The girl smirked, but before he had a chance to wonder what about, she had slid her hand over the front of his trousers to feel the erection underneath. He sucked in a breath at the brief contact.
“Just had to check that you weren't simply being polite.” Charon narrowed his eyes at his employer and her cocky smile. After a moment, the vault girl placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Well, I ought to be getting ready then.” She scooped up her dress and exited to the bedroom to check herself in the larger bureau mirror. As she walked, the muscles in her thighs flexed and her hips swayed unlike any way she walked in her wasteland armors.
Charon stood in the bathroom doorway, watching.
The girl admired herself in the mirror for a moment, before looking back. “What are you doing?”
“Just watching.”
“You look like you want to do more than just watch.”
Charon sipped his beer. “Do I?”
One-oh-One smiled. “Felt like it too.”
The ghoul gave her a hard stare. “I know what you're playing at.”
“Do you?”
“It's not going to work.”
“I'm certain I don't know what you're talking about,” she said, the innocent tone unconvincing. One-oh-One sat on the bed and crossed her legs slowly. “From what I felt, I would have thought you'd enjoy me like this. I know it must be hard to even tell most of the time out there, but believe it or not, I do understand how to act like a lady.”
He wouldn't have believed it had it not been right in front of him. Charon had seen her crouched by a fire to cook a wasteland dinner, had watched her duck and run during fire fights, and had seen her weasel her way from many things with words, but Charon had never seen her hint at any real semblance of sexuality. But there she was, in the sexiest getup, with all the poise of a pre-war pin-up.
One-oh-One shrugged. “I had thought perhaps, instead of the filthy wastelander I normally am, you'd enjoy undressing a woman.”
Charon took a deep breath, the feeling of arousal twisting in his belly at the suggestion.
“Of course,” she said, tilting her head down in mock-coyness. “I'm also very talented at a different kind of filthiness.”