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Re: F!Courier + Vulpes, "Mr. Foxtrot", 1/1
Date: 2012-07-31 05:24 pm (UTC)“Silence, degenerate,” Vulpes hissed. The smirk grew wider on Benny’s face.
“Hey!” the Courier snapped her fingers, “To me! Don’t have your eyes wandering around the room when you’re dancing with a partner, that’s rude!”
“Mars forbid I appear to forget my manners,” Vulpes said through gritted teeth.
“And try not to look like you want to smash my head open. Girls don’t like that.”
“Hey, I know what a broad likes,” Benny piped up again, dodging the next swipe which came his way, “Seriously, baldie, I’ve got three hours left until death comes a knocking and I’d love to teach Mr. Lead Foot how to dance. It’s my dying wish; you gotta let me at him!”
“No!” Vulpes almost shouted before he could stop himself, hearing the panic in his voice. “No, no, I’ll dance with the Courier, not-”
“Do think I’m a fucking idiot? Like you wouldn’t take the opportunity to run for it?” Caesar sneered at the Chairman.
“Scouts honour, I’d dance with your man until sunrise!” Benny said, “I’m just dying to stretch my legs, come on, Baldie, I know you’d love to see my shake my theng-”
The smack across his face was harder than the others and blood split his grinning smile. He spat a red drop onto the floor. “Amateurs,” he muttered.
“Side step, cha cha cha,” the Courier murmured under her breath, guiding Vulpes to stop glaring at Benny. She could see him going redder and redder.
Remind me why they call him Mr. Fox again,” a Praetorian guard muttered to his companion.
“Maybe we should start calling him Brahmin Inculta,” Caesar suggested.
“Footwork, seriously” she snapped, “I’ve had more graceful dances with Yes Man!”
“Hey, Yes Man is a fine piece of engineering, I resent you comparing him to this footless wonder,” Benny rebuked. Vulpes cringed as he trod on the Courier’s foot.
“Brahmin Inculta,” he heard the word echo around the tent as his cheeks got redder and redder. With agony, he realised the first song had only just finished and there was still hours of this torture yet to go. He was going to have to pick up his feet pretty soon otherwise the new nickname was going to stick.
Re: F!Courier + Vulpes, "Mr. Foxtrot", 1/1
Date: 2012-08-01 06:32 am (UTC)Re: F!Courier + Vulpes, "Mr. Foxtrot", 1/1
Date: 2012-08-02 03:04 am (UTC)Re: F!Courier + Vulpes, "Mr. Foxtrot", 1/1
Date: 2012-10-17 07:25 am (UTC)Brahmin Inculta.
Excuse me, I must weep quietly and reflect deeply on this fine piece of literature.
Re: F!Courier + Vulpes, "Mr. Foxtrot", 1/1
Date: 2014-01-03 06:19 am (UTC)Re: F!Courier + Vulpes, "Mr. Foxtrot", 1/1
Date: 2014-01-03 01:24 pm (UTC)