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[assjerky]

CLOSED RP POST with okiedokies art by pignk

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[okiedokies]

Her brows lifted towards her hairline before she smiled at him, looking amused. "My cute little behind?"

Oops, maybe she shouldn't have asked him about that out loud even though she doubted he meant anything by it. He liked to call her all sorts of terms of endearment but mostly for mocking reasons, so she wasn't going to assume that he had thought about her 'behind' at all. After all, why would he?

"Fine, then I wouldn't have done it. At least not that time," she answered him honestly, figuring she might have let him suffer if there had been another time when he had done something to cross her and she could have saved him.

Pushing herself to her feet, she started to brush her backside off, not aware of him drawing closer until he was in front of her and catching her chin with his hand. Her eyes widened a touch as her lips parted at the same time, confusion clear on her face until she realized that he was checking her to see if she was feeling the effect of radiation yet. Still, she swallowed thickly, not pulling away though she nodded slightly. "Okay."

[assjerky]

The Ghoul didn't appear the least bit fazed by her clarification, merely raised an eyebrow at her. He said what he said and he stood by it.

That little look on her face, though. That right there was a problem waiting to happen. He canted his head to the side and ran the glove sheathed pad of his thumb along the curve of her chin, the tip tracing the edge of her bottom lip. "Now you gonna wanna be careful, lookin' at a fella like that, Vaultie," he advised in a tone that promised all manner of dangerously delightful things. "Might make a man wanna commit a sin or three."

[okiedokies]

Lucy wasn't sure if it was her heart pounding in her ears or if there was something going on outside but she couldn't help the shiver that crawled up her spine when his voice took on a low tone that did interesting things to her insides. It was most definitely a problem waiting to happen.

She drew her bottom lip in between her teeth, wetting it before she let it go slowly, leaving it a touch shade darker than before as she looked up at him. When she spoke, her voice was soft and filled with the same promise tinged with just a touch of nerves. "Then you should be careful touching a woman like that. She might let that mean do one or all three."

[assjerky]

Truth be told, even with that wide eyed bordering on fuck struck stare, and that little flicker like she was disappointed he hadn't leaned in to kiss those pretty pink lips--he still kept thinking she'd have the expected reaction. She'd shoved his hand away, cringe back, shudder with revulsion, tell him he was touched in the head for even thinking she'd want his hands on her.

But it kept on not being at all expected, and being real interesting. Made him want to keep pushing--like he had before, only instead of trying to crack what he'd viewed as a wafer thin layer of a sugar facade, to see just how she'd react to satisfy his growing curiosity. "That so?" He stepped further into her space, free hand reaching behind them to brace against the wall, trapping her between his body and a hard surface. "Ain't even gonna ask what sins I had in mind?"

[okiedokies]

A small part of her thought that she should push him away, tried to remind her that this was a dangerous man to get entangled with and that there was a good chance that he didn't have the right intentions. The only issue was that she wasn't sure what her own intentions were or the outcome she wanted.

It felt impossible to breathe when he pushed her back, his presence sweeping over her as she took a step back when he stepped further into her space, crowing her back against the wall and keeping her trapped there with little more than an arm barring her escape. Not that she seemed intent on escaping as she looked up at him, her pulse racing faster. "What sins did you have in mind?"

[assjerky]

The Ghoul hummed thoughtfully and slid his hand from her chin to curl his hand lightly against the side of her neck, thumb trailing along the line of her jaw. "Well for starters, havin' those pretty pink lips wrapped 'round my cock," he replied bluntly, casting his head, figuring she might finally snap out of it if he was vulgar enough. "Seein' if you was tellin' the truth 'bout not bein' a moaner while I get a real good taste of ya. You taste as sweet as you act, Vaultie?"

[okiedokies]

It felt like they were playing chicken and with fire all at the same time, maybe even fiery chicken. Lucy wasn't sure as it was hard to think when he slid his hand to the side of her neck, touching her further as she wanted to lean into him. Maybe she was doing just that with her words as she felt her cheeks warm at his vulgarity but she didn't pull away. Instead, she was lifting her chin, bringing their faces closer but not quite all the way as she met his gaze defiantly. "Maybe better."

[assjerky]

Damn if that response didn't make his mouth water up a bit. He hummed again, low and deep in his chest, tongue briefly sweeping out to wet his lips. "That so?" Fuck it. He ran his hand back into her hair and gripped a handful of it, tugging her head back more as he leaned in. "You aimin' to prove that, sweetheart?"

[okiedokies]

Lucy was fairly sure that she was losing her ever lovin' mind to be entertaining this but her gaze dropped, tracking the swipe of his tongue as he wet his lips. Then her breath hitched sweetly in surprise at the way he grabbed a handful of her hair, reminding her again that he wasn't a gentle man but she felt a low throb of arousal sweep through her at the thought. Maybe it was evident in the way her eyes darkened as she looked up at him, her voice softer. "You really do like to talk a lot, don't you?"

[assjerky]

"Maybe." His lips twitched with a smirk, and his hand tugged to angle her head back even more. He lowered his head, not to her lips, but to the side of her neck, the sharp ridge of bone that was all that was left of a nose dragging lightly against the unblemished soft skin, hot breath ghosting in its wake. She was still so damn soft, even after days in the hot sun on all that translucent skin. He bet she'd mark up real pretty. "Maybe I'm tryin' to give ya time to come to your senses," he murmured, pausing to nip at the spot where her pulse was fluttering madly. "Maybe I just wanna hear ya say you want me to fuck you."

[okiedokies]

There was a flicker of disappointment when he didn't kiss her but she didn't mind the way he leaned down to nuzzle at her neck. Yes, it felt strange since he didn't have a nose but she still didn't seem to mind as she tilted her head slightly, giving him easier access while her eyes drifted half closed. "Is that because you're hoping I'll come to my senses?" Then he wouldn't have to put the blame of stopping on himself and instead put it on her as another way to be angry with her?

"Yet," she eased back to look at him with a wide, serious gaze. "If you're wanting to have sex with me as some way of getting back at my father, then I'll have to respectfully decline. But if you're serious about wanting to, you know, then I might be inclined not to stop you."

[assjerky]

Maybe some part of him was hoping she'd come to her senses, just so she'd do something predictable. Just so he'd have some fuckin' part of her figured out.

But considering the remark she blindsided him with, didn't look like that'd be happening anytime soon. He eased back as well, and released her, planting his hand on the other side of her, effectively boxing her in. There was a brief flicker of something that moved across his face, something layered and hard to read; part of him had just enough audacity to feel a little insulted, maybe even stung. "Alright," he drawled, his tone a bit chilled. "Lemme be crystal fuckin' clear then. I wanted to use you to hurt your daddy, I'd bring you to him in little fuckin' pieces. I sure the fuck wouldn't babysit your ass across the desert on some vague hopes of gettin' you in bed so's I can tell him I fucked his daughter." Might've been a fucked up thing to say, but it was true. She wasn't here so he could use her. Not anymore.

He eased back from his leaning position, brow furrowed, something else she'd said concerning him in a very different and rather worrying way. "...I don't want you to 'not be inclined to stop me,' Vaultie. That sure fuck don't sound like enthusiastic consent. That how they raise ya'll up?"

[okiedokies]

Lucy could almost feel guilty when she watched the unnamed emotion cross his leathery face and she wondered if maybe she had wounded his pride or whatever honor he might have. Still, she was relieved to hear his argument that he would never have sex with her as a way of getting back at her father. "Well, to be fair, the last time I had sex with someone, they didn't have good intentions either. I just wanted to be sure that this was something we wanted for the right reasons."

Except then he looked concerned and she looked confused, shaking her head. "I didn't mean anything bad by it. I was raised to be very comfortable with sex."

"Look, I'm sorry, I let my mouth run away from me again," she told him earnestly as she lifted a hand to rest it against his chest, then slid it up higher to mimic his earlier move by cupping the side of his neck and brushing her thumb against his jawline. "I want you to..."

Damnit, did she have to actually say it? Swear word and all?

[assjerky]

Quick as a viper strike, he grabbed the hand touching his face and pinned it to the wall above her head, his fingers surprisingly gentle around her wrist for the speed of the movement. "I done told you already, Vaultie, I ain't much for lying," he murmured, laying his other hand on her waist, thumb caressing the exposed skin. "What do you want, sweetheart? Say it however the fuck you want to say it, but quit thinkin' so damn much and spit it out. Tell me to kiss you. Tell me to touch you. Tell me to fuck off. I told you what I want, so what the fuck do you want."

[okiedokies]

“I’m not lying,” she hissed softly, her eyes flashing as he pinned her hand. The look was much like it had been when they had ended up wrestling and she bit his finger off in the middle of it somewhere. Now she glared a little, her breathing a touch ragged as she knew what he wanted her to say. She knew she was dancing on a dangerous edge but then she tossed herself over. “I want you to do all that except fuck off. Kiss me, touch me, fuck me…”

[assjerky]

"There you are," the Ghoul growled in satisfaction, leaning down to claim her mouth in a rough, hard kiss. She tasted cola-spiced sweet, and he raked his teeth across her lower lip hard enough to sting before slipping his tongue between her lips for a better taste. His grip on her wrist lifted in favor of curling against the back of her neck, yanking her harder against him, the other still gloved hand running around her hip to fan his fingers out across her back.

[okiedokies]

There was a flash of a smirk when he growled at her, looking pleased before his mouth crashed against her own. She felt a flicker of surprise at the heat behind it but there was no hesitation on her part as she kissed him back hard and hungry. Almost as if she were battling him for dominance, her lips parting beneath his with a whisper of a moan before her tongue teased against his. As soon as he let go of her wrist, she was sliding her arms around him and arching closer as she sank beneath the pleasure of the kiss.

[assjerky]

When vices were all one had left to take any enjoyment in, one didn't do 'em in half measures. I do this shit for the love of the game applied to more than just bounties and heists. Granted, fucking wasn't usually on the list with chems and booze and gunfights, but if he still looked the way he had 200 years ago, it would've been. Most normal folk didn't want a ghoul anywhere near their most intimate parts, and in 200 years he hadn't actually made that many friends among other ghouls. The ones he had, never seemed to live that long.

The Vaultie having the tingles for him hadn't been expected, but he weren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Plenty other, better things he could be doing with it. One of which he was doing now, kissing her so deep he felt that high pitched, barely there moan on his tongue. Now they could do better than that, he thought, and shoved her coat off her shoulders insistently, started stripping off everything else under it impatiently. Part of him wished they hadn't found her all these layers of clothes yet. That vault suit might be ugly and full of bitter feelings for him, but if she'd still had it on, he'd have her tits out and in his hands and mouth already.

[okiedokies]

Having tingles for him was putting it mildly for how Lucy felt as she felt fluttery and hot all at the same time while he deepened the kiss like he was trying to consume her. It made her breathless and yet she couldn't break away for the life of her because if she was going to burn, she might as well go up in an inferno.

She rolled her shoulders to shrug off her coat but then she returned the favor as she pushed her hands against his shoulders, pushing his own coat back and off since she wanted it gone too. She broke the kiss long enough to help him undo the buttons of the vest, glancing down briefly before she looked up and crashed her mouth against his in another needy kiss. She wasn't thinking about which set of clothes would have gotten her naked faster, she just knew that she wanted his hands and his mouth on her wherever he wanted to put them.

[assjerky]

The tattered duster joined her coat on the floor, and since she was jerking at the buttons of her vest he moved his hands to give the fly of her pants the same treatment. He had them loose around her hips begging to be slid off when she jammed her lips back to his, but he couldn't find it in him to complain. He kissed her back, growled softly into that avid and greedy little mouth, and made a split second decision to switch directions. Rather than pulling her shirt open, he yanked his glove off and slid his hand down her belly and past the elastic of her little white panties, middle finger pushing through tight damp curls to roll his fingertip over her clit. His free hand gripped her jaw and throat lightly, keeping her mouth pressed to his while he played that sensitive little bud, hungry for another of those catchy whines to vibrate over his tongue and teeth.

[okiedokies]

Lucy drank down the little growl and felt dizzy for it, almost like she had found the forbidden wine and drank some before anyone could stop her. She suddenly yearned to hear that noise over and over again, sometimes lost in a mind-numbing kiss or against her ear at the most perfect moment. Then he was sliding a hand into her pants and her breath hitched as she grabbed onto him so she would stay upright when her knees nearly buckled at the feel of his finger sliding against her. The moan that was lost between them was needy as it vibrated from her tongue to his, her hips rolling towards his hand as she rocked closer, bordering on wantonly as she wanted more. Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, she arched closer, moaning again.

[assjerky]

That right there was what he wanted, all he wanted, his little killer grabbing onto what she wanted and fuckin' taking it. He broke his lips from hers so he could hear the sound she was making--all that noise she insisted she didn't make during sex spilling from her lips freely while she rocked and rolled against his fingers, greedy for more friction. He growled softly again, raked his teeth over her chin, her neck, her collarbone, then dropped unceremoniously to his knees to yank her jeans and panties down her legs. He didn't bother doing a neat and tidy job, either, getting one foot free and letting the material bunch around the other ankle. Her threw her leg over his shoulder and sealed his mouth over the slick split of her sex, tongue lapping at wet folds and swirling over her clit. Fuck, it had been a long fuckin' time since he'd eaten pussy, and she was right, the taste of her was even sweeter than her sugary smile and fluttering doe eyes. His eyes rolled back, lids flickering, a long and satisfied moan vibrating against her clit as he sucked and licked, her wet little cunt nearly as potent a high as the drugs he soaked in every day.

[okiedokies]

Lucy would be pretty sure that she hadn't insisted that she didn't make noises during sex, it was just that she hadn't before. It was different now though, it was almost like she couldn't stop the panting little breaths or the shaky moans she made as he drew his mouth away from hers. Tipping her head back, she let her eyes close at the growl and the way he raked the blunt edge of his teeth over her skin, leaving little red marks here and there while he worked his way down. She even helped as she wriggled beneath his hands, helping him to get her jeans and her panties down her legs, not really caring at the moment if it was done neatly or where they went.

"Oh fuck," the words were a strangled cry as he pressed his mouth against her sex, sending shocks of pleasure through her body as she scrambled to hold on again. One hand went to his shoulder, then the side of his neck while her other hand knocked his hat away so she could curl her fingers around the back of his head. There were more noises as she rolled her hips to grind herself against his mouth as he moaned, seeming to enjoy it as much as she did.

[assjerky]

Had he not been thoroughly absorbed in making a feast of her he might've chuckled that he finally got her to swear, easily and liberally, after weeks of gosh dangit and horsefeathers. A snarl ripped through him, a feral sound that might've been concerning in different circumstances, if it hadn't been accompanied by him gripping her hips to help her ride his face harder. Without his hat in the way he had an unobstructed view up her body through heavy lidded eyes, with her head thrown back, marks of his teeth glowing dark pink against pale skin. Fuckin' hells that was good. He tongue fucked her wet folds, then dragged the flat of his tongue to her clit and ran his hand around her hip, pressing two fingers into her and curling them, fucking her deep to work her inside and out. There was some twisted, dark pleasure in fucking her with her own finger, that delicate little smooth digit no doubt a contrast to his rough, hard callused middle finger. He doubted she'd notice in the moment, wanton little thing that she was.

[okiedokies]

Lucy barely registered the fact that she cursed or that he snarled his enjoyment of the heated moment they found themselves in. She barely registered anything but the onslaught of sensations, especially when he slipped two fingers into her, causing her inner walls to flutter and clench as she let out another broken cry. She was so close to the edge that she couldn’t breathe, her breasts rising and falling quickly as she tugged him closer and trembled just before she went over. She was loud and she didn’t care as found her release, flooding his fingers and his tongue without a care because it felt too damn good to worry about anything but the long minute of pleasure blanking out her mind and the rest of the world.