Ladykiller

Let's get to killing, sweetheart. { Independent RP blog for Axton from Borderlands 2 }

[autoguns]

iwanteverythingyougot replied to your post:Phew, how long was I out for? 

Shto? About 72 hours. Ol’ Slappy did a number on you, kid.

Aw, fantastic, you're still kickin'. Just what I wished for. 

[autoguns]

Phew, how long was I out for? 

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  Even though she had spent most of her life locked away from people in the confines of the Abbey, Maya was no longer a pure, ‘untainted’ (as Brother Sophis would preach) virgin goddess anymore. Once she had gotten off of Athenas, she wanted to experience everything she had been denied in the world as quickly as possible. Out the door went her status as virgin goddess, but none of her encounters had been filled with any kind of meaning other than her own desires. Her suitors had been discarded quickly, making her seem cold, but she was determined to explore and figure out what she wanted, just like she was going to find out about her siren lineage on Pandora.

This was different though. This kiss, these touches, they were slow and sure, and held a weight behind them that made her stomach flutter and skin buzz at the same time. It wasn’t like the rough, energetic dalliances she had before, with no real passion, just enthusiasm. If someone had told her when she had boarded that damn Hyperion train that one day, she would be sprawled in a bed inside an apartment in Opportunity in such an intimate position with the commando, there would have been no way she’d buy it. In fact, she most likely would have thrown whoever had said so out the door while moving at top speed.

But there she was. There they were. It was almost unbelievable, had they not experienced hell and back together. Her eyes never left him after their lips parted, the silver overtaken by her blown pupils. “I did too… once I realized I could actually get between you and your turret.” she quipped playfully. Even though the mood was filled with desire, her comfort in being around him just made saying things like that so natural. She credited it to their close bond, built through countless adventures on this planet, just like their teasing banter in fire fights.

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Axton laughed at that, a huffed, quiet thing half-muffled by the swell of her cheek. "Well, a man's got commitments," he joked, and planted a kiss on the center of her forehead. 

He sat up a kiss later and peeled his shirt off, discarding it beside the bed. He wasn't by any definition "ripped" but he was nicely toned and tanned from shoulders to hips, his torso all hard muscle and covered in splotchy scars where too many bullets had gotten him. He flashed her a wolfish grin, placed his hands on either side of her hips, and gave a slight squeeze. 

"Your turn, darlin'."

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  "They might lose their effectiveness if you do. Then you’ll have to find something else to help you seduce me." Her hands slipped from over his shoulders to under his arms for better access to his back. The broad expanse of muscle was was smooth under her touch, but firm and tantalizing beneath the material of his shirt.

Maya’s legs willingly gave way to let him settle comfortably on top of her, the steady pressure of his body against her both maddening and satisfying at the same time. Her body subconsciously arched in to his, craving more of his touch and body heat while her fingers moved nimbly down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging it upwards.

Something inside her shied away for a moment as she turned her face in towards him more, nuzzling against his manly features. After all the off hand comments and building sexual tension between them, ever since they met, something would finally come to fruition. A shiver ran through her body that she couldn’t repress, and frankly didn’t care to. That one last boundary was left, but not for long. Slowly,her lips found his, initiating a careful, tender kiss that she had been denying herself for far too long.

[autoguns]

Kissing Maya was an indescribable pleasure that Axton vowed, from that second forth, he would have to frequently allow himself. 

Her lips were soft and tender and felt like the perfect compliment to his own- slightly chapped and impatient. The hand that had been roaming her chest now tangled in her hair, fingers knotting between blue locks, the pad of his thumb tracing cheek to jawbone. It had been a long, long time since Axton had kissed anyone, and now it felt like he could be content to kiss for the rest of his life. 

He didn't know how many minutes had passed when he finally pulled away for a brief break- he didn't care. "I've thought about kissin' you," he paused to kiss the corner of her mouth, "For too goddamn long." Since I saw you, he thought, keeping the words to himself. 

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  A small sigh escaped her parted lips once his touched her jaw, his slight stubble rubbing her delicate skin in a pleasant way. Her touches became firmer as she rubbed his shoulders slowly, reveling in the feeling of his hand slowly wandering her stomach. The muted heat and feeling of skin on skin contact through her thin tank top was a cruel tease, slowly arousing her the more it was prolonged.

"I would have, but you brought me flowers." If they were anywhere else but Pandora, Maya would have been considered extremely easy. Flowers weren’t considered a grand gesture anywhere else, but here? On the barren, deadly planet that Pandora was, flowers weren’t common. You couldn’t just find them anywhere, even if Opportunity was going to have a future in botany. The sentiment behind something as delicate as flowers when they were used to standing side-by-side or back-to-back on a daily basis, firing out round after round of leaden rounds in to things that would bleed profusely, it meant more to her than she would willingly admit.

She took a slow breath, his scent heavy and overpowering from being so close. Her hand trailed up his neck with the barest touch, feather light and almost non-existent, stopping only at his strong jaw to cup it gently, “Yea, definitely fine.”

[autoguns]

Axton stared at her for a moment, mildly amused, and said "I'll have to bring you flowers more," and then he was back to his silent appreciation. 

His lips coasted along her neck until they reached her clavicle, where he scraped his teeth against the skin. He continued straight down her sternum, pressing a kiss to the top of each breast, his wandering hand cupping one. Axton shifted one of his legs to push hers apart so that he could settle directly above her and grant himself access to both sides of her body. He sighed as he worked his way back to her jaw, utterly content; this felt good, natural, and he didn't want to admit it, but if this went as far as he was hoping it would, she'd be the first since Sarah. 

Things were moving fast. He was half-surprised he hadn't been phaselocked because Maya was known to make a habit out of being a goddamn sadist, but at the same time, it all felt long overdue. 

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  "Hmmm, yea. Don’t want my flowers to die by accident. I like them too much… the person who gave them to me is alright too." Her voice was low and soft as her hands slowly raised to lightly trace along the sleeves of his tee shirt. The touch was light, but still firm, and slowly worked higher to rub at his shoulders. She’d be a liar if she ever said his arms weren’t distracting as hell whenever he flexed. The rest of him was equally distracting as well, but his arms, his hands… They’d been there to pick her up countless times. They were strong, dependable, safe.

"You know…" she gave the door a glance quickly, then turned her attention back to him, "The couch probably isn’t that comfortable. And I have this huge bed…" Her fingers were delicately tracing at the collar of his shirt now, unhindered by any pesky dog tags or it. She gave him a meaningful look, hopefully getting her point across sufficiently without words.

[autoguns]

And that- That was all the encouragement he needed. Axton successfully repressed the shiver that her fingers nearly pulled out of him, and with a content grunt and the smallest hint of a crooked smirk, he bowed his head and pressed his lips to her jaw. 

One hand was enough to keep him adequately balanced, which was a blessing because the other was occupied on Maya's body, curling around her hips, squeezing, palming up to her stomach to flatten against it. To say that he liked her in civvies was a vast understatement, because being able to actually feel her beneath her thin tank top was amazing. She was soft and warm and welcoming, and he loved it. 

"You weren't ever gonna make me sleep on that couch," he said, matter-of-factly against her neck. "By the way- This fine with you?"

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  "Hmm.. I don’t know," she pondered out loud as she stood in the middle of the room. It was sparse, the furniture being the only kind of decor really. Something about the clean lines and crisp monochrome color scheme. The only real hints of color in the room came from her discarded combat suit and their bodies and current clothing.

Maya took a few steps towards the window, but then turned and walked towards the head of the bed. She crawled towards the middle of the headboard and sat the pitcher slightly off center to someone viewing from the foot of the bed. After fluffing and carefully spreading the delicate blooms, she turned and flopped back, leaning against the sturdy headboard. The flowers were visible over her left shoulder, the bright petals complimenting her own azure locks. Her legs were sprawled leisurely in front of her as she watched him like a hawk. “How’s that look?”

[[this is how i imagine her room with the bed and then the wall of floor to ceiling windows along one side but the bed obviously is all white and fluffy and luxurious]]

[autoguns]

Axton surveyed the set up for a moment, trying to keep his gaze as far from predatory as he could, even though he hardly looked at the flowers. "Delicious-- I mean, great. Looks great. Good placement." He grinned as if that'd make up for his poor word choice, and coolly took one step towards the foot of the bed before he climbed atop as well. 

"Think they'd, uh..." he paused, moving so that he was to her right, and stretched over her, "Do a little better farther back." He pushed the pitcher back a few inches, and a little more towards the left. "Wouldn't wanna, y'know... break the pitcher in your sleep or somethin'." Lamest excuse he'd probably ever given to get on top of a girl before, and yet, he couldn't care less. 

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  Maya breathed in the soft fragrance of the flowers for a moment before humming pleasantly as she answered him, “Some where. There were a few that were actually skirts and tops. The skirts were usually long, but sometimes the fabrics were sheer. But the shirts were cropped most of the time. They were pretty, always embroidered and jeweled… ‘truly god-like’” She mimicked one of the brothers voices with that phrase, then made a disgusted sound before moving away, “I should find a place for these.”

A few glances around left her unsatisfied with a location, leaving her only the choice to head over to her bedroom. She paused in the door and glanced back over her shoulder, hesitating barely a beat before giving him a coy look, “I think I’m going to put them in here. You could help me pick a spot for them.” And with that she disappeared through the door.

[autoguns]

Now he was no expert, admittedly, but the tone of her voice made the invitation sound a little less than innocent and after a few quiet seconds of dumbfounded, internal debating, he decided that there was no way in hell he was going to decline. Of course, he may have just been being hopeful. 

Axton pushed himself off of the table, pushed a hand back through his hair- which was in need of a cut by now, honestly- and trotted after her like an excited puppy. The room was spacious, though it likely looked larger than it was due to the blankness of the walls. The bed was absolutely huge, and the broad mirror over the dresser made everything look twice as big. He wasn't sure if he should shut the door or not, so he left it open. 

"You've really got it made," he whistled, glancing over to the huge glass window. "I'd put 'em there, on the sill."

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  She was unable to stop her eyes from rolling as she turned to him with the pitcher that was now filled about two thirds of the way. His ego was harmless, at least here, on the battlefield that would be a debate, but it didn’t mean she needed to feed it purposefully.

"Yea yea, don’t let it go to your head soldier boy, just put the flowers in the vase. Pitcher. Thing. Whatever." Maya walked over to him and stood close, motioning with the pitcher in her hands.

"I’ve work dresses before. And skirts too. More traditional stuff though for ceremonies and festivals. But y’know, it counts." she said, huffing a little.

[autoguns]

Axton pursed his lips to avoid saying something inappropriate- not that half of what came out of his mouth was appropriate- but some things were pushing it. His expression, however, was mischief as always. He cleared his throat and shook it off, letting the flowers sink into the pitcher, mumbling a quiet "there we go" as he spread them out. 

He pushed himself to sit fully on the table now that the vase was set. "Traditional? What, like, ankle-length? No skin? Those don't count."

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  "Yea well, as comfortable as they might be, they don’t really offer any protection against bullets or exploding barrels of toxic elements." she said off handedly, almost in a ‘duh’ manner. She finally pulled out a large, tall glass pitcher, "Aha, this will work."

After flipping the cold water tap on the faucet, she let it run for a while to get it refreshingly chilled, but not too cold, and then set the pitcher under it. A quick glance back had the siren distracted, it wasn’t often she had the chance to admire his admittedly fantastic physique without the normal combat ready clothing he wore.

The black shirt was particularly appealing as it clung to his well muscled body, and only when the pitcher overflowed in to the sink was she able to tear her eyes away. Not before noticing him taking off his dog tags and that notorious ring though. Cursing lowly she turned back and quickly shut off the running water before tipping the pitcher carefully to pour some of the excess out, “Ah, shit.”

[autoguns]

Well, that little accident had his smug grin stretched from ear to ear. He scooped up the bouquet once again and half-sat atop the table, his legs folded neatly at the ankles. 

"Well now, didn't mean t'distract you," he teased. "And on the subject of civvies- way things are goin', hopefully one day we'll even be able to wear 'em out in Overlook. I hate going to that pub in uniform. And hey, maybe we'll get you a dress. Sure you'd love that." His tone was almost pure sarcasm; he couldn't even picture Maya in a dress.

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  She broke out of her reminiscing and walked away from the door and in to the small kitchen. “I don’t know if I have a vase, but there might be a tall glass or something I can put them in somewhere in here…” Maya paused for a moment and looked back over her shoulder and shot teasingly, “If you’re staying you won’t need to see the bedroom, the couch is out here.” She turned back around and rummaged through the upper cabinets, standing on her tip toes and causing her shirt to ride up, exposing her midsection.

[autoguns]

"Ice cold, darlin'," he shot back, idly rummaging through the tote that he'd discarded on the couch. He kept his eyes mostly on her, though- maybe a little too long, raking over her bottom and that smooth strip of exposed skin over the small of her back. 

"Civvies suit you," he finally said, casually, unsnapping the various cargo straps that held all of his equipment in place so that he could peel off his shirt. He traded it for a standard black t-shirt, maybe a little too fitted, and kicked his equipment into a pile next to the couch. His tags- and the ring attached to their chain- he set on top of the table. 

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  "Hm. I haven’t had a chance to really explore. I got here last night and crashed right away… I really need to thank Angel because that bed feels like an endless cloud made out of down feathers." Maya said as she closed the door and then leaned against it. She watched him throw his bag on the couch that was made out of some kind of soft, synthetic black fabric and possibly that fancy foam stuff.

"It is really nice. Kinda weird to think I live here now.” Her voice was thoughtful as she contemplated how much she had missed simple things like plumbing and not needing to have a gun within reach at all times. “We had walls this white at the Abbey… but it was during festivals. The Brothers would drape the walls in hundreds and hundreds of perfect white sheets. At the peak of the festivities everyone would throw this brightly pigmented dust everywhere.” The siren smiled fondly, slightly lost in one of the good memories she had from her captive life. “The people were so happy. At the end of the day everyone was a moving canvas.”

[autoguns]

It was... cute, watching Maya reminisce. Axton could hardly imagine such a scene himself, but she looked blissful, like it was one of the best moments of her life. He found himself wishing he could've experienced it with her, or that one day she'd have a Pandoran memory that would put a similar smile on her face. He gave a small, soft smile of his own. 

"Sounds incredible. And you'll have to show me the bedroom," he waggled his eyebrows, "But first- gotta place I can put these?" He held up the bouquet. 

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  She arched a brow at his profession of being ‘the best house-warmer this side of the galaxy’ but didn’t say anything otherwise. Her normal, fond smirk took over, but was quickly replaced by surprise when the beautiful bouquet of flowers was presented to her. Bold blue roses with delicate white daisies, their colors vivid and fragrance already wafting towards her. She was at a loss for words for a moment, finally gathering her wits once more to ask curiously, “Where did you get those? They’re way too nice to be on Pandora.”

Her eye was finally caught by the bag he had brought with him. She blinked and then looked back up at his face, amused.

"Sure. Doesn’t look like you came prepared to take no for an answer anyway."

Maya stood aside for him to enter, tilting her head slightly to one side, wondering what had prompted this unexpected visit.

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"They're growin' 'em in Opportunity," he winked. It really was remarkable how quickly the city had transformed. It looked almost legitimate, like one of the bright cities of old Earth. 

Axton dragged himself through the doorway and waited for Maya to shut the door behind him before he threw his bag over to the couch. He looked about the room and whistled. 

"She sure did set you up somewhere nice, didn't she? Haven't seen walls this white since... Well, come t'think of it, I don't think I've ever seen walls this white."

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

[blight-phoenix]

  The ringing of her doorbell took Maya by surprise. She wasn’t expecting anyone, in fact, she hadn’t told anyone about the her new living arrangement. So naturally, she assume it was Angel. After a wary start, they were beginning to become more comfortable with each other, and starting to talk. With a groan, she rolled out of the warmth of her bed and made her way to the door. The apartment itself was medium in size, not small, but not overly large for one person.

Maya approached the door, tugging her tank top to resemble a slightly less rumpled mess before greeting her guest. When a more familiar voice spoke from the other side though, her assumption was proven wrong. She opened the door to reveal Axton on the other side looking rather pleased with himself. Her mind briefly remembered having turned off her ECHO communicator after arriving in the city last night, relishing the cut off from the rest of the world for a short while.

"Axton." she said, surprised, yet it wasn’t a question or exclamation. It felt almost natural that he would be standing there in her door, uninvited. Not that she wouldn’t have invited him though, she had been planning on inviting everyone over sooner or later. Y’know, once she was settled in, or at least somewhat more adjusted to living here. "You’re here." She eyed him and the arm held behind his back somewhat suspiciously, even though a small smile was working its way to her lips, "How are you here?"

[autoguns]

He didn't want to admit that he'd been worried about her, so he wasn't going to, and flashed her an easy, crooked grin instead. "Angel told me you were tryna hide, thought you could use a house-warming party, y'know? So I invited myself. Best house-warmer this side of the galaxy."

He produced the flowers from behind his back with a small bow and a smug smile, and it was only then that the Dahl-issued tote became obvious on his arm; He was planning on staying the night. 

"Y'busy or can I come in?"

[blight-phoenix]

Bright Lights, Big City

The view from her new apartment was fantastic,  with Opportunity laid out on one side and the ocean on the other. The strange,  out of body feeling of not having to wake up and immediately reach for your pistol out of sheer force of habit was foreign. Even in Sanctuary it seemed like there was always some urgent matter springing from nowhere,  interrupting their few and far between chances at having a few hours of peaceful sleep. Of course they were still on Pandora,  so she wasn’t so naive to think there was no danger here. There was just something about the apartment that Angel had offered her that put her at ease.

Her bed, her big, soft bed had the perfect view of the rolling waves out of the ceiling to floor glass wall. The siren had been apprehensive at first, having such a thing in her most personal living quarters,  but the room was out of sight from the buildings around her thankfully.  The soft sounds of the sea drifted in through the partially open door to the small balcony facing the sea as well,  soothing the blue haired siren subconsciously,  reminding her of her rather extravagant quarters back at the Abbey. Looking back, her possessions and way of living had always been uncharacteristic of a monastic lifestyle.  The Order had insisted it was the doing of the people of Athenas, wanting their ‘goddess’ to live comfortably.

Right.

There was no point in thinking about it now and angering herself while she should be enjoying Angel’s generosity.  Her battle suit lay discarded on the chaise lounge across the room while she sat on her bed in a casual pair of shorts and a tank top.  Maya ran her hands over the fluffy white comforter,  the whole place was designed in white, gray and black with very modern, clean style to match the rest of the city. It wasn’t homey by far, not well lived in like the Raiders HQ,  but it had its own charm, especially as the evening sun burned its spectrum of fiery hues in through the glass,  turning white to orange and pink and crimson.

A sigh left her lips as she flopped back in to the downy comforter and sea of pillows, not quite sure what to do with herself that didn’t include  guns or risking her life in one way or another.

[autoguns]

It had taken a while to find out where exactly Maya was lodging. It had been by Angel's good graces that he had found out at all, though she had denied his request for an extra key to said lodging, stating that Maya would think of it as an "invasion of privacy" and "a little creepy". 

But there he was, rocking on his heels outside of her door. 

She'd declined to answer the past few times that he'd called, and Axton had assumed it was probably for purposes of the "do not disturb" variety, and he was still sure he was right on that. She wanted a vacation as much as he did. But, hey, what's a good vacation without a strong, smart, and sexually attractive man to share it with? 

He held a bouquet of blue roses and clean white daisies behind his back with one hand, and rang the doorbell with the other. "Knock knock, darlin'."

[autoguns]

All of the symbols for you too now ;)

✉  2 AM text

Can't sleep. Hate doin' missions solo. Hope you're sleeping well, at least.

✘ unsent text

You know anywhere I can sell this ring? 'Sides Marcus?

☠ threatening message

If you get yourself addicted to eridium while you're gone, I'm gonna sell you over to Dahl and buy myself a pardon. And then I'll skin you. 

❤ lusty/loving/affectionate message

Y'know, darlin', you can tell me if you're borrowing my clothes. They all smell like you. Not that I mind. 

♣ drunk message

Ssssshit, Mayamayamaya, I need ya, a'ight? 'M gonna... come over, I need y'real bad. Real bad. Help m'sleep-- [end transmission] 

[blight-phoenix]

Hey darlin'- Thought we might jump the gun on that date a little bit. Now a good time?

Sure, not like I’ve got anything else going on… and now I probably shouldn’t have said that because knowing our luck, Henry will probably show up out of nowhere and hand us our asses.

[autoguns]

<stares at her for a long while, slowly mirroring a similar look, a grin taking over> Y’know, fuck the beach. I say we find a room. With a hot tub. We’ll share it.

Innocently, of course. 

[blight-phoenix]

*turns to him* Innocently? Well that sounds boring. *smirks* Whatever happened to that bottle of whiskey?

*glances towards the shore* We could still go to the beach first.. and then find a room. *innocent gaze*

[autoguns]

I've still got it. <barks out a laugh> It's up to you, darlin'. Lead the way, wherever you feel like goin'. Looks like there won't be a real club open for some time, anyway.