7. to catch my muse naked for Keith and Sweetjane from the nsfw ask prompts?
Keith decides to pay a visit to make sure Sweetjane has settled in okay.
Featuring @voidthewanderer's Minuteman General Keith Smith.
Rating: XXX
Word Count: 2,986
Warnings: None other than vanilla spiced tea
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Keith was genuinely surprised she had taken him up on his offer. Sweetjane had "driven" her bus up into the Red Rocket near Sanctuary. There she had been mostly staying for the past few weeks or so. She had set herself up with a stall by the entrance of her bus. A wooden placard advertised what she was selling. Fortunes mostly, it seemed, with some odd nicnac. souvenir totchkes and kitsch items. Nothing that would truly be useful really in his opinion, but seemed to be the things that would make others happy for a bit. Under her bus, she had fashioned a sort of alcove with blankets. He quickly learned who this alcove was for.
The first night after she arrived, he could've sworn he heard a rattle near the front of the bus. She had told him about the molerat, and off in the distance he could see it patting the ground. She said his name was Remy and that he was unusual. She didn't say how he was unusual. He knocked on the door of the bus again. He couldn't see what was making the rattling. Was it something on her bus?
Sweetjane opened the door, but she looked past Keith and called out smiling, "Borous, you canaille garcon! Git unda the bus and stop givin' my friend hya de frissons."
Then Keith saw it behind him. The thing had the body of a wolf but wasn't a wolf, not exactly. It's body was covered in a mix of fur and scales and as he saw a tiny bit of the end of its tail, a snake's rattle.
"Général," Sweetjane said, acknowledging him for the first time that evening. "Dat dere was Borous. I done took are of most o' his kin fer ya, if ya didn't know. Invasive species ain't good fer de environment dat's already fucked up."
"What is he?" he said. Sweetjane shrugged.
"Some Couyon thought he could be like some scientist out west. Didn't have no coyotes hya I guess, so he used some wolves from Far Harbor. Done got dey DNA mixed with rattlesnakes and made Borous and a female. Female escaped and killed the coyoun. Now de trouble with female things is dey kin make more. Borous he was locked up when I found'im. Now he just follows me around. Venom's very potent and he's good at detectin' bad sorts o'people."
Keith nods. At least she's okay and settled. He has a short bit of coffee and conversation with her that night before leaving.
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A few weeks later, and Keith was at the door of her bus again. He had to leave soon because he had duties elsewhere. However, he wanted to let her know that she would still be welcome here. He knocked against the side of her bus' door, hearing some shuffling inside. Then she appeared before him… standing in the door of the bus, dressed only in a skirt that covered her feet. She looked at him as if nothing was remiss, waiting for an answer.
He blushed under his mask. "I can wait if you need to finish."
"Naw, ya can come in. I trust ya, or ya think I'd just open my door willynilly with my tits out for a stranger? 'Tis too hot outside fer me. I cain't wear anythin on my arms and such and de sun and my condition are not friends."
He walked up the short bit of steps as she disappears to the back and throws a shawl on over her shoulders. She was right, so once he was inside he slipped off hist coat and mask hanging them over the railing. She could see how red his face had turned, and not from the heat.
"Glad ta see ya. My shop's closed fer today but I don't mind seein' ya. Are ya hungry? Ain't got too much but probably could make some sort of sandwich or somethin'. Dere's radchicken boudin in de coola, some dirty rice too, if ya want."
"No, I don't need any of that. Thanks for offering. I kind of have somethin' I'd like to ask ya, if you don't mind."
She gives a shrug, the shawl slipping to her elbow. Keith waits a minute to gather his words. "I gotta go somewhere and I was thinking if… you'd like to come with me? You've no obligation to say yes, it's just it's a very long walk and I'd like someone to talk too during. I'm leavin' tomorrow if you would like to come."
Sweetjane thought for a minute before she said anything. "Sure, I'll come with ya. I've had ta make scav fer a while now."
Keith smiled as wide as his own scars would allow him to. She said yes! His bashfulness had turned to excitement.
Sweetjane had been standing by the chest of drawers for a long time, half expecting him to just kiss her already. That's one of the emotions that she had been feeling constantly for a while now, always confusing at first until she can identify it. She steps closer to the man before completely closing the gap between. If it was going to happen why not let it happen now?
She raises her lips eagerly to his, causing Keith to stumble backward in surprise. This he was not expecting. But just because he wasn't expecting it doesn't mean he didn't also reciprocate. When her tongue starts to prod at his lips, he is happy to oblige her. He boldly meets the thrust of her tongue, and the kiss deepens into something more erotic than he'd ever experienced. He samples the various textures of her mouth, sliding his tongue against her teeth, dipping into the dark nooks and crannies as though hunting for some hidden treasure. Sweetjane takes his bottom lip in between her teeth with a gentle tug. He brings his palms to gently cradle and turn her head just so, allowing himself more access to her mouth. He doesn't believe he had been kissed so thoroughly in his life.
Their kiss continues on. They pause only briefly for a few pants of breaths, their lips clinging together hungrily, melding them together.
His body feels like it's on fire, muscles rigid to keep himself in check. Fuck, he's so hard right now it hurts. They finally break the kiss with a gasp. Sweetjane's lips are damp and swollen, and he has a sudden brief picture of those same lips on his body. Finally he finds the words to speak, his voice raw with need. "If you want to stop, that's f-fine with me. But we should probably do that now before either of us goes any further."
Sweetjane slips her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, so close his lips brush hers lightly again. 'I want ya," she whispers against his lips. He leans back for a minute, gazing at her face as the full measure of her words sink in. Her blue-grey eyes are soft with invitation, there's a soft beguiling smile that he is finding sexy as hell. Keith leans his head forward, touching her nose playfully with his own. There was a look in his own ice blue eyes that said all he possibly couldn't in that moment. He's glad her bus isn't very long and he pulls her down by her bed, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose before letting her up again.
"Take off the skirt," he asks gently. "I want to see you and I don't think I can last much longer."
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and slowly slides the garment down, fixing her gaze upon his face. Slowly, she slides the garment over her hips and trailing of the tops of her thighs before letting it drop with a whisper at her feet. Keith could hear his own sharp intake of breath as she delicately steps out of the fabric. He admires the woman before him greedily — her sloping shoulders, a thin torso with tiny pointing breasts with dark almost wine colored nipples, the sight of her steels all thought. Her waist dips at the navel, gently flaring into generous but well-proportioned hips, sloping down to thick thighs and tidy calves. He was genuine surprised to see that most of the scarring was on her face. Two pale pink dots under her left nipple and a matching even older pair just under her right inner elbow. He thinks she might have been a mother once due to the surgically neat slash mark in between her navel and the triangular nest of dense cream colored curls. He turned even redder and raised his eyes to her face. There was something tugging at his gut, she looks so vulnerable. He doesn't want to rush her, even though his own desire has been screaming for her with every breath. Then he pulled her back down to him, which she follows willingly.
His lips were warm and soft, giving way to a kiss that is gentle, caring, and blessedly unhurried. She leans into the embrace, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, drawing strength from his body and more confidence from him with each loving caress. She genuinely appreciates that he is holding back, taking his time, enough that she swears she can feel him holding back. She sighs into the kiss as his hands stroke the base of her spine before cautiously kneading her thighs. Soon the kiss turns hot and frantic, his tongue insistent.
He pulls back to move his mouth to the middle of her throat, feeling her pulse's rapid wild beats. Sweetjane shivers as he moves up to her earlobe, give the soft flesh a gentle nip before kissing the joining of her jaw. Cautiously, he raises his hands to cover each breast in an open palm, thumbs stroking her nipples. When he couldn't stand it any longer, Keith lowers his head and takes one into his mouth. He kisses and suckles and tugs it gently between his lips, and smiling when the nipple buds.
Sweetjane raises her hands to slip her fingers through his hair. She guides him as he pays homage to each breast, cradling his face close. That's all she does for a moment, merely holding and guiding him as feelings start to wash over her. They are intense and erotic… and they scare her a bit. They warm her lower belly and start spiraling upward and outward. Then the feeling in her stomach turns hot and starts to congregate between her thighs. She doesn't know what to do with this feeling of incredible pleasure and anticipation. That is until Keith stops to awkwardly remove the rest of his own clothing.
An image of Joel comes to her head as she watches him, which she gives a small shake to remove, making it look as if she had just shivered into anticipation. Sweetjane reaches out to touch Keith in reassurance, running her fingers through the sparse curls that had a few lines of scarring cut through. They weren't as extensive as the ones on his face, and seemed to line up with the few along his forearms. Now wasn't the time for her to ask what happened him, though it did intrigue her. She instead trails one hand over his sensitive stomach, delighting in the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch.
"Touch me," was all he said. She complies, lowering her hand to where the hair grows denser.
Keith screws his eyes shut as her soft fingers closed around his flesh. All he could hear in the moment was the blood roaring in his ears as she begins a gentle lover's caress. It wasn't long until he was fully hard and ready for her. He grips her wrist to still her hand, before raising it to his face and kisses her open palm.
He eases her back onto the bed, following as she gently lays back, the mattress creaking as it dips under the unfamiliar weight. He moves his mouth to kiss each breast, before continuing in small pecks down to her navel, dipping and swirling his tongue around her belly button. As he kisses his way over her stomach, his hands never quiet, stroking her soft round flesh. Finally, he probes between her thighs and dips his fingers inside. Keith grins as wide as he could when he finds what he wants.
"Sweetjane," he moans, the electric blue eyes glittering in the setting sun. She doesn't respond, only giving a loud sigh as his fingers make contact with the bud of her desire. Sweetjane's flushed thighs fall to the side as she arches against his hand as he works magic over her. He whispers words of encouragement against her throat… some sweet and tender, most where the fantasies he had had about her over the past few weeks. It wasn't long until she was sent over the edge as a shiver of absolute bliss shimmies itself up her body.
His mouth follows the same route as his hands, breath both tantalizingly hot and cool on her thighs. The touch of his tongue against her is so light, she could almost believe she imagined it. Her hand creeps down to grasp the back of his head, pulling him closer. He smiles against her before raising his head, causing her to whimper at the loss of contact.
"Could you…" he stutters for a moment, "Could you put your legs over my shoulders."
His mouth returns after she acquiesces. This time he's more urgent, allowing his tongue to alternately probe as deep as he could inside and flick lightly across the oversensitive bud. At the same time his hands are never still, stroking and kneading her body. He slips a hand under her hips lifting her so he can further partake of all she had to offer. She is both shocked and delighted as one of his fingers enters her, stroking her insides in time with his tongue. Nothing is off-limits, no out-of-bounds, sacred areas. She was all his for the taking and to hell with propriety. Under his ministrations, she couldn't help but writhe and squirm. She couldn't and wouldn't escape this feeling.
Keith breathes the very essence. He will live to be old and grey and he knows there will be no forgetting this erotic scent. Sweetjane was going to follow him through eternity, just like her mismatched blue-grey eyes that danced and the sound of her voice.
At long last, heat surges through her body, down her thighs and loins. It explodes like thunder in a white-hot flash that holds her in it's grip for several maddening seconds. She doesn't know how, but Keith matches her tempo, every frenzied movement. The tumult makes her body quake and leaves her trembling in its wake.
Her heart pounds as she watches him move over her. He grips her thigh under her knee to steady himself as he guides himself to her, pausing briefly before he enters her with one fluid thrust. The power of it lifts her hips a little off the bed.
They lay together as one for a moment as one, Keith propped on his elbows, admiring her beauty. He leans over to kiss her lightly on the lips before he slowly begins to move. Sweetjane's hot and tight, her flesh gripping him so sensuously he can't think straight. There's not a hair on his body that isn't totally sensitized to the woman beneath him. He doesn't believe it's possible for a man to feel so good and live to tell about it.
He kisses her again deeply, and she returns the kiss eagerly as her hips meet his steady thrusts. They move in complete unison as though in time to some dance tune, hard lines complimenting soft curves. He can just barely hear her breath quicken, and knows his own control is slipping with every heartbeat. Sweetjane cries out his name and arches against him, just as she had only moments before when he'd sip from her body. Then all control was gone. He gives one final thrust, hovering on the brink, before he shatters.
It takes several minutes before he feels the strength to raise his head from her shoulder. He's smiling at her, if it was possible he'd be grinning ear to ear. Sweetjane gives a surprised yelp as he rolls aside and gathers her into his arms. He sighs out of pure satisfaction.
"I was just thinkin' about how damn good we would be together," he says.
Sweetjane raises her hand to his chest. If she could reach them, she'd be having a cigarette. "So I guess I'm a distraction to ya?" she teases.
Keith laughs, "I guess you could say that. It's honestly been annoying as hell, sorta like havin' an itch ya can't scratch."
He shoots her another devilish grin and captures her hand in his. He squeezes it once before raising it to kiss her open palm before moving her hand back over him. "But I'm glad you're here, Sweetjane. You're the good kind of distraction."
The second round of lovemaking was slower and more leisurely. Keith pulls he on top of him, filling he completely again. He starting to love the way she fits around him perfectly, almost like she had been made for him. They move together slowly, rapturously. Every time he thinks she is close to another climax, he goes completely still. Finally, she cries out, "Please don't stop!" And he gives her what she wants, thrusting into her with a vengeance that surprises even him. This time they are complete spent. Afterward, he kisses her one final time, unable to tear his lips away from hers. She thinks it odd because she'd never been much for kissing. However, with Keith, she enjoys it immensely.
Drawing inspiration from this video, I tried to recreate this delicious Indian tea. It was more of a latte, as I didn't use water at all. It tasted absolutely incredible, with just enough spice. Still debating whether it was worth the stomachache, though (probably yes).
i feel so light academia with my blue plaid pleated skirt and my oversized sweater and my handmade blue earrings and my flower locket and the snake ring and the stars ring and my little mug of sweet orange spiced tea reading a holmes book
