Been writing this for the Fallout KinkMeme, thought I'd share it with those of you who don't follow the meme. This is the only story i'm working on for fanfic right now...as I'm trying to write more original stuff now. Give me some comment love! oh yeah!
Sets me on fire (Summer girl)
She set's me on fire
Sets me on fire
Fire
-Type O Negative
The pass came out to a ravine on the edge of one of those small dirt towns made out of old billboards and scrap metal. A rinky-dink windmill churned it's blades in the summer sun, bringing water up from a deep well, and so that was where Vulpes Inculta started out towards. He carried a bundle of letters from a settlement on the other side of the mountains, they were of no real importance to anyone but the city official he would soon meet up with in this dirty little town, but the job gave him cover to see if there were any new troop movements in NCR territory.
The Frumentarii playing courier walked slowly towards the old well, watching a female figure begin to prime the pump to fill a humble wooden bucket. The woman's long dark hair fell in clumpy spirals, teasing the dirt as she leaned over to lift the bucket. Her soft dark eyes met his and she smiled at the man who had come to join her at the well.
"Are you here for a cool drink of water?" The woman asked with a deep sultry voice.
"If you knew who I was, you probably wouldn't ask me that," Vulpes said for a reason he couldn't understand.
The woman chuckled quietly to herself, and dipped a ladle she had at her side in the water and then offered him a drink. His hand reaching out, Vulpes took the ladle and swallowed the clean liquid. As he returned the ladle to the tall dark haired woman he watched her curiously, she was probably ten years older than he was, and there was something almost mystical about the way she stood in front of him.
"So what brings you this way wanderer?" The woman asked.
"I'm a courier hired to deliver a package," Vulpes said, seeming like an aloof man here to complete business. "I meet my client tomorrow. Tell me good woman, would you be so kind as to direct me to the inn."
"This town is too small for such things. There is a man in town who rents
out his lean-to, but you don't strike me as the type who would want to sleep next to a cow. Your other option is to try to rent a room from someone in town."
"Do you have a room?" Vulpes Inquired with a gentle quality, so she would not think him to forward, "That is would your husband mind if I rented from you."
Looking at him like he had told the punch line to a joke she had heard long ago, then shifted the bucket onto her other arm.
"I suppose you haven't come to this town before, and you don't know of the washer woman on the edge of town whose husband passed away ages ago; leaving her alone with a child. I have no one to ask Courier, so for five caps I will let you stay in the spare room of this house."
There was something odd about this woman; probably she had just known such much sorrow in her life it left her with this burden of sorrow that made her a terrible and beautiful thing. He followed her to the house, her bucket weighing her so that she moved slowly. Inside the door she dropped the water into a larger tub, and he placed five caps on the table.
Gesturing towards a spare room, Vulpes walked inside and found a small clean made bed with a worn bureau next to it. He set his pack on the floor next to the bureau and turned as he heard the woman step back outside to fetch more water. The place smelled of soap and moisture, but retained a solemn quality that seemed fitting to a widow who had chosen to live alone in honor of a long dead husband.
Something stirred in the room on the other side of his, and Vulpes stepped out into the main room. He looked towards the cracked door, prepared to pull a weapon and fight if need be. Instead what he saw through the crack was a young woman of about nineteen or twenty tying her hair back. She shuffled through a pack, and began to sort some papers inside and began to read over them, they looked like figure sheets, and she seemed excited by whatever numbers they held.
The girl turned then, to peer out a window, perhaps to see what her mother was doing. She struck Vulpes the second her saw her face, the woman in front of him was a small sun kissed version of her mother, only with hair bobbed short, and a spark of life inside of her that burned from her eyes like a candle.
He wished to extinguish her in this moment. To reach out and snuff that brightness from his eyes, that he might hold it in his hands, and teach her a fierce majesty, born of suffering, which would put her noble mother to shame. Unfortunately before he could act, the washer woman began to open the door, the bucket slowing her, allowing Vulpes time to position himself so that he did not look like he was watching her daughter.
This time the old washer woman moved to the stove, and poured the water into a pan. She added meat, a few diced potatoes, and some leaves people use for seasonings from time to time. A few hours passed and the soup was served, poured into carved wooden bowls and set on the table. No words were passed between the two women and Vulpes, and he tried to focus on the strange smell of laundry and stew instead of the young woman across from him.
"Mom tells me that you're a courier," The girl said, too young to sit patiently in silence forever. "I think that's cool, I'm a courier too. I've been trading with this community inside of the divide between the mountains. It's at the edge of a small military base."
Vulpes watched the her for a significant period of time before responding. He wanted to make sure he had control of his lust before he reacted, luckily his silence made him seem like he was a thoughtful man, and not dangerous. He had heard of this place between the mountains and had sent one of his best men into The Divide to find out if anything inside of it was worth taking.
"You must be new at the job," Vulpes said, forcing a weary smile across his cold face, trying to not look eager for this conversation to continue. Not wanting this creeping need to posses her this betray itself, as it made little sense even to him that he would be so struck by this girl.
"Yeah, I've been at it about a year," the girl responded with a jovial tone.
"My name is Alan Fox," Vulpes said. "I do work for the Mojave Express from time to time, perhaps I could tell my boss your name, and he could give you a job if you're ever in Primm. You know the town with the roller coaster near New Vegas. If you're out there and can get a delivery coming back is the ideal situation."
"I'm Julia Hernandez," she responded with a laugh. "I've saw New Vegas from the Mojave Outpost one time. I got a gig to pick up a package from there. It was really neatto see the lights on the horizon at night. Someday I hope to have enough caps to make it to the strip."
A grin beamed from the older man's face to young Julia, making her feel a bit uncomfortable, and causing her mother to stir and involve herself in the conversation.
"My little Julia is such a help," Mrs. Hernandez said, causing Vulpes to refocus on his soup. "She always makes sure her mother has what she needs to get by. She's a good generous girl, and I appreciate your offer to help her find work."
The older woman picked up the pot that held the soup then and put more soup into each person's bowls. Refusing to look Vulpes in the eye, he noticed her hand shook as she offered him more. Her fear was palpable to Vulpes, but would perhaps be well hidden to other people. She was a broken sober soul and it made upsetting her only mildly rewarding.
A look passed between the washer woman and Vulpes, a quiet understanding occurring between them that let Vulpes know her daughter was a nice girl, and Mrs. Hernandez intended to keep it that way. The Frumentarii felt something burn inside of him, a fire he had forgotten could ravage his soul, tear his heart, and make him desire a woman so wantonly. It nagged at him while he ate his soup and he blamed her.
Julia. The name of the devil, a small cherub faced girl with skin like the scorched desert floor. He'd love to run his tongue down that skin. To feel her hair tickles him as she planted kisses on his stomach. He was a man of Legion, he reminded himself, he was her superior, and women were weak. The idea of twisting one the way he had been twisted, of possessing her as she lost these fleeting moments of childhood innocence was like sugar on his tongue. He could have her if he desired her, and he did. He deserved at least this much.
Standing up from his dinner, the bowl empty even though he couldn't remember draining it, Vulpes thanked his hostess and walked to his room to rest. He could wait for this, try to sate his need, and move when things were ready. It would blow his cover to make off the girl tonight and the web of lies he wove as a spy were more important than any two bit piece of ass that belonged on her back in a raid-tent.
What troubled him the most was why this sudden obsession. Vulpes prided himself on being invulnerable to such dissolute desire. He paced his room for about an hour before bed, assuring himself that he should forget this want, move on from this town and forget the girl had ever existed. Then he hear her speaking to her mother on the other side of the door.
Julia's voice was sweet in a way few women's voices could be. It was higher than her mothers and always sounded optimistic. She wouldn't be the first woman to be stolen by a Legionary so that she could serve him in bondage, but something about the way she moved around free made him think a collar would be as sad thing sitting on her neck. . He pressed his hands, he pushed himself outside of himself, and looked down at the pathetic mess pacing the floor. They had barely spoken, this didn't make sense. He needed to try to forget she was here and move on.