The blast was far more beautiful than anything I had imagined. The light, so pure and bright, spreading across the horizon; the cloud of smoke, a billowing mass of gray and orange eclipsing sky and earth, filled me with a sense of completion. I've been finding in myself a real appreciation for the beauty of destruction here lately. The old man and his lackey can justify their own bloodlust with talk of lofty ideals, of true power and the idolization of greed all they want, but this is what it's about. Chaos is beautiful. My hand slipped into Burke's as I savored the fading beauty of the explosion and I smiled. No more rules. No more holding back... This world is mine for the taking.
After a quick inspection of my new suite in the tower- a wonderful unexpected bonus added onto the fee I originally negotiated with Mr. Burke to reward my embracing of "progress"- I changed into some of the new clothes that had been provided, carefully placing my scavenged Painspike armor in its new place on the shelf. There'll be time for violence later. For now, I'm craving a different kind of vice. Jericho, if he stays true to his character, should be getting piss drunk down on the first floor, and I don't want to waste this opportunity. Of course, I didn't have to split the reward with him, but we are partners now, and I was feeling generous. What was the point of sparing him from my plan to blow up Megaton if I'm not going to let the man share in my prosperity, right?
I open the doors leading onto the balcony, making my way around the corner to see if Burke is out with Tenpenny. The old man is shooting at random fauna in the distance; a waste of good bullets, but I won't begrudge the fool his passtimes. Burke steps out behind him, exchanging a few words with his employer. He catches sight of me and I smile, beckoning him over with a simple come-hither look. Even from this distance, I can see the anticipation in his expression, that arrogant smirk of his lifting the corners of his lips. I return to my side of the terrace, taking up the bottle of wine I've had set out on a small table I purchased this morning and pouring two glasses. Oh yes, this seduction has been playing through my head all night, and it must be perfect. He comes around the corner and in the split second it takes for him to reach me I turn and offer him the second glass. He knows he's found his match. Burke takes the wine and smiles.
"I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you," he says in that deliciously sexy voice of his. On a lesser man, that voice would make my skin crawl; but on him, I find it oddly intoxicating. "A true visionary."
I sip my wine, studying his features in more detail, now that we've got a moment alone. Somewhere between his mid-thirties and early forties, I suppose. He's fit without being too muscular; well-fed. I spend a few moments envisioning what he might look like underneath that suit and he takes my silence as an invitation to continue.
"You, my dear, are an extraordinary young woman. You've no idea how dull the women here can be. Always so preoccupied with their own vanity... But you..." The naked hunger in his eyes behind those tinted glasses is growing with every second. "You are a breath of fresh air. A wild rose among these weeds."
I set the wine down and turn my back on him to lean against the railing, pretending to admire the view. "Wild roses have thorns, Mr. Burke..." My tone carries a hint of invitation. It has the desired effect. I let out a contented sigh as he drops his glass and draws closer, his hands coming to rest comfortably on my hips.
His breath is warm on the back of my neck. He wants to take it further, but he's enjoying the game as much as I am. "Ahh... But any pain would surely become pleasure at your hands, Miss Eve," he says softly. "Oh, to be at your mercy just for one night..."
I place my hands on top of his and guide them to where I want to be touched. All the pretense dies quickly as his hand slides neatly between my legs. I lean back against him, unable to keep the smile from forming on my lips. "Please, lover... call me Eve..."
I close the door behind us after leading Burke into my suite. Godfrey is out, running "errands" for me; I don't like an uninvited audience, robotic or otherwise. All the doors locked securely, I'm free to play. I grab Burke by the lapels of his suit, drawing him into a long kiss. He melts against me, putty in my hands, a plaything to be used however I see fit. He returns the kiss with enthusiasm, arms wrapping around my waist to keep me in place. That won't do, though. He needs to understand that I'm the one in charge... At least until I decide to let him take the reins. I shrug out of his grasp, turning us so that his back's to the bed. I take his hat and place it on my own head, smirking as I shove him down onto the heart-shaped mattress. I unbutton my business jacket slowly, letting it fall open to reveal a lacy black bra, a treasure I stumbled across a while back. The way he's admiring it tells me it's definitely a keeper.
With only a glance, I invite him to help me with the skirt. In his excitement, he nearly fumbles with the zipper, but makes a smooth recovery, sliding the fabric down over my hips with practiced ease. I step out of the skirt and stand at my full height, hands set defiantly on my hips. "Strip," I command, loving every minute of my dominatrix routine. I glance down while he's loosening his tie. By the looks of things, he's loving it too. Once his shirt's off, I take a moment to run a hand down his chest, admiring the feel of him, his warm skin and the light dusting of brown hair, then push him down onto his back. I take off the hat, taking his glasses from his eyes and tossing both items to the side. I straddle his hips, leaning down to kiss him again. He's rock hard beneath me, and I'm amazed he's not begging yet. Maybe I've underestimated the henchman...
He rolls over so that I'm underneath him, pinning my hands above my head. "Eve..." He nips at my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. Mmm, Mr. Burke... I like a man who's forceful... I arch into him, drawing a pleased hiss from the normally composed man. His hands leave mine, trailing down my body to grasp the fabric of my panties, and I lift my hips to let him take them off me. When he works his way down, planting kisses along my chest and stomach, adding a few tender love bites when he reaches my thigh, I let him know he's got the control now, shifting my legs apart.
The look he gives me, it's like I'm giving water to a man dying of thirst. His arms hook underneath my thighs, lifting me to his mouth. I'm practically mewling, his skilled tongue doing wonders as it flicks teasingly across my clit. "Silver tongued" doesn't do him justice. I reach down to stroke his head, adoring the way his hair, cropped so close to the scalp, tickles my palms. I know I'm moaning like a dirty whore when he gives my entrance a sudden, deep prod, but I don't the whole damn building hear. I've been wanting this ever since I first met the man.
A few more expert strokes send me tumbling over the brink, held in place by strong hands while I writhe against him. He laps up what he can before coming back up to steal my breath with another kiss. The man is grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he pulls back to admire the blush he's brought to my skin. "Goddess," he purrs, "I worship you."
Fuck if he's not a charming bastard. Lazily, I unfasten his belt, setting to work on freeing that snake he's got tucked away. He divests himself of his pants only after I've done most of the work for him. Cocky too. That's good... I wouldn't want lover with a weak personality, after all. He unhooks my bra, taking it and my jacket to leave me completely at his mercy. Burke, looking like he may burst any second, carefully aligns himself with me, giving me one last gentlemanly kiss as he pushes in with slow, even strokes. He lets me adjust to the new sensation, patiently working to build up another climax for me. I can't believe he'll last that long, but if he's willing, I'm game. It doesn't take long for him to pick up speed, driving into my sex with increased urgency. He lifts me up slightly, hands planted firmly on my ass, angling his thrusts. I moan loudly and he smirks, knowing he's found exactly what he was aiming for. He's in to the hilt with every thrust; each time his hips connect with mine it sends shockwaves through my core. I'm trembling, gripping the sheets until my knuckles are white while he strokes my sweet spot, over and over, harder, faster, until... until...
I can't hold back the scream that tears from my lips when the orgasm hits. There's white light dancing behind my eyelids and I know that everyone between here and two floors down has got to be able to hear me. I hear Burke let out a choked groan, vaguely aware of him pumping into me, at last giving in to his own end.
When I finally open my eyes, feeling a bit dazed, but completely satisfied, he's easing off me to lie on his side, drawing me into his arms. He buries his face in my hair, breathing in my scent; I can feel him smiling against my neck. I turn to face him, lips meeting his in a sloppy, tired kiss. Oh yes, I think I'm definitely going to enjoy living here.