Booker followed slowly as Elizabeth ran to the First Lady, after stabbing Daisy with the scissors and seeing that look on her face, he wasn't surprised that she was freaked out. Just as long as she didn't try to take off without him again, he knew that she was going to need her space. He remembered explaining to her that killing, sadly, got easier the more you committed it, Booker wanted to slap himself for even putting the notion in her head. It may have been the truth, these thugs that believed him to be a 'False Shepard' and tried to kill him, which makes it easier on the mind, but he shouldn't be telling this sheltered girl that killing was easy. He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh, he needed to apologize to the poor girl. Stepping into the First Lady, he shut the door behind him. Booker looked to his left, the controls were already set for them. Booker set his Bird's Eye down in the chair before going towards the shut wooden door. He rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, "Elizabeth, we need to talk about what happened." There was no answer, so he knocked again. Proving pointless, he finally decided to just go in. He barged in, "Elizabeth, I'm-" Booker stopped mid-sentence when he saw Elizabeth in front of him, her pony tail cut and completely naked. His eyes wouldn't move from her milky white and smooth skin. She covered up her breasts and crossed her legs.
"Mr. DeWitt!" She cried, "Why did you come barging in here?!"
He sighed, this 'Mr. DeWitt' bullshit again, "I wanted to check on how you were. I'm sorry." Elizabeth grabbed her discarded and bloody clothes to covered her body. "I wanted to apologize also."
She sat down on the red velvet seats, "For what Mr. DeWitt?"
"Please, call me Booker," He told her again, "I wanted to apologize for what I said before, about killing. I don't want you to think I'm some cold blooded killer…sometimes, in this world, especially here in Columbia it seems, you have to kill the bad people to save many more. Like if you hadn't have killed Daisy, then that boy would be dead." Elizabeth looked down at her feet for a silent moment. "If you ever need someone to talk to about this, you can always talk to me."
"Really?" She asked. Booker nodded, "Thanks Mr.-I mean, Booker." Elizabeth leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She pulled away a little before their eyes met, Booker felt his throat go dry and his pants starting to get a little bit tighter. Elizabeth's breath became ragged as she leaned in again, her lips getting closer to his. Booker couldn't help but think about his wife, it had been so long since he had been with a woman. He couldn't help himself, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, a quick intake of breath from her turned him on even more. Booker finally pressed his lips against hers, her hands left her clothes and held his scruffy face. He was surprised that her lips moved perfectly along with his, being one of the few people that have been in contact with her, it was surprising she was this good at it. Her hands traveled down to his tie, loosening it from around his neck and started to unbutton his vest underneath his coat. Booker stopped her hands, her blue eyes opened, "What's wrong?"
His eyes couldn't help but travel down to her chest for a split second, it only made it harder for him to talk. "I don't think we should do this Elizabeth, you're vulnerable and I still need to get you out of here. We aren't exactly in the safest of places."
"Please Booker," Elizabeth grabbed his hand and placed it against her right breast, a lustful gasp escaped her. "The only thing that has kept me company is Songbird and it isn't exactly the best to do this with." Booker gently squeezed her breast, making her breathing become heavier. "Just be careful with me Booker." Their lips met again and Booker hooked his hands underneath her smooth thighs and pulled them, forcing her onto her back. She let out a giggle as she bounced onto the couch, Booker hovered above her and continued to kiss her. Elizabeth continued to unbutton his vest and then his shirt. Booker regained a vertical position to shrug off his clothes, Elizabeth looked over his muscular chest, he had a couple scars along his arms and chest; she assumed it was from Wounded Knee. He pressed his bare skin against hers, the feeling of his body against hers stirred her loins; she wanted Booker now. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't going to go that fast. His lips left hers and traveled down to her neck, his scruff tickled her collar bone as he softly sucked on her neck. As his moved further down her body, a scarlet blush came over her face. Booker took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling on the nub lightly, enough to get her to groan, "Booker." He couldn't tell if it was the fact that she was finally calling him by his first name or the way that she said it that brought the smile to his face. While he switched between her breasts, his hand danced down her stomach, the way he worked her body made her head start swimming. Going past her black curls, his hand was welcomed by a wet slit. Elizabeth moaned as his finger traced along her slit and his tongue flicked her nipple. "Please…Booker…" She whispered, the torture and anticipation was beginning to kill her. His middle finger dipped into her honey pot, he didn't make it far until he hit her virginity. Elizabeth's breathing became erratic, her chest rose and fell quickly, she whispered his name again and he couldn't resist it any longer. Booker kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pinstriped pants and briefs, freeing his cock from it's annoying constraints. "Wow," He looked over to Elizabeth who gazed at his length, "You're big." He gave her another kiss before he settled between her legs, he pressed his tip into her entrance.
"This is going to hurt," He warned her. "But it's going to feel better after."
"Do it," Elizabeth begged. Booker slowly pushed in, her sleeve gladly accepting him until he hit her hymen. It stretched along with him, he saw the discomfort on her face, but he continued on. For Elizabeth, he was going to slow, so he grabbed his ass and forced him in, breaking through her hymen. Tears pricked at her eyes as her body tensed up, Booker squeezed his eyes shut as her sleeve grabbed him like a vice grip. It was a few moments before she finally relaxed, he used his thumb to wipe away her tears. "Go ahead." Booker slowly pulled out, he looked between them to see the light streak of blood on his shaft. He slowly pushed back in, her body tensed up again, but not as bad this time. He kissed her neck as he continued, he finally got a pleasurable response from Elizabeth. Once she stopped tensing up, Booker sped up his pace, Elizabeth closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Her legs spread wider to let him in deeper, her heels rested on his lower back, her arms wrapped around his torso. Elizabeth whispered his name like a mantra as he thrusted into, her pitch climbed and her toes curled as she experienced her first orgasm. She held onto him as if it were for dear life as she came down from her orgasmic high. Booker took advantage on the situation and pulled her up with him as he sat on the couch with her on top of him. He pushed the bit of hair that had stuck to her damp face, sheen of sweat had covered both of their bodies. Elizabeth put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, her fingers going from the nape of his neck and entangled themselves in his hair. Booker lifted her hips up and brought her back down as he thrusted up, she moaned against his lips. He dug his nails into her soft backside, Booker couldn't help but relishing in the fact that he was screwing this beauty, everything about her was perfect, even the 'deformity' she had was perfect. Elizabeth bounced on his lap as he thrusted into her, his orgasm coming fast.
He wasn't sure if he should warn her or not about his orgasm, but he couldn't stop now. Booker moaned into her breasts as his hot cum shot into her, Elizabeth felt every shot, her walls occasionally squeezing around him. Booker wrapped his arms around her lower back and rested against the back of the couch, Elizabeth held his head against her chest. She gently stroked his hair as he felt his heartbeat steadily decreased. Booker looked up from her chest to see her smiling face, "That was amazing."
She chuckled, "You weren't so bad yourself Booker DeWitt." They rested in each other's arms, he admired the necklace he had gotten from that couple they continued to run into, with his suggestion and she picked the bird. It looked nice on her, to him, it seemed to symbolize how Elizabeth should be, a free bird, not locked in some cage like Comstock had her.
"Can I ask you something?" He finally spoke up, she nodded, "How did you know how to kiss? You seemed very knowledgeable for a person locked up for most of her life."
Elizabeth smiled, "Like I told you before Booker, being trapped in a tower with nothing but books and time on my hands, you would be surprised at some of the things I know how to do." They shared one last kiss before getting dressed. She searched around for some clean clothes as he put his pinstriped pants back on. "So Booker, this is it." He looked up to see her putting on a long blue skirt, a corset hung loosely off her body. "Paris…or New York."
Booker shrugged his shirt and vest back on, "Well…I'm pretty sure I have no debts in Paris and it might be a little better for me." He saw the shining smile light up Elizabeth's face. "So I guess we're heading to Paris." He put his jacket on and walked to the door, but Elizabeth grabbed his hand and pulled him back into a kiss. Booker gladly accepted it before she broke away, he walked to the controls with a sly smile on his face. Ever since arriving here in Columbia, he didn't really care about bringing the girl to wipe away the debt, he was truly happy to be with her. "Next stop…Paris." He muttered to himself, not able to hear the distant sound of Songbird's cries.