A/N: Filled out for the Fallout kink!meme. It took several pages until I found one that just struck me as awesome. The prompt: "So I started point lookout today, and got a liiiittle weirded out by all the cameras in the mansion (what is he, glados?). But then I got thinkin... he's always keeping watch on the monitors, you catch my drift? So my prompt: the lone wanderer puts on a show for Desmond via the security cameras." Very short, but I got too lazy to right out an actual sex scene. Enjoy the kinks kiddies.
Security Cameras
Something had woken him from his fucking sleep and Desmond was pissed off. No one interrupted him during his REM cycle and didn't get an earful from him. He stayed in a broody silence until he heard it again: a moan of some sort. Whether it was of pleasure or pain, he couldn't tell. He did know it came from the little brat he graciously letstay in his home while she was working for him. Not that she wasn't doing a good job; he just wasn't going to let her know that.
Not going to confront her directly, at least for now, he hoisted himself from his bed and sluggishly walked over to the security camera terminal in his room. With a flip of a switch he turned to the screen of her room and he was treated to a sight for two hundred year old eyes. There she was, back arched, and a hand down her faded green military pants, the other on a sizable breast. Immediately a jolt shot its way down to his groin and he had to quickly remind himself that she was defiantly worth it. But that didn't stop him from gluing his eyes to the very provocative scene unfolding on the monitor.
She had removed her pants down to her knees, giving her hand more room to move, not that she was wearing underwear, it had no place in the Wastes. Her knees were bent at an odd angle but she easily used the leverage it gave her to arch her back and pinch at the nipples under her shirt. Another jolt and he almost, almost, felt bad for being a peeping tom until she looked directly at the camera and smirked. He deadpanned. The little harlot is toying with me, he thought. He was interrupted by a particularly loud moan, not that he could hear it on screen, it came from down the hall. Thank God that his pups were asleep and not aware of the dirty things happening in his house.
She pulled her shirt down, giving him an eyeful of her full breasts and pulled her hand up from her thighs to give both a healthy tug. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked, hard, then switched hands several more times, making more of a rhythm out of it than anything. He got the feeling she didn't do this too often but that didn't stop him from palming the semi in his satin pajama bottoms. The inexperience surprisingly turned him on like no other and he just couldn't help himself. He wanted to curse himself for not having more self control, but he simply just couldn't bring himself to care.
After a series of moans from a few doors down he heard it. The most erotic thing he's ever heard in the past two hundred years.
"De-Desmond..."
He threw all caution to the wind at that point. He may be the most stone cold hearted asshole in the Wastes, but he was a fucking man after all.