Deficient Amusement
Pairing: The Boss/EVA
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid 3
Rating: R
Warnings: Femmeslash, groping
Spoilers: MGS3
Word Count: 1,206
Status: Complete
Author's Notes: Original idea taken from art by evil_chicobo. Thanks to ukiby_chan for beta reading this.
Summary: Summary: Tatyana has been sent by Volgin to The Boss' room to keep her entertained, but both women have other things on their minds.
Except for the occasional guard, the halls of Groznyj Grad were rather empty. It was considerably quiet, except for the sound that her boots made against the floor as she walked. She liked the noise; it amused her.
EVA wore her hair loose, which she almost never did while she was playing Tatyana; she like having it draped around her face. She had on her normal attire, the unnecessary glasses included. Although in this situation, what was underneath the dress was what really mattered. Thinking about it she stopped briefly to reapply her lipstick.
Colonel Volgin had been busy with Major Raikov, so he had sent the lovely Tatyana to amuse The Boss. She didn’t mind it though; a break from Volgin’s sadistic pleasure was always welcomed. Walking normally was still proving to be difficult-a side effect from entertaining the colonel hours before.
When she finally made it to The Boss’ room she stopped for a moment to compose herself, before politely knocking. Without missing a beat, the door opened, The Boss standing in the entrance. There was a patient look on her face; she, of course, had been expecting her.
For an older woman, EVA had to admit that she found The Boss to be rather attractive. Her blonde hair was loose around her face, tickling the tops of her shoulders. Above her high cheekbones and her hollow cheeks were her soft blue eyes, encircled by dark rings of exhaustion. Though the signs of weariness did not make her look weak or any less beautiful.
EVA wondered to herself what burden was on the The Joy’s mind to make her look so somber, but didn’t dare wonder out loud.
Neither woman smiled, nor said a word. There was another moment of eye contact-brief this time-before EVA stepped into the room. As the door clicked shut behind her, she gazed over her shoulder, watching as the other woman took a seat on the bed.
After removing the glasses and placing them on the nearest table, EVA slipped the dress off over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor in one elegant movement. Now she was left in nothing but the dark intimates and boots. Immediately, she felt The Boss’ gaze on her. The older woman's eyes looked over her body, following every curve; EVA didn’t mind much, having become so used to it.
The lingerie she wore was really all for show. While there was nothing unusual about the bra, EVA had put her panties on under the garter belt. With the panties underneath the garter there was no chance of getting them off without removing the garter as well. Of course, The Boss could have always worked around the underwear if she chose to.
After letting The Boss take in the image, EVA spun around in a slow, fluid motion. Now her back was to The Boss, revealing all the old scars. Thankfully, she couldn’t see most of the new marks the colonel had caused; those were hidden under the panties.
With the poise of a model, EVA sat down in The Boss’ lap, but she found that sitting made her wince in pain. She leaned against The Boss’ body, shifting around until she found a more comfortable position; the other woman didn’t seem to mind.
Once EVA was relaxed, The Boss wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s bare stomach, holding her securely against her. She buried her face in the curve of EVA’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of perfume that desperately tried to mask the odor of gasoline. Her left hand came to rest on EVA’s hip, while the other roamed. It found its way down across the garter belt and panties, to EVA’s bare leg. The Boss’ fingertips dropped to EVA’s inner thigh, brushing against both skin and the soft material of the panties.
They both had more important matters on their minds than each other's bodies, but it truly was a nice distraction.
EVA soon found herself staring off into the room, but at nothing in particular. As her thoughts drifted away, she was vaguely aware of The Boss’ wandering hands. She was so focused on other affairs it took her a moment to realize that she was staring directly into the light. She blinked, looking away back into space.
All the things that were weighing down on her mind drifted away as her thoughts turned into a vivid dream. She was on her bike rushing through the jungle, unbound and unrestricted. The wind was blowing through her hair and against her face; the smell of gasoline filled her nostrils; she could hear nothing but the roar of the engine beneath her. Nothing more than a passing blur to anyone-that was all she really wanted to be.
The feel of The Boss’ hand drew her back to reality. The hand moved back up her body and across her taut stomach, taking her right breast into a loose grip. The Boss’ fingertips tenderly kneaded her breast through the dark silky fabric.
A soft moan escaped her lips. “Boss, that feels so good.”
It was their first time together, and EVA found that the other woman’s touch was much gentler than what she had become accustom to. She leaned her head back to the left as her arm reached to The Boss’ leg, holding her thigh in a lax grasp.
First, she was aware of the footsteps, and then she heard her “name” called. “Tatyana!” EVA’s heart jumped at the sound of the colonel’s voice; she was glad her body didn’t respond the same way. Quickly, she pulled away from The Boss’ embrace and hopped to her feet. From the middle of the room she retrieved her dress from the floor. Standing up straight, she stared at the dress in her hands before putting it on.
“Leave it. Lay down on the bed,” The Boss said. “Take off your boots and mess up your hair.”
EVA glanced over her shoulder. She couldn’t help but trust The Boss’ warm blue eyes. With the uniform back on the floor, she gave a slight nod and moved back to the bed. Promptly, she kicked off her boots and ruffled up her hair.
The Boss stood up and went to the door as EVA took her place on the bed. She curled up on her side, with her back facing the entryway. She listened as the door opened and the footsteps abruptly stopped.
“Hello, Boss.” Just hearing his voice made EVA’s stomach turn. “I’ve come for Tatyana.”
“When did I say I was done?” The Boss said, her voice carrying its usual authority.
Volgin chuckled. EVA could feel his piercing stare on her bareback; she felt so small under the heavy gaze. “My apologies, Boss.” And even after the door closed, EVA could still hear his laughter from down the hall. It made her sick.
EVA didn’t move for a long time. When The Boss didn’t return to the bed, she stretched her legs out. For a quick moment, she looked over her shoulder at The Boss, who still stood by the door. The girl laid her head down against the pillow, dreaming of bike rides, long massages and instant noodles.
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid 3
Rating: R
Warnings: Femmeslash, groping
Spoilers: MGS3
Word Count: 1,206
Status: Complete
Author's Notes: Original idea taken from art by evil_chicobo. Thanks to ukiby_chan for beta reading this.
Summary: Summary: Tatyana has been sent by Volgin to The Boss' room to keep her entertained, but both women have other things on their minds.
Except for the occasional guard, the halls of Groznyj Grad were rather empty. It was considerably quiet, except for the sound that her boots made against the floor as she walked. She liked the noise; it amused her.
EVA wore her hair loose, which she almost never did while she was playing Tatyana; she like having it draped around her face. She had on her normal attire, the unnecessary glasses included. Although in this situation, what was underneath the dress was what really mattered. Thinking about it she stopped briefly to reapply her lipstick.
Colonel Volgin had been busy with Major Raikov, so he had sent the lovely Tatyana to amuse The Boss. She didn’t mind it though; a break from Volgin’s sadistic pleasure was always welcomed. Walking normally was still proving to be difficult-a side effect from entertaining the colonel hours before.
When she finally made it to The Boss’ room she stopped for a moment to compose herself, before politely knocking. Without missing a beat, the door opened, The Boss standing in the entrance. There was a patient look on her face; she, of course, had been expecting her.
For an older woman, EVA had to admit that she found The Boss to be rather attractive. Her blonde hair was loose around her face, tickling the tops of her shoulders. Above her high cheekbones and her hollow cheeks were her soft blue eyes, encircled by dark rings of exhaustion. Though the signs of weariness did not make her look weak or any less beautiful.
EVA wondered to herself what burden was on the The Joy’s mind to make her look so somber, but didn’t dare wonder out loud.
Neither woman smiled, nor said a word. There was another moment of eye contact-brief this time-before EVA stepped into the room. As the door clicked shut behind her, she gazed over her shoulder, watching as the other woman took a seat on the bed.
After removing the glasses and placing them on the nearest table, EVA slipped the dress off over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor in one elegant movement. Now she was left in nothing but the dark intimates and boots. Immediately, she felt The Boss’ gaze on her. The older woman's eyes looked over her body, following every curve; EVA didn’t mind much, having become so used to it.
The lingerie she wore was really all for show. While there was nothing unusual about the bra, EVA had put her panties on under the garter belt. With the panties underneath the garter there was no chance of getting them off without removing the garter as well. Of course, The Boss could have always worked around the underwear if she chose to.
After letting The Boss take in the image, EVA spun around in a slow, fluid motion. Now her back was to The Boss, revealing all the old scars. Thankfully, she couldn’t see most of the new marks the colonel had caused; those were hidden under the panties.
With the poise of a model, EVA sat down in The Boss’ lap, but she found that sitting made her wince in pain. She leaned against The Boss’ body, shifting around until she found a more comfortable position; the other woman didn’t seem to mind.
Once EVA was relaxed, The Boss wrapped her arms around the younger woman’s bare stomach, holding her securely against her. She buried her face in the curve of EVA’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent of perfume that desperately tried to mask the odor of gasoline. Her left hand came to rest on EVA’s hip, while the other roamed. It found its way down across the garter belt and panties, to EVA’s bare leg. The Boss’ fingertips dropped to EVA’s inner thigh, brushing against both skin and the soft material of the panties.
They both had more important matters on their minds than each other's bodies, but it truly was a nice distraction.
EVA soon found herself staring off into the room, but at nothing in particular. As her thoughts drifted away, she was vaguely aware of The Boss’ wandering hands. She was so focused on other affairs it took her a moment to realize that she was staring directly into the light. She blinked, looking away back into space.
All the things that were weighing down on her mind drifted away as her thoughts turned into a vivid dream. She was on her bike rushing through the jungle, unbound and unrestricted. The wind was blowing through her hair and against her face; the smell of gasoline filled her nostrils; she could hear nothing but the roar of the engine beneath her. Nothing more than a passing blur to anyone-that was all she really wanted to be.
The feel of The Boss’ hand drew her back to reality. The hand moved back up her body and across her taut stomach, taking her right breast into a loose grip. The Boss’ fingertips tenderly kneaded her breast through the dark silky fabric.
A soft moan escaped her lips. “Boss, that feels so good.”
It was their first time together, and EVA found that the other woman’s touch was much gentler than what she had become accustom to. She leaned her head back to the left as her arm reached to The Boss’ leg, holding her thigh in a lax grasp.
First, she was aware of the footsteps, and then she heard her “name” called. “Tatyana!” EVA’s heart jumped at the sound of the colonel’s voice; she was glad her body didn’t respond the same way. Quickly, she pulled away from The Boss’ embrace and hopped to her feet. From the middle of the room she retrieved her dress from the floor. Standing up straight, she stared at the dress in her hands before putting it on.
“Leave it. Lay down on the bed,” The Boss said. “Take off your boots and mess up your hair.”
EVA glanced over her shoulder. She couldn’t help but trust The Boss’ warm blue eyes. With the uniform back on the floor, she gave a slight nod and moved back to the bed. Promptly, she kicked off her boots and ruffled up her hair.
The Boss stood up and went to the door as EVA took her place on the bed. She curled up on her side, with her back facing the entryway. She listened as the door opened and the footsteps abruptly stopped.
“Hello, Boss.” Just hearing his voice made EVA’s stomach turn. “I’ve come for Tatyana.”
“When did I say I was done?” The Boss said, her voice carrying its usual authority.
Volgin chuckled. EVA could feel his piercing stare on her bareback; she felt so small under the heavy gaze. “My apologies, Boss.” And even after the door closed, EVA could still hear his laughter from down the hall. It made her sick.
EVA didn’t move for a long time. When The Boss didn’t return to the bed, she stretched her legs out. For a quick moment, she looked over her shoulder at The Boss, who still stood by the door. The girl laid her head down against the pillow, dreaming of bike rides, long massages and instant noodles.