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Title: Click
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): RoboSam/OFC
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #30, Breath
Rating: NC-17, warning for potential non/dub-con
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Written for obstinatrix, though I am intimidated to write something for someone whose talent far surpasses mine. But, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, and if my friend wants RoboSam porn, then RoboSam porn she shall have.
Sam welcomed the music and noise of the bar far more than the chattering of the family (family?) he spent most of his time with. There was a memory, a vague one, just outside of his reach, something about family, about not liking to be alone. It wasn’t worth chasing after, clearly, because what could a memory do for him?
The bartender had provided him with a couple of shots, tequila, no salt or lime or whatever the fuck she’d offered him along with it, and on a whim, he asked for a pack of cigarettes. When she’s asked what kind, he just said “Cigarettes.” He wasn’t sure why she looked like she was afraid of him, but he didn’t give much thought to that either. Didn’t matter.
He couldn’t remember smoking before, but there were lots of things Sam couldn’t remember, so what the hell. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, noting the way it made his lungs feel tight, like his breath was constricted just for a second before he blew the smoke out. Interesting.
The scene around him was just that, like a picture, something for him to observe and catalogue. The bartender was marginally attractive, but she was working. There was a man by the jukebox who caught his attention, tall and muscular with a leather jacket. Pass. He wasn’t in the mood for a guy tonight. He ground out his cigarette and lit another, continuing to take in his surroundings. Brief pictures that he considered, judged, then moved on.
Sam’s fourth cigarette and fifth shot of tequila in, he finally stopped. There was another brief picture. Click. She was small, attractive enough, alone, and drunk. All right, then. He threw a couple of bills onto the counter, left the rest of his cigarettes sitting there, and walked over to where the girl was half-slouched in her seat.
“You’ve had enough to drink. You want to get out of here?” Sam asked, by way of introduction.
She looked up at him, just a moment of hesitation, before she agreed and followed him out the back door. Within minutes, her back was scraping against the brick wall in the alley behind the bar as Sam roughly hiked up her skirt, tearing off her panties and discarding them on the ground.
“Wait, I - I’m not sure…”
“Too late. I’ll make it good. I’m not a psycho or anything.” Was he a psycho? He thought probably not.
Before she had a chance to say anything else, he slid one hand between her legs, pushing two fingers inside of her. And bullshit she wasn’t sure, she was already dripping wet. But she started talking again, so Sam put his other hand around her throat. Not hard enough to hurt her or anything. Probably.
She made this sound, probably all she could manage, a clicking noise as her breath was mostly cut off. Mostly, not completely, Sam didn’t want to strangle her, he just wanted her to shut up while he fucked her. As his fingers drove deeper, harder into her, he felt her muscles clench and her body shudder. He’d made her come, that was good, she shouldn’t have anything to complain about now. Maybe the breathing thing, but it’s not like he was holding the girl hard enough to asphyxiate her or anything, just enough to keep her quiet. He kept one hand on her throat as he turned her around to face the wall, pulled her into a convenient position, unbuttoned his pants and shoved his cock into her. It probably hurt, from the guttural sounds she was still able to make, but Sam could tell she was still getting off on it, so he kept her still and fucked her until his own orgasm worked its way out of him. Maybe he should have used a condom. A girl who would fuck a stranger in an alley could have some kind of disease. Anyway, it was too late now.
Tucking himself back into his pants, he realized the girl had turned around and was staring at him wide-eyed. He may have left some bruises on her. She was breathing heavy, but she still wasn’t talking, so at least he had that.
“Good night.”
That was really all he had to say as he walked down the alley and made his way back to his car.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): RoboSam/OFC
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #30, Breath
Rating: NC-17, warning for potential non/dub-con
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: Written for obstinatrix, though I am intimidated to write something for someone whose talent far surpasses mine. But, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, and if my friend wants RoboSam porn, then RoboSam porn she shall have.
Sam welcomed the music and noise of the bar far more than the chattering of the family (family?) he spent most of his time with. There was a memory, a vague one, just outside of his reach, something about family, about not liking to be alone. It wasn’t worth chasing after, clearly, because what could a memory do for him?
The bartender had provided him with a couple of shots, tequila, no salt or lime or whatever the fuck she’d offered him along with it, and on a whim, he asked for a pack of cigarettes. When she’s asked what kind, he just said “Cigarettes.” He wasn’t sure why she looked like she was afraid of him, but he didn’t give much thought to that either. Didn’t matter.
He couldn’t remember smoking before, but there were lots of things Sam couldn’t remember, so what the hell. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, noting the way it made his lungs feel tight, like his breath was constricted just for a second before he blew the smoke out. Interesting.
The scene around him was just that, like a picture, something for him to observe and catalogue. The bartender was marginally attractive, but she was working. There was a man by the jukebox who caught his attention, tall and muscular with a leather jacket. Pass. He wasn’t in the mood for a guy tonight. He ground out his cigarette and lit another, continuing to take in his surroundings. Brief pictures that he considered, judged, then moved on.
Sam’s fourth cigarette and fifth shot of tequila in, he finally stopped. There was another brief picture. Click. She was small, attractive enough, alone, and drunk. All right, then. He threw a couple of bills onto the counter, left the rest of his cigarettes sitting there, and walked over to where the girl was half-slouched in her seat.
“You’ve had enough to drink. You want to get out of here?” Sam asked, by way of introduction.
She looked up at him, just a moment of hesitation, before she agreed and followed him out the back door. Within minutes, her back was scraping against the brick wall in the alley behind the bar as Sam roughly hiked up her skirt, tearing off her panties and discarding them on the ground.
“Wait, I - I’m not sure…”
“Too late. I’ll make it good. I’m not a psycho or anything.” Was he a psycho? He thought probably not.
Before she had a chance to say anything else, he slid one hand between her legs, pushing two fingers inside of her. And bullshit she wasn’t sure, she was already dripping wet. But she started talking again, so Sam put his other hand around her throat. Not hard enough to hurt her or anything. Probably.
She made this sound, probably all she could manage, a clicking noise as her breath was mostly cut off. Mostly, not completely, Sam didn’t want to strangle her, he just wanted her to shut up while he fucked her. As his fingers drove deeper, harder into her, he felt her muscles clench and her body shudder. He’d made her come, that was good, she shouldn’t have anything to complain about now. Maybe the breathing thing, but it’s not like he was holding the girl hard enough to asphyxiate her or anything, just enough to keep her quiet. He kept one hand on her throat as he turned her around to face the wall, pulled her into a convenient position, unbuttoned his pants and shoved his cock into her. It probably hurt, from the guttural sounds she was still able to make, but Sam could tell she was still getting off on it, so he kept her still and fucked her until his own orgasm worked its way out of him. Maybe he should have used a condom. A girl who would fuck a stranger in an alley could have some kind of disease. Anyway, it was too late now.
Tucking himself back into his pants, he realized the girl had turned around and was staring at him wide-eyed. He may have left some bruises on her. She was breathing heavy, but she still wasn’t talking, so at least he had that.
“Good night.”
That was really all he had to say as he walked down the alley and made his way back to his car.