New Vegas: Blood Ties

Carib's hand held the back of Yasmin's head and he smiled back at her closing off her words with a deep kiss. After a moment of breaking off the passionate kiss, Carib spoke and he seemed a little winded. He removed his trench coat and unclasped his armor. Standing before Yasmin bronze skinned, bare chested and in his jeans.

He lifted her off her feet, and pressed her against the nearest wall. There were no words for it, both their eyes staring at eachother intensely and deeply.
 
Brad walked into freeside. He was going to go to Vegas, but he now realized the futility of doing nothing but gambling. He walked to the silver rush and spoke to Gloria.

"Do you have any work available?"

"Eh, we could use another guard outside. 10 caps an hour."

"Deal."
 
Yasmin locked her arms and legs around him tight and kissed from his collarbone to his ear and nipped it gently before murmuring into it ''Let's go into the bathroom. David won't want to see this.''
 
Yasmin clinged to Carib and balancing her with one arm, he opened the bathroom door and entered the room. Closing the door behind them, he rested her against the wall.

He ran his hand through her hair, his fingers touching the burn tissue scar at the back of her neck. Some men may have carried for blemishes, but to Carib it only enhanced her beauty, it made her rugged. And he liked tough women.

He kissed her some more before his hands, guided by her's opened her jacket and blouse.

The fun was about to begin.
 
Yasmin kissed along the scar running down his face and helped get off her jacket and shirt, using her strong legs aroumd his waist to keep herself upright. ''Carib, when was the last time you were with someone?'' She toyed with one of his dreadlocks, brushing it up and down his back.
 
The question had been inevitable but Carib didn't shy from it. "Not anyone since my wife died. And that was two years ago." It was a matter of fact statement and he supposed there was no shame. Katja's memory wasn't being dishonored. When he was married, he was loyal to her and her alone. When she passed on he had kept to himself, but that was merely because it was his way of grieving, something he perhaps had never done properly.

His finger gently caressed her earlobe and his mouth locked on her's. "To be frank, though, I haven't been away from someone for so long that I forgot how to operate." He kissed up and down her neck and planted one between her breasts.

He dropped his jeans and now was more or less naked. "Your move."
 
She smiled at him through the hair that had fallen in front of her face and released him from her legs so she could drop her pants also. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, then lent back against the cool, scratchy surface of the wall and lifted her leg up until her foot was resting on his shoulder. Yasmin smirked at the little display of flexibility and her body and gently scratched her nails down his chest. ''I'll try not to hurt you too much then.''

(For the sake of the other people in this forum, I'll suggest we end it here and everyone who wishes can fill in the blanks with their imaginations. If you post next, right after they are done would be the most decent time.)
 
David watches Yasmin and Carib go into the cabin. It was none of his business, and he waited for them to finish. He was amazed the crimson caravan hadn't heard the gunshot. Deciding it was best not to tell them, David walked into the cabin. Yasmin and Carib were just coming out of the bathroom. He would've smiled at his luck, but given the circumstances, it didn't seem appropriate. David walked over to his bed, and lay down. He closed his eyes, and hoped that Yasmin and Carib weren't going to be doing anything else this night. He wanted to go to sleep.
 
Pawnsy felt a something metal slam his head, snapping him out of hisdreamlike state. The shape of a caravan worker appeared over him holding a shovel with both hands."Why the hell did you hit me?" Pawnsy yelled out in his hoarse voice. The man relaxed when he heard him speak."You almost clawed off Janet's face,why shouldn't I hit you?"Pawnsy looked around,he was still at the campfire but now everyone was looking at him.The man continued "I think it happened when you heard that gun go off in one of the cabins.As soon as you heard it you started wheezing, then snarling.Next thing I know your eyes are all white, and your attacking Janet."Pawnsy got up and looked Janet,she looked fine so he had nothing to fear from McLaferty for "attacking a fellow employee" or some other bullshit.Pawnsy walked slowly away from the fire pit,limbs shaking, and sat next to the brahmin pen.Midas walked to the fence and gave a moo before returning to the other brahmin. Pawnsy took out his harmonica,hands still shaking and started playing,hoping he could relax himself.
 
Brad sighed as he stood outside the Silver Rush, Laser Rifle in hand. He'd gotten a stable job and a room at the atomic wrangler. He was basicaly set, but he still felt empty.

His latest idiotic move had made him realize that perhaps he wasn't the rugged, wasteland explorer type like the others.

His shift finished, he returned his laser rifle and walked across the street to the dingy little casino. He entered his room, tossed his black painted combat armor beside his duffle bag, and crawled into bed.
 
(Wow, Brad works fast for...what, two hours at the most?)

Quite so time after going into the bathroom with Carib, Yasmin came out looking ruffled and dusty. Falling over during was a bad idea. Now she definitely needed a shower, but she was content never the less. She looked at David who'd just come in and tried not to grin.

''Uh...sorry you had to wait so long.'' She went back to her cleanish matress and thudded down on it to look pleased with herself and rest.
 
Second after Yasmin, Carib emerged from the bathroom, just finishing donning his gear once more. He and Yasmin had both needed eachother. It wasn't like they were going to settle down and have ten brats and own some farm land with big horners. The Ex-Ranger liked Yasmin but when it was all said and done, he'd still be heading East Ward.

He looked to Yasmin and nodded, "Goodnight, Yasmin of the Blue Eyes." With that said, he slung his body into bed and closed his eyes. There were no dreams of Katja or the Legion.
 
Tom stumbled through the cabin door hoping that he wouldn't wake up anyone. Looking left to right, right to left. He thought to himself for a few seconds, 'Where's Brad, oh well then, that bed looks oka...', Tom couldn't even finish the sentences in his head. Tom had a lot of drink, not only whisky, he had vodka, beer, moonshine, everything from east to west that he could think of drinking, caravan handlers sure were handy with free drink.

Tom fell onto the bed and dust bellowed into the air, "Awww shit", Tom wouldn't of known Yasmin had rented the cabin if he hadn't viewed her through the window talking to the head honcho, "I'm gonna' catch fucking chlamydia off the beds".

It didn't matter to him though, he slowly drifted off into the depths of sleep, wondering whether it was possible to get diseases from a bed, he would find out in the morni....Tom's thoughts were cut off by the darkness of rest.
 
Yasmin sat up with a series of cracks from her spine. The walls making up the cabin would have been more comfortable to sleep on and a spring had stabbed her in the leg. “Great…Tetanus.” She mutter bitterly, then coughed. The air was still thick with dust. She ached and pained everywhere from the shit sleep and the little alone time with Carib, but the aches from him she enjoyed. The rest sucked. Especially the dust that had turned into cement in her nose. She stood up and gave the bed a bitter kick, then shook herself off causing an aura of dust around her. She looked at the other three, noting that Tom had come in during the night and she could smell the booze on him from here, and they were all grey with the stuff too. She didn’t want to know what she looked like. Her bag in one hand, she kicked Tom’s bed as she woke passed, knowing his hung over head would feel like it was splitting. That’s what he got for not sharing.
“Come on boys, we look like dustbunnies and need to find refills for the team.” She called over her shoulder as she opened the door. It was bright and warm, as always. And with any luck, she could get a shower.
 
Tom's head felt like a bomb just went off in his head as Yasmin opened the door, the splintered light spilling onto his face. Tom rolled out of bed onto the board flooring, he sighed as he used the bed to pull himself up, raising his head at Yasmin, "I think I had little bit too much to drink last night", he lowered his head, "I'm going to have a long, long day".

He automatically limped to the door, a pain on his shin, he looked down to greet the new pain, quite a deep cut, "Never knew I had that, better get it sterilised or something, while I look for water".

Tom hadn't known what Carib and Yasmin had done last night, assuming Yasmin had just bunked early, he hadn't seen either David or Carib go in the bunkhouse, such were the miracles of alcoholic poison. He limped down out of the bunkhouse, the heat burning at his forehead, he felt the sweat drain out of him like a colander, his stomach turned.
 
Yasmin dropped her bag out the front of the cabin and looked at Tom. "You should of shared. And you need to vomit. Right now. I'd say outside of the cabin, but the state that that place is in it wouldn't make much of a difference." She looked over at the people coming out of the caravaneers cabin. "I'm thinking if I'm quick I can sneak in there and shower before McLafferty finds out."
 
A lone man intrudes upon the Crimson Caravan compound. Had one who'd looked upon more than his eerily familiar black armor and mask, or had one been perceptive enough to eye him more closely, they would notice a laser pistol tucked away in the right pocket of his cargo pants. A canteen hung from the man's neck and rested upon the bulky chest armor until he began moving, then dangling freely as he made his way past a wounded man and rough-looking woman. He gave a menacing glance towards the two through the dark visor of his mask. Finally reaching his destination, the man stopped in front of Blake, a Crimson Caravan trader, who had just began setting up shop. Blake turned around, unsurprised with the figure's presence, and slipped something into the hands of the bulky man who pocketed it quickly. In the exchange, a tied sack dropped into Blake's hand with a satisfying jingle.

Concluding his business, the man nodded his head to Blake and turned back, heading for the gate. On his way, he gave another glance to the gruff pair.
 
Yasmin watched the man glaring at them and tilted her head to the side, giving him the middle finger, to let him know his staring wasn't appreciated.
 
Pausing mid-step in his stride to the gate, the man shifts his attentions to the gesture displayed at him as he plants his foot. He looks back towards Blake who had returned to manning his position as a vendor and then to the man next to the woman, in disbelief of the woman's barefaced attitude. Unwilling to accept a jab at his pride, he struts toward her, stopping only just inches away from her person. There is a hard, audible exhale through the respirator, and an inhale in the same manner as he prepares to speak.

"Do you have a problem with me?"
 
Yasmin crossed her arms over her chest and glared back at him. ''I could ask you the same thing. I don't appreciate your glaring at me and my hungover buddy here. We haven't done anything to you, yet. Either pay for a ticket, or keep walking.'' She stopped leaning against the wall and stepped closer to the ledge. ''Or do you have something you wanna say to us?''
 
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