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kiss meme : grand zealot richter or elder maxson

which kiss? || accepting

Jean hisses through her teeth “Wow really making me choose on this?” she props a hand on her hip and thinks for a moment. 

“Richter, though I do like kissing them both.”

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would you have grand zealot richter and elder maxson together?

She actually considers this for a moment with a hum “I don’t think they would do too well in the same room together, but yes. Both of them together would probably be an experience. Though there’s no way in any hell that it would ever happen.” Jean chuckles shaking her head.

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Rubbing a dull ache in the socket of her shoulder Jean thumps down the dusty steps of her home above her workshop. Moving across to the windows to pull the heavy drapes open allowing the warm sunlight to stream into the room the red-headed woman takes a deep breath as the light washes across her face. It would be warm today. 

In the corner, there’s a soft set of beeps and whirrs as one of the protectrons around the shop come to life and clunk out of their charging pod. A sleeker set of mechanical clicks come from upstairs where she’d descended from as Tim, her assaultron, comes downstairs. It’s spiked chassis dully reflecting the light that comes through the window. 

[ there is a visitor ] he informs with a tinny voice that comes from somewhere inside his chest just as the first set of chimes sound. Jean suppresses the to gripe about a customer this early, she hadn’t even had coffee yet. Yet, as she moves behind the counter to flick the pot on and wait for her customer to ascend the steps the arms dealer yawns.

Leaning her elbows on the long blue vinyl counter and looking around the shop Jean notices that the dusting hadn’t gotten done the day previous, protectron’s skimping on their duties. Someone might be getting scrapped. At least the shelf of Gauss rifles had gotten cleaned off, pistols were still looking a bit dusty.

“Welcome, what can I do you for?” her greeting is said with a polite smile as her customer finally ascends those last few steps. The first thing Jean noticed is that he carried himself a little differently than other scavvers that made their way through her doors. He reminded her of those Brotherhood guys that had been around for a while, though after their ship came down in a ball of flames things haven’t been too great for them around the commonwealth.

“We’ve got specialized rifles and the like on the far wall, pistols to the left of that. Though if you’re looking for something more... interesting we can see what we can do for you.” 

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10 for the nsfw no peeking thing :)))

lucky numbers || accepting

10. [ x ]

A soft sigh passes Jean’s lips as her hand glides into Maxson’s hair. His stubble scratches against the soft skin of her lower stomach as he slowly lowers himself to his knees before her leaving hot open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Honestly, the sight of such a powerful down on his knees has a little thrill singing through Jean’s blood as their eyes meet for just a moment before fingers curl in the waistband of her grey lace panties. God that was a look that is going to haunt Jean’s fantasies for many nights to come after this.

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" be still "

a touch, a caress || accepting

The gentle rumble of Maxson’s voice from behind her is accompanied by the warmth of his body as an arm comes around her to grace the thin shirt she wears. Cool air kisses the soft flesh of Jean’s stomach as inquisitive calloused fingers trace up her abdomen. 

His touch tingles against her skin as a quiet pleased sigh passes her petal pink lips just as Maxson’s hand finds the underwire of her bra. A peach-colored number with light lace trimming around the cups and a small bow that had been resewn onto the front for that extra soft touch. Jean’s own hand comes up to lightly touch his forearm.

“Good to see you too,” There’s light amusement in Jean’s voice though it doesn’t diminish the flush across her face that touches the tips of her ears. 

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🌀 :)

50 words for murder… || accepting

11 — heartbeat

It races in Jean’s ears, and as eyelids flutter half open to look at Maxson in the dim light she realizes that she can feel the strong pulse of his heartbeat against her fingertips. Just a little quicker than when their lips had first met. Hands that were cradling the Elder’s jawline like the man is a delicate piece of China move to scratch along the short hair at the back of his head and press into Maxson’s upper back to bring them back together. Lips parting ever so slightly in invitation as her warm breath ghosts across his face.

Soft intakes of breath and sighs are the only sounds between them in this office for a long moment. Strong arms pressing Jean’s smaller body flush to Maxson’s as he bends slightly so she wasn’t straining so far onto her toes. A warm palm smoothing up her back to finally thread into her blazing red hair. Honestly, the scarlet-haired arms dealer felt a little light-headed, blood rushing in her ears as that warmth wraps around the two of them like a shawl.