Ulfy (thehuntgoeson) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-11-27 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | lot, mustang |
Week Four
Who: Lot & Mustang
Where: Mustangs place
What: A case of the missing Mustang
When: Friday
He'd been busy. She'd been mourning, recovering, resting, recuperating from her reckless foray into a fight unlike Lot had ever seen. He was giving her space, space she needed because it wasn't like she didn't have a life or a living to earn. He'd promised her that she could keep her independence because she wasn't his prisoner or concubine. This wasn't the fifties she was a modern woman not his housewife. And yet it'd been what seemed like forever since she'd been in his bed when he went to sleep or when he woke up in the morning. For the first few days he'd been so caught up training recruits that he hadn't noticed the cold spot, had actually been a little glad of it because had she been there he would have only exhausted himself further. He considered it a crime not to worship her body whenever presented with the opportunity. But now the cold patch was losing her scent and the nights though not cold were still and lonely and call him co dependant but his nights were restless and long without her.
Nobody talked about Mustang out loud in case she heard them and put a steel toed boot up their butt but a lack of destruction surrounding the area and no incoming complaints from bruised balled men told Lot that she was at home. So with a speed that satisfied his urgent need but didn't look too desperate Lot made his way to Mustangs place.
When he drew up to the cabin the curtains in the water stained windows were drawn tightly together hiding any life inside. Perhaps she was working but it wouldn't be so wise to blind the world to that should she need help so he circled around the outside looking for any pane not insulated with cloth. When the search failed he walked up to the door and assured that being the boss meant that any punter with his dick deep inside of his lady could complain but at the risk of their peril he knocked on the door confidently and waited with held breath.