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mermaider00 · 8 years ago

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OC Kiss Week #2! Ghoul and Blue

(I'm sorry if I didn't write him well, I don't have much experience with him)

Ghoul belongs to @hellionpolecat and Blue is my OC from THIS Joe smut fic. Enjoy.

Ghoul squinted up at the tarp full of holes that served as the roof over his workspace. The sun seemed to be taunting him, he thought. The hottest time of the time had been some time ago, and still the sun was right there, right over him because today it apparently couldn't get enough of him. Like a little child who wouldn't leave him alone so he could get some damn work done.

He looked away when a bright beam of light shot through one of the holes of the tarp and stung his eyes. Go away, he willed.

Sighing and wiping sweat from his forehead, he studied all the tasks he still needed check off. Today was the day where he would sort the bullets, a job the Farm thought appropriate for one man, and the job everyone else dreaded because it was so tedious. Crates of bullets would get rolled into the workspace and they needed to be separated by which firearm they went to, and their ultimate location. When Gas Town or the Citadel came calling for their supplies, the Farm needed to hand them the right shipment. Bullets may not be as important as guzzoline or water because they could be made - and that opinion depended on who you talked to - but every last bullet counted.

Everyone needed their protection, or something to threaten someone else with. He pulled a bandana out of his back pocket and tied it around his head to keep his sweaty black hair out of his eyes.

Footsteps and a body he didn't know out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped to the right, and Ghoul lifted a brow when he saw a woman waltzing further into his workspace, carelessly glancing around as if she had the right to.

Great, he thought. Now there needs to be a commotion.

She didn't look threatening, and Ghoul couldn't spot a weapon on her. Her skin was light brown and her hair dark, so very black and he wondered how it was possible that her hair was even blacker than his own. When she turned her head in the other direction, he saw that a good quarter of her head was shaved above the ear. There was also no rhyme or reason to the braids woven here and there, hanging down her long and lean body with a pair of seemingly endless legs in the shorts that were tired with rope around her waist because they were far too big for her. A ratty shirt that showed some of her flat stomach was covered with a decaying leather jacket that, again, did not fit her. Nothing seemed to fit her, except for the flat pack on her back.

Here we go, he thought, and sighed.

"And who the hell are you?" he asked, crossing his arms.

She gave him a bright smile. Ghoul didn't miss her eyes flicking down to the pistol attached to his hip. "Forgive me if I've interrupted your work. I was sent from the Citadel. Inspections," she told him, and offered him her hand for a friendly, professional shake. "My arrival was signaled by Corpus Colossus. I know it must be annoying to be checked on, but we all have a job to do."

Ghoul ignored her handshake. "You're here from the Citadel? Find that hard to believe, lady. The Immortan doesn't seem to employ women."

"Does the name Imperator Furiosa sound familiar to you?"

He closed his mouth. Of course he knew of Furiosa. The Immortan trusted her with the supplies everyone else in the Wasteland was fighting over. "You don't look like you're from the Citadel. You look like you've had a rough couple days."

"I was told I would be given a hard time," she sighed, grabbing her pack and reaching inside. "Look, I'm not here to take anything with me. Of course you should be suspicious if I asked you to fill this pack with your finest bullets, but I'm only here to take a quick peek. A gift," she said, showing him her offering.

Ghoul stared at the glass bottle full of water. He knew it came from the Citadel. The Immortan's logo in black stared at him.

"This is fresh aqua-cola straight from the Immortan's water supply. Just to let you know that he thinks of all of you here, and that you're all doing a fine job."

He was so hot and so thirsty. Ghoul's automatic response was to roll his eyes at the Immortan's generosity, but he held back. If she was from the Citadel and offering him an entire bottle of water he didn't have to share, then he wasn't going to piss her off. Shrugging and deciding to keep his eye on her as she inspected, he took the bottle and hastily popped it open to drink.

After a relieved breath, he wiped his chin and asked her, "What's your name?"

"Blue. And yours?"

"Ghoul," he answered simply, then stared at her hand again. He let out a breathless laugh and took it this time for a shake.

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I see you're categorizing the product. Tedious work, I'm sure."

He shrugged again. "Keeps me here. Gives me work. Get to be alone too."

"I understand that. Some people work better alone. A partner usually gets in the way." Blue gave him a wink, and he swore it meant something else.

But he was distracted by the brilliant blue hue that came from her impossibly black hair when she stepped under one of the larger holes of the tarp that shot out sunlight. Very... pretty, he decided. A man didn't see much color here at the Farm. There was only steel and smoke. And that lingering sun above.

"Are these bullets ready for pick-up?" she asked, hands resting behind her back as she inspected the inventory.

"Uh, yeah," he replied, shaking his head at the strangeness of this meeting. He wasn't one for things like this. Shouldn't someone more qualified be chatting with her? "They're good to go."

"It seems like you keep quite an organized workspace here, Ghoul. The Immortan will be pleased with the product. We must have only the best to protect his wives and the growing children of the Citadel."

"Wives," Ghoul muttered, scoffing some as he lifted the bottle again for another drink. "Yeah right."

Surprisingly, she chuckled. "I like you. Most put on a show for me, hoping my good word will reach the Immortan and they can climb that latter to the top. But here's a secret for you, Ghoul. It is quite often that the Immortan sends those who don't announce who they are and what they're there for. He wants the Bullet Farm and Gas Town to function properly, and will send spies to make sure they are doing exactly that. You can't trust anyone," she added with a smile over her shoulder.

"Doesn't surprise me," he said, leaning against the worktable. He didn't trust her either, but it was too hot and he was too tired to argue. "Guess you like working alone too."

"That I do. You can always run faster when you don't have to constantly look over your shoulder. Easier to escape prison by yourself, right?"

"Right," he muttered, although he would never truly be alone. He was a twin, after all. "Sort of nice... to talk to someone though. Sometimes."

She turned to face him then, practically spinning in his direction. Those braids whipped around her. "Sometimes," she agreed with a slight nod of her head. "Easier to escape prison by yourself... But confiding in your cellmates during your sentence helps until you break free. Now that I'm thinking about it... I have been rather lonely."

Her tone of voice and the way she moved to lean against the table right next to him made Ghoul a little flustered. He wasn't dumb, he knew what this Blue was implying and her job seemed to be finished now that she was looking around with a sharp eye. His eyes went to his feet, but they didn't lift to move away from her either.

She made herself comfortable and shrugged off her pack. "Forgive me if I'm being too forward, but a handsome man like you could surely snatch a better position than sweating to death here at the Farm making bullets for a man who barely trusts his own people."

"Are you saying only the good looking ones get to work for the Citadel?" he joked. "Seems to be the way of things."

"I will accept the compliment."

Ghoul blinked and stared at her. He hadn't meant for that to come out. "Uh..."

Blue smiled at him. The colorful hue in her hair seemed to brighten. They were right in a beam of light. "If that wasn't what you meant, then don't correct it. It isn't often I get told I'm good looking."

He ran his thumb over the logo on the glass, the image of the flaming skull wheel he actually abhorred looking at. Absently he glanced over and saw a bit of that same logo peeking out from under her mane of hair on her neck. Of course she was from the Citadel with that mark. "Surprised you're not in that prison wearing white."

Her smile fell and but the blue in her hair continued to shine. "Another secret for you, Ghoul. Many of the rare women who work for the Immortan... were most likely in that prison at one time."

She was so interesting to look at, he decided. The braids, the shaved scalp, the shining blue streaks. Her brown skin was sweating slightly but so was his, right under the ray of the sun. She was lonely and maybe he was too. He felt like there was a lie here and had known it since she started to talk, but something about her made him let her keep talking instead of reporting her.

"Were you?" he asked softly, as if it were another one of her spoiled secrets.

Blue grinned. "That depends. Would you think of me as a survivor and admire me, or as a victim and pity me?"

Her eyes held no shame when he saw them wander down to his mouth. This was going somewhere, and perhaps he was too entranced by her to stop it. Oddly, his twin sister came to his mind. But Ghoul hurriedly cast her out. Hellion had no place in his thoughts considering where his thoughts were going when this close to an interesting and good looking lady. "Something tells me you're very far from being a victim."

Her eyes widened slightly, but her smile remained. She even leaned a little closer to him. "Handsome and clever," she murmured. "What a team we would make if neither of us preferred solitude."

"You need a partner for inspections?" he asked knowingly. The only thing he really believed was that she was, in fact, from the Citadel.

She laughed a little darkly, and Ghoul didn't move away when she tilted her head, when she lifted her chin. "Perhaps one day I will make you an offer you cannot refuse."

At first he didn't respond when she kissed him. His eyes didn't close and his hands stayed right in his lap, clutching the glass bottle of the water she'd given to him. But Ghoul couldn't remember the last time he'd been with a woman, and need filled him up in a way he couldn't continue to ignore. Her mouth opened against his and the blue in her hair blinded him, made him shut his eyes and suddenly everything felt different. The Farm was gone and so were her lies he couldn't really prove to be lies just yet. There was only her lips and her brilliant hair and her hand that lifted to cup his cheek.

When he felt the gentle swipe of her tongue on his bottom lip, Ghoul decided to stop being flustered and indulge.

He finally responded and sunk into her, right into her warm and tasty little mouth that spoke secrets and lies and whatever else she was spinning for him. He didn't trust her, but it was just a kiss. A very hot kiss that almost had him shattering the glass in his hands.

But he didn't want her to think she was giving him such a reaction.

She sighed into his mouth and it felt like she was asking for more, so Ghoul kissed her deeper, ate at her mouth sweetly and made her breathe a little moan against him. If she didn't suddenly stab him or place the barrel of a gun at his temple, then maybe he could even take it further if she wanted. A quick romp on the worktable didn't sound so bad...

Blue took both of his cheeks in her hands then, her mouth open wide and her tantalizing tongue making him groan.

When she pulled away, their lips made a wet smack.

"The Citadel awaits my return," she said with a hint of playful regret. Blue quickly stepped away from the worktable and pulled her pack onto her back. "It is highly possible that I will request to visit the Bullet Farm again. I will hope for another warm welcome next time."

Ghoul rubbed his lips together and licked at them, tasting her again. "Uh, sure. I guess you know where to find me."

Blue smiled as she backed away from him. "I would rather find you in your private quarters than your work station. That way we can close the door."

He couldn't stop the half grin that lifted on his face.

She waved him farewell, her eyes staying on his until she was out of sight and the blue in her black hair illuminating the more the sun touched her. When she was gone, Ghoul let out a breath. What a woman, he thought.

He finished the rest of the water, decided to keep the glass bottle when she came back. If she came back, he corrected. Which he hoped she did with a last promise like that. He noticed one of the Bullet boys passing by with a big hammer slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, Pitte," Ghoul called out to him.

Pitte skidded to a halt. "Eh?"

"Were we expecting anyone from Citadel?"

"What're talkin' about, mate? The Farmer headed out to Citadel this morning, Immortan Joe's orders."

Ghoul blinked and his lazy stupid grin fell. He knew that woman had been lying about something. "That's... Yeah, that's right."

"Problem in here?" Pitte asked suspiciously, peeking inside.

"No. No, just leave me alone. Goodbye, Pitte." When the Bullet boy waved him off and continued on, Ghoul instantly started inspecting his workspace. He hadn't seem her swipe anything. He was sure she hadn't.

His lips were still tingling. That damn kiss, he thought, and he knew exactly what she'd taken. His worktable had been littered with soft point bullets ready to be checked and put in their proper place.

Most of them were all gone. All into her pack.

You can't trust anyone.

Ghoul looked to the spot he'd last seen her and her sneaky hands and pretty mouth and soft hair like some underworld goddess. The bullets had been right between them. She must've scooped them all up when he'd been distracted by her lips and her tongue.

"Little thief," he muttered.

Shaking his head... he grinned again.

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With her pack full of bullets clutched to her chest, Blue snuck down onto the floor of the backseat of the car she would hotwire later when the moon was high in the sky. With the Bullet Farmer out for the day, the Farm itself wasn't very secure with the absence of guards, and it had been too easy to sneak in. She would trade the bullets for something better in Bartertown.

The young man had been quite the bonus.

He'd known something was suspicious about her, and perhaps that was the reason she thought maybe her promise of returning wasn't a lie after all. He had a nice face, a desirable body, and decent kissing skills.

Sneaking into the Bullet Farm for bullets had gone much better for her than sneaking into the Citadel for food.

And Ghoul hadn't forced her to sleep with him for her bounty. Not like Joe who had quickly kicked her out of the Vault as soon as it was announced that he hadn't gotten her pregnant.

Maybe when she saw him next and he wanted to leave the Farm...

She'd never cared for a partner, but there were always exceptions.

Blue placed an arm under her head and waited until the sun went down and she could flee. The weight of the pack full of bullets was a satisfying one.

"Till next time, handsome," she said softly.

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