"No, dammit Arianna. Try harder. Remember, hand opens right before you strike the blow." The tone was that of a teacher to a student, just a bit of irritation in the inflection. It was a voice most in the vault knew, the doctor James and Arianna's proud papa. Well most of the time, this time her lack of attention was exasperating and keeping that out of his tone was getting difficult.
"Where is your head at today?" One of their few afternoons together and they were working through her next set of lessons, Chen style tai chi chuan and it was like herding a cat. James' frustration leaked out in the tone, comment proof that while she was apple of her daddy's eye, he was a hell of a hard task master.
Arianna grunted and made a face at the chastisement. Usually she did better but her father hit the nail on the proverbial head, her mind wasn't in the practice and it showed. Trying to explain what was keeping her in a dreamy state would have made things worse.
It all went back to the afternoon in the cafeteria where the group had gone to study. Well some. Arianna had been 'removed' from the instructional program after the GOAT results came back in and her placement had been a joking princess while Butch got 'hairdresser'. Needless to say hacking the mainframe and changing test results had put her on the outs with the overseer and made her father furious for about an hour before pride in a child who'd taken after her mother peeked out. What the end result did was put her at her father's disposal as an aide and a research assistant since other classes being taught seemed a bit redundant. One admonition, no more tech hijinks and with a straight face, Arianna had agreed, a promise that lasted a whole week before she was back down in the reactor area, using the unit there to pick and wander through various files and databases hidden by rather pathetic Vault-Tec cyber security .
No what brought a young girls head around to something other than just having fun was that tall security guard from the testing debacle. A little detective work revealed a name for both and juicy tidbits like when they came up the ranks and just who dated who. Amata kept swearing the man had been watching her and finally, finally she'd caught a glance that made virginal blood run hot. A chance turn revealed blue eyes skimming head to toe before he could look away. But there was no girlish giggles or nudges in the hallway with whispers and stares as he walked past. Arianna just didn't know how to act like that. No it was more smoky, long stares from under long lashes and unconsciously sensual movements that drew attention to the ripening form under the plain vault clothing. The stare she'd gotten before heading up to the atrium for practice had been so heated it made focus impossible, Ari just wanting to pick it apart again and again in her own mind with a few embellishments here and there, clothing optional.
A sharp yelp of her name brought attention back to what should be in the forefront of her mind with a flush of embarassment. She muttered a 'yes daddy' and did the move again, this time doing a bit better as the same instinct that helped her win the fight made the next set of movements smoother and more controlled.
She hoped.
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Chris had come to terms with making rounds. It still bored the hell out of him but it was better than the alternative which consisted of sitting on his ass or working out in one of the exercise centers in the men's barracks. Drinking with Hunter and some of the younger security guards came up frequently too but his fascination with the doctor's leggy daughter began to make even those pursuits pale. He'd been struggling to pay less attention when the little vixen noticed the sidelong glances. Paying less attention went out the window when those dark eyes seemed to catch him and the swaying walk became more seductive that it had been before. Those curves just begged to be touched and the fantasies about his hands palming them took up way to many hours in the day. Not like he was celibate, a couple of the prettier ones were accommodating as hell even if the face he saw while buried inside them was pert and surrounded by a waterfall of dark hair. Made it seem like he was banging a pale, mediocre copy when the real thing lay just out of reach.
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The Not So Lonely Lone Wanderer Book 1
FanfictionIn 2077 the world fell apart, raining death, destruction and the near collapse of humanity as we know it. Vault-Tec and it's signature product seemed like the only hope and in some ways it was. The cold metallic cruelty within it's walls was more th...
