<strong>Name:</strong>Ricky<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campsite<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Negotiating<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>V<br/><br/><br/>It must have been surprising to V, but Ricky actually gave a small grin at her snarky answer, now that he didn't have to be intimidating and imposing to keep himself alive.<br/><br/>"No, I figured it was permanent, unless you've never washed since you got it." His hand left her breast and ran through some of her hair. "And you're not nearly greasy enough for that." He went quiet for a moment, simply standing in front of her, trying to figure out how to best use this new information. She was a doctor, more or less professionally trained. Warren was a good guy, but half the time it seemed as though he was consulting a mental notebook of what to do and what not to do. A new offer was forming in his mind. This new offer would give him less lustful pleasure, unfortunately for the smaller soldier, but would probably be better for him in the long run.<br/><br/>He took a step back and quickly stooped to grab her shirt. "I have a new offer for you." He said, extending the shirt towards her. "You become my personal doctor, patching up my bullet holes and cuts and such. In return," he stopped here, because he was fighting with his more primal urges to offer this," In return, I won't touch you without your permission, and I'll keep the others from using you like an old rag."<br/><br/>"Not that I trust you, having almost every reason to kill me in my sleep or to just not help me when I'm bleeding out. Almost every reason. The second I stop being alive, so does your protection. Lilly wouldn't mind having some fun with you, and Tucker and Matt just love to stick their dicks somewhere warm and wet. I'll be keeping my end of the bargain because I have this one great love, and that is living. Even knowing you'd be getting gang raped as I'm dying won't really bring me any sort of joy, since I'll be dead."<br/><br/>His long explanation finished, he looked right into her eyes and asked "So what do you think?" He wasn't sure how she would take this offer. Maybe she'd rather be his sex toy instead of prolonging his life, which is probably something Ricky would do, had their positions be reversed. He'd never want to help his captors, and this girl certainly had pride enough to spit in his offer just because it was defiance. Oddly enough, he respected that, never having liked the captives that immediately accepted their new position in life. A strange sort of admiration, but the stories he had heard growing up had made the weaker yet defiant side the hero, since stories about unexpected triumphs were better than the obvious thing happening.