<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Noah</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Giga's Tent<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Sandwich complete<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maria, Giga</div><br/>Noah took his sweet time getting undressed. He wanted to look sexy and seductive, the way Maria looked as she took off her clothes. It was quite hard for him not to look at her and be jealous. For a girl she had a perfect body, skinny yet a nice figure. Noah was just skinny and edgy, like a redheaded ex-punk who decided to keep in his piercings because they 'reminded him of a rough time in his life' or some bullshit like that. It wasn't the case for his body modifications, they were for courage. He did them himself with hollow needles that they had around in the underground. Once his parents were dead and he became a leader. The Rorschach tattoo on his back was a symbol of strength, both mental and physical. By now Noah figured that the piercings and the tattoo probably took away from the natural beauty of his pale skin and red hair, but he didn't care. If it kept some of the raiders off of his tight ass he'd be happy.<br/><br/>Once out of his khaki pants and white shirt, Noah watched as Maria settled in on Giga's right side. The way she immediately covered herself up and then gave in to touching his chiseled body surprised him and stopped him from joining in bed with them for a split second while fear shook his spine back into place. He didn't want Giga getting bored with him then kicking him out for the other raiders to get. If that happened Matt would surely find him and do things ten times worse to him than he was planning to before.<em>That won't happen.</em>The hero told himself, willing his whole body to move forward into the bed with the other redhead and Giga.<br/><br/>The 'Giga sandwich' was surprisingly very warm and comforting. Noah too propped himself up on his elbow but didn't touch Giga, not yet. He was too busy watching Maria tracing the scars on the man's chest to do anything besides observe, his blue eyes filling with hope. The hope of having a good friend in Maria and the hope of staying alive for another night.