<div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)<strong><br/>Dom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Already knew <br/>Sara was a dirty girl. <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Sara<br/><hr/></div><br/>Most of the words...names, he presumed...that she poke meant little to him. But other than fucking and fighting, there wasn't much in the way of entertainment to be found in the wastelands. So he didn't find the idea of having her read to him unappealing, even if it was nonsensible shit like this. Maybe he'd even make a point of refining his rude crudely literate abilities. He could make out simple words easily enough, but he'd never had many chances to flex his literary muscles. A problem he needed to correct before he returned to claim power over the Fists, he realized. "Tomorrow then."<br/><br/>He saw her gaze with longing at the water, and chuckled. She looked at the water almost with more lust than she had looked at him earlier. Frankly, he thought the faint flecks of blood on her face made her kind of sexy. Like warpaint. But nonetheless, he beckoned her to come and side beside him. Where she'd have a full and unblocked view of his manhood, incidently. "Come. The water's still warm.  " Having spent the day in the large sotrage compartment of the bus...large enough to fit a small car inside...the water he'd used had been baked in the wasteland heat for most of the day, and was only gradually cooling in the pot at his feet. If she hesitated, he'd simply shrug and resume washing himself.<br/><br/>"Or don't."Something apparently had changed in him in the last few minutes. Perhaps it was the realization, as much a surprise to him and to her, of how far his ambitions truly stretched. The weight of things to come settling on him. Not necessarily a bad thing mind you. Quite the opposite in fact, now that he found himself rapidly growing comfortable with that weight. Still, it was quite an event to realize that you were going to one day conquer all that lay before you. But it put things in perspective. He needed Sara's brain more than her body, and forcing himself on her body might make her less inclined to grant him the fruits of her brain, consciously or subsconsciously. Minutes ago he'd been willing to disregard that risk for the sake of exercising his lust on her. Now...now he was thinking more like the Emperor he intended to be. Now it benefited him more to play at least a little nice. To keep dangling choices and options in front of her...and use those choices to coax her along a route of his choosing.