Argentinian Rose

>I sigh deeply as I box up the rest of my grandfather's belongings.
>It'd been a long time coming, honestly. The stroke, the months that followed.

>Chewing the inside of my cheek I pick through the things willed to me in the old wooden crate.
>War memorabilia, some hats, some jackets, a couple of bayonets, a lighter, and a pair of sunglasses. Moving that aside I find pictures of him with his buddies.

>This box was all I had left of him, he didn't keep many guns. He decided apart from his service 1911 and a rifle for hunting he didn't have much a need for them after everything he'd gone through in Korea.

>Sifting through the box one last time I put on the sunglasses, discarding my own modern pair, pocketing the lighter and carrying the box out to my old '73 Chevelle, resting it in the trunk.
>The 1911 had gone to my older brother, he lived a few states away, and had kids of his own. But he liked guns and wasn't totally emasculated by his wife. I would have loved to have it, but he deserves his own piece of the old man, and in his hands I knew it'd be taken care of.

>I sigh and calmly pile into the driver's seat of my car, starting it and pulling out of the driveway of the old town house, merging onto the interstate when my cellphone rings. My grandfather's lawyer, executor of his will.
>I'd known him since I was a kid, the two of them were good friends, the lawyer himself having served in Desert Storm, same as my Dad and Uncle.

>"Hey buddy how'd it go, did you get everything" He spoke in a solemn tone to which I replied.
>"Yeah, I got the old crate he had his stuff in. Seems like everything's in good shape."
>With that he made a small sound and spoke into the phone again.
>"Hey come into my office. I got one more thing for you from him. He wanted me to give you this one personally."
>"Sure, what is it though?" I reply.
>"It's better you come see it with your own eyes. I'll leave the door open for you. See you when you get here buddy." And with that he hung up.

>I sigh a bit and change my course for the lawyers office, my mind swimming with curiosity, but keeping the potential excitement at a minimum. It couldn't be anything super special, the old man didn't keep all that much from me.
>In a few minutes of driving I arrive at the Lawyers office and step in, the stout man in his tailored suit standing up and greeting me the moment I walk in, shaking my hand and giving me a hug with his condolences.

>"Lemme go get it for you. I'm sure you're ready to head home after the trip, eh?"
>Before I can even answer he steps off with the faint gait from the wound that send him home so many years ago, entering the closet in the back of his office and returning with a rifle case in tow.
>"Here she is." He said, laying the case down on his desk and unzipping it, revealing to me a beautiful example of an FAL.
>With excitement I stare at the rifle in the case and step over to it eagerly, picking it up. It's a metric pattern marked "F.M.A.P. "DM" -ROSARIO" on the upper along with "INDUSTRIA ARGENTINA" It was gorgeous. A folding para lower, complete with a full auto breach block and FCG.

>The lawyer smiled at me, producing the paperwork for the pre-'86 receiver.
>"He kept this one in storage. He told me it was a "Just in case" rifle he got from an Argie some time in '84."
>I can barely contain my excitement as I operate the action and check the magazines, folding the stock, checking the sights, operating the safety lever, cracking the action open and examining everything. It was the real deal.
>The older man just watched and smiled. "I'm glad I could help brighten the week up for you, at least a little."
>"Yeah this is...I can't believe it." I respond cradling my new treasure.

>"I've taken care of transferring the paperwork for you, you don't have to do a thing. I've got copies of it all too here as well so call me if you ever hit a bind, yeah?"
>I nod, practically not even hearing him.
>"Go on now, get on out of here and take it out shooting for me. I gotta get back to work." He spoke with a smile.
>I give him another grateful handshake and pack the rifle up, practically running back to my car with the paperwork in the other hand.

>"I have a fucking full auto." I repeat it to myself over and over behind the steering wheel, the reality slowly sinking in with each repeat of the phrase.
>The 3 hour drive goes on for what seems like forever, me and that rifle unable to come into contact with one another.
>I arrive at my house at about 9pm, too dark to shoot now, I sigh, defeated.
>I don't even have any 7.62x51, this is my first rifle in this caliber I remind myself.
>With that I unzip the case and lay her in my lap, immediately going online and ordering a case of ammo and unwinding, looking it over with excitement.

>My stomach then growls violently.
>I hadn't eaten all day, that's right.

>I carry the rifle into the kitchen with me and lay it down on the table behind me as I get started on making some cheap meal from a box I can put away quickly, putting some ground beef into a pan and lighting the kitchen up with the sound of sizzling.
>A feminine yawn sounds behind me.
>I freeze and instantly straighten up, turning around with the metal spatula in my hand at the ready, looking like a buffoon.
"Gonna flip me to death?"
>The voice says again in a mocking tone, a faint Spanish accent under the English, but barely. You had to listen close to pick it out.

>"Who the fuck are you, why are you in my house!?" I shout viciously.

"Haha, so scary, so scary~"
>She replied again, stepping out from the divider between the kitchen and living room.

>She was tall, about 5'10, light cinnamon skin, bright blue eyes, her dark hair in a loose braid, draping over her right shoulder, stopping just above her breasts, It looked black from where I was standing, tied with a leather band. A fringe coming down, coming close to covering one of her gorgeous eyes, a very faint freckling across her nose, barely even visible. Her lips were a light pink, with eyebrows you could almost call "Thick" but were very well kept, they fit her face well. A small mole on her chin below the right corner of her mouth.
>She was positively gorgeous. I couldn't speak, she had on a pair of green fatigues and black boots, a tight black V-neck shirt on her upper body, her arms crossed haughtily in front of her.

>"Who are...---" I stammer

"I'm a rifle."
>She cut me off speaking sharply.

>"A...rifle?" I parrot her, squinting and trying to realize what the hell she meant by that.

"A. Rifle."
>She said it again, a bit more agitated sounding.

>"Okay, whatever you say." I say with disbelief. She was fucking crazy. She had to be.
>I try my best to stay calm, moving the pan off the heat.

"Still don't believe me?"
>She spoke with an angry sigh.

>"No not at all as a matter of fact."

"Fine."
>She growls, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"How about now?"
>A voice came off of the table. No. The rifle. No matter how you cut it it was coming FROM the rifle. She reappeared again after I blink, crossing her legs, sitting on the table wearing a proud expression.

>" Okay...Okay, so....what does this mean?" I say trying to quell my disbelief.

"Well I'm here now and I don't know you, Where's my--"
>I interrupt her by touching her cheek. My finger poking her skin to verify her existence, feeling her smooth skin instantly going from a normal temperature to hotter than average as a blush crossed her face. Swatting my hand off of her cheek with surprising force.

"Don't just touch me like that!"
>She sneered, bearing her teeth a bit like an angry dog.

>Adorable.

>I stare at her, making her blush more, turning her head to avoid eye contact, pouting and wearing an angry expression.

"Do you mind!?"
>She nearly shouted her words.

>"Mind what?" I reply coolly, backing off a step.

>She huffs immediately, crossing her legs the other way, shaking her head some before finally looking at me after a good 60 seconds.

"I was going to ask you where my owner is."
>She finally beaks the silence.

"The old man, not the short one."
>She added to clarify, she meant my grandfather.

>"..." A weight immediately rested back on my chest, feeling like it had just been draped back over my shoulders by a malicious force, constricting my breathing a bit.

>"He's uh..He's gone. I'm sorry you're just hearing it. It's been a week now." I tell her straight with a monotone voice, hanging my head a bit.

"O-Oh."
>She responded, her powerful proud sounding demeanor seemingly gone, the air quiet and heavy between the two of us for a good minute.

>I sigh and turn around to tend to making my dinner again, leaving her to the news for a bit so she can soak it in.

"So that makes you...?"
>She asks with a bit of an inflection.

>"His grandson." I reply without looking, chopping at the meat a bit with the spatula.

"He left me to you...?"
>She asked with a little bit of contempt.

"Why didn't he tell....why didn't he tell me something...if he knew he was going to..."
>She growls a bit clenching her fists, punching the table.

>"It just went down...He got worse, and then it just. Happened." I clarify to her.

>"Your future with me had been written for years before he even knew he was sick...and neither of us knew the other existed." I spoke, working with the beef in the pan still, the subject getting a bit difficult to talk about.

"Mm."
>She doesn't make another sound, standing up and walking out of the room, slamming a door behind her in the hallway, the bathroom. Looking down I notice the rifle itself went with her. I don't press and leave her to grieve.

>I can't help but smile a little bit, realizing the old man managed to break one more lady's heart before passing on. Just his style. The smile fades as I go back to the task at hand, tuning out the sobbing through the wall by turning on the TV, half to keep myself from losing composure, and half to give her some privacy.

>I finish cooking up my meal and eat it half halfheartedly with a cold beer in front of the TV, leaving the girl be. I can occasionally hear her move around in the bathroom. Best to just keep my distance.

>Another 30 minutes passes before she finally comes out, looking rough. Her hair was messy and it was clear to anybody she'd been crying. I don't say a word and place my dirty bowl in the sink and get a fresh beer, bringing an extra for her. She accepts the beer and sits beside me, staring at the bottle, then at the TV, then at me.

"He was nic--"

>"I don't need to hear it." I say, cutting her off.

>"I've cried my tears for him. He's not in pain anymore. Don't worry about me." I speak and take a few gulps of my beer.

>She nods a little, biting her lip then drinks her beer as well.

"So..."
>She speaks again breaking the silence.

"Do you shoot?"
>That air of confidence was coming back to her voice.

>"I do."

"Can you hit anything?"
>She asks again, almost sounding doubtful.

>"I can..."

"Don't believe you~"
>She smirked.

"You look like I'd beat you up if I went full auto, just like a typical white boy."
>She kept teasing.

"Probably. We can always find out when your ammo gets here." I reply glancing over at her.

"...You're actually going to shoot me?!"
>She perks up instantly.

>"Well...yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

"I...I haven't been shot in almost 20 years!"
>Excitement levels rising.

"He'd always come visit me and check on me to make sure I was doing well, but I didn't get to shoot!"
>She was practically bouncing off the walls.

>"We'll shoot, I promise."

>She closes her eyes and wiggles in place on the couch before letting out a resounding cheer in her native language. I can't make out, or even tell what she said, but I could smile at her excitement.

>I continue watching her celebrate having worked herself up, laughing and putting away the rest of her beer, chugging it down.

"God! When's the ammo coming already!?"
>She almost rang my ears with as close as she was sitting now.

>"Well, honestly I couldn't wait either, so I overnighted it. I'm going to be raped with the shipping costs, but my first full auto deserves to be shot as soon as possible." I reply in an attempt to make her like me a bit more.

"Damn right! I fucking like you already!"
>She nearly rubbed her cheek on my shoulder.

>Score.

>"So." I say changing the subject, both of her arms wrapped around my left arm.

>"Did you see the war? Or..." I ask a bit cautiously, unsure of how to handle the subject.

"Yeah."
>She remarked, it was with a complicated tone, it was unclear.

>"Could you tell me about it?" I ask pressing a little.

"Not a whole lot to tell... We lost, right? Why do you care...?"
>She asked me, seeming like a child that got told she couldn't get a new toy.

>"It doesn't bother me that you lost...I'm honestly curious about what it was like fighting a war against...Well, yourself." I say tipping my head a bit.

"Oh..."
>She replied, gulping a bit, clenching my arm a bit tighter.

"It was....I was...We...They looked like us...And--"
>"You don't have to tell me now. We've had enough heavy talking for one night. I'm sorry for asking." I rest my hand on top of her head.

"..."
>She calmly accepts it, not pulling away from me like before.

>"Sorry." I say again, petting her just a little bit.

"...It's okay..."

I sigh deeply, pissed at myself for fucking up her good mood with my own shitty curiosity and keep my eyes on the TV for 20 minutes or so, moving my hand down to her shoulder, holding her close.

>"Hey, so what do I call you?"

>No response.

>She fell asleep quietly cuddled against me, her long legs stretched across the sofa, her boots kicked off on the floor, I didn't even notice.

>"..." I don't make another sound and stay nice and still, leaving her to rest for a while.

>Before I know it I'm closing my eyes, enjoying the warmth of a woman against me for the first time in...hell...years and pass out right there on the couch, holding her tight.


>It was a dreamless sleep, but...I felt peaceful for the first time in a while, feeling her heat against me, the rays of the afternoon sun shining through the window and smacking me right on the face, pulling me out of rest and right into the sting of blinding light.

>"Hey you still there...?" I ask looking down.

>He head was in my lap now.

>Her body had twisted a little in her sleep, her shirt pulled up, revealing her belly...that soft tanned skin, her gentle feminine curves, the evidence of powerful athletic abs on her beautiful flat stomach, her cute little innie belly button. A mole peeking out at me on her left hip just above the waistline of her pants.

>Tingles down below captain.

>I stare at her a bit longer as I feel a growing tightness in my pants, twisting myself to keep it from poking her on the head, Slipping out from under her and off the couch, replacing my leg with a pillow, shaking the urges off and heading to the bathroom for a cold shower.

>It was a cold shower...A very very cold shower. I maxed the knob out to almost ice cold every time the image of her body would flash in my mind, eventually breaking the thought process by remembering the ammo was supposed to be here.

>How would she even use it...? How does this work? How does any of this work actually?

>The confounding new thoughts replaced arousal.

"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU!? YOU THERE!?"
>She shouted for me, must have been a bit of a shock for her to wake up and not find me anywhere.

>I stumble out of the bathroom in jeans and a tee shirt, finding her on the floor, sitting Indian style with her legs crossed in front of a cardboard box with ORM-D on the side.

>Of course, she found the ammo. I mentally alaugh off the thought of a battle rifle that had likely seen combat waking up scared her owner left.

>"What do you think?" I ask with a smile.

"THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING! THERE'S SO MUCH! IS THIS ALL FOR ME?"
>She looked at me with two fist fulls of the ammo, breathing heavily with excitement.

>"Yeah it's for you." I reply smiling, happy to see her happy.

"Lets go! Now! Lets go lets go lets gooooo!"
>She jumped to her feet as I bent down to pick up the box.

>"Meet me in the car, I'll be there in just a bit, I've gotta get ready myself." I say turning around to find her already running outside, the front door wide open.

>After a few minutes of pulling myself together I walk outside with the box of ammo and her magazines, my grandfather's sunglasses covering my eyes from the bright sun. I place the ammo and the mags in the trunk and report to the front of the car, slipping into the driver's seat.

>"Ready to go?" I ask, looking over to her and seeing her practically beside herself with excitement, nodding several times as I start the engine and put it in reverse, heading out to my Uncle's farm where my preferred range is located. A full range set up with steel targets, a few pumpkins and the like left behind from my uncle's most recent trip in a "Be kind Rewind" kind of range revolving door.

"Wow...This is amazing. This is way better than the training ranges!"
>She remarked eyeballing the steel targets at varying ranges.

>"Yeah, it is pretty impressive here, isn't it?" I reply, loading some of the rounds into a magazine, letting her take in the sights of the range.

>"Ready to go?" I ask, four magazines loaded on the table in front of me.

"Hell yes!"
>She comes over to me, taking my hand and materializing as a rifle in my grasp, My hand already on her pistol grip. I take a moment to look her over, marveling at how she does that, then I hoist her up, loading a magazine in, maybe a little too gently.

"You can be rougher than that. Don't pussy out on me."

>"Yes Ma'am" I reply, slapping the magazine's base plate once it's locked in, racking her charging handle as I normally would, eliciting a bit of a surprised yelp, partially excited sounding, partially....pleased sounding.

>With that I take aim, rubbing my cheek against her cool stock, breathing gently against her steel, I look through her sights, thumbing her safety to the fire position a little awkwardly, she slips making a slightly longing sound.

>I brush my finger against the trigger, feeling her almost tremble with excitement as I line up the sights and slowly...slowly begin to apply pressure.

BANG!

>She barks out, firing...then pain...Ringing miserable pain.

>I forgot to bring my ear protection, turns out I was excited as she was.

>"FUCK!" I shout, taking her off target.

"What's wrong! What's wrong!? Oh fuck are you okay!?"
>She immediately panics and beings to ask what happened as I lay her down on the the table, rubbing my ear with my finger and shaking my head.

>"Yeah...Yeah I'm fine...Fuck..." I shake and walk off a little ways, rubbing my ear gingerly.
>"Forgot to put my protection on..." I look up at her with a smile, back in her human form on the table, staring at me with concern all over her face.

"Ah...I'm so sorry...I'm sorry...I should have reminded you."
>She apologizes profuesely for a mistake that /I/ made, coming over and grabbing my face with both of her hands, inspecting my ear.

>She rubs her palms together next to my left ear gently making the faint skin on skin sound.

"Can you hear that?"

>I nod. "Mhm.."

"Whew...You had me worried...I thought I really hurt you. Wanna keep going now...?"
>She asks me again, seeming like a concerned older sister helping her little brother that fell off his bike.

>"Yeah...lemme just..." I search the ground and pick up two 9mm cases, pressing them into my ears before I lift her back up into my hands. A bit more carefully this time.

>With a sigh I tune out the ringing in my ears, holding my rifle firmly, I take aim at another steel target, rotating the safety off a bit smoother this time and press the trigger...passing the take up and into the wall....and break.

BANG!

>She sends a bullet straight into the 'forehead' of the man silhouette target, I smile a bit and keep the sights trained on the same place, pressing the trigger again after riding the reset.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

>Same place, she was grouping extremely well, despite the fact I couldn't hear her anymore, I knew she was probably making delighted sounds just based on the warmth beginning to resonate from her receiver. Not the heat of being fired...a different kind of warmth.

>I decide to launch a burst of semi auto fire in the direction of the torso.

BANG BANG BANG!

>All three rounds meet their respective locations about 2-3 inches from each other, right near the 'heart' of the same target. Impressive for as quickly as I could pull her trigger.

>I sigh happily and rotate her selector switch to full auto, gripping her more firmly, pulling her tighter into my shoulder and leaning forward, bracing for the incoming recoil, taking aim at a pumpkin on the ground and.

BRAP!

>Five rounds shred the orange gourd, keeping her on target well enough to decimate it, splitting it and spilling it's innards all over the hay bail it was resting on. She was getting much hotter now, I could feel it radiating off of her through her handguards.

>I took aim at another pumpkin, letting the rest of the magazine go in one sustained rip.

BRAAAAAAAP!

>The sonic boom signature hung in the air, barely audible over the muffling of the 'earplugs' as I pop her magazine out, loading a new one in and pulling down on her bolt release straight away, not giving her a moment to rest. Dumping the second mag from round 1 to 20 in one long trigger pull at an old washing basin in the middle of the range.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

>Changing mags again, dropping her bolt just like before. Letting the third magazine go in controlled bursts of three each, picking off the pumpkins and other non steel plate targets before me with the best accuracy I can muster. She was rattling about in my hands as if it were the happiest day of her life to be fired this way. The smile on my face may as well be permanent.

>The final mag I decided to take slow and savor, placing one or two shots in semi auto on each of the steel targets, her bolt locking back, her barrel smoking as I lay her on the table and pull the cases from my ears, brushing my hands off without looking over right away.

>"How was that?" I ask, finally turning my eyes over to her.

"Auughhgmmmm~"

>She babbles a bit, a moaning mess on the table, her face bright red, sweating, her hair a mess. Her black shirt's V-neck having stretched out considerably, wide enough for one of her shapely shoulders to pop through the neck hole, her perfectly shaped cleavage presenting itself at the bot tom of the neck hole, her black lacy bra peeking out at me. A bead of sweat ran from her jawline along her neck and down between those perfectly shaped breasts as her chest rose and fell excitedly.

>Full mast.

>I couldn't help but stare at her as she rubbed her thighs together on the table, rolling her eyes a little, biting her lip excitedly.

"A-again...Do it again~"


>"..." I grabbed a handful of rounds and began loading the magazines in a feverish rush as she panted next to me.

>She leaned forward, breathing in my ear, rubbing her chest against my arm, trying to help me load some in her current 'state'

>Turned out neither of us were quite level headed enough to undergo the task of loading her magazines.
>I kept dropping rounds and even put two in backwards. My face was glowing red just like hers, the moans she kept letting go, trying to stealthily touch herself between each round constantly pulling my attention away.

>She kept dropping her magazine in her lap, fumbling with it much more than me before frustratedly setting it down and growling, stuffing her hand into her pants, her eyes overflowing with lust as she stared at me loading rounds into her remaining magazines.


>If shooting was like this how the hell was cleaning going to be...

>I thought to myself as I finished the small stack, grabbing her and hoisting her up as she yelped with a sexy glee, quickly stuffing my 'earpro' back in and loading her roughly.
>Just the way she liked it.

>I immediately went right into firing, this time at nothing in particular. The recoil on this magazine getting the better of me, beating me around like a novice on full auto for the first time evre.

>I didn't care.

>Mag after mag, case after case landing on the table decorating it...we shot continuously until she was totally empty again.

>I excitedly put her down on the table, my heart pounding from adrenaline as she snaps back to her human form, practically drooling, gasping for air, her shirt yanked down below her breasts now, both shoulders out of the neck hole. She purred and grabbed my collar with both hands, yanking me into her body, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips, the sweet taste of her saliva flooding my mouth as well as that heat. The heat was beyond any woman I'd ever kissed.

"Hnnnhmmm~"
>She moaned into my mouth as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer, like a spider wrapping it's prey. The head radiating off of her enough to bring me to sweating as well as I pressed into her a bit more, grabbing her hips.

>I didn't have a chance, I was locked in by her her, her hands slipping around my back and to the back of my head, squeezing my hair, holding me in place totally as her tongue invaded my mouth, dancing with mine.

"Nnnmm~"
>Her passionate moaning getting more and more eager as she pulled away suddenly with a huge gasp, her forehead pressing against mine, the sound from our combined heavy breathing getting us both more excited as she grinds her hips against me, stimulating my now rock solid member.

"Do it...Just put it in me here...I need it...I fucking need you...Fuck me...<3"
>She squeezed me tighter with her powerful legs, her voice dripping with sex.

>I nod goofily, watching her go for my belt, rubbing me through my pants, she tugged at my belt and unclasped it, her breathing getting more and more excited as I moved to match her, my hands slipping down her back, finding their way down to her ungodly ass, giving it a firm squeeze, getting a much more excited sound out of her, unzipping my jeans she reached in, her fingertip barely brushing against my cock.

>"HEY ANON!" A familiar male voice rang out, shouting from the field about 300 meters away, I could barely make it out, but the only person that'd recognize me from this distance was the owner of this particular land.
>My uncle.

"Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME!?"
>She stared in the direction of his voice, vocalizing her rage, still grinding against me a bit, panting and glowering at the man walking toward us, my back covering her from view.

"Let me fucking shoot him, PLEASE?"
>She begged just a little, semi serious.

>"No you cant shoot my uncle..." I sigh angrily, cooling myself down and righting myself, zipping my jeans and buttoning them, righting my belt and leaning in, giving the fuming girl another quick kiss as she pulls her clothes back into their rightful places.

>She growls at me, returning the kiss anyway before returning to her rifle form, his footsteps getting louder as I adjust myself, hiding the raging hammer Mjolnir in my pants.

>I shake the angry thoughts at him from my head and sigh deeply one more time before turning around and greeting him.

>Thankfully he's in his working clothes, indicating he doesn't have much time to talk, still at work on the fields.

>He'd heard our shooting.

>I do my best to keep the discussion short with him, Outlining where the FAL came from, considering he knows the ins and outs of my collection and could recognize a new acquisition, let alone a full auto one, covering all the circumstances leading to this current point in time.

>Thank fuck he didn't have time to stay and shoot. She'd have probably mauled him.

>After about 10 minutes of fluff conversation, he saw himself off, and then the air..and the mood was dead, along with her eagerness to shoot as she transforms back into her human form.

"Fuck him. I was trying to fuck your brains out."
>She curled her hands into fists, her shirt and hair all tidy again, flicking an empty case in my direction.

>"Not literally I hope." I reply looking her over.

"Of course not, dipshit, I wanna cum, not kill you."
>She grumbles, standing up.

"S'get out of here..."
>She helps me pick up the magazines and carry the ammo back to the car, getting in before me and waiting for me to follow in the front seat.

>To hell with setting up those fucking pumpkins after what he interrupted.

>"So...Is that an every time you shoot thing or..." I ask curiously as I sit in the driver's seat, starting the old muscle car and beginning to pull off the farm.

"Uh...well..It's been a long time for me...Usually I'm more in control of myself...That and your hands are just so big...and you handled me just right....so...I got lost in the moment."
>She explained, trailing off just a little bit, trying to seem like she's still not pissed about not getting laid.

>"By the looks of it you came at least once anyway." I reply giving her a mocking grin.

"I did."
>She punched me in the arm. Hard.

"I realize now I don't even know your name...He called you Anon right...?"
>She spoke flatly, staring out the window, her chin resting on her fist, making her head bob up and down slightly as she spoke.

>"Yeah, that's me. I meant to ask you last night, what do I call you?"

>She looks at me with a bewildered expression, like I'd just spoken a foreign language.

"What do you call me? What does that mean?"
>She raised an eyebrow.

>"Like a name...?"

"Don't have one. Never did. So whatever you want, I guess."
>She fired back almost instantly, a bit snippy. I can't say I blame her.

>"How about Rose? It's almost written on your receiver as is. It'd be easy for both of us." I pull a name out of the air, hoping she'll find it okay. Jokes about Titanic flooding my mind in seconds.

>I open my mouth and inhale, about to vocalize my change of mind.

"I like it!"
>She perks up, not realizing my sudden problem with the name I gave her.

>"Well...if you want me to call you anything else, you just tell me, okay?"

"Sure!...Also, you're cleaning me when we get home. I'm getting mine, dammit."
>She points at me sternly, making it clear this isn't negotiable.

>"Yes Ma'am" I reply, speeding up a little bit, anticipating more of what got ruined earlier.

>We pull into my driveway in what feels like record time, my headlights and the faint light from the setting sun illuminating my small house at the edge of the woods. Storm clouds had started rolling in during the 30 minute drive, thunder was rolling in the distance, the clouds on the way overhead to swallow the rest of the fading dark pink sunset.

"So. Any other surprise visitors, or can we do whatever the fuck we want now?"
>She snarkily speaks to me as I lay the remaining ammo down on the table along with her magazines, my eyes meeting with my pair of electronic ear protection mocking me from the counter top.

>"Nah. Just us for the rest of the night." I reply, stretching a bit.

"Well then."
>Rose steps over to the table, turning her back to it and hoisting herself up onto it, parting her legs in front of a chair, wordlessly telling me to plant myself in it.
"It's time you get to cleaning~"

>I nod awkwardly at her predatory sounding words as I head off to retrieve my cleaning kit, sitting it on the table beside her and taking a seat in the chair she's straddling, my head eye level with her chest, taking in her scent.

>She grins at my awkwardness, I was acting as if the events from an hour or so ago never happened, crossing her arms in front of her and grabbing the hem of her shirt, lifting it off over her head, revealing her upper body to me.

>Breathtaking.

>She kept her mischievous smirk on as she watched me take in every inch of that perfect athletic body. Those abs, those arms...that chest, barely contained by her black bra, another mole on her right breast that I hadn't noticed in the flurry of lust earlier, just barely cresting out from the fabric line of the bra. She twisted her torso from side to side teasingly.

"Like what you see or something~?"

>"N-No shit..." I reply awkwardly. She was beyond any woman I'd ever had before -- FAR out of my league, I honestly felt like I'd ruin her body if I touched it...

>But I did it anyway.
>Her skin was soft and warm, the firmness of her muscles under my fingertips springing back against my touch. The coolness of my fingers making her inhale sharply at first, her tight tummy sucking in away from my fingers before slowly resting again, meeting my touch again, goosebumps forming on her skin.

"Your hands are fuckin' cold..."
>She growled just a little, grabbing the backs of my hands with hers, directing my touch around her body and up her sides, slipping up onto her bra, each hand now resting on both breasts.

"Lemme warm them up, ma--Pfffftahahaha~"
>She was laughing at my mouth breather expression. I must have looked absolutely retarded.

"Your face! ahaha! Stop being so dumb!"
>I grumble a bit and close my mouth, looking a bit scornful about being made fun of at my weakest as I look back up into her blue eyes, she was blushing despite being so dominant over me.

>"You can tell me to stop all you want, but I don't think I'm going to stop being amazed at how you look..."

"Shut up, retard."
>She smirked at me again, kicking her boots off and shedding her socks using her toes, skillfully pushing them off and dropping them off into the floor, her soft bare feet pressing at my chest and nearly tipping my chair over before slipping down my chest to my stomach, then finding their way to my lap, rubbing my crotch.

"Where's my cleaning rod~"
>"Waking up..." I reply slowly, squeezing her chest a bit more, letting my hands explore a bit more, watching her suddenly lean forward and reach behind her back, unclasping her bra, teasing me with it, slipping it down, inch by slowly painful inch before finally letting it drop off .

>Her breasts came free of the fabric, two perfect light pink nipples atop her tanned cinnamon skin, matching the color of her lips almost exactly, both of them hard, illustrating her arousal. Evidence of tanlines marking her soft pillows, the portion nearest her nipples considerably lighter than the rest of her skin tone as if she'd been sunbathing in a bikini.

>She grabbed the back of my head and forced me in between her perky C-cups, laughing at me again as my hands fall limp and meet her hips, grasping her firmly.

>Her feet reacted to the tent growing in my pants, working me skillfully with her toes and soles, rubbing me through my jeans for the second time today.

"You like my feet, huh?...You little freak~"

>I try to speak in protest, but only manage to moan pathetically as she squeezes me with both her feet, almost stroking it through my pants, moaning at my reaction, pushing my hips up just a little.

"Ahaha...~ You totally do...~"

>"MyFayshiShInurTihtts..." I speak back, trying to turn my head to speak clearly, trying to downplay the fact her feet were actually getting me way harder than they should be, mostly to defend my honor, but she wasn't concerned with anything I was saying, reaching over and opening up the cleaning kit.

"Mm~ You've got good stuff in here."
>She lifts a bottle of concentrated Ballistol up from the old metal toolbox, looking it over.

"Give me a massage with this later, okay~?"
>She drums on my head with her free hand, setting the bottle down, smirking at me weakly trying to resist her rubbing.

"Ooh, and what's this one~?"
>She sounded even more mischievous than before, lifting a bottle of astroglide from the cleaning box, her smirk growing into a lewd grin.

>"T-that wasn't in there yesterday." I reply, watching the ideas already forming on her face.

"Well...Lube is lube, right~?"
>With that she popped the bottle of 'personal' lube open and began to let it drizzle over her chest, the shiny fluid streaming down her perfect breasts, leaving a slick trail behind, grabbing my hands and pressing them back to her bare chest.

>I immediately begin to rub it in, running my hands down her chest to her stomach, giving her whole torso a brilliant shine in the kitchen lights that drove me wild, the glow it was giving her somehow managing to make her even more arousing than before, my cock was throbbing now despite the fact she'd stopped toying with me below.

>She giggled at the feeling of my hands slipping over her nipples and down her belly, tickling her a bit as I do so, the sound of her voice nearly making me drool, I was totally mesmerized with the shine, moving up to her shoulders and down her arms as she undid her own belt and button her fatigues.

"Well. Are you going to finish field stripping me, or do I have to do everything myself?"
>Blinking wasn't as fast as me pulling those pants off, I stood and yanked it clean off her body by the ankles in one quick motion, so rough and so fast she barely moved at all, like ripping a table cloth from under a complete dining set.

>Her laughing filled the air at my eagerness heated me up just like before at the range as I look at her sitting on the table, kissing her again, her arms wrapping around my neck and holding me there as she savored it this time.

>She was owning the entire situation, one of her hands reaching around and beginning to lift my shirt off my body, refusing to break the kiss.

>"Mhh your pant--"

"Shut up."
>She instantly cut me off, deepening the kiss, getting pissed my shirt wasn't coming off the way she wanted it to.

>Tug.
>Yank.
>Frustrated growl.

>RIP

>...And there it went, she tore it off of me from neck to bottom.

"Sorry. Not Sorry."
>She grabbed me, pulling me down onto the table, her hands on my shoulders, wrapping around my neck again as I close the distance between us, pulling me down on top of her as she lays back, nearly hitting her head on the box of ammo.

>Or she would have, if I didn't sweep the whole box and all of the magazines off the table, sending live rounds all over the floor.

"Ahaha~ Wow~"
>She laughs in my ear again as I grind my cock against her through my pants as she locks her legs around my hips, drool beginning to run down her chin from the sloppiness of our kiss, my hand wondering down her body to her hip, curving in and squeezing her bare ass...

>A thong.

>Of course she was wearing a thong.

>She leans up, panting and sweating now, blending with the shine of the lube on her skin, starting to undo my belt and jeans button, actually managing to get it undone and revealing my length to the open air for the first time, the sight of it throbbing for her enough to make her stop for a moment to take it all in.

"Oooh...holy shit...You're going to fucking destroy me...~"
>She seemed hypnotized for a moment, the lube on her body transferring onto mine as she rubbed against me, starting to turn us both into a slippery mess.

>The excess lube on my hands began to rub into her lower body, giving it the same shine as her torso, I picked up on this and began to rub it in the length of her legs from top to bottom, her stomach and chest heaving in air excitedly as she bit her lip, watching me rub her legs and then part them again, starting to fuss with her panties.

>The position we were in would have to be broken for me to get them off, and unlike her I wasn't interested in breaking parts in the heat of passion.

>I pull them aside and growl, rubbing my glans against her bare and dripping wet slit, her pussy totally shaved and clean, My hand reaching down, thumbing her clit a bit as I tease her.

>She moaned and and tried to urge me on by rocking her hips upward bouncing a little on the table.

"Stop fucking teasing me...god dammit....nnghh...~"

>She was soaked, her feminine lubricant had soaked the scant little panties completely, I pause for a moment, teasing her just a little bit longer before I align myself and press into her past the initial resistance, grunting into her ear.

"F-Fuuuuuckkkkkk!~"
>She squirms under me, squeezing me tighter as I start to move with a slow rhythm, the table creaking a bit with each thrust into her boiling hot pussy, constricting and squeezing me almost feeling tighter every time I press in.

>It felt like she was trying to tear it off...in a good way...She was so tight...No doubt a by product of her muscular stomach, clenching me happily.

"Fucking do it faster, you little bitch...I can take it, can you?"
>"Rrgh...are you trying to make cum already or is this your idea of stamina training..." I growl back, obeying her command however, picking up the pace.

"That's for me to know~ Nnnnhhh~ Fuck yes...~"
>She moaned loudly as I pressed deeper, changing my angle as I sped up, the table starting to squeak and slide with the forces I was putting on it.

"You're gonna break the fuckin' table....gnnhhh~"
>"So you care about the table..." I pant into her ear, licking her neck and earlobe just a bit, making her shiver and dig her nails into my back.

"O-of course I do...I-I'm on it aren't I?"
>She responded, gasping and panting her words as I continued my assault on her body, squeezing her ass and lifting her hips, starting to build speed again, her perfect tits bouncing with my thrusts, the table openly speaking it's displeasure with a wooden creak, then a snap, one of the legs going slack, the whole table leaning sharply, but not falling over.

>She yelps in surprise, her eyes going wide, the position changing surprising her along with the severity of the crack, starting to crack up laughing, her belly bouncing as she does, nearly snorting she's laughing so hard.

"Ahaha! I told you dipshit...~ I can't even trust you to fuck me right...ahh...~"
>She slowly wound down after berating me, standing up in front of me carefully with my cock still just barely inside, biting the tip of her tongue and smiling at me, her upper body leaning back as her hips touch mine, looking down between us at our connection, her clit rubbing against my shaft, our breathing excited.

"Mmmm~ So are you actually close or~?"
>"Kind of..." I reply, the breather she's giving me much needed, sweat running down my face as she suddenly drops down to her knees, opening her mouth with an "auhhhmmm~" and taking my length into her mouth, starting to suck without remorse for my situation, lewd slurps and smacks filling the air as she goes to work on me, bobbing her head back and forth.

>"H-Hey! Rose! F-Fuck...." I trail off as she looks up at me with my dick in her mouth, her lips tight around me as she worked me with her tongue, she pressed deeply with a moan, forcing me into her throat without pausing, rubbing my balls with both hands, pulling off for only one second to urge me on.

"Cum for me...~ Mmn~"
>She went back to work as soon as she said those words, working me for another 30 seconds, feeling me starting to throb she moaned a bit louder, I grunted and squeezed her hair as I start to thrust into her throat, cumming hard, the semen starting to shoot into her mouth, intensifying her sucking for a minute as she takes it all in, pulling away with a satisfied sounding "Pwah~", taking the last few ropes on her face, moaning and licking me as I throb and twitch.

"Your solvent is pretty bitter, I think you need a better diet Anon."
>She smirks, giving the head of my cock a kiss as my knees go weak, collapsing on the floor beside her as she grins at me, wiping her face clean with her fingers and then licking them clean.

"You know I'm not done with you yet...~ Right~?"
>I gulp at the prospect, my eyes meeting her lusty blue pools.

>She crawled up my body right there on the floor, her hands wrapping around my wrists, pushing them up above my head, moving the 7.62x51 rounds laying on the floor around, making them clink off of each other.

>She stares down at me, leaning in and kissing me, predatory, my own taste faintly on her tongue, changing her flavor just a bit, but I was too exhausted to protest. She adjusted herself, locking both of my wrists down with one hand, slipping her now free hand down to her hip, a thumb slipping into the waistline of her panties, pulling them off all the way, hoisting them up and tying my hands together with them, loosely enough I could get out of them if I really wanted to.

>Not that I would...

>She mounts me, biting her lip again, her slit pressing down against the underside of my semi-flaccid member, pressing it against my stomach, slowly beginning to work her hips fore and aft on me, putting in the effort to make me hard again.

"I was getting close, you quickshot...Make up for it..."
>She moans lowly, both of her hands on my chest as she speeds her grinding up, my eyes taking in the motions of her hips and stomach, the subtle bounce of her breasts with each gyration.

>Fire for effect.

>She coos a bit when she feels me begin to throb again, growing to full size in a little under 2 minutes of her care. She lifted her hips off of me and reached down, pressing me back inside her tight fold, starting to bounce on top of me relentlessly.

"Ah...Ahhnn~ There we go~ nn~"
>She voices her pleasure with the situation as I press my hips up a bit to meet hers, her whole body bouncing on top of me, her breasts happily jiggling with each of her powerful bounces, she would occasionally switch the motion, going to a slow, long circular grind without lifting her hips to a forward and back motion, then back to bouncing on top of me like a lewd bunny rabbit, leaning forward over me to give her self more leverage, squeezing my forearms as she began to work her hips up and down, her belly touching mine periodically between her hip motions.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck me!...C'mon!"
>She slaps my face suddenly in the heat of her riding, hard enough to leave a hand print on me, drooling a little, her face flushed from excitement and the exertion of sex as sped up a bit.

>"MGH!" I growl at the sting of her slap, falling right into the snare she set for me, viciously bucking upward and meeting her bounces with them, our hips meeting beginning to intensify the lewd sounds to the point they were louder than our own ecstasy driven noises.

"F-Fuuuuuckkk! Fuckk! I-I'm gonna cum!"
>She squeals her words, her voice much higher than usual, prompting me to break free of my restraints, grabbing her ass and giving it a firm slap before sitting up, bouncing her roughly on my lap as I growl a little, kissing her as I start to throb, the constriction of her body preparing to orgasm pushing me to the edge, her juices beginning to flow more rapidly adding an even wetter sound to the motions.

"Y-You're gonna cum again?...Inside! S-Shoot it inside me..."
>She can barely form her words at this point, her eyes rolling a bit, resting her head down on my shoulder panting heavily, clinging to me and letting me do the rest of the work, her orgasm slamming into her like a brick wall as she squeaks, squeezing me so tightly I can barely move, biting down on my shoulder as I grunt, cumming deep inside her quivering pussy, her high pitched squeals and moans making my orgasm just that much better as she trembles and quakes on top of me, suddenly relaxing, cooing and riding the waves of pleasure that still seem to be rolling through her athletic frame.

"Nh..hnnmmmn...."
>She breathes heavily, keeping her head against my shoulder, my breaths matching hers as I slide back, my back meeting the cabinets, resting my head back against them , my hand finding the back of her head, petting her a bit, and pulling the leather band holding her hair in place, letting it down, running my fingers through it, the two of us still connected at the hips.

"I love you, Anon..."
>She speaks softly, rubbing her cheek against me as I continue petting her, the words making my heart skip a beat.

>"I love you too, Rosaria."
>I lean down, extending her name fully kissing her forehead softly, my arms tightening around my treasure, a warm droplet running down my chest.

>Tears in her eyes, she sniffles a little bit.

>I thought it better not to say anything, my left hand rubbing the small of her back, keeping her warm.

"We didn't do much cleaning..."
>She speaks up after about 20 minutes of holding each other, satisfaction in her voice as she sits up wiping her eyes, indicating to me she'd been gently crying with happiness the whole time.

>"Well...I suppose water isn't bad for you." I stand up suddenly, making her yelp then giggle a little, holding her in my arms, grabbing a brush from the cleaning kit and taking her into the bathroom with me, stepping into the shower and starting the water, refusing to let her down, kissing each other playfully in the hot water.

>Eventually she wriggles out of my grasp and touches her own feet to the shower floor, prompting me to start washing her with soap, ignoring her small sounds of protest, smiling a bit at her as I do, making sure to get every single little crevice of her body, employing the nylon cleaning brush in places she was ticklish, just to make her squirm.

"Can you fuggin stop...haha!~ Stop!~"
>I ignore her and continue scrubbing between her toes with the tiny brush watching her struggling to stand, her face starting to turn red from laughing.

>She bites her lip, almost a telltale sign she was up to something as she grabs me, pulling me up to my feet and snatches the brush from me, starting to return the favor, washing me all over with soap, smacking the top of my head with a shampoo filled hand and roughly ruffling my hair, laughing at my head bobbling with her vigorous scrubbing, finally leaning up and kissing me as the shampoo starts to rinse away from my scalp, getting into her mouth.

"PGUHH! Fuck!...Bad idea...fuck..."
>She spits and sputters, opening her mouth and closing her eyes, catching the water in her mouth, spitting it out and grumbling as I try not to laugh at her stupid mistake for fear of recourse, grabbing her and lifting her up again, shutting the water off and drying her as thoroughly as possible, not giving her a second to protest.

>After a moment she's standing in the middle of the bathroom, nice and dry, her hair still moist and clumped together as I tend to myself, then rummage through the cabinet under the sink, producing a hair dryer an ex had left behind, plugging it in and and starting to dry her hair for her, ignoring her displeasure with the hot hair.

"I can do this you know."

>"But you're my rifle. And I'm going to do my job and take care of you." I watch what I'm doing in the mirror, fluffing her hair a bit, letting the hair dryer do it's work, crossing her arms and pouting, staring back into the mirror at me taking care of her, her expression faintly annoyed, but her beautiful blue eyes held a happiness in them that nobody in the world could have mistaken.

>Finishing up with the hair dryer I set it down on the sink and hoist her back up into my arms, her hair very faintly damp and fluffy, carrying her though the house to my bedroom at the other end, past the broken kitchen table and the mess of rounds on the floor, the rain pattering against the window filling the air, a soft clap of thunder adding atmosphere.

"What about the table..."
>She spoke softly, peeking up at it over my shoulder.

>"Fuck the table." I reply with a small smirk, sending her into a laughing fit as I dive into bed with her held tightly in my arms.

>The occasional flash of lightning and roll of thunder paring with the image of the rain running down the windows was all that would light the room, putting an intricate marble pattern on the bed with every flash, the two of us laying naked together under the sheets, keeping each other close, her head resting on my chest, drifting off to my heartbeat.

"I meant what I said by the way anon...I love you....I'll never leave your side...ever..."
>She spoke again, hugging me a bit tighter.

>"And I meant it when I said I loved you too, Rosie. You're my treasure forever."
>She lets out a tiny joyful laugh.

"I'm so happy..."
>She nuzzled in against me as I run my fingers through her hair again, the two of us drifting off to sleep together, ready to begin the rest of our lives together as Rifle and Owner.


>End.