Returning The Favor WIP (Noir OC-Tober) (Patreon)

“Thanks again for your help, Randal. I would try and fix it myself, but the guys at the recovery ward never taught me the first thing when it came to my prosthetic. Just how to keep it clean.” Noir kept her eyes locked on the window next to her as her metallic left arm was laid across her neighbor’s table. Her reflection showed her a somber expression to match her heterochromatic red and green eyes, as well as her black hair covering a large portion of her ample breasts. After some malfunctions, she had decided that it was time to ask the only technician in town for his help getting her arm back in shape.

“Don’t worry about it, Foudre. I’m sure the boys in the lab were just too busy with their own gadgets to care too much about an arm. But, I’ve got to say, whatever they gave you is some top of the line stuff. I didn’t even think our military had something like this.” Randal had his face buried into the opened portion of Noir’s arm. The entire portion from her wrist to her elbow was exposed, showing wires upon wires upon more wires. But he didn’t shy away from the challenge of working on something like this.

It certainly helped that Noir wasn’t the type to be shy around those she trusted. The few times he had looked up from her arm to make sure she wasn’t bored or itching to get back to her workouts, he saw her staring out at the window before his gaze drifted down to her scar-riddled body. It was clear that she had been through a lot when she was away with the military, but he knew that those stories weren’t anything he’d want to hear. Though, those stories probably had something to do with just how comfortable she was with her upper half being exposed whenever she wasn’t going out for supplies. “So, you got any plans now that you’re back in town? Pretty much everyone from your generation has either left to live their own lives or resigned themselves to take care of us older folk.”

“I’ve only been back in town for a little over a month at this point. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to stay and work or if I’m going to leave town again.” Noir turned her head to the side to see Randal staring at her with a slightly disappointed expression. “Don’t give me that look. I lived half of my life here and half of my life fighting. Can’t expect me to want to stick around too much.” Her lips curled into a gentle smile as she watched Randal roll his eyes and turn his attention back toward her arm. “Speaking of staying and working, what do I owe you for this? I doubt it’ll be the last time I have to come back for your help.”

“I’d say it’s on the house, but the business hasn’t been doing that great as of late.” A heavy sigh escaped Randal’s lips as he attached the plate that covered Noir’s arm back in place, watching as she lifted her arm off of the table and started to move her fingers to make sure it was working properly. “I honestly don’t know, Noir. I’ll let you walk with it this time if you’d like. But next time, I’ll have you pay when the job is done. I’ve never worked on tech that advanced until now, so I don’t want to charge if shit goes wrong.”

Noir’s eyes shifted from her arm to look at Randal. She took a deep breath and brought her now fixed metallic hand to the back of her head, running it through her hair for a moment. “Tell you what, Randal… I’ll do something special for you just this once and we can call it even for this tune-up. Next time, I’ll pay in cash.”

“Well, that depends on just what you have in mind, Foudre.”

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When Noir grabbed hold of Randal’s wrist, he didn’t expect her to drag him to his own bedroom and close the door behind her. But he didn’t exactly complain, or even say anything, as she pushed him onto his bed and crouched down between his legs. He just kept watching her, having a faint idea of just what she was going to do, but unsure if he was making it up in his mind or if she would actually go through with it. He got his answer the moment she unzipped his pants and used her hand to fish out his cock through his zipper.

Noir didn’t waste a moment before she wrapped her fingers around the base of her neighbor’s shaft, bringing her metallic hand into her hair to move the strands that were covering her face behind her ear. She leaned in close to Randal’s shaft and gave the tip a few quick and gentle licks, her multi-colored eyes staying on his shaft to see how it reacted. There wasn’t any hesitation in the way she lowered her head even more and pressed her lips against the underside of his shaft, listening to him groan quietly above her.

The ex-military woman moved a little lower, closer to his balls, placing another kiss on his shaft and hearing him groan a little bit louder. A moment later, noir closed her eyes and wrapped her soft lips around Randal’s heavy sack, taking one of his balls into her mouth. She was quick in sucking and playing with what was in her mouth before she spit it out and took the other one into her mouth instead. A quick repeat of the process and she spit that one back out before placing a few kisses against her neighbor’s cock once again. “Remember, this is only this one time, Randal.”