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Day 28 -- Proctor Ingram

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Body Worship with Proctor Ingram x g/n!Sole

Golly, Proctor Ingram is just one of my favorite people in fallout, I swear. I love her personality, her relationship with the Sole Survivor, her relationship with the rest of the members of the brotherhood and those aboard the Prydwen, her relationship with technology as an engineer, just-- too much to explore in this little work, but still, I hope that love shines through. <3

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Included: Body Worship, self-esteem issues (sorta), jokes in poor taste, relations between ranks, undressing, kissing, so much kissing, breast play, fingering, oral sex, cunnilingus, accepting praise/compliments.

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“What do you want?” Ingram blocked the entrance with her semi-mechanical form as she opened the door to her quarters.

Sole’s fist was still raised from their knocking.

“W-well, I just wanted to talk to you about what I said.”

Ingram scowled down at them, her hard, unforgiving brows low over her eyes. A moment passed, and with something between a scoff and a sigh, she moved aside to let them step into her quarters.

Don’t need to draw any more attention to the memory of their comment than due necessary.

“Yeah, it was a good one, soldier.” She said, without a semblance of humor in her dry voice. “I’m sure everyone got a real kick out of it.”

“I don’t think you understand, Ingram–”

The proctor narrowed her eyes as they spoke her name. A warning.

“Ma’am. Sorry… I just…”

“Go on, soldier. I don’t have time for this.”

“I just want you to know," They said it so rapidly, the words almost melded together, "What I said wasn’t a joke. I meant it.”

“Look, knight, you don’t have an audience anymore. You can cut the crap.” She turned away from them and walked with heavy steps back over to the layers of schematics lying on her raised desk. “Let me get back to work.”

She ignored them for a bit, leafing through the blueprints carefully with her metal gauntlets, only half focused on the contents with Sole still loitering behind her distractingly.

Stubbornly.

“Look, you forget how to open a door or something?” Ingram said over her shoulder, without sparing them so much as a glance.

“No, I just… I can’t leave until you believe me.” They said it as if it were obvious, as though that were a fact of life and not some rule they’d made up just that second.

“I believe you.” She said tersely, “Now, buh-bye.”

“No,” She heard their footsteps approaching her from behind, “That doesn’t count.”

When they reached her, they placed a hand over her metal arm. They did it gently, as though they were touching straight through to her skin.

“I mean really believe me.” They put pressure on her arm, encouraging her to turn, to face them and look them in the pleading eye. “Ingram, please. I… I can't help how the others took it, and it was stupid of me, to say it out there in the cafeteria for all of them to hear, but, please, know that it was just that: me being stupid. Not… malicious or snide or the asshole you probably see me as now.”

“I’ll accept your apology. Knight.” Her expression remained cold, despite her words, “I’ll accept that you regret what you said, but I–”

“I don’t regret it.” They cut in, “Not at all, I… Well, I regret the way everyone reacted, but…”

Ingram’s eyes grew distant, if only for a moment, as she was thrust back into the memory of the cafeteria from earlier that evening.

The laughter, the wide eyes, the pats on the back for Sole joking about what no one else dared.

She remembered her friends, her colleagues, the closest thing she had to family, all delighting in what she’s become. The novel of being with someone like her.

Maybe it was her personality. After all, there were other disabled brotherhood members, and they should, should, have sympathy for their brothers and sisters wounded in the field. Maybe it was her hair, her face, her gruff self, it was her own sense of humor, even. She would be in on it, she could laugh at herself, chuckle it off with a few drinks with the guys.

Ingram thought back to their faces though… The way their eyes had gone to her frame, like people’s do when they meet her for the first time. Even Teagan… the way he’d chuckled until their eyes met. Then the guilt she saw there.

If it had been innocent, why would he have felt guilty? Why would he have stopped laughing when he caught her eye.

Cade had looked angry, which gave her another hint into how Sole’s little compliment was really perceived by everyone. He’d stood up with a groan of his stool and a loud clank of his drink, and made his displeasure known.

It was when he tried to approach her that she laughed along and excused herself.

Now they’ll talk even more.

Ingram felt her breath pick up, felt frustration brew in her, heating her chest and eyes all the same.

Should’ve just fucking stuck it out. Been a sport about it. Then it wouldn’t stick.

Then Sole might’ve not felt the need to do this.

She almost wondered if Cade was somehow responsible for this little apology of theirs.

“But you deserve to know the truth.” Sole finished finally, bringing her back to the present moment.

Ingram merely looked at them, her face still drawn and uncertain, but… she felt compelled to hear out the rest of this– surely rehearsed– little speech of theirs.

“I think you’re incredible.” They said it softly, so quietly, she had to lean down to hear them, “You’re funny, and intelligent, so skilled at what you do, I just… I look up to you so much. As a soldier, as an engineer, as my superior. You’re the best of the brotherhood, and you do it without being stuffy. You’re the smartest in the room most of the time, but you’re still so fun to be around. You’re… just as I said before... I think you’re beautiful, too.”

They almost had her.

Really, she’d felt her throat tighten a bit with the emotion of it all, felt a warmth start in her chest that had begun to spread, and then… then it turned to ice as they finished with the same cruelty that started this whole mess.

“In your own, grease-covered, dirt speckled kind of way.” Sole tried to finish, sickly sweet syrup dripping from their lips as they looked away with a nervous run of their hand over the back of their neck.

What a performance.

Ingram didn’t grace any of it with a response. If they wouldn’t leave, fine, whatever, but she still had work that needed finishing.

“Ingram?” They tried to lean into her line of sight as she turned back to her papers on the table. “Were you listening to anything I just said?”

“Yes. I was.” She flipped a paper over as she spoke, moving onto the next. “You can tell Cade that it was well-written. And that I’m not going to forgive him for this easily.”

“Wh–”

“Tell him he’s bringing the drinks this Thursday, not me. And I expect the good stuff.”

“Fucking hell, woman. Forgot to mention stubborn as an ass in my speech.”

“Watch you’re fucking language, soldier.”

“Cade had nothing to do with this." They ignored her jab, "Neither did Maxson or Teagan o-or Neriah or anyone but me.” They were a bit out of breath as they spoke to her, she could hear the frustration building in their voice, raising it higher one octave, could see it in the way they raised their hands, the way their gestures became full-bodied and rapid. “I was dumb, yes, I shouldn’t have tried a pickup line flirting method with you out in public like that. And I… I shouldn’t have disrespected you by… by talking about your body that way. That was an asshole move, but, really Ingram, I came by it honestly, I swear.”

Her hands had paused on the blueprints, her eyes staring straight through the papers as she absorbed their words. As she, for the first time that night, considered them.

“Like I said. I meant it.”

They stepped closer to her on that word, on the one they emphasized from the very moment they'd stepped into this room.

Ingram took a breath.

“How?” She asked, her voice matching their earlier faintness.

“How…?”

“How will you prove it to me?”

Through the silence permeating the steel-coated room, she heard their breath catch in their throat, heard them gulp nervously, heard them take yet another step closer, until they could take her armored hand in both of theirs.

She almost flinched away.

Almost.

“With your permission…” They brought the back of her hand to their face, and pressed their lips gently to the metal. “I’d like to make good on my promise. Stupid as it was to say out there, in here, well… You were the only audience that was really meant to hear it.”

They tried to pull her along with them, as they took a step or two backwards, but Ingram held firm.

“Then why not tell me? This way, I mean.” Her voice came out harsher than she’d meant it to. More accusatory, and less curious than she truly felt. “Why not be honest?”

“Because… like I said, I’m stupid. Is that so hard to believe?”

She had to admit, that did pull a chuckle from her.

“I was stupid and cowardly and too afraid that you would think it was a joke and, and be mad about it, or that you’d just outright reject me, and… And then that’s what happened, so, you know… Now I guess I figured, what have I got to lose?”

They shrugged as they finished speaking, a little, earnest glean to their eyes as they looked up at her sadly, pleadingly. Like one of those damn squires when they want a ride on her shoulders.

How could I say no?

“Maybe a couple teeth, if I was in the mood for it.” Ingram said, but, in the same breath, relented to their pressure, and allowed Sole to lead her to where they desired.

“But...?” Their voice had a light humor to it, as if they were tiptoeing over thin ice.

They may as well be, at this point.

Generously though, Ingram allowed them an armistice, an olive branch of sorts, as she answered.

“But… You’re off the hook.” Another look reminiscent of a child’s, this time of one’s ability to experience unfounded joy, illuminated their features.

“For now.” She added quickly, “But whether that changes or not is going to heavily depend on what you choose to do next.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Sole said, their hands still wrapped around her metal gauntlet, their expression suddenly somber, earnestly determined. “I promise.”

With that, their hands traveled up her armored frame, grazing along the metalwork like it was her own tender skin, before their form wound its way behind her. Ingram's eyes stayed narrowed the whole while, tentatively waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to realize their joke had gone too far.

“Anything I can help you with back there?” Ingram tilted her head towards the sound of fingers prodding on metal, trying to twist, to press into it. Testing.

“I want to be able to reach you.” Sole sounded almost breathless behind her.

Just from trying to release the opening lever? Maybe they really did need help.

“Have you tried climbing? This frame makes me pretty tall.”

“Work with me here, Proctor. You know what I mean.” That same such seriousness continued to rule their tone, and Ingram felt something stir in her chest at the feeling. The feeling they were showing her, and whatever the hell was brewing in her own heart, her own mind in a direct response to it.

Do I shut it down now? Or… see where this goes? Where this feeling goes, where they go when I am out of my frame?

I’ll know for sure where the truth lies, if I let them see me.

The thought sobered her somewhat. It’d been a long, long while since anyone had seen her out of her frame. Anyone but Cade, but he barely counted. Doctors didn’t count.

Attractive knights that confessed their ‘need to be with her’ in the middle of a busy cafeteria… well, they only counted a little.

But still, they counted.

“Step back, knight.” She heard herself say, and the clanging sounds stopped, she felt their presence ease off of her, and with one extended metal-framed arm, she undid the necessary levers to allow the bulky thing to hiss as it expanded, as it opened, and lowered her to the point she could remove herself from the labyrinth of tech.

“Do you need–”

“I’ve managed well enough on my own so far.” Ingram huffed, her strong arms hauling her successfully out and to the foot of her cot, where she’d built steps to ease her way onto the mattress. “Just… If you really care to ‘make good on your promise,’ you can… Can join me on the bed.”

She settled there herself, facing out towards them as she saw Sole hesitate. She didn’t intend it, but Ingram’s breath halted in her chest.

“And if you don’t, well, you know damn well where the door is.”

“I’m not leaving, just… That was amazing.” Sole sounded out of breath themself, and as they rounded her suit to step into her line of sight, their own eyes gleamed with… What the hell was that?

She wanted to say wonder, but that felt presumptuous.

“You really built all this?” Sole sat down on the bed beside her, keeping their wide-eyed gaze locked to hers the whole way.

“W-well, yes, sort of. Not from scratch at least. Didn’t mine the metal myself, or anything like that.” She chuckled, was that… nervously? “But yes, made modifications to your standard power armor frame.”

“Right when I thought you couldn’t get any cooler...”

“Hey, you were the one on ice for two-hundred years.” She piped up with another little laugh, feeling more awkward than she remembered being in years.

“If I was given a thousand years,” Sole carried on easily, “I wouldn’t be as bad-ass as you, Proctor.”

She only blinked at that.

It’d been so long since she’d been woo-ed, flirted with, even complimented in this sort of capacity.

Sole scooted closer as she remained silent, close enough that their leg brushed hers where it cut off into nothing, a bit above the memory of her knee. They didn’t flinch, didn’t even look, just kept those earnest eyes firmly on hers, boring into her like they were still pleading their case.

They are. Ingram tried to remind herself, but already… Well, they were passing with flying colors so far.

They moved tentatively, as though she could stop them any moment. If they pushed too far, if they touched her the wrong way, if they broke their eye contact, she would order them out the door without so much as a blink of remorse.

More and more that was becoming less likely, but she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of satisfaction that she was keeping up appearances, even from this close.

“Is this alright, Ingram?”

She could feel the delicate heat of their breath against her cheek, could feel it warm her lips.

“Call me Audrey.” She whispered, and killed the remaining space between them.

Ingram savored the feel of their lips on hers, a burst of ardor spiking down her spine at the contact, she remembered this type of feeling so distantly, it felt like the first time all over again.

Immediately, Sole moved closer, bridging all gaps between their bodies, turning to better face her as they tucked one leg under themself in an effort to press their fronts flush together. Ingram made no argument, melting into their kneading mouth, to the touch of the hand they placed at the nape of her neck, so softly as they stroked the baby hairs there with gentle fingers.

Soft moans poured from her mouth and into theirs, and Sole’s tongue brushed the front of her lips until she allowed it in, to mingle and spar with her own. They both shifted slightly on the mattress, Sole’s arms wrapping around her, pulling her body more tightly to them, and fitting one knee between her slightly-spread thighs. Unwittingly, and embarrassingly, Ingram began to grind against the contact, reveling in the lightning sparks flying up from her core. She felt like an undisciplined initiate rubbing one out noisily in their cot. Utterly shameful, but… If that thought meant to stop her, it did a poor job of it.

“Mhm, jesus, Audrey.” Sole huskily breathed against her lips, and she felt herself shiver at the sound of her name, “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

Her cheeks heated at their question, the color surely matching the vibrance of her hair by now.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Hm.” Sole hummed, those delectable lips curling into a knowing little smile, “Been a long time for me too.”

They bucked their knee up, increasing the pressure over her heat, helping her gain that needed friction.

“Feels good.” They whispered, and pressed back into her.

Then Ingram was shifting, Sole’s hands guiding her slowly down, resting the bulk of her upper body on the pillows behind her as they effectively nestled themself between her thighs.

“I want to see you.” Sole said as they pulled back, pausing only to press their lips to her cheek, her jaw, the column of her throat. “Is that okay?”

She wanted to ask if they were sure, to make a comment of some sort about keeping their expectations low, cutting them short, even. Something that would keep her safe, keep her distant, pull her away from this unnerving vulnerability.

Sole’s eyes gave her pause, though. As she hesitated, they looked down to her face, their pupils blown wide with arousal, their eyebrows drawn together slightly, creating delicate lines that read like scrollwork, like frilly poetry laced with romantic truth.

Maybe it was silly, or maybe it really had just been too long, but Ingram couldn’t bring herself to even think about ending this prematurely.

“Yes,” She said, and it came out almost as a sigh, “But don’t think you’re off the hook, Sole. I’m gonna want to see you too.”

“I had a feeling,” They laughed, and it warmed her. “Don’t let me keep you waiting, then.”

They sounded confident, but Ingram didn’t miss the way Sole’s hands trembled slightly as their fingers grasped the zipper of their flight suit, and they tugged it downwards.

Shamelessly, Ingram felt her chestnut eyes follow the movement, hungrily taking in each inch of skin they bared to her. Noticing her boldness, Sole took their sweet time pulling their arms from the sleeves, and letting the fabric collect at the barrier their hips created.

“Well… Haven’t been skipping out on our physical training, then, have we?”

Sole cracked a smile, looking away shyly at the praise. Ingram’s grin echoed theirs in turn, but soon vanished as they began to reach their hands out towards the zip of her own suit.

“Your turn, sweetheart.”

She could’ve scoffed at the pet name.

Could’ve.

Instead, Ingram let her gaze follow their movements, holding her breath as they hauled her zipper down. They tugged the little metal piece as though it had a significant weight to it, drawing out the action until Ingram felt her lungs burning.

Finally, she allowed a heaved breath to escape her as the opening in her suit reached her navel, certain that would be the end of it, for now, at least until–

Sole surprised her then, cutting off her assumptions as they leaned forward to mouth unreservedly at her neck. Their hands brushed over her shoulders, squeezing them in a whisper of a massage, before they started to pull the sleeves from her. Only then, did Sole pry either side of her suit open enough to reveal the sports bra she wore below.

If I’d known anything like this would’ve happened… She shook her head slightly, knowing the way her bra, and hell, her entire suit must've had a ripe smell to it, must’ve had stains somewhere that she hadn’t noticed.

She was always in her frame, safe and sound and covered.

If Sole noticed anything they disliked though, they sure were talented at hiding it. No, they kissed down her throat, tracing their bottom lip over her collarbone as their hands wrapped about her, rubbing circles over her back, letting the pads of their fingers graze over the hem of her bra until they were pricking at it wantonly.

She didn’t wait this time. Instead, Ingram pulled back slightly, wrenching the sports bra off herself in one abrupt, elbow-heavy movement. Sole paused, rather disrespectfully, for a moment, gawking at her.

Probably the paleness. Ingram thought with a set jaw. This bit of me hasn’t seen the light in… what? A decade or so?

That sounded about right.

But Sole’s lips told a story of want, of hungry intrigue, as they lunged forward to trail a line of open-mouthed kisses and love bites from her upper chest down the center of her cleavage. Their tongue swept over the underside of her left breast, stretching the skin slightly as their mouth grew more tenacious with its movements.

Ingram found herself gasping at their attentions, her hands clinging to the back of their head like they were a buoy in a storm. They were relentless though, if there was in fact a storm, it was Sole themself, the way they rocked them both on the mattress, encouraging the Proctor to continue her grinding movement against their upper torso as they leaned down and devoured her blushing mounds like they were caked in cream and sugar. Her breaths grew heady, as the marks they left grew darker, cementing themselves in her pale skin like a lover’s tattoos.

“Sole,” She breathed out, sounding like an entirely different person. One she didn't mind being. “I… I think I’m starting to believe you now.”

They grunted a bit, unable to pull away, as their mouth sucked another dark oval onto her skin.

“Don’t.” They managed, even amidst their important task, “You can’t believe me yet.”

A curious noise left her without permission, urged on by their hot tongue as it dragged over one nipple.

“Not done showing you, ma’am.”

“Ah… Do me a favor, Sole.”

“Anything.” They whispered, and gave her a swift little nip that had her breath catching in her chest.

“Mm, don’t call me ‘ma’am’ in here.”

They kissed her again, right on the spot they just bit, and pulled away to look at her.

“Yes, sir.”

Sole winked, and then they were moving again, leaving her breasts in peace for now, as they trailed their mouth down the center of her stomach.

Oh, that mouthy little--

They paused briefly, silencing Ingram's good-humored thought, as their bottom lip brushed a raised scar on her torso.

Ah. Is that the burn scar they’ve discovered, or have they made it to that portion of the surgery line?

Instead of carrying on, as she wanted them to, and instead of pulling away entirely, like she expected them to, Sole lingered over the mark, and kissed it.

Their lips were soft now, like they were caressing a weak flower petal, moments from parting from its stem. Ingram grew restless from their pause, her body shifting beneath their light ministrations until they finally relented, and continued their journey downwards. She dared to hope that they would simply ignore most of what they found, as Sole’s hands began to ease the remaining fabric of her flight suit down over her hips; down, down, down, to pull them from what was left of her legs.

They didn’t adhere to her mental wishes, though, not even for a moment. Each scar they came across, each ugly, raised bit of discolored skin, every misshapen knob and curious amalgamation of reconstructed flesh, and they stopped to pay particular attention to it, just as they had the first. Sole kissed and caressed the marks like they were made of beautiful, air-blown glass. Works of art, each and every one of them, so striking, so intricate; and yet, one wrong move, and they would shatter to pieces at the admirer’s feet. They didn’t take that chance, not once in all the time they spent hovering over her.

Ingram’s entire body tingled from their thoughtful movements, like blissful pinpricks into each pore, each follicle, she felt their admiration, their affection being injected into her. Their hands followed their lips’ fearless lead, tracing the lines they felt, smoothing over her aches with firm fingers until one made a home at her center.

That too, felt new, like another had never laid hands there before.

They might as well not have, with how Sole seemed to put them to shame. Instantly, their fingers spread her lower lips, and Ingram felt her thighs open to accommodate them. A bit of wetness had gathered there from their attention, more than she’d expected, but Sole deemed it not enough, clearly, as their fingers worked her over. It wasn’t masterful per say, but it was determined, the way they moved. Sole’s fingers prodding, exploring every nook within her, brushing over her clit fervently once they’d gathered the wetness they desired.

Her hips began to move with their attention, pressing firmly into the contact of their hand as she arched her back off the bed. Sole’s mouth finally was drawn from its task to effectively appreciate every skin cell on her lower body, distracted now by her growing arousal, and the slickness that came with it.

Ingram gasped as they set their busy lips over her sensitive little nub, and sucked. Her hands flew to Sole’s shoulders, leaving marks of her own as her nails dug into their skin. Sole’s fingers moved, then, down to her entrance, and one began to prod there, working its way in slowly as their mouth nursed her clit until it swelled.

Ingram’s thighs squeezed at Sole’s head unwittingly, keeping them close, keeping the feeling of them anchored to her as she moaned out their name. At that, Ingram felt her partner shudder, felt the fingers of their free hand clench over her hip.

“Feels good, Sole.” She breathed, feeling as though cotton filled her mouth, made her tongue clumsy. “D-don’t stop.”

They groaned into her in answer, and Ingram felt the pressure of another finger as they eased it inside, and began to pulse the digits against her pliant walls. She clenched from the attention, clamping down on their fingers as their tongue swiped lovingly over her swollen nub, like they were trying to polish the damn thing.

Sole’s own hips began to grind against the firm mattress, and Ingram let her eyes fall half-open, taking in the alluring sight of her bed partner. The muscles of their back clenched with their movements, their expression was desperate, pleading like they had earlier that evening, only this time, they were pleading with Ingram's body instead of her mind, her heart.

No, those, they’d won over, Ingram could say with confidence. Her body was following their lead rapidly.

“I-I’m getting close, Sole.” She said their name again, loving the way they groaned at the sound, the vibrations of their voice sending another surge of tingles up from her core.

They redoubled their efforts over her, their fingers thrusting and curling rapidly, stroking over that spongy place that had her phantom toes curling as her thighs tried in vain to wrap tighter around the purveyor of such ardent pleasures.

Their worshiping lips caressed her clit to the point of suffocation, and at last, Ingram felt her release spill over. Her walls cinched tightly around their fingers, pulsing as wetness burst from inside her, coating their hand in the evidence of her euphoria.

Ingram’s chest heaved with her heavy breaths, her muscles straining as the shocks of bliss shot through her like electric charges. All the while, Sole’s lips caressed her, tasting the sweetness she poured out for them with their eyes rolled to the back of their head, their own lewd groans leaving their throat in droves.

After Ingram had finished, after the last of her orgasm fizzled out and left her sensitive and worn, Sole finally let their fingers slip from her, and pulled their mouth away. A string of her slick connected their lips to her, until they dragged a wrist over their flushed mouth.

“Now,” They panted out, their eyes still dark and blown wide with arousal, “Now you can say you believe me.”

“Oh,” Ingram nodded weakly as her head fell back against the pillows, sweat glistening on her brow, her muscles aching and tired, “I believe you, knight. I… I really do.”

And she, too, meant it.

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