Sierra enters Pickman's Gallery unsure what she expects to find. She looks down the dark, dusty hallway to see a staircase leading up to the next floor, an open door to her left, and a closed door farther down the hall. She can hear someone humming a tune somewhere inside the building but is unsure where it is coming from. The melody is soothing to her. It is clearly the voice of a man but it is somehow more delicate than any other man's voice she has ever heard in her life.
The hallway is cold. Almost too cold compared to the mild weather outside. It is as if she is stepping into a basement. She cautiously takes a step forward trying to keep the floorboards from creaking. She makes her way over to the open doorway and finds a lit gallery of paintings. At first she is put off by them. So many yellow eyes stare at her. The faces of men and women who's skin are portrayed in red. It gives her the feeling of dread but then she realizes... 'They all had drank so much Nuka Cola Cherry that their skin had turned red.' She lets out a giggle as she continues to admire the artwork then suddenly she notices the the humming has stopped.
Feeling a bit scared that the person now knows she is there, she holds her hands over her mouth to muffle her breath. She hears footsteps approach the door on the far side of the room. The doorknob turns slowly then the wooden door creeks open. Sierra just stands as still as she can as a man in a tan suit steps through the door. Just like the paintings, his wide eyes stare at her. The man is expressionless, brandishing a bloody kitchen knife in hand. His demeanor however is that of a proper middle aged man. He stands tall with his hair combed back. He is clean as if not a single speck of the commonwealth has ever fallen over him. 'So handsome,' Sierra thinks to herself.
Pickman is astonished by the beautiful, golden blond, smiling at his artwork. She is wearing a skin tight t-shirt and jeans that accentuate her curves. He speaks in a monotone voice, "Hello. What brings you into my home?"
Sierra lowers her hands and answers nervously but also excited, "You must be Mr. Pickman. My name is Sierra Petrovita. I've heard about your gallery during my travels through The Commonwealth and I just had to come see for myself." She quickly glances around the room at his work. "Their beautiful. I am really glad I got to visit another person's collection." She faces him once again. "I'm a collector myself. I collect Nuka Cola products from where ever I can. Would you care for a drink? I may still have some colds ones in my backpack." She shifts her bag from her shoulder onto the floor. The bottles inside clang together and echo throughout the quiet building. She takes two Nuka Colas from her bag, swings it back over her shoulder, then walks over to Pickman to hand one to him.
He happily accepts with a smile, "Thank you. That is very kind of you."
"I'm always happy to share with new friends."
"So you said you came here to see my work? Did any of them stand out to you?"
"Oh.. yeah. I like this one the best." She walks over to the painting depicting a man being hung from the neck with big black wings spreading out form his back. "The idea of having wings... it's fantastic. I would love to be able to fly around like that."
"It would certainly be another leg up from my enemies."
"Enemies?"
Pickman walks back into the kitchen. Sierra follows and finds the corps of a raider laid out on the bar. Pickman sets his knife down onto the grimy counter. Over the sink is a half painted canvas and some paintbrushes. Acting as if nothing in particular is going on, Pickman just pops open the bottle of cola and begins to drink it quickly.
Feeling uneasy by the dead body, Sierra isn't sure how to continue their meeting. "If I am bothering you I could maybe... come back another time."
Pickman finishes the bottle and lets out a satisfied sigh. "Not at all. Please, make yourself at home." He sets the bottle down on the counter behind him.
Sierra opens her bottle and takes a small swig then taps her index finger against the glass while still trying to think of something to talk about. "So do your paintings have any hidden meanings behind them?"
"Not really. Mostly they represent the looks on my victims faces when they realize who stands before them. I have gained quit a reputation here in The Commonwealth. Since you said you were traveling, I take it you are not from around here, correct?"
"That's right. I come from The Capital Wasteland. I'm on my way to Nuka-World. It has been my life long dream to go there and see the wonders behind the making of Nuka Cola but when I heard about this place I decided I could make a short side trip."
"There are a lot of dangerous people out this way. How did you manage to make it on your own?"
"I have a lot of patience. Most of the time I just bide my time and wait to make my move. It's not like anyone is ever expecting me so they don't think to look out for me."
"Mmm hmm, Hidden in plan sight. I like that. So you said you have a gallery of your own?"
Sierra takes another swig from her bottle. "Yeah but it's nothing like this. Yours is so... personal, so raw... mine is just a collection of mass produced products. I have spent a lot of bottle caps on things that people have traded to me over the years, but somehow I still managed to save up for this trip. I can't wait to get there. I have heard that there are over nine different flavors there that can be combined to make thirty different recipes. But my ultimate goal is to go there and find the secret behind my favorite flavor, Nuka Cola Quantum. If I could make my own at home I think I would just die," she giggles in excitement.
"Well, it's nice to meet someone so passionate about something. Not many like us nowadays."
Sierra looks to the body on the bar once again then back at Pickman. "I guess I should be going. I still have a long trip ahead of me."
Pickman moves to block the door and keep her from leaving, "No, no please. It has been too long since I have had a guest. Wont you come upstairs and take a set in my living room? I am sure you will find it more comfortable there and you must be very tired from your travels."
His words work like a spell on her and suddenly she does feel like she is too tired to continue for the day. He gives her another smile and takes her by the hands. He leads her to the stairway. Sierra looks to the front door wondering if she should take the opportunity to leave but she can not ignore the beckons from this attractive man who seems to want nothing more than her company. He keeps his left hand clenched in her right as they make their way up to the third floor. As they step into one of the rooms from the hall the atmosphere suddenly becomes very different. It is bright. Also warmer. The walls are decorated with floral paper, the floor is covered in a soft, light brown rug. There is even a well kept blue couch in front of a fireplace. Sierra feels as if she has just stepped back in time, into the world that was blown up so many years ago.
"Please take a seat." Pickman waits for her to sit on the couch before letting go of her hand then starts up a fire for them.
Sierra welcomes the heat from the fireplace and allows her goosebumps to fade. She finishes off her bottle then immediately grabs two more from her bag. She sets the bag on the floor and places the second bottle on the coffee table for Pickman. He takes a set next to her.
"You are very generous. There are not many in this world who would be willing to give away something as valuable as a drink. Are you this nice to everyone?" He asks.
"Well... not everyone, but I do the best I can. If I shared my drinks with everyone there would be none left for me."
"Indeed. In that case I appreciate you doing so with me that much more."
Sierra pops the top of her soda and drinks it quickly. Pickman follows but this time only drinks a small bit of it.
"So... when's the last time you had anyone over?" Sierra asks.
"I can't remember the last time. Once people found out who I really am there was no hiding it anymore. Word spread like wild fire and soon after more and more raiders began invading my home. It got so bad I couldn't keep up with hiding the bodies so I decided to embrace my fame. Leaving calling cards so those parasites of The Commonwealth would know that I am always two steps ahead of them. As I am sure you can guess no one finds this place welcoming anymore."
"I think what you do is amazing. Taking care of all those ugly people while also turning them into something beautiful."
"None so beautiful as you." Sierra turns to him not sure if she has heard the words she thought she did. His eyes stare into hers. They are so calm, glossy, they hypnotize her. Pickman leans in closer to her and places his hand on her knee. "You are stunning. Truly worth collecting."
"Thank you. So are..." Before she can get out another word Pickman presses his lips against hers. She welcomes the gesture and lets out a soft moan as she feels his soft, wet, tongue enter her mouth. The mix of saliva and cola is mesmerizing to them both. Never have either of them tasted anything so sweet before.
Pickman places his right hand on the back of Sierra's head while gently massaging her scalp with his fingertips. His left hand moves up her leg to her waist pulling her in closer. Sierra holds his arms with her palms resting on his elbows. They make out for what feels like hours. Their tongues battling, hungry for one another. Sierra's heart flutters so fast it begins to hurt her chest. He is so gentile and yet dominating at the same time and she can't get enough of the sensation. Pickman eventually pulls back and allows Sierra to catch her breath. She looks into his eyes once again.
"That was amazing. How did you learn to kiss like that?" She asks.
"Just practice. Have you not done so yourself?"
"Well... no... I suppose I haven't." She turns away for a moment embarrassed. Her face turns bright red. She then looks back at him. "But I would like to." She leans in closer to him, expressing her need for more.
At first he just sits there while staring at her. Wanting to see just how much she would be willing to beg him to continue. She puckers her lips and her breathing becomes heavy once again. He takes her right cheek into his palm and admires the fact that at this moment he could do anything he wants to her and she would have no choice but to let it happen. It would only take one swift motion of a knife across her delicate throat and she would be forever his. He could steal her beauty, memorize it and be the last person to witness it. However, he could never soil such a work of art.
Feeling she has been patient long enough, he finally locks their lips once again. As her lust for him heightens, Sierra takes the buttons of his suit into her fingers. She quickly unfastens them then does the same for his dress shirt until his chest is completely exposed. She pulls away from the kiss wanting to look down at his chest. She discovers it is toned and hairless. How he keeps himself so groomed is a secrete she would need to discover. She places her fingertips on his pecks then slides them up to his shoulders. Her hands push the fabric from his shoulders and he allows it to fall to the couch. She waits for him to say something, anything but he just continues to look at her expressionless with his hypnotic eyes. Seeing him half naked before her fills her that much more with excitement. She quickly lifts her Cappy shirt up over her head presenting her bra to him.
Seeing her golden hair dancing at her shoulders as her shirt pulls free from her arms, Pickman finds her even more beautiful than before. Her muscles ripple and her vanes pulse as she lowers her arms back to her lap. He can't resist kissing her collarbone. As he does, he finds her skin to still be cold so he massages her shoulders and back until they became warm. Sierra moans out loud loving the sensation of his fingers on her skin. He places his hands over the hook of her bra and unfastens it. As he slides the straps from her shoulders he admires how her breasts bounce out of their confinement. Now feeling exposed Sierra rests her hands under her boobs causing them to press together forming cleavage. Her hard, light pink nipples stare back at him. He takes her breasts in hand and gently kisses them. 'For someone so skilled at taking down his enemies he has a lot of control with being tender.' Sierra leans her head back as his lips caress her nipples. He licks and sucks, then pinches them ever so slightly between in teeth. He squeezes her breasts and admires how soft and firm they are. He knows he has to treat them with the greatest of care. He wants to show her just what it means for a man to make love with a woman.
He moves his hands around to her back, sliding them down to her hips. In one swift motion he lifts her up off the couch and takes hold of her butt cheeks. Sierra giggles in surprise as she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He carries her to his bedroom and sets her down gently on his silk bed-sheets. He crawls over her and kisses her navel. He unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down off her legs along with her panties. She now lays completely vulnerable in front of him. Her soft pick skin, perky breasts, and vaginal lips calling out to him. Begging him not to stop. He unzips his pants and kicks them to the floor. He then positions himself on top of her, wondering if at any moment she might cry out for him to stop. But instead she spreads her legs to him and places her ankles over his calves. She runs her left hand along his firm butt cheek while taking hold of his arm with the other.
"I'm ready," she says sensually.
He gives her another deep kiss while shifting his hips against hers. She feels his cock hard and pulsing as he positions the head over her opening. He moans as her moisture surrounds him and he easily slips inside. Their heads begin to spin as they feel each others warmth become that much hotter. The pressure they both feel against each other is a feeling long desired by both of them. Their bodies become like jello as a tingling sensation moves up from their hips to their spines.
Pickman keeps his movements slow and steady. He wants to enjoy every moment, every inch of her body. He moves his right hand along her arm and ribs while steadying himself with his left. With every thrust he moves deeper into her and she pushes back against him. He can feel her vaginal walls quiver with each movement causing his shaft to react in kind. Needing to taste her in his mouth again, he rolls his tongue around her nipple. She moans causing him to lose control for a moment and he thrust into her harder. He can see her grasping onto the bed-sheets now and her eyes are closed with her mouth slightly open. He gives her a nibble on the lip then positions himself onto his knees.
With him now leaning away from her, Sierra can feel the head of his cock pressing against her sweet spot. He trusts into her slightly harder than before while rubbing his fingers along her V-line. He then moves his hands inward and rubs the insides of her thighs while still keeping his rhythm. Sierra massages her own boobs as she watches his biceps bulge with each thrust. To her he is like a living statue. He is sculpted so perfectly. From the top of his head, all the way down to the tip of his cock is as if he was created to be the sole representative masculinity.
Feeling her climax rising, she cries out, "That's it! Don't stop!"
Pickman takes hold of her hips and trusts himself harder into her. She can feel his balls slapping against her butt. The skin from his shaft slides his head over her sweet spot, pulls it back, then over it again. He grunts as his balls tighten and his shaft is hugged tightly by her walls.
"Oh yes! Yes! That feels so good!" She moans.
Sierra's fingers become numb from grasping the sheets so tightly. Her back arches and she can feel the heat from her clitoris spread throughout her abdomen. Pickman recognizes the sensation and responds by sliding himself as deep inside as he can and erupting into her uterus, filling her. Their heads swim as the pleasure spreads away from their crotches into the rest of their body. Pickman thrusts a few more times ensuring that her afterglow does not end too abruptly. He then makes himself still as he studies her face, memorizing every last detail as the blush from her face fades back to its natural shade. He then removes himself from her opening and lies down beside her. She wraps her arm around his abdomen. They take in a few deep breaths to calm themselves. Pickman turns to Sierra and runs his fingers through her hair while giving her another deep kiss. Everything played out perfectly but he knows that it wont last for long.
"So what now?" Sierra asks.
"I'm not sure. I appreciate your company but I have to admit I work best on my own," he replies.
"Then maybe I can just come by and visit you every once in a while." She smiles.
"I would like that." Pickman gives her a smile back. It is the first time he has felt pure joy in a very long time.
Just then a loud knock echos through the building from the front door.
"Oh Pickman! I know you're here! Open up!" Yells the raider.
Pickman sighs, "I guess it's back to work." He stands up and puts on his suit.
Sierra reaches her hand out to him. "Wait, I don't want you to leave me."
He hushes her, "Don't worry. I wont be long. You just stay here and rest." He exists the room and locks the door behind him.
Sierra doesn't hear any movement from that point forward. She hears the front door open and waits in anticipation for a scuffle but there is nothing. The front door closes and there is not another sound until she hears the lock on the bedroom door opening. She stares at the door afraid of who might be on the other side. The door swings open and Pickman steps inside. Not a drop of blood on him.
"You see I told you. No big deal," he says.
"What happened?" She asks.
"Just raiders as always. I took care of it. You're as safe as can be with me. Now please, get some rest." He beings humming a soft tune then covers her with the bed-sheet.
Sierra finds it soothing and soon drifts into a deep sleep.