Don't Pass Me By
Rating: M
Spoilers: Broken Steel ending
Disclaimer: I own none of this, characters or settings. It's all owned by Bethesda. I'm not making a profit, this is purely for fun.
A/N: This takes place a while after the main story line. The Lone Wanderer has held Charon's contract for more than two years. The story title and chapter titles are all the titles to Beatles songs from their White Album.
Good Night
The first time we had sex, I was on my hands and knees in my bedroom in Megaton. He was grabbing my hips so tightly, half of the time he had me lifted up off the bed, holding me as he thrust into me. I barely noticed. The night had started normal enough. I made dinner and as I was walking it to the table, I tripped on the uneven flooring and got Instamash and noodles all over my shirt and pants, the heat of both burning me, even through my layers. "Damn." I didn't hesitate as I stripped the soiled clothes off until I was just down to my underwear, then it occurred to me that he was right there. My companion of over two years just paces away. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw him give me a heated stare, his eyes on my exposed skin, and my heart leapt to my throat. Even if it had only lasted a split second, it didn't matter because I had wanted to see that look for so long now and it was making me shiver despite the sweat peppering my face. It had taken me months of dropping hints and "accidently" brushing against him, hoping he would slip and I would see something. But, if he knew or if I had affected him, he never let on. I had been starting to lose hope, now there it was. "Can you help me clean some of this up?" I bit my lip as my voice came out unsteady, nervous, and threatened to betray everything I had been thinking. I couldn't afford that then or he might stay where he was and I would miss the opportunity. Who knew when I would get another? When he got near me, I turned, grabbed him, and kissed him. He didn't kiss back, at first, but then I took one of his hands and put it on my bare waist and it was like I flipped a switch. We kissed until we were breathless and then he carried me up to my bedroom as I trembled in his arms.
I let him handle me, moving me to my stomach as he settled in behind me. I wanted to protest the view, but I was like putty in his hands. I felt his erection brush up against my thigh and I shot to my hands and knees, desperate to feel even more of it. It seemed like minutes—no, hours. Maybe eternity before he finally pushed inside of me. The burning sensation and pain seemed insignificant compared to what he was doing, slowly rocking against me, the roughness of his skin accentuating each trust of his hips.
I wanted nothing more than to turn around so I could see his face and kiss his dry lips again. I wanted this so badly, I ached for it, my fingertips twitching and clenching the threadbare sheets. He grunted behind me, raw, unbridled noises that made my heart swell and I couldn't stop his name from escaping my lips.
"Charon." As I said it, I felt his hands grip my hips tighter and he bent forward to place a small kiss between my shoulder blades. The skin where his lips met erupted in goose bumps, the pleasure of it tingling all the way down my spine and into that cluster of nerves between my legs. A few more of his thrusts and I felt as though something inside me burst, hot and cleansing, white behind my eyes. It rolled to the tips of my toes like waves and I was lost in the wake. My knees and arms faltered, but he held me in place, not letting me fall. I was vaguely aware of the sound of my voice shouting his name over and over again, until my lips were quiet and numb.
He finished with a moan and a shudder and I could have sworn I heard my name somewhere in there, but he pulled away, his warm hands leaving me, and I knew I must have been mistaken. He dressed in silence with his back to me. I wanted to reach out to him and stop him from leaving, but a part of me worried that, for him, it had just been about sex. So I let him go and gently rubbed my fingertips along all the places he had touched me, until I fell asleep.
