Title: Bored during a Radstorm
Prompt: Sole becomes stranded with one of the companions. Shenanigans ensue. (Self issued)
Pairings: Fem. Sole X Hancock
Warnings: Contains reference to drug use, alcohol use and smut.
Hancock knew the moment the tang of radioactive air hit his exposed nasal cavity, it would be a damn big storm. He didn't need to look up to know that the clouds would start turning this neon green, an ominous sign that it wouldn't be pleasant.
Next to him, Cat stops and looks around, sniffing lightly through that dainty little nose of hers.
"It fucking reeks." She mutters under her breath. Thumb and forefinger coming to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"You ain't kidding, sister." Hancock agrees and stops to look up into the already darkening sky. "It's gonna be a big one." And just to make a point, a rumble of thunder quickly agrees with him.
"Yeah.. we should probably find somewhere to hunker down the night."
He can see nothing but trees around them, the odd hill or large bolder scattered here and there.
"Maybe if we look further down this trail we'll find something?" he suggests but knows that the odds of finding solid shelter before the incoming storm, is silch to none.
She's quiet for a few minutes but then she shakes her head. "No. We can do something here. I used to watch these survivalist shows, back... before, and I think I have an idea." She strolls to an outcropping of boulders nearby and scans the area.
"Here." She yells out, though he's only a few feet away. "I need you to get me some fallen tree limbs. Big ones." She finishes and turns to clear out some rubble from the particularly flat sided boulder she's now standing on.
Hancock does as he's told, dropping his pack on the ground and looking around for any fallen branches. He spots a few scattered around and retrieves them, setting them in a pile next to her.
"What now, doll?" He questions, watching her un-roll some of the larger pieces of leather she carries in her pack.
"This boulder's pretty flat." She says pointing at the boulder she's currently standing on. "We can use it as the foundation. It's high enough to keep us dry and above the soon to be wet ground." Cat then turns to point at the two other larger boulders that are half leaning- half towering over the one she's standing on. "We can use these as cover and with the branches and leather from my pack, we can macgyver a makeshift roof. That should keep us dry."
"Macgyver, what?"
This stops her and she turns to face him with a smile. "Another time. Now help me do this." She begins to list-off things for him to do, without another glance in his direction and he briefly wonders at the way he just does what she says without question.
About half an hour later, their makeshift camp is complete. Since, the boulder they're using as foundation is sufficiently flat, it gives them enough room for a sleeping bag, a small fire and a place to set down their traveling gear. The leathers she had unrolled earlier, turned out to be large enough that they draped one over one side of the upstanding boulder and the other over the branches they had set up. Giving them plenty of cover on three sides, with only one opening where they set up the fire.
"Pretty sweet skills you've got there, Cat." He comments after admiring their finished work. "I woulda never pegged you as the survivalist type when we first met in Goodneighbor. That's for sure."
She nods distractedly at his comment but replies with a smile. "Most people never do."
A few hours and bottles of Bourbon later, they were in the midst of the ugliest radstorm he'd seen in years. Lighting and thunder crashing and roaring every few heavy rain drops pelting against the leather and stone. It was bad and getting worse. It would probably lasts a few hours at most, if he was to take a guess. They were good an' stranded for the time being….
But he felt nice. A warm kinda feeling. Where every inch of your body is radiating with it, throbbing. It could be the side affect of their makeshift bonfire. If he was honest, it was probably the Bourbon. But right now, he was more inclined to think that it might be from the looks Cat's been sendin him for the last few hours. The one's people do when they think no one's lookin'. Over the rim of her bottle, under her lashes while she stoked the fire, literally and otherwise. He of course, bein the cool ghoul that he is, played it off for her benefit. The mug and all. But one can only take so much. And those pink cheeks and throat where sending all kinds of mixed messages.
He needed to cool it. And fast. He wasn't tryin to fuck up the good thing they had going on.
He makes a grab for his pack in search of the supply of Jet he always carries with him, taking out enough hits for the both of them and placing them on the stretch of floor between them. He picks up one of the small containers and offers it to her.
"You in?"
Cat looks towards his offering and then back at him, with an overly dramatic sigh she takes it and smiles.
"Yeah.. Why not?"
It takes a few moments to bring themselves to that euphoria that consumes them everytime they use. The haze settles in and Hancock relaxes onto the boulder he's been leaning on. His gaze riveted to Cat, who's sitting right across from him.
Cat's a beauty. Long pale legs stretched out before her, mostly bare from the shorts she seems to love wearing. Tight… short fucking jeans that hug that ass of her's like it's on display. Goddamn, did that woman have curves to drive any man - or ghoul - to his knees. But of course, he wouldn't tell her this. Cat, on top of being beautiful, was actually a nice person. One of the very few he had ever met. He wouldn't fuck it up by, well.. fucking her.
Although… he wouldn't deny her if she wanted some of him. If she ever took that stepand crossed that line… then.. let's just say, he'd be in there so fast that he'd have to worry not to leave his eager appendage inside her. You know, since ghouls are known to lose body parts here and there.
She's taking a hit of Jet when she begins to have a coughing fit - and to his eternal frustration- her tits begin to jiggle in a way that attracts his gaze like nothing else. When she's done coughing, and he's done staring, she pushes the remaining inhalers towards him, seeming to have had enough for the night. Then she turns to her bag and pulls out an unopened bottle of vodka, uncapping it with her teeth and taking a large sip.
"My lungs can't take no more Jet, Hancock. I don't know how you do it. I'd rather stick to my vodka, if you don't mind." She offers him the bottle and swerves a bit. "You want?"
He wants. Goddamn, he wants - just not the vodka. He wants her smooth legs wrapped around him, her back bowed and her moans loud. Her nails on his back and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. He wants it all but he won't - can't - do that to her.
Cat gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, she gave them a chance. Like she'd done with him. Had trusted him with her life, on more than one occasion.
"You awfully quiet tonight, Hancock?" She murmurs after minutes have passed and he still hasn't replied. Her eyes half-lidded as she watches him.
"Just… relaxing." Trying not to think of how much I'd like to fuck you.
Oddly, she seems to accept his answer and smiles. It's a small quirk of her lips.. but it does things to him and he tries to change the subject.
"You think this storm's gonna give up anytime soon?..I'd like to reach Goodneighbor soon, haven't seen Fahrenheit in a while. Probably gonna have to hear her mouth when I get there. I'd prefer to have it done with sooner rather than later." He comments, desperate to change the his train of thought.
Her head does this slight tilt and her eyes study him in curiosity.
"So, you and Fahrenheit? Ya'll been together long?"
His smile is wistful, reminiscent of great adventures and for some reason her smile disappears. He panics and his mouth starts working before his brain can get a hold on it.
"Not like that, beautiful."
Fuck.
"I mean.. I.." He stutters and she cuts him off.
"Well, Hancock…" Cat smiles at him, in a way that can only be considered as wicked and practically purrs. "I had no idea, you felt that way."
"Look, sister.." He tries to explain but she's on him with a speed that would put most to shame. Legs spread over him and arms loosely around his shoulders. Eyes leveled with him.
"I'm bored. And you're going to help with that." Cat whispers just inches from his lips and rubs herself against him, hot center pushing down on his growing erection.
He can't. He shouldn't. But his goddamn arms are wrapping around her like it's the most natural thing. His hip doing a little shimmy that has her bearing herself more firmly against him.
"You sure?.." He manages to get out before she's on him. Eager and warm… So warm.
The rain that had caused them to stop, was now heavily pouring outside and majorly forgotten as she tugged at his shirt and he slipped one hand into her jeans.
Thank God for those damn shorts.
His fingers quickly rub and spread her folds, circling that little button he knows will please her. The one he knows will have her bucking wildly. He had a vague idea on how they'd gotten there but the rest was doused with a large amount of hormones and a need to shove her down and have her. He would spill himself before he even got to fuck her, he'd never been so horny.
Wrapping a hand around the hair, he brings her lips to his - or what he has left of them. But she moans and groans and rubs herself against him even harder. Giving him the suggestion that his lack of lips is no issue for her.
"You ready?" He whispers, one hand now inserting two fingers into her hot center. Thrusting slowly, in and out, curving his fingers at the tips to massage her.
"Fuck.. Yes.. Now." She groans and stutters, gyrating against his finger.
Pushing his pants down enough to free his hard, throbbing cock, he moves the crotch of her jeans to the side and enters her fully. Then, it's like a frenzied marathon. She's shoving her herself on him continuously and he's seeking that peak inside her.
Grabbing at her hips, he shoves her down onto the sleeping bags. Her legs spread around him and he's burying himself as deep as he can go. With every thrust, his pelvis rubs against her, stimulating her into another fit of moans. And then… they're both off and over that peak. Eyes glazed and bodies flushed.
"Fuck…" She whispers after a relatively long amount of time. "We need to get stranded like this more often."
"Yeah. I'll never talk shit about rad-storms again." He mutters his reply when she places her head on his shoulder. And they laugh. Still connected and in their own kinda high.
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Also, all the parts of this story are completed since they were originally posted on Tumblr. They are just being edited before being posted. Depending on how much I get done today and tomorrow, I might have them all uploaded this weekend or one everyday for the next seven days. We will see how the progress goes.