So, I was desperate to post something, but writer's block on "Honey and Vinegar" was taking me nowhere. This story WAS going to have plot, back when I started it in December 2011, but reading it I figure it stands alright as a drabble (I have no idea what I was going to make happen, and it seemed a waste to banish it to the Recycle Bin.) Also, *shameless self promotion incoming* I've started a new Fallout fic for New Vegas entitled "Two of a Kind" and a certain Lone Wanderer and her Ghoul may or may not make an appearance during the check it out, if you'd like.
+~*~+ I OWN NOTHING! +~*~+
"Charon! Wake up!" Vizyn rushed into the room, leaping over the dog laying on the floor to land on top of the still sleeping ghoul. Charon grunted and cracked his eyes open with a growl.
"Unless raiders are attacking the town, kindly get the fuck off or so help me God, there will be consequences."
Vizyn rolled her eyes. Two years living under the same roof with this man meant his threats had no power over her. She whistled over her shoulder and Dogmeat stood from his resting place, hopping up onto the bed to lick his master awake. Charon sputtered and pushed the dog away, bucking slightly and almost throwing Vizyn off in the process. She shrieked and grabbed the sheets tightly, giggling when Charon narrowed his milky blue eyes in her direction.
"It's already noon, lazy," she teased, brushing a chaste kiss against his lips. Charon growled when she pulled away with a smirk.
"So?"
Vizyn laughed and shook her head.
"So? Wow, Charon. Don't tell me that you're getting used to domestic living! I remember there was a time when you'd be awake at four in the morning sharp. I think you're getting a bit soft." She teasingly poked his stomach, pretending she didn't hurt her finger on the rock hard muscle there.
"Soft, huh?" Charon wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her underneath him, she gasped when he nipped at her pulse and pressed himself against her. "I think we both know that's not true."
"As-AH! As p-persuasive as you-Charon! Mmm…persuasive as you are, we really need to meet up with Go-OW!" Charon smirked against the bite mark on her neck, laving it with his tongue to dull the pain. Vizyn gasped and clutched his shoulders. "Gob. Saloon. Now."
"Later," Charon growled against her lips, hot breath caressing her flushed face.
"Or…later. Later is good," Vizyn replied in a daze and wrapped her arms around Charon's neck, kissing him deeply. Charon returned the kiss ten-fold, rocking his hips against her, reveling in her shuddering gasp. "You," Vizyn swallowed thickly, azure eyes fluttering closed as Charon peppered her jaw and neck with soft kisses. "You can't always get y-your way like this, y'know…"
Charon hummed against her collarbone, nipping at her tank top impatiently. "When it stops working, I'll quit trying, smoothskin."