They'd stopped travelling for the day. Emery and MacCready had been whittling away at their list of tasks- get this, fix this, help this settlement, here, I'll mark it on your map. The sky was beginning to turn green around six and Emery's Geiger counter ticked away, signaling rads. "Mac," she called. He far ahead, looking to make it back to one of Emery's newly formed settlements. The people there were cozy and despite the mechanical hum of the turret, he was thankful for never having to sleep with one eye open. By the time the first irradiated lightning bolt struck, they'd managed to go from Diamond City to Goodneighbor, with Emery as navigator. She'd directed him westward rather than northward, wanting to stay in an established settlement rather than one of the straggly ones she'd started to form. When they reached the front door, he started to complain. "Boss- I mean, Emery. I wanted to go to Sanctuary- we can make i-" he was interrupted by a rumble of thunder. "Well, if you're done arguing, we'll go along now." She remarked rather sarcastically before opening the door and ushering him in first with a sweeping gesture of her arm.

Hancock was chatting with Fahrenheit by the door of the Old State House, idly wasting time while likely waiting for a drug shipment. He looked over at the two who'd just entered. A smile formed on his face. Fahrenheit smirked, eyes zeroing in on the mercenary. MacCready was her favorite to irk. He was just so irk-able. However, MacCready stomped past, fists balled at his sides and face looking rather red. Emery eyes followed him for a few moments and when safely assured he wasn't off to the Third Rail, she turned to chat with her two favorite Goodneighbors.

"If it isn't my favorite inked-up grandma." Hancock greeted, referencing Emery's prewar tattoos that spanned most of her body. Very few had the pleasure of seeing them, especially since they decorated all of her left thigh and arms, which were normally sleeved. The two engaged in small talk while Fahrenheit looked on, offering the occasional supplemental grunt or muttered "yes". Just as they were starting on the topic of the best way to make a Psycho/Med-x cocktail and how it would affect the body, MacCready returned in the same manner that he'd left. He offered no greeting to the mayor nor his lapdog with violent tendencies and grabbed Emery by the wrist, dragging her deeper into the shady settlement. Fahrenheit waved goodbye in a rather sarcastic manner and said something under her breath, much to the delight of both Hancock and herself. Snickers filled the background and MacCready walked faster.

"RJ, what's up?" Emery asked, stumbling in his wake. She never called him RJ- not unless it was tense or serious. His reply was a wordless grunt as he pulled her behind him into Hotel Rexford. "You've come to term, I see." Emery commented, eventoned. Still no response. As MacCready stormed past the counter he held up a hand in quick greeting to Claire, who nodded back, cordially. He continued to drag her by the wrist into a room. "Alright, what's the prob-"

MacCready reached out and slammed the door with a fist, interrupting Emery's oncoming question. This evoked a squeak out of Emery. He stared daggers at her as he grabbed her, their bodies flush together, bringing her in for a kiss. He stopped, less than an inch between their faces. They shared a knowing glance, and she finished the kiss, only for him to pull back. "I'm boss, for tonight." He grunted intimidatingly, but not nearly as much as when he'd been dragging her through the town. He shed his jacket, hat and scarf quickly and lifted her. "Whatever you say, boss." She purred, legs wrapping around his torso and hands grabbing his t-shirt, balling it up in her fists as they made their way to the bed. MacCready continued to look authentically displeased. Emery leaned down, kissing the spot between MacCready's eyes. He put her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist as he supported his weight with one arm on either side of her. He looked down, eyes darting from her soft, sloping breasts restrained in the form-fitting vault suit and her nipples pebbling underneath it (no bra? Just like Emery. Tsk.) To the thickness of her thighs. Emery flexed underneath MacCready, catlike. The vault suit tightened as she did this. "What now, boss?" she grinned, fingers trailing down her inner thigh. "No touching." He commanded, reaching to pin one of her hands with his own.

"Unzip." He demanded, lifting himself from over her to stand between her spread legs. His erection stood prominent in his pants. Emery had a firsthand view of this and licked her lips and obeyed, fully stripping out of the vault suit. Underneath, she only wore a thin pair of panties, as promised by her visible nipples. She eyed MacCready. He wore a wolfish grin now, looking at her. "No bra, under that tight thing? And this panties? I should've guessed you'd pull something like that." he said suggestively. He dropped to his knees, licking his lips. Emery watched him, silently hoping to leave this encounter with intact panties. MacCready hooked a finger under the waistband, tugging at them, seemingly testing their strength. "Stop playing, Mac." She whined, biting her bottom lip.

She heard the sound of tearing fabric. "M-Ahh!" she her complaint was interrupted as he licked her slit, bottom to top, long and slow. He repeated this a few times, earning elongated moans out of her. She grabbed his hair and he stopped mid-lick. "M-mac… Fuck, p-please." She pleaded as he looked up at her from between her legs, one eyebrow raised quizically. "Say it, say it, yeah." He encouraged breathily, tracing the skull on her left thigh absentmindedly with his finger. "Rrrrooooberrrttt," Emery drawled. He love hearing his name during sex. "F-fuckin' do me." She stuttered, withheld pleasure frustrating her.

He grinned and stood, grabbing Emery by the waist and turning her onto her stomach. "You ready?" he asked, having stripped of his pants and shirt. She lifted her hips to him, ass waving around like a prize, ready to be taken. He stroked his cock, standing back, drinking her in lustily. "I woulda done it even without the name. 'Specially with that view." he commented, rubbing the tip of himself against her. Emery turned her head slightly, staring at MacCready through the corner of her eye. "Robert-fuckin'-Joseph-FUCKING-MacCready," she scolded huffily, eyebrows furrowing. At this, he thrusted into her. She moaned loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.

"Robert Joseph?" he asked, pulling all the way out. Emery gasped, hands grasping the pillow underneath her.

"Boss?" she tried. He thrusted back in, burying himself to the hilt, and pulling back out.

"Gosh, Emery. You're making this really hard on me. Really hard, Em." He thrusted back in, still at a slow pace. Her hips bucked back in response. "I mean, I'm gonna need some heavy persuasion to get me through this-" he was prying for that one final plead for mercy.

"H-harder, deeper, a-anything." She begged, tired of him simply being inside of her. They shared a glance a second before MacCready went wild. He began to pound her from behind, pulling almost fully out before thrusting back in at the rate of a man on Psycho. "RJ!" Emery squealed, burying her head (and screams) in the pillow. He was wordless, but for what he lacked in diction he made up for in noises- nearly inhumane noises, at that. The moans he was producing could make a prostitute go red in the face. "Holy shit Mac," Emery managed to pant out, between moans.

"M-mac… Mac, I-I think I'm-" she was interrupted by her moans, MacCready bringing her through climax as he sought his own reward. "Em, em, f-fu-frick, Emerrrrrryyy…" his thrusts became wilder, the fast paced rhythmic thrusts slowing to him sloppily smushing himself into her, where he had been previously upright while fucking her he'd slumped, groans those of a man who was nearly at- "Cumming!" he managed, loud enough to alert the entire settlement of a man receiving pleasure.

In the Old State House, Hancock's ears perked up. A familiar sound. He laughed. "My man MacCready…" he said, followed by a puff of jet.

MacCready had pulled out and spurted all over Emery's back. "Emery," he panted, as she rolled onto her back under him.

"Good job, boss." Emery said pleasantly, rolling on her back to wrap her legs around MacCready's waist and her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "Don't bring me back down there," he complained with a grin. "I'm tiiiredd." Emery laughed. He rolled to the side, lying next to her. "Being boss was fun," MacCready reach over to playfully flick her nipple. "You ready to start this up again?" she asked playfully, licking her lips.

"I'm sorry for scaring you Em."

"You weren't gonna hurt me."