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The door closed softly. The light thud of bootheels hitting the concrete floor grew closer. Claire opened her eyes, she was facing the wall but had a clear picture of the one approaching her. A weight beside her, he had sat down and began taking off his laced boots. Her heart quickened. He made short work of the footwear and was under the blanket now, his body pressed just barely against hers, his hot breathe lightly brushing against the back of her neck.
"Are you awake?" He whispered. Claire nodded. Without another word he brought his hand around to her front, running underneath her light tank top and against her firm stomach. His lips pressed against her neck, needing and passionately aggressive. Claire shifted, tilting her head back a little and pushing herself closer to his muscled body.
Boone had been doing this for some time now, a few weeks by Claire's count. Not that she really kept track of the days anymore. She couldn't exactly tell why, but she wasn't stupid. He missed his wife. He missed her so badly that he would come into Claire's room at night and relieve the stress that had been building up inside him since the day Carla had been taken.
"Boone..." She moaned quietly. He slid his index finger in her mouth, and she sucked it lightly, grazing her teeth along at as it slid from her mouth. She could feel his erection now, when he first started doing this he would almost try and hide it, now he made no attempt to conceal the fact he was swollen and horny for the young courier.
He was quiet about what he was doing, he rolled Claire onto her back and loosened and removed his pants, pulled off his shirt and afterwards and placed them both neatly on the ground beside the bed. While Boone undressed Claire admired his body, the muscles on his arms, the tone in his back, she almost started giggling when she thought about how he wasn't going to take the beret off. Boone positioned himself on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck where he went back to licking and sucking, to this Claire actually attributed it to him wanting to make her feel pleasured. His fingers toyed with the front of her panties, she bucked her hips slightly against his touch.
Her hands wandered down the front of his body, he writhed away when she attempted to slide her hand in to the band of his briefs. Claire knew that Boone rarely expected to be touched by her in such a way, and often refused when she did try. It was a bold move with each attempt, but Claire also didn't want to risk her companion becoming cross with her.
"Are you ready?" He murmered into her ear, his voice was low and husky, and Claire could feel the sweat beading on the side of his face. She nodded and bit her bottom lip as Boone slid her panties off, he pressed one hand underneath her against the small of her back for support. The other hand slid behind her head, his fingers tangled in her light brown hair.
Boone eased into her, even when he had come to her room the first night, Claire was a virgin, she wasn't sure if he knew but the initial pain of his thick manhood was searing. At first. She inhaled quickly, a quick hiss coming from between her teeth, he was big and it was still a little bit of a tight squeeze. She heard him exhale with relief, his muscles loosened for a moment before he began to thrust against her body, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her petite body, his quiet grunts and moans in her ear added to her excitement, making Claire clutch the sheet of the matress with one free hand, the other pressed hard against his back, her hips moving in time with his.
Claire moaned his named, pulling her fingers down his back, just hard enough to leave pink nail marks in his flesh. It was obvious he could barely feel it, if at all, because he continued pumping into her, harder and faster now than when he began. Claire still had no idea what really turned Boone on, but murmuring his name almost always illicited a moan, if not in pleasure then at least in acknowledgement.
She was getting close to climax, and could tell he was too, sweat was building on his forehead, he gripped her tightly, he forced himself as deep as he could into her and let out a sigh of pelasure. Claire cried out and arched her back, feeling the warmth of his cum spilling into her. He laid on her for a moment, his body heaving with heavy, satisfied breaths. Claire traced soft, imaginary circles on his shoulder, this seemed to be something Boone enjoyed the feeling of after he had his way with her.
Boone rolled off of her and immediately pulled his briefs back on. He was always so quiet after he finished, but he had a ritual. Pull out a cigarette and sit almost naked on the bed next to her, smoking in the dark. The bright red ash intensley glowing before fading to a dull grey in the darkness.
Claire couldn't help but think of the first time he came to her bed. He was so careful about it. He started by crawling into the bed and simply sleeping next to her, until one night when he came while she was still awake and without a word kissed her deeply. How could she resist mister tall-dark-and-handsome? He asked no questions, there was no romance.
"Do you love me?" Claire asked abruptly, her cheeks flushing. He didn't answer for a moment, instead he took a long drag of his cigarette. "I don't know." He answered, a silvery cloud of smoke accenting his words. "I don't think I can let this keep happening..." She began, looking away from him and towards the matress. "...Not if it's because you just need to get your rocks off, anways. I enjoy it, but it always leaves me feeling..strange." More silence. She looked up and watched as he smoked the rest of his cigarette, the smell of the tobacco stinging her nostrils. His silence annoyed her, so Claire sighed heavily and lay on her stomach, tired from the sex. She felt Boone lay beside her, an arm slung around her, his body pressed against her now in a more comfortable position, one for sleeping instead of playing. "Don't worry about that stuff. Talk to me about that after all this shit is over with , the NCR and those fucking scumbags in the Legion and I'll answer you then." He said, his face gingerly pressed against the back of her head. "For now just enjoy it."
Claire sighed again and rested against him and closed her eyes. He was right. Now wasn't the time. She would let Boone have her until it was all over, when there was no stress to complete the bitchwork for every Tom, Dick and Harry that had a problem. For now, she would just enjoy it, like he said.
