Alright this is my second story. It will be chapter based this time. If you'd like please review, criticism or a thumbs up helps ya know.

I do not own Fallout. Just in case you didn't know.

Here she was again. Standing not but two feet from him with not a scrap of clothing covering her from him. His eyes couldn't help but wonder up and down her naked curves. It wasn't because he had been thinking of this since the first time she had come to him. The night after her father had died.

Charon remembered her then. When they didn't have to run anymore. When they had parted ways with the good old Doctor. When they had set up a fire outside a toppled train car. She then came to him, crawling on him and planting loving kisses on his face. He remember feeling the wetness from her tear stained cheeks, almost crying as she kissed him. He knew then what he was about to do was wrong, and when she sobered up from her grief she would regret this as well.

Although normally withdrawn and stoic, Charon let his stance down that night and allowed his restrained desires to consume him.

She had not reacted necessarily as he had expected her to in the after math. Almost as if it had never happened between them. Charon certainly had not brought it up since that night and he would not from then on, unless she commanded it.

Now, here she stood. As if it was an every day thing to be bare ass in front a ghoul. He couldn't help the sneer that showed up on his lips. Thinking of the reasons behind her appearance now, it made him furious. His look must have turned more sour then, because her eyebrows pushed together and she looked very nervous, even scared.

He stared at her, bore his eyes into her own and then stepped closer to her. She backed up immediately. Proof enough that she wasn't here because of the reasons he wished she was. His eyes narrowed and he emitted a low grumble of incoherent words while turning around and walking out of her Tenpenny suite.

When the door slammed she began to weep. She brought her palms up to squeeze against her drooling eyes. Sobs wracked her body as she brought herself on top of the creaky bed. True she was young and inexperienced on the way of pleasing a man. Especially one as uncommunicative as Charon was. Her mind had been reeling of things to say to him tonight but when she called him to her all she could do was unzip her jumpsuit.

She made an angry face into her mattress and pushed a scream into the dirty fabric. Who knew were that ghoul had stormed off too. Was he really that torn on the inside to just walk away from her like that. Now that her tears had dried up she felt more angry then hurt.

Quickly she rose from the bed and strode over to her foot locker. In what seemed to be a rage she flung the top up and rummaged through her things until she pulled out what she had been looking for. In her hand she held an inhaler of jet. She slumped own naked on the gritty but beautiful carpet and pushed the plunger in her mouth and breathed in deeply.

Her anger was still there but she knew soon it would be gone. Although the jet would make her forget it, she couldn't help but feel so alone at that moment. She didn't know what to do or how it would effect Charon. If only she could.... The jet took effect and her thoughts ceased. Her body went lax and she sat there with half lidded eyes. "Charon who?" she slurred to the fresh air in the room.

Charon stood rigid in front of her door. He had been there since he shut the door behind him earlier that night. A couple hours must have gone by and still he stood with his shotgun slung over his back looking like he was keeping watch. Her sobs had ended relatively quickly and were replaced by muffled singing and talking. He couldn't hear a word of it if he tried, but this he figured was better then her crying.

A few of the residents past by him over the hours. All ghouls now, thanks to Roy Phillips and his gang. Still this didn't stop Charon from giving of a feral growl every time one neighbor lingered longer then he liked.

Now everything was still, it must have been near midnight from the lack of residents walking around. He now began to let his mind wander to a certain Vaultie through the door behind him. What was stopping him from walking back in there and taking her like he did that night a month ago. Pride? Pride in himself for what, to not be ridiculed like others had done to him. No matter which way he looked at it it all seemed to stem from a need to be in control. The way she made him feel, different, then other women had. Though they didn't act the way she did. Those other women knew what they wanted from him and didn't add anything extra to it.

The sheltered little Vault girl, or should he say woman, wanted something more then just a good fucking. She wanted him to look at her while he pounded into her. Not to be bent over and free to imagine whoever she wished. Maybe that is what irked him. She wanted more then a stiff dick and that made him very uncomfortable.

He heard a soft whimper come from inside the suite and he involuntarily turned and reached for the door handle. He stopped with his hand in mid air. Then he turned and kept the position he had been maintaining for the last few hours. He could hear her moving from the spot she must have been in for awhile and pitter her way to what sounded like the dresser. He heard the ruffling of clothes and a 'ziiiiiiiiip'.

He let out a breath he had forgotten he'd been holding. His eyes lidded and became glazed as he imagined her standing in front of the dresser, naked. Her pale skin looking gold in the light of the room, her pert breasts and the curves that dipped from her ribs to her hips. His eyes shut as the image became more real. He imagined her body bent over with her bottom out in the air as she put her feet into her jump suit. He could almost feel her skin as he thought of.......His eyes opened steadily as the door behind him creaked and began to open. As calmly as he could he turned his head around, his body twisted with him slightly.

There she was.

She peered up at him through a crack in the door, her mouth turn downwards in a frown that looked put their on purpose.

She straighten herself up and opened the door a little wider. Her eyes bore into his. Was he mistaken or was she wearing makeup? In the back of his mind he wondered where she could have found it. He sniffed the air and he picked up traces of something floral. He couldn't recall the scent, he took those sweet smelling perfumes for granted before the war, but what ever it was it was meant to be alluring, and alluring it was. She looked confident for the first time in a month.

His eyes landed on her mouth with lips that were starting to part and open.

"What game is it that we are playing..?", her voice came out sick and sweet and she finished it off with a smirk.