Alright Chapter 2, I kinda wrote this on a whim and I think Chapter 3 will be a smutt scene. I'm already thinking of other sexy scenarios. Shameful I know.

In a haze she began to regain consciousness. When did she pass out? She wondered over the events and found no negative emotions. The drug was still working its magic. Her body was stiff and she whimpered as she stretched out her limbs and arched her back. A reassuring crack sounded as she popped her back and she sigh with the hint of a smile. Tingling sensations ran up her spine and she shivered, with it a wave of euphoria. With another moan she stood up walking to the dresser which she opened and pulled out a park stroller outfit which she didn't button up all the way.

She thought back to Charon, her small smile faltered and then rose higher as her mind wrapped around a daring idea.

She had time to think things through a bit before she nodded off. Maybe she was right in her conclusion that her ghoul was as determined to keep up his barrier as she was to tear it down. It must have been terribly difficult to be a ghoul. She knew she had a hard enough time being a human, and even then she had safe places to go. Well, safer then other places. A ghoul had only one place to feel even remotely safe. Underworld.

As she plopped down on the floor in front of her footlocker she reminisced about the day she met Charon. She removed a tube of cheap old lipstick from the locker and held up a broken piece of mirror to apply the red goop. She placed a homemade eyeliner around her eyes and gave her cheeks a firm pinch to add a rosy touch to her cheeks. Lastly she ran her fingers through her blond locks and set her hair straight in an elegant bob.

Confident and more then presentable she stalked to the door ready to find Charon, she touched her hair one last time to assure its proper place as she opened the door, she was not surprised to see the tall hulking form of the ghoul outside, she kept the door cracked looking up as he turned to her.

The look in his eyes for that moment solidified her feeling of confidence before, his eyes darted around her face noticing her appearance. She fained uninterest as she spoke "What game is it that we are playing..?" she gave him a sultry smile.

She was high.

He stared at her with an impassive look as if she had not revealed herself to him early that evening. He saw her pupils like saucers, overshadowing her hazelnut irises. Her appearance was reminding him of his pre- war days and he couldn't help but let his guard down at the familiar feeling.

He didn't answer her, he was staring at her as if she hadn't said a thing. She began to feel nervous. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and her heart began to race.

The ghouls cracked lips parted, "What game would you like to play?" Thankfully his words came out calculated and smooth. The Vault girl smiled in relief that he spoke and parted her lip to say something. Charon cut her off.

"I think you have already proved that you are capable of seduction."

The dolled up girl before closed her lips into a thin line. Her eyes narrowed. She could see so much activity behind his eyes but he never showed any to her. He never spoke of that night.

"Do you not want something like that again? I could.."

"Did we not already discu..!" In the girls furry she had lifted her fist to smack him in the jaw. His body moved to the side and his head leaned avoiding her blow barely. Eyes wide.

She pulled back for another punch with her other hand but it didn't make it to his face. He snarled with her wrist in his hand, he found her other hand with his own and then pushed her backwards in side of the suite.

She toppled backwards and landed with a yelp on the tile flooring. He slammed the door shut behind him and stood still looking down on her. She had tears in her eyes already and it made him stop. He stopped right where he was. He told himself it wasn't because she was crying. No, it was not.

"Why does it please you so much to fling yourself around me like a piece of meat." he didn't shout the words but it felt like he did when she let her tears fall.

" Why does.. it please you to deny yourself what.. you want..? You want me too.. don't you?" she spoke as steady as she could and looking down at her feet.

" You don't want this." he replied darkly.

" It's you who doesn't know what they want!", she spat back at him, now almost quivering on the cold floor below her. Her legs lay bare and riddled with goose flesh. His eyes dragged up them from the ankles to the shadows that began between her legs. Quickly he looked away, concentrating on the far wall. She was right. Well, he knew what he wanted, but it was wrong. Wasn't it?

He grumbled inaudibly and remained deathly still. He refused to look back at her for fear of fueling that familiar sensation in his groin.

"I want you.. Charon, not just physically..." Her legs shifted and she pushed her dress back over them modestly. " I don't want us to be like this anymore. If I had known that being with you that night would...No. I don't regret it at all." She began to stand. " I know you think I do. " He watched her as she spoke and the way she smoothed her dress over her body.

" You just acted so different afterwards..as if I hated you. I didn't know what to say."

He didn't know when she walked up to him but she was wrapping her arms around him, snaking her hand between his body and arms. She smelled him. He wasn't very pleasant but there was something addicting in the scent none the less. He was stiff too. She kept her face in his leathered chest hoping for a reaction from him.

He remained still, "Hold me, please...", she begged him and gripped tighter.

Almost delicately Charon's arms encircled her and kept her close to him. He let out a breath through his nostrils and looked down at top of her blond head, he could see one rosy cheek and her eyelashes as they fluttered against him. He studied what he could of her from this angle and began to speak, " I will do as you command. " his hand came up to run against her neck and up to cup her cheek, " but I like this." She looked up at him almost about to smile before he hesitantly touched her soft lips with his rough ones.

They lay together that night in the large bed, he touched her innocently. She feeling the areas where his skin met muscles, becoming comfortable with his leathery hide. Charon making up for the time he wanted to spend feeling her smooth skin before. Tomorrow they would leave and have little time to study each other. For now they were happy for just this moment.