So I've been told that I should make it clear that this is an alternate reality where Elizabeth/Anna isn't Booker's daughter, but I have an explanation why later in the story. But anyways, read on:

"Just keep a look out," Elizabeth told him, Booker rested against the wall beside the door. After massacring so many Vox Populi, he didn't expect any to come fight them anytime soon. His tired eyes curiously looked around until they screeched to a halt on her extended backside. It had been sometime since their time on the First Lady, they hadn't really had time to talk about 'them'. As she picked at the lock, her butt went rhythmically back and forth as she hummed a small tune, which he recognized from the cellar of the Graveyard Shift bar. A voice in his head called to take her right there, but with the nasty smell and dank looking environment, he assumed it wouldn't put her in the mood. He heard her silently curse, it was probably the first bad word that he had heard come from her mouth, her hand instantly covered her mouth, it seemed it was the first she had ever said. Her head quickly swiveled to him, he tried his best not to laugh at the look on her face. "You didn't just hear anything," Elizabeth pointed a finger to him. Booker just chuckled and shook his head as he returned to scanning the room, "I can't believe this stupid lock is taking me this long."

Giving up on watching for Vox, he hung the Bird's Eye by the strap off his shoulder, "Well maybe the 'Salty Oyster' is where Comstock keeps his deepest secrets," Booker said sarcastically. Elizabeth stopped picking the lock again and shot him a look. He smiled, "Not funny, huh?"

"I liked it better when you were just cold about everything," Elizabeth muttered as she went back to the lock. He knew she was just kidding, but he couldn't help but realize she was right. It seemed like she was truly beginning to grow on him, he came into this like a job and now that he truly wanted to go to Paris with her, Booker really opened up to her. Elizabeth already knew more about him than many people did, Slate was to thank for that. A click came from the lock and it fell to the ground, "Finally, that pesky lock was going to be the death of me."

He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, bringing a crimson blush to her face, "Thanks Elizabeth." Booker opened the doors and walked in, Elizabeth remained slightly shocked by the gesture.

Her hand gently touched her cheek, her mind drifted back to the romance novels that Song Bird would bring to her, though the things that her and Booker had done never happened because of the puritan nature, but she ran over every detail that was given. Imagining Booker as her lover made her stomach flutter. "Well, if you would to show your thanks like that all the time, I-" Booker pulled her down with him by the bar as a bullet flew out the open doors of the Salty Oyster.

"I guess we now know why the lock was so hard to get through," Booker muttered as he reached for his Hand Cannon that he kept on his belt for close range combat. He squeezed his left hand tightly as he felt the powerful Bucking Bronco vigor flow through his veins. "Stay down," He warned her, Booker quickly jumped up, shooting the vigor at the two Founder Policemen that had been held up in the bar, lifting them from the ground. With his deadly aim, he killed them both quickly. He went over to the doors and shut them, but got clipped in the shoulder by a bullet, eliciting a yelp from Elizabeth. Booker fell against the door and raised his gun to end the Founder that had been hiding. He slid down the door and sat on the ground, letting the pain sink in for a moment.

Elizabeth ran to his aid and saw the wounded arm, "Oh my Gosh Booker, are you okay?"

Booker nodded, "It's the not first time I've been shot and unfortunately it won't be the last." Her look didn't show that she believed him, "I knew what I was getting into, I'm going to be fine. Just help me up." She planted both of her feet as she used all of her strength to help up Booker's broad frame.

Once he was vertical, she immediately went towards the bar, "I think I saw a medical kit around here." Booker walked towards the hall as her head popped up from behind the bar, "Where are you going? I need to stitch you up."

"I'm making sure no one else is hiding so I don't have any more holes in me," Booker called as he disappeared down the hall. Elizabeth sighed and rummaged through the small med-kit, gathering the supplies she would need to fix Booker's wound. She heard his footsteps as he came back into the room, his gun back in his on belt and his hand on his wound.

"Come on, I need to stitch you up," She told him.

Booker shook his head as he walked over to the bar, "We can't stitch it up yet…" He grabbed a knife from the table, eyeing to make sure it was clean. "The bullet is still inside." Panic came over Elizabeth, she was so used to just small flesh wounds, head wounds and straight thru bullets, but she hadn't had to dig a bullet out of him. He grabbed a fifth of whiskey and popped off the top, taking a long drink from it before removing his lips with a pop and hissed between his teeth. "It's not that far in, so you don't have to dig too far." He poured some whiskey over the knife, handing it over to Elizabeth as he began to strip off his upper clothing until he was shirtless. "Make it quick." Booker put the tie between his teeth as he poured some of the liquor on the wound, he groaned past the cloth. Elizabeth took a few deep breathes as she looked at the bloody wound, she had to be as careful as possible, not only to make sure she didn't damage anymore muscle than she needed, but she didn't want to hurt the man she had developed strong feelings for.

"I'm sorry Booker," She stuck the tip of the blade in and Booker groaned loudly as she continued to dig in. Elizabeth continued to whisper apologizes as she continued to dig into his skin until she felt that it was deep enough and attempted to pop it out. His groans became louder until she say the bloody bullet coming out along with the end of the knife. Using her nails, she picked out the bullet and removed the knife. "Are you okay?" She asked, he just nodded as she grabbed the bottle. "I'm just going to pour a little more on here to make sure it doesn't get infected." Elizabeth slowly tipped the bottle until it splashed on his wound, making him cry out in pain again. She felt it sting her heart, she wished she could just magically heal him so he wouldn't feel all this pain. Working quickly, she grabbed the needle and thread, "It's almost over," She tried to comfort him. Elizabeth stitched up the wound as quickly and perfectly as possible, she tied a knot in the end of the thread and used her teeth to bite off the end. She put a small amount of gauze over the wound and wrapped it. "There you go." Booker removed the tie from his mouth and grabbed the bottle, taking another long drink. "Does that really help?"

Booker wiped his mouth with his forearm, "It more than helps." He turned to look at her and she curiously looked at the bottle, "Would you like some?"

She hesitantly reached for the bottle, but pulled her hand back, "I don't think I should."

Putting his shirt and vest on, Booker gestured towards the bar stool, "Take a seat, I'm going to pour you a drink." She did as she was told and Booker grabbed to glasses from under the bar, once she sat down, she smoothed out her skirt on instinct. He gave her one look and chuckled.

"What?" She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms under her chest.

"You don't need to be all 'proper' while drinking, it's not a 'gala'," He smiled. Elizabeth looked down at her position and leaned over, resting her elbows on the bar and hooked her heels on the bottom bar of the chair.

"Is this better?" She asked, not aware that the new position gave Booker a perfect view of her chest.

"A lot better," He tore his eyes off of her and turned back towards the wide selection of alcohol. His fingers danced over the top of the bottles as he decided what he should start with. Booker stopped at one that made him smile, "Here we go, 'The Blood of the Lamb'."

Elizabeth gave him annoyed look, "Tasteful." He popped the top off and filled both of their glasses halfway. She picked up her glass as he set down the bottle, "Don't you think that's a little much?"

"You'll be fine," He assured her, "I'm sure a whiskey named after you has to be good and I already know you taste good." A blush crossed her face as she took in the complement, she knew he had to be a little buzzed, in the short time that she had known him, he hadn't been so obvious with his flirtation. She brought the cup to her lips and took a slow drink, her eyes slammed shut as she felt the burn in her throat. Elizabeth coughed on her drink as Booker smiled past his glass. "You'll get used to it." She swirled the liquor in her cup for a little bit before sipping a little more, getting the same burning after taste. "The trick is to drink it all at once," Booker advised. She threw her head back along with the drink and swallowed it all, it burned liked all the other times, but she felt very warm now. The warmth spread to her extremities and she blinked her eyes a couple times, feeling the alcohol affect her brain. "There you go," Booker poured a little more into her empty cup. "How are you feeling?"

Elizabeth gave him a smile, "I feel really good." With no tolerance, Elizabeth was already close to drunk with just one drink. She grabbed the cup again and downed it like before with no problem, more warmth spread through her body and she licked the whisky from her upper lip. Elizabeth felt her inhibitions drop as she looked at Booker, "You know…every time I look at you when you're not looking, I can't help but think I want you to be the man who I marry." Booker's eyes widened a little as Elizabeth giggled, "Oops, I didn't mean to say that. I meant to say that I can't help but think about what we did in the First Lady and how much I want to do it again."

"You are already drunk aren't you?" His answer was her resting her head against the bar and humming softly to herself, if he wasn't mistaken, it was the tune that she had been dancing to at the beach. Figuring they would be there for a while, he made sure to turn the lock on the front door, just in case anymore Founders decided to drop in on them. Booker turned around to see Elizabeth stumbling up from the bar, taking off the small coat she had on and tossing it on the bar. "You should probably sit back down Elizabeth," Booker warned, "You are too much of a lightweight to be moving right now."

She leaned back against the bar and she used her finger to urge him towards her, "Come here Mr. DeWitt, I want to show you something I've learned." Booker sighed and approached her, hoping that it would be easy to pick her up and set her down to rest in one of the diner booths he had seen. Once he got closer, she wrapped an arm around his neck before reaching behind her and grabbing his still untouched drink, quickly pouring it down her throat and smacking her lips with a satisfied sigh, "I want you Mr. DeWitt."

He ignored the formal name again, "Elizabeth, you are such a light weight." Booker picked her up bridal style and carried her down to the booth. She began to wiggle out of his arms and he finally set her down, Elizabeth pushed him down onto the seat and began to pull at his jeans as she got onto her knees. "What are you doing Elizabeth?" Elizabeth looked up at him and held a finger to her soft lips, giving a playful giggle before going back to work. With his barely inebriated state of mind, Booker decided to let it happen and lifted his hips as she pulled down his pants and underwear, his hardening cock starting to lift from his right thigh.

"While we were in the Bull Yard holding cells, I found a few dirty pictures of girls doing this and I wanted to try it with you," Elizabeth stroked him until he was fully hard and ran her tongue along the bottom side of his shaft, Booker let his head hit the cushioned seats and held his hand to his head, not believing that this pure and good girl could do things like this. Her left hand softly stroked him, her tongue circled around his pulsating head. Elizabeth's hand went past her skirt waistband and rubbed herself through her panties. A moan from Elizabeth increased Booker's pleasure, she heard him groan and her blue orbs looked up to him and pulled him from her mouth, a small strand of saliva still connected between her lips and his tip. "Did that feel good?" He nodded. Elizabeth lowered her head back on him and bobbed her head slowly, her fingers going past her underwear and dipping into her slick entrance. She imagined it was his fingers inside of her, playing with her as she pleasured him with her mouth. Another moan vibrated his shaft, Booker's hips instinctively thrusted up and his head hit the back of her throat, making her gag. She pulled him out of her mouth to cough, her hand still stroking him.

He lifted his head to look at the tears starting to run down her face, she wiped them away with her arm, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "You just caught me off guard." Elizabeth tried again, getting as much of him into her mouth as she could. Ignoring the urge to cough, inch after inch of Booker slid down her throat until her nose touch the small amount of hair above his cock. The feeling of being down her throat brought him to the edge, his cock expanded down her throat and the need for air suddenly hit her.

"Oh God," He moaned as he sent 5 large loads of cum down her throat, once he was finished, she was finally able to pull him out and take a deep breath. Booker pulled up his pants as Elizabeth recovered, he pulled her to him, laying her head on his chest. He saw her essence on her fingers and he brought them to his mouth, tasting her sweet juices. "I'll be sure to return the favor some time." He whispered. Booker kissed the top of her head as he embraced her, he rested his tired eyes, enjoying the same amount of rest he could get before he had to enter hell once again.

-SDB