Kate likes Nuka Cola, The Andrews Sisters, and surprisingly, kissing Charon.

Its been two weeks since they were honest with each other. Two weeks of finally feeling like he doesn't have to bear the weight of his secret. Charon feels pretty damn good. He can't explain how amazing it feels to hear her say, "I love you Chare," as she drifts off to sleep in his arms. Or when she nervously whispers it after they have fought through a pack of raiders. Its like she has to tell him as quickly as she can, because she could have lost him.

Charon adores it. He's never had a single soul care about him. To most he was worthless, especially since he was a ghoul. As if being a ghoul wasn't bad enough, Charon was also a slave. Kate had always seemed to look at him more positively. Charon had first chocked her affections up to loneliness or naivety, but it was clear now that neither were the case. For some reason, she just loved him.

The more Charon thought about it, he could make some sense out of it. Charon was one of Kate's first friends in the wastes, someone she said she could always trust. Kate had been the only person Charon had ever been able to trust. They were both quiet, but loud around each other. Kate knew how to make Charon laugh, and he tried his best to reciprocate. He was the ultimate tactician and marksman, but Kate could almost match him in some situations. But Charon enjoyed that, he liked teaching her and helping her improve.

Despite all of these thing he still had a hard time believing. Especially as he watched her, sorting through their clothes. Kate hated doing housework, but knew when it was a necessity. She had told Charon that today would be the right time to "purge their house." Everything was always theirs. Even though she loathed the work, and honestly Charon did too, they tried to make it fun. Kate put on the few records she had bought off of Three-Dog and Moira to drowned out the work. They even drank a little.

Kate had piled all of the laundry on their new bigger and better two-person bed and got to work. "We should really get you some more clothes." She says as she hangs up one of Charon's shirts. Of course before he had become her companion Charon had only one outfit. She had been the one to take him to Moira's and had him pick out some other options.

"You bought me two shirts already." He says as he sat on the bed and folded one of the few towels they had.

Kate rolled her eyes, "You need more than three shirts Charon."

Charon smiles and nods towards her, "Not if you would stop wearing them." Kate shot him a grumpy look, but she was smiling. She knew he didn't mean it. How could he be mad when the woman he adored was parading around their room in nothing but his huge black shirt, her panties, and a pair of long socks.

His pants felt tight as he watched the way the shirt just barely covered her ass. He had only seen her in her underwear, but Charon wasn't complaining. Kate had every right to her body, including if and when she wanted to share it with him. Despite that her innocent teasing drove him mad.

"Face it, you need more clothes. You're going to have to let me take care of you now." Her words are a little slurred due to the rum and Nuka Cola she has been sipping for the last hour. Charon has been drinking, but not heavily.

He smirked, "I let you take care of me."

It was a lie.

"Bullshit," Kate remarks, "you're always talking about how you are supposed to take care of me."

"I am." Charon retorts confidently, "I want to take care of you."

Its not the contract, Charon has his own emotional reasons to blame. He has to make sure she is safe, fed, and happy at all times. Which Kate makes difficult by running out in front of him during combat, forgetting to eat, and getting upset. The last one is completely understandable though. Charon knows she misses her father deeply. So he gets right back in front of her and takes the bullets, he feeds her when she's on the brink of passing out, and he holds her when she cant fight back the tears anymore.

Kate rolls her eyes and hangs up her clean vault suit. Charon swears she looks at it a bit longer than necessary. For some reason this makes him blurt out, "When we find your dad, what do you think he will say?"

Kate turns back to him, a bit confused. "He'll probably be mad I left the vault. Maybe he'll yell, but he was never really the yelling type."

Charon shakes his head, "No, no I mean…about us." Her eyes get wide, she understands now.

"Oh," She says simply.

A few minutes go by, then Kate just shrugs her shoulders. "It doesn't really matter. I still love you. My father has never been a judgmental person, not that there were any ghouls in the vault to judge…,but I honestly don't care. I mean, I hope he likes you. But if he doesn't it wont be your fault." She's forcing herself to think through the booze, Charon can see it in her eyes. As annoying as it is to care, he wants her father to like him. Hell, he wants her father to love him. Some stupid part of him wants to be accepted by this mysterious man he has never met, based solely on the grounds that he is important to her.

Charon takes a deep breath, "Hopefully…everything will go well." Its his way of saying he hopes her father wont be completely disgusted that is daughter wants to have this thing by her side. Kate moves over towards the bed and sits beside him."You know I'm not embarrassed of you, right?" It's a bit off topic, but Charon feels like its something she has worried about.

He smiles, "In a way…I don't see how you can't be." Kate frowns and Charon kisses the side of her mouth hoping to bring her smile back. She hates when he talks like that.

"I'm joking smoothskin. Go on."He keeps his forehead pressed against hers, their lips inches from each other.

She sighs, "I don't want you to think I'm embarrassed to say that I love you. I don't care what you look like or that you're a ghoul. If someone has a problem with it then they will just have to accept it or leave me alone."

Charon smiles and meets her eyes. "I know s-" she cuts him off.

"You're such a good person Chare and I just…I don't deserve someone that treats me as well as you do. I feel really lucky. I hope that you always want to be with me. I always want to be with you." The alcohol is setting in again. Kate's words are tumbling out, as if shes been struggling to hold all of these things inside.

Charon kisses her, completely and softly this time. When their lips part, he whispers, "You have no idea about how much you mean to me." Kate blushes and tries to turn away out of embarrassment, but he holds her there. Charon pushes his lips back against her's, and she does the same. Before he knows it, she is underneath him. Both of them tangled in each others arms. Kate is giggling as Charon kisses all over her face and down her neck.

"You're perfect," He whispers,"You're so beautiful."

He doesn't know how to put into words what she is to him. Similarly, he cant begin to describe how much he aches to touch her.

"You're distracting me from my chores." Kate giggles. She says it, but he can tell she doesn't mean it. Charon smirks and nips lightly at her earlobe, "Fuck chores," he growls. Charon wants her desperately. He knows it not the right time, plus shes a little drunk. But none of that helps with the bulge growing in his pants. If Charon doesn't stop, something bad will happen.

He raises himself up and goes to get off of her, but she stops him. "Where are you going?" Kate asks, disappointed. Charon smiles, " We have chores to do." Even though it's a contradiction of what he just said.

Kate smirks and her eyes point to his erection, "It doesn't look like you want to do chores."

Charon swallows hard, wishing it had been better hidden. "Now is not the appropriate time." He says, attempting to stay strong. Kate pouts and reaches her arms out, "Come back Chare." She looks so sweet laying there. Her long dark hair forming a halo around her face. Kate's shirt is barely covering her stomach, her underwear resting just below her hipbones. Charon tries not to let his eyes linger on the way the underwear curves between her thighs. With every ounce of willpower he has left Charon reaches down a kisses her forehead, but Kate has her own ideas. She winds her arms around Charon's neck and attempts to pull him back down on top of her. But Charon is all muscle, and he doesn't move one of them. Kate just ends up flopping back on the bed. Charon cant help but burst into laugher. He gives her what she wants though, leaning down on top of her again. "You have to be good." He whispers as he kisses along her jaw.

With a devious smile she whispers, "I'm the Savior of the Wastes, I'm always good."

Authors Note: Thank you for reading! :)