A/N: This was meant to be part of previous chapter. Yet somehow against the better judgement, I decided to put this whole thing in another chapter. I don't know, after resting my pen for so long, I dislike having long chapter. So apology if you feel the previous one was a bit dull.
New job and my lack of confidence on writing smutt make my later than usual posting. After over 4 years of practicing this area on Tumblr RP, I found myself still need more improvement in this region. Eh.
James O'Malley belong to me, everything else belonged to Bethesda.
4
The upstairs rooms of The Last Plank, in all honesty, were way cleaner than a lot of the accommodations in the bigger cities Riley had set her foot upon. Even in Diamond City, the crown jewel of the Commonwealth, there were debris and rubbish piling up in the corners. Before coming here, she had come to term with the common sights. But after seeing the chamber for hire of this town, she wasn't all that sure. There were times she solemnly missed the old days, days she was familiar with, days when everything made sense, days when people she knew and loved still breathing and around her. There were times when everything was sure as sunrise. Standing at the entrance of the room closets to the fire staircase at the back of the building, she suddenly desperately hoping what she was doing was one of those things she was sure of.
Was it? She wasn't all that sure, in all honesty. But she was very sure she got sick of keep finding excuse for it. There was something there and both of them were aware of that pull. Now that resistance snapped and they decided not to put it off. Turning, she was once again in this mysterious Harborman called James' embrace and once again his lips were on hers. All the tension bottled up since their first meeting exploded to desperate needs. The primal needs, the emotional needs, the unsaid needs. So many of them. All of them even she was surprised that she had. The door was barely closed and she was nudged and crushed against the wooden panel in the matter of seconds. Her long arms were around his board shoulders. Slender fingers, once soft and supple but now calloused and riddled with small cuts and bruises, dug into his hair and managed to pull a few strands of hair out of his otherwise tidy and pulled up bun. Heat radiated from him was passing to her through their clothes, warming her. His beard tickled her chin, then down her throat and to the soft skin just there at the crook of her shoulder blade. His large hands, one rested on door and one grasped her upper arm. It was then travelled along the side of her body and finally rested on her waist. For a few moments, aside from the short gasps between changes of breath, neither of them spoke. All they were focusing on was enjoying the closeness of each other. It was glorious. It felt glorious.
Eventually, it wasn't enough. Not close enough. Needed to be closer. Almost unanimously, they started to tug each other's clothes, clumsily and desperately trying to remove them while their hands and lips remained on each other. Riley grabbed a fistful of Jame's collar and pushed. Taking hints, he rolled his board shoulders so he was able to shrug his Radstag hide jacket off. When it finally did, he let it drop onto the threadbare rug with a thud. Her hands went to his waistband next, pulling his shirt out of his jeans. When they felt the hem, the fingers slipped in, enjoying the sensation of his bare skin under there.
His hands weren't idle either. They went to the buttons of her shirt and clumsily undid them, shaking and struggling to steady. After one and two, he lost patient. With a growl he curled his fingers around the plackets and tore them apart with excess force. The remaining buttons bounced off, disappearing into somewhere in the dim room. She would have to find another shirt later, but right now, she really did not care. Chuckling and breathing a little rapidly, she continued to work on remove the remaining cloth, and so was he. Very soon, both of them were topless. Her round breasts were fully exposed before him, brushing against his chest. Her nipples were hard, half because of the cold air and half something else. Their arms were tightly around each other once more as they finally away from the door and moved toward the single bed at the other side of the small room. It was unclear who leaded who, but eventually both of them fell into slightly stiff and mouldy mattress.
"Riley." She heard him calling her name-the first time he had done so. The voice was raspy, deep and guttural. It was full of desire and longing, something she knew from that first moment she saw him. It tugged something inside her, stirring the fire already blazing at the pit of her abdomen. A hint of smile hovered at the edge of her mouth as she felt her body shook. How simple name she had used so many years would sound so differently, coming out of him.
"Riley," He called again. It was more urgent this time, half begging, half enquiring. Every sinew of her body sang. She sighed in response, arching her back and letting him fumbled her belt. His mouth at the same time moved to her collarbone, her chest, breathing damp and warm air on her skin. She cried out this time, her hands fisted around the sheet. When his head halted at her breast and began to suckle her pebbled nipples, her head rolled back and she was lost in waves of pleasure threaten to burst.
It took several attempts, but at last the belt was unbuckled and her jeans and underpants was peeled off and tossed to the floor, joining the pile they had shredded earlier. With a grunt to kick off her boots and socks, she was completely bared under him, buttercream skin forming a stark contrast to the grey tone bed linen. Riley watched James paused, left his head and looked over her, his blue eyes gleamed in the dark room: He liked what he saw, and somewhat it pleased her.
"Your turn." She purred, grabbed hold of his shoulders and rolled over. Now she was on the top, straddling him. Her blonde hair was draping around her face and around his. His belt was unbuckled and his trousers were pushed from his waist. His arousal sprang free from all the restrains. Smirking, she ran the tip of her forefinger over the length, enticing a groan out of him. Good.
She could have taken it slow. She should have taken it slow. Teasing, tempting, seducing... the whole nine yard. But she was impatient tonight, and so was he. She could not wait. It had taken them so long. They had waited long enough. No, she would not take slow tonight. Simple as that.
Everything speeded up from that point onward. The bottled up desire they both had inside them made them rush everything. Still on the top, she climbed and slipped him into her, moaning at the sensation of him fill her up inside. After the first avalanches of pleasure passed, she started to move, rolling her hips and picking up the pace. She would hear him growl out, his voice guttural and filled with lust. It matched the noise that unintentionally escaped her parted lips. It felt so good, yet it barely scratched the surface. It wasn't the first time for either of them. They knew the true joy, and pleasure, had yet to come.
Suddenly, without warning, he sat up, his arms were around her waist and they were both sitting somewhat. The change of position startled her a little but soon that surprise was overlapped by something else.
"James," Riley cried out his name as he started to move forward and backward, her eyes flutter closed at the another wave of sensation washed over her. Her head rolled back over her shoulder, pushing her breasts forward. Taking hint, he leaned forward and kissed her soft mounds, his tongue flicked over her flesh and teased her harden nipples.
"James." His name slipped out of her again. The assault from both sides nearly drove her to total distraction. She felt every inch of her skin was burning. Her fingers clenched onto the skin of his upper arm, letting him rocked her roughly and madly, and feeling herself being pushed higher and higher at a speed she was barely able to catch breath. Then she was over the edge before she knew it. It was so fast, she didn't even realise it. Her body convulsed and shook as the climax took her.
When her mind slowly returned to oblivion, she noticed they were still locked in the intimate embrace and he was still hilt deep inside her, his shaft rocking hard. Sensing the brunette had descended back to the present, he gave her a smirk and began to move again, this time a bit slow and not rush to anywhere. Brown eyes widen somewhat and gradually her sated fire at the pit of her abdomen was once again burning. The Harborman nudged and gently pushed her down so her back was against the matress this time. Her long legs wrapped around his waist. The second time around took longer, yet the blinding delight she experienced moment ago all the same. Her inner walls tightened and loosen around him at the rhythm he built. Her fingers dug into the muscle slabbed shoulders over her. The weight was delicious. She could not help but sighed on the top of the moans and whimpers she already produced.
Was this crazy, doing this in a strange room at a strange hotel on a strange island with a stranger? Was this crazy, to find that this person had elicited so many things she did not expect to have in her still? Was it crazy, do find she enjoyed every second of this? To be honest, it was not as strange, or crazy, as waking up from a cryogenic stasis at an underground Vault and being told 200 years had gone since she last saw the sky. Nor it was as crazy as trying to track down the only son who was only a wee infant the last time anyone saw him. It was that fragment of her senses talking; the one that used to be a lawyer, one that used to everything was in order. Everyone knew nothing was in good order anymore. It had been like that for at least two centuries. So what happened between her and this mystery James O'Malley at this moment was completely not mad at all. No, it wasn't. And every sinew of her body told her so.
They reached that pinnacle of total bliss at the same time at this round, allowing the ecstasy enveloped them both, carrying them off to a place that was so far from here. For a moment, all they could hear was each other's heartbeat, all they could feel was each other's slightly salty skin, and all they could think was...completely nothing. They tangled in that narrow, slightly stiffy and mouldy single bed, their limbs intertwined, and so were their breath, enjoyed for a long time that afterglow of their intimacy.
Then he moved, lifting his head and looked into her eyes, his hair was half undone but his eyes remained as blue as ever.
"Hello."
"Hey." Riley chuckled in amusement.
"I am James O'Malley." He grinned.
"I know." She did her best to keep her face stern: "And I am Riley Pascal."
His grin deepened, laughing line fanned around his eyes: "I know."