Deacon felt like a man that had been dying of thirst that now found himself at the banks of a stream filled with all the cool, crisp water he could ever desire. After so long of not being able to be with Nora, or anyone else, it was all he wanted to do. He wanted to be inside of her all day, every day. He was making up for lost time with a single minded determination that he was impressed Nora could keep up with because it was frankly ridiculous.
Nora woke up, opening her eyes to see Deacon already awake. She smiled at him as she stretched, yawning hugely.
"Good morning, handsome."
"Good morning, lover." The endearment fell from his lips like warm honey, slow and sweet, sending a thrill of desire through her. Nora still couldn't believe the changes that their relationship had gone through in the last few weeks. She and Hancock were seeing sides of Deacon that they hadn't even guessed existed. Her lingering guilt over everything that had happened with Shaun was the only dark cloud hovering over her otherwise blissful existence. She was just going to have to get used to that particular cloud though, because it wasn't going anywhere. Instead of worrying about the guilt, she had been forgetting her sorrows in the arms of her two loves, both more than happy to offer her the distraction.
Hancock awoke to see Nora rolling into Deacon's waiting arms. Part of him had been nervous that maybe they wouldn't need him once Deacon was passed his emotional hang-ups about sex, but even that fear hadn't stopped Hancock from wanting to help him. Luckily, his fears seemed to be unfounded. Both of them had come to him individually to reassure him, so he had tried to put his fears to rest. He knew their relationship was unconventional, but he wouldn't want it any other way. He didn't even want to think about being alone again, taking hits of Jet while drinking bottle after bottle of Gwinnett Stout at the Third Rail until he stumbled back to the State House with a random townie on his arm. He didn't want to be a touring ghoul anymore. He had tasted perfection and there was no going back for him.
Deacon ran his hand up the pale flesh of Nora's thigh and over the swell of her hip, sliding it around her waist and pulling her up against him. His mouth found the sensitive skin just under her jaw line and sunk his teeth into it. She gasped, arching her back and digging her nails into him. He trailed kisses and gentle bites down her neck while she squirmed and moaned. He looked up to see Hancock watching, desire blatant on his scarred visage. He rolled Nora onto her back, indicating that he should join them.
Nora wasn't even aware that Hancock was awake until she felt his warm hands on her as he found his way between her legs, exposing her with deft fingers. His warm tongue, lapping playfully at her sensitive bud, sent shivers of pleasure up her spine. Deacon had worked his way down to her chest and was flicking one of her nipples with his tongue. Their hands were everywhere, caressing, pinching and teasing until she was on the brink of release.
"Not just yet, love," Deacon whispered, his breath tickling her ear before he rolled away from her. She felt Hancock's hands on her hips as he flipped her over. She got to her knees and looked over to see Deacon standing next to the bed, his impressive hardness twitching with desire. Crawling slowly towards him she reached out, wrapping one delicate hand around the base of his cock.
Deacon watched as she stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum from the head of his penis, smiling up at him and he groaned at the touch. She licked and kissed the length of his shaft, teasing him by opening her mouth wide over his tip before pulling away with a wicked laugh. He tried to thrust forward, aching with the need to plunge into her, but she held him firmly, denying him with a smirk.
Hancock watched as Nora played with Deacon, all the while wiggling her ass for his benefit.
"I wanna see you suck that cock, Darlin'." Hancock's voice rasped from behind her. She was pretty sure that no one had a sexier voice than her ghoul. She leaned forward and did as she was told, wrapping her lips tightly around Deacon's erection and enjoying the sounds he made as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could without choking.
Hancock watched as Nora's head bobbed up and down, Deacon's hand balled in her hair, with smug satisfaction. He was a little too pleased that she had followed his command. He slipped two fingers into her warmth, moving them in and out in time with her movements before removing them and getting behind her. She pressed her round, shapely rear against him in obvious invitation as he ran his hands over her curves. He couldn't get enough of her impossibly soft skin, such a contrast to his. He used one hand to rub the head of his cock between her folds, sighing at her slick warmth. Unable to wait another moment, he forced himself into her velvety hollow, amazed at how snuggly she wrapped around him. He felt Nora brace herself as both he and Deacon fucked her, choked moans of pleasure trying to escape from her full mouth.
Deacon looked down at the beautiful woman before him. When she looked up at him, her eyes the color of the sun shining through amber, he thought his heart would burst. He dropped to his knees, finding her mouth with his. He kissed her swollen lips, his hands on either side of her face. She clutched at him as he breathed her in, feeling her rock with every thrust as Hancock entered her again and again.
"Does it feel good, love? Does his cock feel good inside you?"
"Yes," she gasped in response, finding it hard to concentrate. "It feels… so… good…" Hancock was only spurred on by her words, ramming her harder in response and Deacon could tell it wouldn't be long now.
"Look at me. I want to see you come." Deacon held her face in his hands, watching as she fought to hold his gaze. Her mouth fell open as she cried out, but she never looked away. He didn't think there was anything more beautiful than watching her come.
Her cries of release as she convulsed and tightened around his cock pushed him over the edge. He shoved himself into her until he bottomed out, a strangled cry escaping his lips to mingle with hers. He moved inside of her slowly, gasping through the aftershocks before pulling out.
Deacon took up Hancock's position, flipping Nora's limp body over and putting one of her legs on his shoulder before entering her in one swift motion. She gasped, arching her back and digging her nails into his hips. She was slick with the remains of her and Hancock's love and he slid in easily, filling her to the hilt. Her clit was swollen and as he brushed in with his thumb she cried out, every nerve alive and sensitive. He loved to see her like this, flushed and writhing below him. He smiled down at her as he moved in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered open he was rewarded with a surprisingly sweet smile in return.
"I love the way you feel inside me, baby." Her voice was soft and breathy as she arched in response to his movements.
Hancock watched as Deacon responded by leaning down, kissing her passionately as he continued to bury himself within her, thrusting faster and faster as Nora moaned and clawed at his back. He could tell the moment they came, Deacon's muscles going stiff before visibly shuddering as they both cried out. By this point Nora's cry was more of a whimper, heartbreakingly pathetic. As Deacon climbed off of her, Hancock grabbed his shirt and pressed it against her swollen, sensitive entrance. She gasped as he gently wiped her off, but made no move to stop him as she laid in a boneless puddle on the bed. Hancock chuckled under his breath, reaching up with his other hand to brush her hair out of her face. She caught his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, kissing him softly. He ran his thumb over her lips, holding her face in his hand.
"I love you, Sunshine."
"Mmm… you, too." She mumbled, still almost incoherent. Deacon laughed shaking his head. He had gone to grab a can of water. He climbed in on Nora's other side and slipped an arm behind her, sitting her up. He Held the open can to her lips and only then did her eyes flutter open. She clumsily took the can and took several large gulps before passing it to Hancock who did the same.
"Now I need a nap," she said as she stretched lazily. "You two wore me out!"
"Just doing our job, love." Hancock replied, his raspy voice sounding light with mirth.
Deacon laid her down, pulling the covers up over her. He planted a kiss on her cheek before standing up.
"Why don't you stay here with her while I cook us some breakfast," he suggested to Hancock.
"I'm not gonna say no to a plan like that." Deacon smiled and went over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of jeans and a threadbare t-shirt. He pulled them on headed out to the kitchen, smiling at the two forms cuddled up under the covers.
Hancock pulled Nora close, curving around her. She fit against him perfectly and the little sigh of contentment that rose from her lips filled his heart with warmth. He dozed off to the gentle sounds of her breathing, thinking that life just didn't get any better.
Deacon was worried about Nora. She hadn't been acting like herself and the only thing that had changed recently was their physical relationship. It had been just over a month since he had finally overcome his anxiety and he thought things had been going well. There had been a little period of adjustment as they figured out the new dynamics, but he had thought she was happy. He certainly was. He was afraid to bring it up, afraid to hear that she didn't want him anymore.
The door to their home slammed open and Hancock rushed in, a pale Nora clasped limply in his arms.
"What the hell happened?" Deacon cried as he moved out of the way so Hancock could lay his burden on the bed.
"She got dizzy, almost fell over and then vomited. A lot. Grab some of that RadAway and a can of water." Hancock was trying to get her out of her jacket when he called over his shoulder, "Grab the trash can, too, in case she gets sick again."
Deacon gathered up the requested items, adding a wash cloth to the list and hurried back to Hancock. He pushed the RadAway into Hancock's hands and then cracked open the can of water, pouring some onto the washcloth and gently dabbing her forehead and cheeks. She looked flushed, a slight sheen of sweat on her brow. Hancock had her hooked up to the RadAway and there was nothing to do now but wait. He looked over at Hancock and saw his own nervousness and fear reflected back.
Hancock was really starting to worry. If she was sick from radiation the RadAway would already be working. He got up and walked across the room, opening the drawer where Nora kept her Pip-Boy when they were at home. He picked up the computer and walked back over to his girl, slipping it onto her arm and closing the latches. He powered it up and once it was finished loading he took a deep breath and looked. All her vitals were fine and yet she was still lying in the bed moaning, looking like death.
"Would you guys sit the fuck down? You're making me nervous." Nora sat up, ripping the RadAway out of her arm. She held her hand out to Deacon and he just stared at her stupidly until she pointed to the water in his hand, giving him an annoyed look. He pushed the can into her hand and then he and Hancock each grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed.
"We're making you nervous? You're the one that threw up and then passed out, doll." Hancock narrowed his eyes, obviously debating on whether or not to say something. "You're not going through withdraw or anything, right? I mean, I think we would know if you were that far down the rabbit hole, but…"
Nora laughed, but it was an ugly, unfamiliar sound.
"Drugs? Ha. That would be a less complicated problem."
"So you know what's wrong? Tell us, love." Deacon leaned forward, placing a hand on her leg and silently willing her to answer his question.
"I'm pregnant."
Her words were met with silence and dumbfounded stares. She leaned her head back, placed the cool washcloth on her forehead and closed her eyes, waiting for them to process.
Hancock's heart soared and then came crashing down in a matter of seconds. He knew the child wasn't his, but he didn't care about that. He would love to be a part of raising a child, but why would they want his help? He was a chem using ghoul with a penchant for rough language. What responsible parent would even let him around their child?
Deacon felt like he was in a fog. He couldn't wrap his mind around her words. Pregnant? How had that not occurred to them? He thought back over the last month, realizing that they hadn't been taking any precautions. Not a one. It had been so long since he had worried about getting anyone pregnant, a whole lifetime ago, while Nora was used to sleeping with Hancock who couldn't get her pregnant. It must not have even occurred to her. He was going to be a… father? Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Nora lifted the corner of the rag, peeking out at them.
"Crazy, right? I didn't think I could even get pregnant anymore. Nate and I had such a hard time conceiving Shaun and the doctor had said we likely wouldn't be able to have anymore…" she trailed off, looking between the two of them like she had done something wrong. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for! I am the one that should have been more careful! I don't know what I was thinking…"
"Why are the two of you acting like this is a disaster?" Hancock looked between the two of them in confusion. "We're going to have a baby. Well, I guess you two are… That's something to be celebrated."
"What does that mean? You're not ditching us because I'm knocked up, are you?" Nora had shot up, the rag falling forgotten into her lap. Apparently the sudden movement was a bad plan, because she went green and frantically reached for the trash can next to the bed. Hancock shoved it into her hands just in time.
When she was finished being sick and they had her propped back up on the pillows, she reached out for Hancock's hand.
"You're not really going to leave us, are you?"
"I didn't know if you'd want me around. It's not like I'm exactly the best influence…"
"I think you'd make a great father. Both of you will." Nora looked down at her still flat stomach, "That is, if you both want to be."
Deacon climbed into the bed carefully, taking her in his arms. She leaned into him, hiding her face in his chest.
"Neither of us are going anywhere. We're in this together." Deacon looked to Hancock over their girl's head, "I mean it, John. You're as much a part of this as I am."
Hancock didn't know what to say, but he did know that he had never been happier. Their girl was having a fucking baby. He wanted to run through the streets, shouting the news to everyone. He thought now that she knew they weren't going to freak out, Nora would be happier. She wasn't though. In fact she was sobbing into Deacon's chest with increasing despair.
"It's going to be okay, love. I know Hancock and I don't exactly know much about babies, but we'll learn. I promise we'll do a job."
His words didn't seem to make her feel any better, in fact she seemed to be crying even harder.
"It's not you I'm worried about," came her choked confession. "I murdered my first child because he was a fucking monster! I'm not fit to be a mother! It's like some kind of cruel joke."
Hancock climbed in on Nora's other side, he and Deacon holding on to her as she sobbed. Once she had mostly cried herself out Hancock turned her face towards his.
"Shaun's fate wasn't your fault, doll. You didn't raise him. The Institute did."
"The Institute didn't murder him! That was all me."
"They might as well have," Deacon interjected. "If they hadn't interfered, Shaun would have been raised by you and never would have become what he did."
"You don't know that." She tried to hide her head again, but Hancock wouldn't let her.
"You're the best person we know. You are going to be an amazing mother and we are going to be here to make sure no one ruins that for you this time." The sincerity in her ghoul's eyes made her want to believe him.
"I hope you're right. I really do, but somehow I feel like I'm the one that's the monster."
