Her tongue pushed deep into his mouth, twirling and in turn making crude slippery noises. It'd been too long since someone had kissed him and he couldn't help respond. She went right back to being a bitch in his eyes the moment a indulgent moan pushed its way into his mouth from hers. He had to end it right here and now.

'Even if it she is working that tongue inside like she fuckin' owns me still.'

He growled against her wet lips and shoved her off his lap roughly. It felt good to finally get her off, to see that surprised - then pissed off look on her face as her naked body bounced. He nearly grinned..

"Ugh..fuck you too Charon! See if I swap spit with you again..." She knew the drill...maybe she'd even expected him to push her away - would explain how quick she was to retort. Tempting little...little..wait where the fuck was her Dad? As if by a bolt of electricity he remembered briefly wondering where the fuck the father figure was. Why hadn't he been so concerned about it before. 'Right...she was fucking me... ' This time he did grin, almost again forgetting to worry about the father situation when fresh memories of the kid gyrating on top him flooded back.

He looked around him, forgetting she was still spread eagle on the floor in front of him. The Dad had to be somewhere. As he pressed his back to the pod, zipped up his leather and started to stand he heard her whisper some insult to him. She wasn't worth the time at the moment. He had other things to worry about - like possibly having a girl's father see her fuckin a ghoul like an unleashed Yoa Gui.

"Where is he?" He didn't bother looking at her as he posed his question, just started eyeing the dark corners and the upper railings along the walls. Somewhere in his buzzing brain he knew the guy wasn't around. The girl wouldn't fuck with her Pops around. 'Would she?' No, that was even beyond her...although judging by the other stuff he'd witness her do, it wasn't far off.

"Ha!...He left before I jumped your bones, if thats what your bitchin' about.." Without looking at her he knew without a doubt she was crossing her arms under those bountiful breasts of hers and giving him a narrowed down look of spite. Indeed, when he regretfully cast her a glance - she was in that exact position, except she'd managed to put on those little shorts at some point.

"Was that not what we came here to do?" He gave her that glare back at a worse level. "...find him?"

He eyed her - running the tips of her toes against the cold metal as she looked off to the side with a wayward glance. Patience wasn't one of his virtues...not with her anyways. 'Come on just spit it out...'

"We can always meet him back at Rivet City later...besides...I needed some relief after being in that stupid pod for so long." She looked a little odd for a moment, like she'd just done something tiring. In a second the look was gone however and she cast him a lopsided mirthful smile. In the light her lips still looked shiny from their sloppy lip locking. Thankfully the sight didn't leave him weakening at the seams - instead he grunted and become tightening one of his loose belts back in place.

He heard her coo at him as he shifted his leathers around his hips; easing the strain on a growing bulge that she no doubt was remarking on. 'Ignore her, ignore her and get the fuck out of here...get..the..fuck..out of here...'

"Lets get the fuck out of here." For a moment he stood still, fingers still wedge between his belts and leather as his mind started to realize he wasn't the one that said it. She was waltzing past him, hips swaying like usual as he gawked at the back of her. She'd read his mind. No way to tip-toe around the fact that the bitch had took the words right out of his fucking mouth. She worked those thin little fingers inside the lobes of his brain and just found out every little thing there was to know. 'No of course not, but what the fuck?'

He only had a few moments to fume and worry before her rear-end disappeared around a corner - and he was left to pick up the pace. He tried his hardest to tell himself she was some kind of mind-freak, the other assumption wasn't good. The idea that some part of her thought like he did, or that some part of him thought like she did was starting to make him queasy in the worst possible way. 'Bitch..'

Outside the wind was hard and fast; the moon was large and the stars bright. It had been awhile since he'd taken the pleasure to just stare up at the sky; looking at it just for the sake of looking. The sound of the girl's crunching steps signaled besides him and her form crept up out the side of his vision. She stood off a few feet from him, flicking the horrid green light on at her wrist. When he'd been traveling with a previous employer he'd learned to navigate by the stars, though it must have been almost a decade ago since he barely could tell which way was north and which was south.

'Been in that bar way too long...'

The smoothskin saddled up beside him, looking at him it seemed before following his gaze up at the sky. He could see her range of facial expression out the corner of his eye. At first she looked confused, then enlightened and comforted...then a small look of fear ran across those features and he found himself looking straight at her. 'She really is a devil wearing the face of an innocent little girl..'

He found that he could still hate her without denying how pretty she was - with those small puffy lips and big wide eyes. With a little grumble he tore his eyes away before she turned her gaze to him. The last thing he wanted was for her to get the even more falsely confident from his constant staring…a little look at her could go along way for her ego it seemed.

For a few seconds they stood there, together with the wind flapping about the girl's hair and what was left of his. It was warm but the breeze was cooling. For a little while the wasteland seemed calm and peaceful. It was nice.

"I have a buddy to see in Megaton...", she lingered on as if she was about to say more but stopped. He didn't turn to her, just gave her a sideways glance. As long as she kept doing what she'd just done down in that vault - minus the spit swapping - he was game. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in that shit hole. 'Wonder if that bombs gone off yet…'

He thinned his lips out further, gazing along the mountain ranges in the distance and the blowing sand kicking up around them. Some kind of itch started inside his head, like he was suppose to remember something about the place…'..someone..?'

He grunted but after a few moments of silence, and the lingering gaze of the smoothskin he agreed half-heartedly.

"Fine."

It took no more than a few taps and 'beeps' of that stupid contraption around her wrist until they were both before Megaton; a garbage heap calling itself a colony. The transportation left him a little tingly in his finger tips, something he never liked. She, on the other hand, was already sprinting to the scissor shut gates, waiting impaciently for them to open. The night was old now, the stars were brighter and the air colder. It could have been a few hours till sunrise...maybe. The mountains behind him whistled against the wind and he found himself staring back at the gates as they started to quiver.

It looked differant than he remembered, though the robot on the left was at least a familiar sight. It even said the same shit...

The makeshift gates lifted out of the soft sandy bottom and eased up with a loud grating sound. His eyes followed the lifting sheets of metal up to a perch at the top where a gun was pointed at him. A ugly smoothskin was aiming a scoped rifle right between his eyes - he knew. 'Make sure to hit them in the head..right?'

It was the girl that signaled for the man to lower his weapon. She called up with a fake smile. He was with her, she said. More like she was with him, what with the way she managed to get around before him. The way she made it seem like she was his caretaker was almost too much to stay silent over. It felt like his pride was dwindling as the guard bore down on him with a makeshift of pity and disgust.

Regardless he followed after her, giving the guard a small sneer as they entered the thick bile-like smell of Megaton. 'This place smells worse than me...'

"Come on hot-cakes, put on that winning smile for me." She mocked him, seeing the disgusted look on his face no doubt. He just gave her that look instead of giving it to the countless eye-sores around them. She didn't seem all that perturbed though, just gave him a toothy smile and continued up and around a couple ramps. It almost seemed that, as they walked to what ever destinated she was directing them to, that she actually enjoyed the stares they got from the residents - especially the one from some bald red-faced cocksucker. He immediatly disliked the man more than the rest. The man looked like an ex-raider...one that maybe enjoyed raping more than killing. The guy had his mouth open like a dead fish, looking back from the girl to him with an incredulous look. The man was giving him an easy place to stick his shotgun if the moment presented itself, that was for sure.

Soon, they passed him and suddently the girl was shoulder to shoulder; more like shoulder to elbow in her case. Then with the bald ass still looking, he was sure, he felt a slight friction against his rear. She grabbed at his ass as they walked up a especially unstable ramp. He tensed and she just squeezed a little harder until he jerked back from her. 'Really? Does she need me to stick her one with him watching too?' He growled but she lingered against him as if it was some game they always played. An amused sound came out of her throat as she glanced over her shoulder for a second longer than was necessary. 'The bitch..' He figured 'baldy' was thinkin' the same thing.

She was either using him, or was proud in a very, very fucked up way - or perhaps the ass had given her trouble before and this was a good way to get him off her back - or...a good way to get the ass to make a scene later. The earlier made more sense...

She, if anything, was the type of girl to stir up unnecessary trouble. She also showed a pattern of getting him riled up for her own amusement and...pleasure. It was a bad habit, fucking around with her after she'd been the one to get him agitated. It was like rewarding her for her bad behavior. She needed a dick; his dick shoved in her mouth again...though he remembered her liking that more than he thought she would..

Instead of grabbing his wrist like he saw her attempt to do at first, she meerly stopped and motioned him after her into a particulary familiar establishment. She held the door open, staring back at him. He just stopped. The sign hung above the door like he remembered. Suddenly a wave of discomfort, humiliation and pain flooded back at him. Why, for all that was solid and sure in the wastes, would she bring him to this fucking bar.

'This fucking bar!'

She looked up at him with an arched brow and a turned down mouth. He knew she wasn't stupid, in fact maybe too smart. She knew he wasn't feeling right, and maybe that was why she put on a soft smile and did her best to pretend nice so he'd follow behind her without hassle.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

"Yeah..", he grated it out menicingly. She looked like she liked it too. 'Weird girl..'

So with a lingering grumble, and some light fingers on his wrist he followed her into the bright lights of the saloon - ready to exact his revenge.

So, it has been awhile since I've updated this. Got a few reviews wanting this to continue and who am I to deny? Plus I really did enjoy writing this one. Sorry if it isn't flowing right, I'll get the hand of it after awhile. I've got a direction I'm ready to take with this story and it might go on for awhile. I definetly want to drag Charon along with the vaultie to save Vault 101 and deal with some Butch competition and a few other fun scenarios.

(If anyone has any other ideas for this, sling them my way. The dynamic between the both of these guys is fun to try and pull off.)