Thanks to Ninth Lady and XxChesireGrinxX for the reviews. Not to long after the last one heres the next chapter, enjoy.
The cold air conditioning wafted over her even in the main room. The prominent skull above the double doors caused her to involuntarily step forward. It never ceased to look foreboding, and instead of filling her with excitement like before, it left her nervous. Charon was behind those doors, or so she hoped, if her info was right. The thought of him not being here made her even more uneasy then she previously was. She pushed the thought out of her mind quickly, before she really got distraught. Out in the wasteland anything could happen, a couple of weeks apart meant the more chances they had to get killed. Or worse..
Her eyes shifted to the door knobs. They seemed to stare back at her. With a low exhale she grabbed it and turned it.
It felt strange stepping into Underworld. The smell became more powerful and in return she had to catch her breath a moment. With a loud thud the door slammed behind her, the whole place was quiet. Empty. She lifted her brow in confusion and then glanced at the clock on her Pipboy.
3:45 a.m.
She scoffed and placed her hands on her hips, giving the area a once over. It sure hadn't change. Of course.. why would it? The only place she could think to try first was the Ninth Circle. So with a light step she sauntered up the left stairwell and stood in front of the pane glass doors. Again she couldn't suppress the discomfort she felt in her chest. The anticipation was killing her. The expression rang true.
"Clam down.." she whispered to herself before cracking the door open and slowly opening it enough to fit her body through. Immediately her head turned from side to side, examining the bar. For a moment her breath caught, a ghoul was hunched over the bar! but not her ghoul... She was going to leave but the drunk turned his head around, almost like an owl, staring at her in his haze.
"Smooooth.......skinn....?" he drawled out, she knew he must recognize her, she was after all the only smoothskin she knew of to frequent Underworld. She smiled small like, and stepped into the bar fully, closing the door softly behind her.
"Think you could pour me a glass?" she managed to sound quit herself, as she made her way to the bar. She sat down on the stool besides the ghoul. He must have known if Charon was around or not. Not like you could miss him anyways. She smiled at the thought of him and took the half full glass of vodka the ghoul handed her. He groused drunkenly and stared at her.
She was used to it by now, the way they stared, and did not take offense, instead she downed half the liquor and then glanced at him. He wasn't trying to hide his eye fucking, that was for sure...she again shook off the animosity. Deciding she wouldn't dance around her question any longer she began to speak.
"Has Charon been here.. at all?" she finished her question by also finishing off the vodka. It burned her throat dandily. "You know,..the one who shot 'whats his face'." She gestured to the spot the bastard had fallen.
"Yeahh...bastard brooke what...what'ss left of my nose." he slurred and pointed to the swollen area where the beginning bone of his nose was dented. If she was being honest, it didn't look much different then how she would have guessed his face looked before. Though it must have still hurt like a bitch.
"Oh.. sorry.." she knew she should have truly felt sorry for him, but if she was being honest, again, she couldn't help but like the violent side of Charon and hearing about this made her feel faintly aroused. Only faintly, she reassured herself.
She was about to repeat her question again but he spoke up, "Your..tha smooothskin, his smothskin...riight?" she felt her face warm up.
Again she was about to speak, "Tha onne hes been mo..mopi-in' about this WHOH-LE damn..time.." with a sly grin he rolled his eyes up and down her body again in a very slimy way, "though..I can see why...heh"
"Where is he?" her voice rose but she remembered not to shout. It was after all, the wee hours of the morning. She gave him an icy look and he seemed to back off. He poured himself more liquor and gave her a top off as well. She glanced at the drink and him as patiently as she could.
"Think hess beeen sleeeping in Withrope's room,.....well his..old room now." the ghoul smirked and rocked his shoulders as if he was laughing, but he didn't make any noise. She frowned at his manner, but in the end she had gotten her answer. With that thought she finally smiled and held up her glass to the ghoul. He gave her a weird eye and then gave her glass a clank with his own, both throwing the liquor down their throats. He made a smacking noise and began to speak, all that came out was some slurred noises and an inaudible word before his head hit the bar with a 'thud'.
She looked at the sight unaffected, it was expected she assumed, though she too was beginning to feel drunk. She had not drank in awhile and the two double shots of vodka were having there intended effect. Her vision began to blur as she scooted from the bar. She fished out about 20 caps from her pocket and placed them neatly on the counter, pulling the ghouls hand over them like a tent. With a inhale and a light slap to the face she headed out of the Ninth Circle. She had a ghoul to greet.
Without fail however she managed to wake up half of Underworld trying to find which room Charon slept in. A few apologies later, one grumpy ghoul managed to pointed her to the right room. Or so she hoped. The door was ajar and without opening it she knew that he was there. She could smell the familiar leather armor he wore and that earthy scent. Like dirt, but not in a disgusting way, at least not to her.
She lingered in that spot for a few moments, listening to the faint snores he made. He was asleep...for a moment she didn't know what to expect. Slowly she pushed the door open with her index finger, it creaked on its hinges but didn't seem to stir the ghoul. He was getting too comfortable, she smiled. Normally he would be up in an instant as the slightest sound. On the right side of the room there he was, his back to her, the only light in the room was the purple glow of a nuka cola quantum. The cola sat on a desk opposite the bed, making the room look unreal.
As her eyes adjusted to the room she shut the door behind her, clicking it shut as quietly as she could.
She saw him move, his head rolled on the mattress as he positioned himself on his back. She froze as his eyes began to open. The soft light coming in from the pane glass of the door turned her into a silhouetted before him. He noticed her shape out of the corner of his eyes. He turned his stare to her, not seeing much, but enough to know it was her. He frowned.
"unngg.." he touched his forehead, "not again..." he made a pained groaned and shut his eyes.
He had been dreaming of her too much lately, now he was hallucinating too? Charon squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will his mind back to reality. The booze still in his system only made him more incoherent and muddled. This would have been the second time he had thought she'd come back. The first time it was actually a female ghoul. He would have felt bad for almost mistaking his smoothskin for a ghoul, but with how intoxicated he was it was no wonder. He wasn't that drunk though, not now anyways. Besides, now he saw what looked more like his smoothskin in front of the door.
She stared at him. For a moment she was put off by his lack of excitement, or any emotion that would show her he was happy to see her, then it clicked. He didn't think she was 'really' there. Maybe he thought he was dreaming. She was a dream..she smiled coyly and put her hands behind her.
"Chaarroooon..." she whispered his name in a sing-song voice and pushed herself off the door that she hadn't realized she'd been leaning against. It didn't take more then two or three steps before she was by his bedside. His eyes lifted in a strange stupor. He was drunk, she knew now.
The bed creaked as she placed her knee by his hip. She smiled as she leaned over him, placing her other knee on the opposite side, now straddling him. Instantly the ghouls hands found her thighs, running his hand up them to grasp her hips. She felt real, but he had been fooled before.
"This is unfair.... but I don't care..." his voice made her chest tighten, he sounded so hurt. Like he had given up, like he...
He still thought this was all a dream. She bit her lip, touching one hand that squeezed her hip. Softly she caught some of his touch flesh between two fingers.
"Do I need to pinch you?" she smiled in the darkness, he still had his eyes shut tight, as if he was willing her away, or maybe the other way around. It took a few seconds before his eyes opened. She saw it, the realization in his eyes. She was real. His hands tightened, almost painfully as he looked her up and down. His eyes raked her, seeing her probably better then she could see him at that moment. She heard him stifle a strange choke.
She was here, he couldn't believe it. He hurriedly ran his hands up her waist, past her ribs, across her breasts, up her neck, he touched her hair, tugging. He moaned, he could smell her, all of her. With such force her yanked her by her neck to him. He stopped inches from her lips, inhaling her scent. She emitted a startled gasp, blowing war air on his face. Delicatly he pulled her mouth to his, soft. He never liked being soft before, but now, now she was here. He didn't mind it, not one bit.
When he felt her hands on his chest however, he couldn't help but turn the sweet kiss hungry. It felt longer these past weeks, then all the time he went without her before. Her hands went to his face and the top of his skull. It was only until he felt wetness leaking onto his cheeks that he pulled her back. She was dripping tears on him. She was crying..for him?
His eyes searched her own, they were shiny with wetness and when she blinked fresh tears fell. He felt a strange stinging in his own eyes but he didn't cry.
"I'm s..sorry..." she sniffled as he held her face in his hands. "I..know you d..dont like crying." she sniffed again and gave him a sweet sweet smile.
Oh god, Charon felt his body heat up, her body felt wonderfully heavy on his. He let his hands fall slowly down her arms to touch her thighs again, rubbing the muscles under her pants. He began to speak, helplessly.
"I couldn't function..not knowing where you were. I mis-..." he tried to speak but her face was glowing in the purple hue and the soft glow from the glass door made him forget where he was. She looked back at him, taking what he was trying to say to heart. He was in bed, with her. So why was he just staring at her.
"I know,...you can..j..just show me how much you missed me.." she spoke more clearly now, the sound of tears no longer in her voice. "..you don't need to say anything."
He gulped, and she heard it. This moment had been in both their minds for some time and nothing stood in between them now. Even though he wanted to ask her what had happened, where she went, how she found him, but not tonight. Tonight he didn't plan on saying much more. He planned on 'doing'. Everything was quiet and the air was cool, they were all alone.
Except,...for a curious ghoul who stood hunched outside of the room, near the locked door, listening intently.
Sure you know what the next chapter will entail..