Summary: Beckett's bar is a whopping hit with the locals, travellers and the settlers at Foundation, but with so much work piled up and wanting to support both himself and Meredith, they haven't had a chance to have some quality and intimate time together. A decision to sneak off for a quick moment from his work to see Meredith turns into a hot and steamy session in the garage.
Several weeks into his new gig at the bar a short walk down the hill from Foundation and business was booming – Beckett's Bar was a hit, so much so that he had to source multiple suppliers just to keep up with demand! Beckett was making caps hand over fist and the best part of all was being able to see and talk to Meredith while he was at work…that was, when she was around. Lately as the bar had been getting busier and as a consequence, louder, Meredith had taken to working in her newly built garage in the back of the house, away from all the ruckus and crowds that had gathered on her porch during the days and nights when Beckett was serving drinks. This was already the second week he'd not seen her during most of the day and he was missing her to the point where it was becoming painful.
"Mere, hey Mere…?" Beckett called out to her behind his bar in the hopes she was inside the house and would come out to say hello to him, while opening up two more bottles of Pickaxe Pilsner with his already sore hands for awaiting customers, ducking underneath in search of the bottle cap opener that went missing since early morning. It wasn't until Ward walked up to the bar that Beckett's head stopped turning every which way in his frantic search, "Hey there Ward, you're early today. The usual I assume?"
"Sure, a cold one if you got any left", Ward nodded, examining the large crowd of people that had gathered.
"Ah yep…yep, got a few more in the back of the fridge here", Beckett groaned as he bent down and rummaged through the bottles to grab Ward his drink, "One ice cold NukaCola, coming right up".
"Thanks. The place looks busier than usual", Ward dropped 15 caps on the bar's highly polished metal surface and accepted his drink.
"Yeah, seems the word about the bar's spread throughout Appalachia", Beckett added, flashing his signature grin, "Hey, Ward…could you do me a favour and watch the bar for a moment? I gotta go in the back to check on Meredith".
"Sure thing", Ward replied, taking a seat next to the bar to watch over Beckett's things while he went to find Meredith. There was no sign of her in the living room nor the bedroom upstairs, so he made his way through the house to the back and heard the familiar sounds of metal clanging and the grinder's high pitched whine as it cut through metal.
'Of course she's in the garage…again', he mused, wondering what on Earth she could be doing this late in the afternoon.
"Mere…babe?" he called from the doorway but the noise was too loud for her to hear him above the repair work she was carrying out on a piece of metal chest armour. It didn't help him that she had her ear protection on either, so he slowly approached to her side so as not to startle her.
"Hey!" Meredith yelled back as she noticed Beckett appear in her peripheral vision, comically unaware of how loud her voice was, "Everything okay?!"
"Yeah!" Becket yelled back, unable to stop himself from chuckling.
Meredith stopped her work and switch off her tools at the socket before removing her heavy duty leather gloves and over ear protection, giving her head a little shake to get rid of some of the dust and fine metal powder she was covered in, "Sorry, I had to get this repaired for one of the guards at Foundation", she added, leaning on one leg and placing her hands on her hips as she examined her work.
"Ah, I see. Looks good Boss!" Beckett replied with an enthusiastic tone to his voice, moving behind her and threading his muscular arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him so he could nuzzle her neck and give her a little nibble on her ear like he knew she liked. With the bar being so busy during the days and nights, they didn't get to spend nearly as much quality time together. Beckett felt like a tension was building between him and Meredith, one of wants, needs and desires that could only be quelled one way, and in that moment with his arms around her, a mischievous thought crossed his mind…
"Beckett!" Meredith protested playfully when she felt him give a playful suck on her neck and his hands wander up to massage her breasts, "I'm covered in dust and grime!"
"Mmm I don't care baby, I'd happily have you…filth and all", he murmured in a seductively low and rough voice, his jeans beginning to feel tight around his groin.
"I love you Beckett but… you're incorrigible!", she replied with a wide grin and reciprocated his advances by lightly pushing her derriere back into him, feeling a familiar pressure beginning to press on her lower back.
"Well, I know what "I love you" means…the other word, not so much. I'll just assume you're telling me that you're okay with what I'm about to do to you", he added and with one move turned her around to face him then quickly picked her up off her feet and sat her on the clear table top next to her working area, relishing in hearing her laugh and playfully object at his advances. Luckily he knew just what to do to get her to stop wiggling; pulling her shirt up to reveal her chest and while keeping one arm around her waist to help her keep her balance, he leaned down and took one of her perky breasts in his mouth, running his tongue around her nipple until he felt it turn hard. Meredith was immediately placated, rolling her head slightly back and running her skilful fingers through his thick hair as her chest heaved with every sigh and quiet moan.
"Beckett… stop, stop… who's looking after the bar?"
"Ward", Beckett replied straight away, carrying on with his task of sucking and licking on her nipples.
"But they'll…everyone'll be able to hear-"
"I don't care if they hear us", he rose back up to meet her gaze and the hand that was around her waist ran up to the back of her head so he could grab her hair and gently pull her head back to expose her long neck to him to breathe in her scent and adorn her skin with kisses, "I've missed you like crazy and all I've been thinking about today was how much I wanna have you".
He drew closer pressing himself between her legs and she let out a small whimper as she felt his hard cock struggling to be set free inside his trousers.
"Oh…wow", her eyes widened in surprise, her eyes fixating on his, "How did-"
"I told you, I've been thinking about this, about you all day", he breathed, his lips trailing to the side of her neck and up to her ear, "Just say the word and I'm yours".
Meredith bit her lower lip, a carnal desire burning within her as she mulled over his proposal, making him work a little harder for it.
"Hmmm… Only if you do the thing I like", she grinned seductively, and Beckett didn't need to be told twice. He pulled off her boots and trousers, tossing them to the side in the heat of the moment, unzipped his jeans and let out a little sigh of relief as he felt the pressure on his groin ease. Meredith turned her hips to the side and positioned her right leg between his while Beckett hooked her left leg over his left elbow. Unsheathing his already engorged cock out of his boxers and pulling Meredith's underwear to the side he knew exactly what she wanted. Taking hold of his hard member in his free hand, he trailed the head over her sex and stimulated sweet subdued moaning from her that felt like honey to his soul. He was feeling for that familiar warm slick that he craved; he found it when her lips parted with some sweet coaxing as he rubbed himself on her and Beckett sensed the head find her warm opening and, with an involuntary twitch on his part, enter her.
Beckett froze, feeling his body stiffen as his desire and his mind were fighting with each other – one part of him wanted to go in all the way, again and again, feeling the depths of her flutter around his cock until he achieved sweet release…but another less selfish part wanted to do what she'd asked – tease her until she told him he could come in. After a moment considering his options, his mind regained control over his desires and he pulled back out but in that moment Meredith grabbed hold of his arm, an urgent look in her eyes.
"No, don't stop", she gazed at him with pleading eyes; who was he to argue with a request like that?
Leaning over her sprawled underneath his body, he placed a hand on the nape of her neck focusing her gaze on him; he wanted to see every expression of pleasure in her eyes, her face, her mouth as he entered her freely.
Meredith sucked in a breath as he slowly pushed himself inside, stretching her tight walls until he reached the base and could go no further.
"Baby you feel so good", he moaned between kisses, his cock still sheathed deep inside her, "I just…Oh God…I wanna fuck you right into this table".
Her eyes fluttered open and she craned her head to kiss him passionately, nipping at his lower lip, "Do it".
The response caught him off guard as he'd never heard her express an interest in being rough during their intimate moments together; for that fact, he caught himself feeling unsure about being that forceful with her. Although Beckett knew his limits, he didn't want to hurt the woman he loved and cared deeply about.
"You sure?" his uncertain gaze focused on hers, not wanting to do something she didn't like or wouldn't approve of; to his surprise she not only nodded in agreement.
"Fuck me like you mean it", and those words were enough for him.
"Alright darlin', but I can't promise I'll be gentle", he answered in a low rumbling voice. A little whimper of anticipation escaped her lips as his hands roughly grabbed her hips and pulled her over the edge of the table, angling her slightly up so he could hit her sweet spot. With both arms holding her into position, Beckett let his passion loose in full force for the first time, his hips thrusting hard and fast into Meredith who arched her spine back as she held onto the edge of the table top. The table groaned and creaked with every thrust, a protest of their activity which it wasn't built to withstand, but neither he nor Meredith were in a position to care; the carnal desires of the flesh needed to be fulfilled until they were both satisfied.
Heart beating fast in his throat and panting as if he were running at full pelt, Beckett could feel himself nearing his destination when Meredith brought a hand down between her legs and began drawing circles around her clit that in turn made her walls flutter around his cock. Just watching her playing with herself while he drove himself into her again and again made his knees feel weak with pleasure; he had to distract himself by burying his face in the crook of her neck. Pressing his trembling lips to her neck, he sucked hard and felt Meredith's breath shudder, a loud moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck baby, I'm losing my mind", he managed to gasp before the final thrusts that sent him over the edge. His body stiffened and his grasp around her hips tightened as the familiar explosive warmth spread from the tip of his cock throughout his body in waves; Beckett found himself unconsciously gently biting into Meredith's neck to stop himself from vocalising his bliss. His deep thrusts eased to gentler and shorter strokes
As the sensations began to ease and the haze of carnal delight cleared from his mind, he propped himself up on shaky arms to check on Meredith.
"Baby…you alright?" he asked, blinking the bliss away.
"Uh huh", Meredith murmured in a voice that was higher pitched than normal between deep breaths, her breathing quickening to a fever pitch. It wasn't until she had reached her peak that Beckett realised she was cumming, her back arching and trembling thighs opening as wide as they would go. Grabbing a handful of her right breast he massaged it while sucking on her nipple to help her along. It must have been a powerful sensation because he felt her walls press hard enough to push him out. A minute later she was back down to Earth again with him, eyelids heavy with sleepy delight as they both chuckled and held each other.
"Man oh man, I'm one lucky guy", Beckett mused out loud, stroking the side of her face.
"Damn right you are", Meredith answered in kind, making him chuckle and bow his head on her bosom.
With the flames of their desires sated for the time being, they got dressed and composed themselves as though nothing untoward or X-rated had just happened in her garage; after all, they didn't want to give the patrons the wrong idea about what kind of establishment Beckett was running.
"Anything I can get you to drink from the bar babe?" Beckett asked once they were both decent.
Meredith's brow furrowed slightly as she considered his offer, "Hmm… No, I think I'll come by the bar in a bit. There's this cute bartender that I've had my eyes on for a while".
"That so?" Beckett asked in a tone that feigned naivety, "He must be something else to catch your eye".
Meredith grinned widely and gave him a suggestive wink.
"Well… I'll go let him know you're coming", he winked back at her, feeling his chest puff up a little with the flirting between them before he left her to finish her work.
When Beckett got back to his bar, he was surprised to see that more people had gathered than before he left to check up on Meredith, and Ward was desperately scrambling to serve everyone their drinks. He quickly moved through the crowd to replace Ward, who heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he saw him approach.
"Wow, Holy…where'd all these people come from?!" Beckett asked out loud more to himself than anyone else.
"No idea, but they came all at once not long ago", Ward replied as he moved aside to stand beside Beckett, watching the crowd of settlers, travelling merchants, and two caravans worth of people with their guards milling about the front porch waiting to order their drinks.
"How's Meredith doing?" Ward asked him out of the blue, making Beckett instantly feel a sense of discomfiture.
"Uh…Fine…she's doing fine", Beckett answered while handing out cold drinks and taking in caps.
"Dunno if you've heard, but there's going to be a gathering at the end of the week at Foundation", Ward added just as Beckett was finishing up serving his customers, "Thought you and Meredith might wanna come by and catch up with everyone".
"Uh… I…I don't know Ward…", Beckett stammered, scratching an imaginary itch on the back of his head. The truth was he felt uncomfortable whenever he went into Foundation; sometimes it seemed as though all the eyes of the settlers were on him, judging him silently for his past… But he wasn't going to let Ward know that. "I'm expecting some deliveries end of the week and, given how busy it's been around here, going to have to take a detailed inventory of things. Y'know…gotta make sure there's enough to keep coming".
"Alright. If you do change your mind, it would be nice to see you both at Foundation. I imagine Meredith would look forward to a little change in pace", Ward added, sipping on his NukaCola.
"Erm, I guess", Beckett raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Hey, uh… What uh… What kind of gathering will it be?"
"The younger residents have taken to calling it a 'Thanksgiving party'", Ward chuckled in his gruff voice, "It was their idea to bring back a few old traditions from before the War".
"A party? Well…that's uh… Sounds like it'll be fun", Beckett replied, trying to sound enthusiastic even though he never liked social gatherings.
"We've been having them for the past three years or so and every year it seems to be more lively and entertaining", Ward nodded, "I'll admit… I'm not much for socialising, especially in the beginning when people didn't know about my past, but… It's grown on me. And from what I've seen it's a good way for couples to spend more quality time together", he answered, knowing that would get Beckett's attention. Since coming to Foundation, Beckett secretly relied on Ward's advice and guidance not just about life in Foundation and the people living there but on a variety of topics, including a thing called 'dating' that Ward was more than happy to share his piles of magazines and reading material on. Even though Meredith did her best to show him what being in a relationship is like, Beckett would have been lost at sea when it came to the relationship if it wasn't for some of Ward's words of advice and paper research.
"Really?" Beckett asked curiously, beginning to mull the option through his mind, "Well… I'll uh… I'll ask Meredith and get back to you on that".
Ward nodded and decided that, as he had finished his drink a while ago and fulfilled Beckett's favour by looking after the bar, he would take his leave, giving Beckett a friendly pat on the back as he walked back to Foundation.
As the day progressed and he was beginning to run out of drinks to serve his customers, Beckett decided to call it a day a bit earlier than usual. Though he didn't like to turn his customers away, there was one woman he wanted to spend more time with…and he wanted her to have the bar all to herself.