I felt like I slept forever.
Waking up felt like waking from a coma, I quite literately jerked upright. It was noisy outside, with chatter and that distinct sound of cutlery. My mind instantly locked in on the thought of an actual proper meal. Not two pounds of barely salted rat meat, not a bunch of roasted potatoes, or a big bowl of unseasoned rice like I lived off on the road. A meal.
Like an angel from the earth, she appeared again, holding in her hands two plates that smelled divine. She sat beside me on the bed, giving a sarcastic smile with her insincere apology.
"Sorry it's lunch food, you slept real late," she explained.
It looked to be some kind of pork chop that I'd guess was molerat, alongside a couple of baked buttered potatoes, and some cubed mixed veggies.
I took a bite.
It had salt!
I inhaled the food, trying to maintain just a shred of decorum as my host continued picking at her own meal. She delicately placed my plate under hers and set them both down on the nightstand the second I was done. Then she turned to face me.
She was dressed just as yesterday, just as flirty and blatant as yesterday too, even resting her hands on either side of me as she leaned on the bed.
"So you need to get going?" she pouted.
"I uh…I really should," I conceded awkwardly.
"You can't hang out just a little longer, make my lunch break a little more fun?"
Oh fuck, why not? I'd already slept with her once, what was doing it one more time the next morning? God Julia wouldn't ever need to visit Diamond city after I found her, right? There's no chance they'd ever meet. My cock sprang out, and I realized she'd been fiddling with my pants.
Without asking permission she did a little 'inhaling' of her own. Nearly down to the base she sucked me, rocking up and down with sloppy enthusiasm. One of the best of my life. Better than Julia. But oh God's above and below, what I wouldn't give for it to be her here doing this. The soft, delicate motions, that shy blush and those sinful sounds of pleasure she made.
It was always like she felt guilty almost.
This woman groaned noisily, vocal in her enjoyment. Deciding to be less of a bastard, I honed in on her face. I grabbed either side of it, tilting her for a better angle, blatant in what I was doing. An enthusiastic moan told me that she approved of the action. She was goddamn beautiful too, something about that shameless air about her, staring at her face was enough to make an already fantastic blowjob even better.
It was almost embarrassing how quick I came. She gave another noisy groan as I began bursting down her throat. Her tongue circled and swirled as I was coming down, and my cock was clean by the time she popped off of it.
"Now get off your ass and fuck me!" she spat playfully, turning around and wiggling her ass, lifting the dress to show her uncovered snatch.
"I…" I looked away, and in an instant, the air changed. She sat on my knee, seeming soft and concerned.
"What's wrong? Aren't you enjoying this hun?" she asked, with just a hint of fear.
"I'm married, I shouldn't be doing this,"
"Well I mean, your wife's not in Diamond City though," she half asked, half reminded me.
"It's still wrong,"
"Why?" she asked like it was a genuine question. "Your wife expects you to be faithful even when the wastelands between you two? That's some serious needy shit man," she added casually.
I blinked a few times at that proclamation.
"Is that just your opinion or is it the societal norm of this strange fucking place?" I asked, genuinely curious. "It kind of affects how I'd see a girl I…met in the last town over,"
She laughed at that.
"Yeah I bet, and yeah it's normal. I mean, you could die out there on the road, die on your way back, die before you find her, and especially for you hun," she emphasized. "Don't you want to leave something behind, at least one kid you know for sure is safe and sound? Your name made it through the end of the world, that outta mean something shouldn't it? Don't you think it should go on?"
At some point in the speal her tone had become comforting.
"And you wouldn't mind getting knocked up but some 'creepy stranger' you just met?"
"By a wastelander, walking a thousand miles through hell, risking his life to save his wife and daughter?" she gave me a short peck as her hand gently patted my chest. "Absolutely. Besides, the owners'll let me raise him here until they're old enough for school during the day,"
"There isn't some weird mutation that buffs fertility here is there? The way you and her talk about getting knocked up like it's probably already happened," I muttered. She chuckled, squeezing my shoulder as she replied.
"It's more of a just in case kind of thing," I laughed, remembering those exact words from Press. "So, you are cool with our kid having your last name right?"
I laughed again, a long, slow laugh at the repetition of events. It'd probably be fine, what are the odds she actually had a kid from a one-night stand? Why was I worrying so much when I'd probably be dead in a week?
Then I pulled her onto the bed, hunching over her like an animal in heat. Judging by the enthusiastic squeal she didn't mind. My arms wrapped around that clothed body, one hand coming up to squeeze her humble bosom while the other rested on her flat belly.
We rocked together with hurried, passionate motions. She made no effort to stay quiet as she groaned and called out her pleasure, neither did I, though mine were a bit quieter. My grunts and gasps were mostly unheard to any but the wonderful barmaid under me I'd wager.
As I approached my climax I thought about what she said. About leaving at least one kid behind. About names in legacies. I'm still not sure whether I really cared about these things on a rational level, but god the thought made my cock twitch inside her.
She screamed.
I came.
She sighed. It was the most utterly content, happy sigh I'd ever heard in my life.
Maybe this new world wasn't all bad.
