[Explicit Content Warning]:
This work contains explicit sexual content.
Once the grandiose fireworks display came to a close, Hancock turned to face Nick and Jill, his expression solemn. Stepping up to the two, he draped his arms over their shoulders, stepping between them. Before he found his voice again, he glanced back and forth between the two of them, forcing a half-smile. His eyes were misted over, suggesting the Ghoul had shed tears of grief for every last one of the deaths that had occurred under his watch.
"I can't thank you guys enough." The Mayor addressed them gravely. "You had no reason to risk your necks for this town – for all us outcasts. I wish there were more people like you two in this fucked up world...people like you could fix it."
"Think nothing of it, Hancock." Jill offered him a comforting pat on the back. "That's what friends are for, and also what the Minutemen are for. We have supply lines set up in settlements all across the Commonwealth. If you want to make a formal alliance with us, I can work Goodneighbor into those routes. It'll improve your economy over time, you'd officially have Minutemen protection, and everyone here will be better off."
"The Minutemen would do that for us?" Hancock stared at her incredulously, his mouth slightly agape.
"Absolutely. Our biggest goal is bringing the people of the Commonwealth together." The General smiled sincerely, leaving the Ghoul speechless.
"They really did come back from the dead, Hancock." Nick reassured the Mayor, giving him a crooked grin. "Gotta say, I'm honored to have joined them, myself."
"You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you...thank you..." He hung his head, his voice trailing off. The Vault Dweller and Synth both held onto him in an attempt to ease his grief. Lifting his head, he beamed at them, much to their surprise. He'd shed another few tears, but must have decided to save them for the burials at dawn. "I'm honored. And I'm real happy to call you my friends."
"We're happy to be your friends, too." Jill returned his bright smile, flashing her white teeth – she went out of her way to scavenge unused toothbrushes and bottles of toothpaste. Nick remembered her explaining that she feels disgusting unless her teeth are clean.
The detective nodded in agreement. "We really are."
Goodneighbor's 4th of July celebration went well into the night. More than half of the residents and drifters were either drunk or high, and the Third Rail was packed. Magnolia's stage was crowded by bar patrons that swooned over her. She paid just enough attention to them throughout her performance to keep them wanting more. Hancock took a seat at the bar again with Nick and Jill for a time, but around one o'clock, the trio retired to Hancock's place with Fahrenheit, and the little blonde woman from earlier on in the day. The General plopped down on a couch with Nick, resting her head in his lap. While at the bar, she drank a little more than she intended to. Her gaze was cast up at her lover. She smiled at him, reaching up every now and again to brush his cheek with her fingers. When he looked down at her, he couldn't help but grin sheepishly. Running his metal fingers through her hair, he sighed quietly.
"I hear ya." Hancock muttered, taking a swig from a bottle of whiskey. His arm was around the blonde, who was curled up into his side on the couch. Fahrenheit made a sound that was something akin to one of agreement. When the Mayor adjusted his position to sit up straight, he smirked at the detective. "Well, guys, I think we should call it for the night."
"What? Mayor Hancock is leaving the party early? I'm shocked!" Jill teased, earning a chuckle from Nick.
"Haha, no, smartass." The Ghoul stuck his tongue out at her. He then wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm gonna have some fun. And if I'm not mistaken, so are you." The General's eyes widened, her face flushing a light pink. The Mayor laughed as she stared down the detective. Sometimes, Hancock really made Nick want to curl up in a hole and stay there.
"You're such an ass." The old Synth grumbled, shooting the Ghoul a sharp glare.
"Thank you, thank you. It's one of my specialties." Hancock lit a cigarette, closing his eyes and sighing softly. "In all seriousness, though...I hate to kick you out, but I've been needing a little somethin' all day."
"Understood. Goodnight, guys." Without warning, Jill sprang to her feet, taking Nick's hand and dragging him out into the hall before he had a chance to protest. He remained silent as she pulled him along, taking him back up the creaking stairs to the spare room they were borrowing. Once they were finally locked inside, and away from any prying ears, Jill turned to look at the detective. Her expression was unreadable to him. "Did you two have a sex talk or something?"
"I, uh...well..." Nick froze, afraid that he may have upset her. "Sort of."
"Oh..." The young woman laughed quietly, much to the Synth's surprise. He watched her inquisitively as she closed the distance between them. Placing her hands on his chest, she leaned into him, pouting a little. "Were you sharing a client's sensitive information, Mr. Valentine?"
"I suppose you'll have to decide that for yourself, Miss Jill." Nick raised an eyebrow, offering her a charming grin.
"Then tell me, Detective..." She drew circles on his chest with her finger, still giving him that pouty look he found so irresistible. "What did you talk about?"
"Well, I can't talk too much about her, but there's this crazy dame, ya see..." He placed his hands on her hips, smiling seductively. "She's a regular bombshell; raven hair, electrifying eyes, all knockout curves, and legs for hours. I knew she was trouble the moment I saw her standing at my prison gate. She had a look about her that screamed 'brash and impulsive,' but I couldn't take my eyes off of her."
"Oh, Mr. Valentine..." Jill swooned, pressing herself harder up against him, pulling him in by his shirt. "Tell me more, you handsome devil. What else?"
"Next thing I know, Hancock reveals that he knows of my attraction to that gal." He paused, chuckling quietly. "Apparently, it's obvious."
"Is that so, Detective? You've always hid your emotions so well." Jill began to rub his chest sensually, occasionally glancing up to meet his eyes.
"Normally, I can. But when that dame came into my life, everything got turned upside down.'' He kissed her softly, feeling a new tingling sensation in his lower half. "Crazy as she is, she's the kind of beacon of hope I've always wished to see in the Commonwealth. She's taught me a lot, and I can't get her out of my head. I'm in love."
"And I'm in love with you, Nicky..." At that, Jill pressed her lips eagerly to the detective's. She moaned quietly, sighing softly as her hands moved to explore his back. Her breathing became labored as she kissed him feverishly, as did his. He backed her up until she fell onto the bed, letting herself be conquered by him. Her lips collided with his several times before locking with them, her nails dragging down his back, causing a tremor in his breathing. The old Synth pulled back, sitting up on his knees in between her legs. He looked her up and down, a hypnotized smile spreading across his face. Placing his hands on her thighs, he rubbed them gently, noticing that the tingling he'd felt became more of a tightening sensation.
"Roll over, doll." He coaxed her onto her stomach, then removed her boots, dropping them to the floor. Leaning over her, he pressed his erection into her bottom, all the while kissing the back of her neck. She groaned in delight, shifting slightly to grind herself into his hips. The detective moaned quietly, shuddering as she did this. He sat up again, tugging down on her dress until he had her lying there in her lingerie.
"Eager, are we?" The General teased him, grabbing his wrist to place his hand on her ass. He gave it a soft squeeze before making her lie flat on the bed. Rolling up his sleeves, he straddled her hips, sitting on top of her. He was hard, and she could feel it as he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position. "Oh my, Nicky...I'll take that as a 'solid yes.'"
"Oh, yeah...but I'm gonna take my time with you." He wrapped a finger around her bra, giving it a gentle pull. "Let's get you out of this pesky thing, shall we?" The Synth unhooked the clasps holding the black lace together, then slid it down her arms, tossing it to the floor. He pressed his hands firmly to her back, beginning to rub small circles in her stiff muscles, eliciting a quiet, pleased moan from her. She stretched and squirmed under his touch, sighing softly. It both surprised and pleased Nick to see how quickly she melted for him. "Easy there, sugar...I've only just started."
"Again I say...you're too good to me, Mr. Valentine." Jill shivered as the detective pushed his palms into her lower back, rubbing hard to ease her tension. "Oh fuck, Nick..." She shuddered, letting out a heavy sigh. His hands wandered up to her shoulders as he leaned over her. He kneaded her shoulders and upper back for a time, teasing her by pressing his erection into her rear again. She responded by mewling his name, and trying to move under his weight. The Synth stopped massaging her, only to lean further forward and turn her head up to look at him. He kissed her hungrily, growling quietly as he did.
"Mm...Jill..." Nick purred, his lips still dangerously close to hers. Sliding his arms around her torso, he leaned back, pulling her up with him until she was sitting in his lap, her back facing him. He kissed the side of her neck, keeping her firmly against him while he fondled her plump breasts, teasing her taut nipples. She sighed blissfully, biting her bottom lip and moaning quietly. Reaching back, she knocked his hat off, holding his face to her neck. The detective chuckled quietly, giving her neck a small nip as he slid his left hand down to her panties. His fingers slipped past the lace barrier, and he was surprised at what he felt. "My god, you're...you're so...wet..."
"Baby, you really don't know what you do to me, do you?" The General turned her head to look at him, her face flushed a deep red, and her eyes glazed over.
"I could say the same to you." Locking eyes with her, the old Synth shifted his hips, reminding her of his new appendage. The young woman bit her lip, stifling a needful groan. His metal hand continued to toy with her breasts as he kissed her deeply. He slipped his tongue past her lips, finding hers and massaging it gently while he slowly pushed his fingers down to explore her wetness. She shuddered, moaning louder for him, and following the haphazard rhythm of his tongue. He'd found her bundle of nerves, beginning to rub small, gentle circles into it, making her quiver. She huffed, beginning to overpower his tongue with her own. Nick relished the sounds of her quickened breathing and smothered moans, loving the fact that they were his doing.
Suddenly, the old Synth felt compelled to get her to face him. He ended their kiss abruptly, removing his hand from her panties. Grabbing hold of her waist, he coaxed her into turning around in his lap. Their lips met again the instant Jill was in place. She pulled his suspenders down, then got to work on unbuttoning his shirt. Once more, she rubbed his chest with slow, sensual movements. She traced the lines of his plating gently, causing the detective to shiver and sigh. He broke the kiss, but only to take one of her nipples in his mouth. The General's breath hitched as he began to swivel his tongue around it. She gripped the back of his head, tilting hers back in delight, and releasing a stuttered moan.
"F-fuck...Nick..." Jill breathed, holding Nick's face with both hands, making him look at her. "Please..." She was begging him for release. Before she had time to think, she found herself on her back, being pinned down by the handsome Synth. His fingers curled around her panties, guiding them down her legs before dropping them to the floor as well. She removed her Pip-Boy, leaving it an arm's length away. Now, she laid naked before him, and he decided it was time to level the playing field. He dropped his shoes and slacks next to the bed, then spread his lover's legs, leaning over her with a seductive smirk. She watched him in anticipation, clearly eager for where this was going next.
"What was that?" Nick rubbed the inside of her thigh, his stiff member pushed up against her entrance. "Please what?" "I need you, Mr. Valentine. Please...make love to me." She moaned in surprise as he slowly pressed himself into her without warning. "Nick!"
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say those words." The Synth groaned longingly, utterly bewildered at this new sensation he was experiencing. He thrust gently at first, taking the time to just feel her tight warmth. Electricity shot up and down his spine, his mechanical brain jittering more than it ever had before. His head tilted back, his eyes rolling up into the back of it. With his hands on her hips, he guided her body, rocking her to his rhythm. "Oh, you must be my guardian angel..." He groaned, beginning to knock the bedframe into the wall ever so slightly. "I'm in Heaven with you..."
"N-Nick..." The young woman reached up, gripping his arms and pulling him down for a heated kiss. She moaned into it, wrapping her legs around his waist, and dragging her nails down his back. One hand hoisted him up, the other was tangled in her hair, keeping her lips in range of his at all times. He began to lose control to this strange pleasure, and his thrusts became rougher. Jill noticed right away, as she gasped sharply, her legs loosening their grip on his waist to allow him more free movement. Nick took this as an open invitation to change things up a little. He sat up straight, holding his lover's hips, and bucking his into her rhythmically. She responded well, reaching for his hands and holding them there as he continued. The sound of her pleasured moans and sighs soon filled the room, along with his own, and the creaking of the bed.
Nick's cock throbbed hard, causing him to gasp sharply. He gripped Jill's hips even tighter, pulling her down harder onto him with every thrust. Every moment that passed like this made it harder for him to keep from losing himself. He stared her down, eyes glazed over with lust, his breathing staggered. "I love you..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes snapped shut. He didn't know how much more he could take.
"I love you too, baby..." Jill grabbed at his thighs, making him look at her again. "Please, Nick..." Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and her voice sounded desperate. "Please, just fuck me!"
"As you wish." Nick let go of whatever little bit of self-control he had left. He slammed himself into her repeatedly, almost mercilessly. His jaw slacked as he threw his head back, groaning out loud. Jill held tightly to his thighs, her fingers digging into them as he pounded his hips into hers, drawing long, needful moans from her lips. She squirmed beneath him, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her breathing turned erratic, and she tossed her head to the side, her face a deep crimson. She was moving with him, meeting him pound for pound. The detective wasn't expecting what happened next. Jill's moans soon turned into harsh cries of ecstasy. She tightened her walls around his cock as her violent orgasm echoed throughout the room. His name escaped her lips countless times, and he felt a hot coil tightening in his lower abdomen, as well as a nearly numbing electricity in his brain. Soon after, he felt his own release. Searing waves of pleasure pulsed through his core, and the electricity dispersed in ripples down his body, leaving him shaking, his vision blurring as he cried out his lover's name in a fit of ecstasy and passion.
The old Synth fell forward with an exasperated huff, burying his face in her neck as he panted. Her arms made their way around his back, holding him to her. She kissed his cheek, careful to avoid his torn skin. He once told her that every now and again, his injuries would start causing him pain, and that they were sensitive to the touch. She always took great care when assisting him with tune-ups, much to his appreciation. He turned his nose into her hair, taking in its peculiar yet lovely hubflower scent. Jill was adamant about keeping her hair washed because of how greasy it was without it. She scavenged laundry detergent and dish soap for the task, adding refined hubflower oil to them to create the unique aroma. It also worked wonderfully as a body wash.
Nick felt himself coming back down to reality, and slid out of her, making her gasp and mewl. Reluctantly, she let go of him, allowing him to get off of her. He laid next to her, pulling her into him and holding her close. The young woman's breathing was mostly calm now, but the detective could still feel her heart racing in her chest as she laid up against him. He ran his fingers through her hair, closing his eyes and sighing softly. Before too long, Jill's rapid heartbeat slowed to a normal pulse, and eventually into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. For once, Nick decided to rest his eyes, going into a low power state. He was at peace – for now.