WARNING:

Contains a bit of bow-chika-wow-wow. ^_^

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It was a long trip back to the Galaxy News Radio building. Not long in the sense of distance or time, but in the way that it felt. Ever since the three of them had left the ghoul inhabited city of Underworld, Jericho's teeth had been on edge. Despite his warning, Charon had been following the kid a little too close for comfort. The girl didn't seem to notice, but she hardly noticed anything that was going on around her. Probably thought he was another wounded puppy like that idiot Gob and in need of a little sympathy.

Dumb kid.

When they had arrived at Three Dog's studio, he greeted them with a loud cheer and a toothy grin, "You did it. Boy, I knew I chose right when I asked you to help me out girl. You just played an important role in helping me fight the good fight."

"Yeah, yeah whoop-D-fuckin'-do!" Jericho spat, the man never had much patience and what little he did have was depleted by the mere presence of Cassie's new playmate, "Now where the hell's the kid's dad," The D.J. went to open his mouth only to be interrupted with, "And so help me, if you ask for another favor I'll kill you with a god damn bobby pin."

Three Dog just shook his head, still grinning like mad, "No, no more favors. You have done enough for me already. It'd only be fair to tell you where James went."

Cassie, beaming at the prospect of learning her father's location stepped up eagerly and asked, "C-could you please tell me? I," Her eyes began tearing up hopefully, "I really want to see him again."

"Now, now, hold the water works girl," He reached out a hand to comfort the girl but, after getting threatening looks from both Charon and Jericho, withdrew it, "He went south."

"South?" She repeated.

"South?" Jericho hissed, "You better start givin' us a hell of a lot more than just south before I spill your worthless guts all over the floor."

"Rivet City," He added coldly, "That good enough for you?"

The girl turned to look at her followers, "Is that far?"

"Girl, it's about as far south as you can go without losing my signal," Three Dog answered nodding towards his now functional equipment.

"I… I see," She brought up her pip-boy and examined the location of Rivet City, "That is pretty far…" Her voice was so low Jericho found he had to lean in to hear it.

"Tell you what girl," Three Dog offered an encouraging smile, "Why don't you and your pals stay here for the night? Help yourself to anything I've got and rest up!"

Cassie wiped her eyes and nodded, "We might as well… If," She turned and looked at Jericho and Charon, letting those baby-blue eyes of hers dig into their very souls, "it's alright with you guys."

Both men nodded and offered an unintelligible mumble of agreement, looking away from her.

"Great!" Three Dog cheered opening his arms wide in an inviting manner, "Help yourselves to whatever. I have booze. I have food. I have beds. Enjoy yourselves while you still can!"

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Three Dog had told them to do as they pleased and that is exactly what everyone did. After eating up all of his sugar bombs and snack cakes Cassie had gone off to bed, Charon had gone off to do god knows what, and Jericho had about four bottles of scotch.

And now he was working on his fifth.

As he slowly drank himself stupid he pondered his current situation. Not too long ago he had been contemplating suicide, an act he still fully intended to commit someday if the mood struck him. In fact he had even brought the teddy bear with him as a reminder, tucked safely away inside his pack right next to where he kept his ammo.

He kept thinking of that little girl's eyes, so empty and broken… without hope. They were so much like the kid's eyes that it frightened him. The only difference was she still had something human left in them and he sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone rip that away. He wanted her eyes to sparkle again, the way they did when she said…

He took another sip.

Damn it… he was lingering on that bullshit again. He knew the kid didn't mean a word by it. She was just being a stupid girl saying stupid things to a washed up old drunk. But with every sip of scotch he got to thinking about that night outside of his shack in that dump of a town, Megaton.

He should have taken her then. He should've just ripped her clothes apart and fucked her right there in the street. That way, at least, she would have been out of his system and he could have gone back to his daily routine of getting piss drunk in Moriarty's.

He took another sip.

Yeah. That would've been perfect. Tell the bitch to sit and spin and screw her until she got dizzy before tossing her ass out over the rail and knocking back a cold one. A master-fucking-plan.

He gulped down the rest of his scotch and angrily staggered into a standing position. That's what he was going to do. He was going to go and get that stupid little vault whore out of his system, whether she liked it or not. And god help him, he was going to make her like it.

Cassie lay stretched out on the filthy mattress Three Dog had provided for her to sleep on, her armor abandoned in the corner, leaving her in naught but her underclothes, "Oh well…" she sighed, "At least it's better than the bunk beds those Brotherhood guys use." She lifted her arm and let the faint blue light of the pip-boy fill her eyes. Rivet City seemed so far away. Deep down she knew that when she got there her father would have probably run off to some other dangerous and far off location. Why was she even going after him? As Jericho had pointed out countless times before, he had essentially abandoned her. She was sure he ran off to do something important but he couldn't have told her or even asked her to join him?

She felt tears threatening to surface and let her arm fall beside her, it'd probably be better if she didn't think about it.

"Kid, I gotta talk to you." She snapped up, startled by the familiar voice of Jericho.

"W-what is it, can't it wait until morning?" The girl asked wiping her eyes and making sure he hadn't caught her crying.

"No, it can't," The smell of liquor hit her like a ton of bricks as the drunken ex-raider stumbled towards her, "If I wait any longer I'm gonna fuckin' EXPLODE!" He shouted falling forward and catching himself on the edge of her bed.

"Jericho, what's the matter with you?" She snapped scooting herself further back on the bed until she was sitting against the wall, "You can't come in here drunk and yell at me because I'm not going to listen. So why don't you sleep off whatever it is you drank and-"

"Shut the fuck up," He growled crawling onto the bed on all fours and glaring into those god damn eyes of hers, "Every time you open your mouth it fuckin' kills."

Frightened, she hopped up from the bed and took a few steps back, "What are you talking about?"

"Damn brat," He picked himself up and tried his best not to teeter slightly, "Acting like you're so fucking innocent. I know damn… well…" Jericho grabbed the terrified vault girl and slammed her into the dirty brick wall, pressing his body up against hers. Her stomach seemed to be doing back flips, it was the same feeling she had gotten when he had her bent over in Moriarty's bar and again when he had assaulted her outside his shack.

"Please," She whined, she couldn't believe he was trying this again. Slowly, a rough hand traveled up her soft and delicate skin, underneath the thin layer of cloth, and forced her to gasp slightly as the pad of his thumb brushed over an already erect nipple, "D-Don't." She closed her eyes tight as he ground himself against her, her face turning a deep shade of red. Her body wasn't listening to her mental cries to resist and instead a small throbbing sensation was beginning to develop in her nethers. Jericho, taking in her reaction like a breath of fresh air, couldn't help but smile.

"You like this don't you?" He asked with a particularly high level of venom in his voice, "Being touched by someone like me. Is that what gets you hot?" The older man's other hand gripped the girl's supple ass firmly as he thrust himself against her, his growing erection straining through his armor. Cassie was biting down on her bottom lip in an attempt to force back a moan.

Her fragile blue eyes opened again to meet his hungry grey ones. Every time he exhaled she could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath, it was sickening. The tears she had fought to suppress earlier had found their way out and were streaming down her pale face. He brought his lips close to hers, not quite close enough to touch though. He wanted to tease her, to coax her into wanting to kiss him. She felt as his thumb slowly circled her nipple, palm squeezing the large orb as he leaned forward and kissed her neck. Now she could still feel his hard member against her. She found herself wanting to relieve the throbbing she felt, and wanting him inside her. But the girl was rubbing herself against him now, her breath hitching further as the fog inside her head clouded every last hint of her better judgment. Right now she didn't care that what he was doing was wrong. Her primal urges had taken over leaving her a mere shell of herself.

It were as if it were someone else. Jericho guided the now willing woman towards the bed and was on top of her in one fluid motion, tearing apart her underclothes and placing his warm, wet lips on one of her pale and sensitive nipples. This new sensation sent a shiver through the girl's body causing her to arch up into him as he licked and sucked at her tender flesh. Meanwhile, Jericho's hands were busy fumbling hurriedly with his own clothing as he frantically rushed to reveal himself.

He sat himself up, straddling the frail creature, as he pulled his armor off of his body bit by bit and abandoned it on the cold concrete floor. Cassie seemed to be in awe of him as her eyes drifted over his tan muscular body. There were small lighter colored scars mapping across his skin, like a history of his life out in the wasteland. There were bullet wounds, knife wounds, bite marks, some human, some not so much. She briefly wondered what kind of life he had as a raider before having her thoughts interrupted.

"I need you to say it again."

The heavily panting girl looked up at him with a confused expression, "Say what?"

Jericho positioned himself atop the girl, the tip of his now fully erect manhood practically knocking at her entrance, "Do you want me?"

She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, "Y-yes. I want you."

"Then you have to say it again," He pleaded, barely able to hold himself back. All he needed was to hear those words again. Whether they had any meaning in them or not, "You have to say you love me Cassandra."

"I… I love you… Jericho," She breathed against his as she rubbed herself against him.

Jericho's heart fluttered as the words escaped her mouth, it was barely a whisper but it was all he needed to let himself go. Her fingers grabbed the edges of the bed and her knuckles damn near turned white, she bit down and tried to prevent from crying out but without success.

"Oh… uh……..Guh-GOD!"

She felt the large head slip past her labia lips and into her opening. At that moment, despite wanting penetration, she wanted it out. Too much, it was too much...Yet it was time, her body wanted it, resolution, fulfillment. She had wanted a large, throbbing and growing organ within her. He came closer as he slowly, carefully, pushed it inside her. Watching her face for pain, he was careful not to cause her more then what was necessary. For a first time, of course it would be rather uncomfortable and it was her first time, there was no mistaking that.

But what could he have expected? She had lived her whole life in an underground bunker with nothing but brainwashing fuck-tards who made her wear a fucking jumpsuit her whole damn life and probably discouraged any form of sexual expression. Normally, just thinking about it would have been the sort of thing that would piss Jericho off. But right now all of his thoughts and emotions seemed to be replaced with a bright white light leaving no fucking room for his brain to process such things as anger.

In a quick, fluid motion, he broke her hymen and destroyed what innocence she had left. Though only slightly larger than average, he felt like a god damn giant to her. As he pushed inside, she felt as though he would never end as he went deeper, and deeper until he was in up to the hilt. The girl panted and breathed with difficulty, tears coming to her eyes...It was too much...The large man pinning her down, surrounding her with himself, draping over her small and fragile frame with his surprising muscle and build.

It was too late for either of them now. He began thrusting into her, slowly at first but picking up speed as her virgin body lost its resistance and rubbing up against her clit with every thrust. An overwhelming sense of pleasure overtook the poor vault girl, she needed more.

"P-please… Jeri..cho," She pleaded, "I need… muh-MORE!"

Her hand reached up behind Jericho's head and pulled him straight down into a rough kiss as she began pushing herself against him, trying to get as much of the man as she could inside her body. He was tearing into her now, thrusting violently as he felt himself reaching climax and forcing the girl to hold on for dear life. He felt the girl tightening around him and gave her one final aggressive thrust as he let out a bestial roar and spilled his seed inside of her.

"Holy fuck kid," He moaned as he rolled off of her breathing heavily, an elated smile spreading across his weathered face.

Cassie stayed motionless, staring at the ceiling. She was in disbelief. What the hell just happened? What the hell did she just let him do?

Both the vault girl and Jericho were too tired to notice that the door to the room was open just a crack. Had they noticed, they may have spied a pair of glass-looking eyes peering at them from the other side.

Charon's face was fixed in a frown. He had arrived sometime while that asshole Jericho had his employer pinned to the wall but rather than follow through with his contract and rush in to protect her, he had decided to sit in the hallway and watch. He wasn't a pervert or anything but an idea had hit him. If he wanted that fucker Jericho gone, he'd need his employer to throw him out. And in order to do that, he would have to make the girl hate him.

Judging by the girl's shocked and slightly disgusted expression, it seemed like it would prove to be an easy task. Charon gave one more sickened look in the direction of his master and the asshole who just had his way with her before leaving the hallway to find his own place to spend the night.

Holy fuck indeed.

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Authors note: Um… This is my first time writing up a sex scene… so I hope I didn't disappoint.

I'd like to thank Kungfuwarrior whose idea made me foam at the mouth like a rabid dogmeat. Hee hee…

Just to let you know… things probably won't be all cuddly/lovey-dovey. Not between Jerri and Vaultie anyway… (Charon you cock-blocking asshole ^_^)

I figure… Vaultie views this as a mistake. Jericho wants more… Then comes alienation, excommunication, running into the arms of a seemingly concerned ghoulie, blah-D-freakin-dah.

Tell me what you guys all think…