What?! Two chapters in one night? You're welcome. (Because fuck homework and my shitty grades)

Hancock and Nate were already gone by the time Madelyn woke up. It had to be only an hour or two before noon. At her side MacCready was snoring lightly, and she smiled at him, watching his relaxed face contort slightly in dream. Faintly she wondered what was going through his mind. He'd never shared his dreams with her.

Deciding not to wake him, she stayed put. Duncan wasn't in the room, which surprised her. The door to the balcony was closed –something that didn't happen often in Nate's house– so she couldn't see outside to know if he was in the playground. A small swell of worry filtered into her heart until a wet nose touched her hand. "Hey there, Dogmeat, you got left behind too?" her voice was a very low whisper.

He whined a little and licked her fingers.

"I'll get up and play with you when Robert wakes up," she said and rubbed his ear. He seemed to smile and then jumped onto the beds, shaking them and startling the sniper up right. "Damn it, Dogmeat," she sighed and met wide blue eyes.

"Oh, just the dog," he sighed and rubbed his face roughly to work the sleep out of it.

"You can go back to sleep," she whispered and inched closer to him. His arm caught her and pulled her into his side over the space between the beds.

"Nah, I'm awake," he said, his voice thick.

"Okay," she rested her head on his shoulder and he closed his eyes a moment. He looked like he was trying to force the rest of his body to wake up now. "What'd you dream about?"

"Uh," his features scrunched in thought. "Ah, Little Lamplight."

"Oh," her eyebrows perked. "What about it?"

"My time there. When I was mayor," he shrugged and used his free hand to rub his still closed eyes. "When I got sick."

"Sick?"

"Yeah," he breathed and opened his mouth running a finger along his teeth. She'd noticed them before but had never really looked twice at them, but now that he was showing them off, she looked at them closer. He had a few that were missing completely and a lot that had holes or looked pretty rough. She just figured it was part of living out in the Commonwealth. When she was in the slaver's camps she'd seen many people with even worse mouths than him, and even in the Brotherhood there were some soldiers that could make Robert's mouth look desirable. "When I was a kid I got rickets. I didn't get it nearly as bad as some of the kids, but it softened my bones a bit and," he shrugged. "I guess the food we ate there was also pretty bad for our teeth."

"So you dreamed about when you were sick?"

"Yeah, I managed to evade rickets for a while. Something changed when I…" he frowned a little to himself. "I let this woman in. She was a mungo, but she was… different than the others. Only like, eighteen, so I figured she'd be fine, and she helped save some of our missing kids," he added.

"Why'd she want in?"

"She wanted to get to the Super Mutant infested Vault, but the only way I knew how to get there was through Little Lamplight. She really, really wanted through, so she did everything I made her, and eventually I just… let her in."

"Was she… good?" Madelyn raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, she helped around, gave us some food that wasn't fungus," he smirked. "No one would eat it so I called them all pussies and took it for myself." She smiled a little and he continued, "Anyway, she left and didn't come back. I mean, I had to leave four years after that happened, so I guess she could have come back, but I'm not sure if they would have let her in without me there."

The way he looked at his hands he seemed to have a strong opinion of her, "Did it upset you she didn't come back?"

He blinked, glancing at her, "Uh, I mean, a little. She promised to come back, and didn't. She could be dead for all I know."

"What was she like?"

"Well, she was with the Brotherhood, but I didn't know much about them then so I didn't really care. Her name was Alice, and she was… pretty plain looking. I mean, short dull brown hair and real dark eyes." He waved a hand across his face when he said, "Freckles, lots of them. She wasn't… pretty, but she was nice. Funny, too. I was a little shit, and she never seemed to let it affect her, in fact, she threw it right back at me a few times." He laughed suddenly, "Said my face looked like her butt."

Madelyn smiled and let out a short laugh of surprise, "What'd you say?"

"She must enjoy having such a cute butt," he said easily. That made Madelyn laugh and he looked at her.

"She was from a Vault and was looking for her dad. I don't know what ended up happening but she… she helped us a lot, and I'll always remember her."

"I bet she's alive out there," she gestured to the door.

"Probably." Then he shrugged, "Anyway, my dream was just kinda me laying there, staring at the rocky ceiling while Lucy worked on me."

"Your wife Lucy?"

"No, no, different one," he shook his head. "Lucy was a doctor in Little Lamplight. Probably the smartest person in the world honestly. At eleven she was doing major surgery and making 'compounds' and–" he shook his head still bewildered by the woman. "Oh no, I could never have married her. She was way too smart, and honestly, I think I annoyed her to hell and back."

Madelyn smiled, taking hold of the hand he had around her shoulders. "I don't think you're annoying."

"Hah, I'd hope not, I'm not even trying. I tried with her, and I think that was the problem," he smirked. "No… I met my wife Lucy after Little Lamplight."

His smile faded and she touched his jaw, "You don't have to tell me."

He looked at her and saw the want in her eyes. She was curious but she wouldn't intrude or make him uncomfortable. "No, it's okay. She and I met shortly after I'd left Little Lamplight." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "It took me about a year to find out that I wasn't going to get shi–" he grunted and started over. "I wasn't going to get anywhere without my rifle in the Capital, so I started taking jobs as a hired gun. Not many people were interested, obviously, since I was seventeen. But when they saw me shoot, a lot changed their minds. I still had a bad attitude and foul mouth, so I think that helped people take me seriously." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I met Lucy on a job. I was supposed to kill her dad. He'd… pissed some guy off down stream. I couldn't do it, not when I saw it was just him and her." He ran a hand through her green hair and his lips frowned deeply. "You and her look a lot alike, but I can see every difference. You're stronger than she was. I loved her, but… I had to do all the protecting and… it got her killed," he looked away. Madelyn wrapped her arms around him her forehead against his temple. She had to get onto her knees for it to be comfortable, though. "I never told her I was a hired gun or that I was sent to kill her dad. I told her I was a soldier because I was afraid of what she'd think of me."

"I can't tell you how she would have felt," Madelyn said honestly, "But if she truly loved you she would have forgiven you after some time at least."

He tilted his head toward her and she kissed his cheek. "We had Duncan right after we got married. I was… almost nineteen." His breathing was coming in short huffs. "She was a year younger than me. We traveled a bit, came to the Commonwealth. She loved Diamond City, and we spent a lot of time in the Dugout Inn. Pretty sure that's where Duncan was…" he coughed, and she smirked a little. "Anyway, she had Duncan here in the Commonwealth, and we were on our way back to the Capital when… we stopped in the subway tunnel…" his breathing picked up.

"It's okay, Robert."

"Yeah, Duncan was just… so little, and he wouldn't stop crying. I had to beg for milk for him," his face flushed and he looked down in shame.

"And he's alive, and so are you," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair.

"If it wouldn't have been for Nate getting Duncan that cure… I–" he stopped and his jaw clenched. "I don't know how many times I kissed the barrel of my rifle." This surprised her and she felt her own tears swell in her eyes.

"You… don't still…?" she whispered and he looked at her suddenly.

"No, no, Madelyn, I haven't thought about ending it in…" he shook his head and held her. "How could I? I have you and Duncan, I couldn't leave you two."

"Good," she said into his hair and tried to steady her breathing. "I don't want to lose you." Her arms around him were tight and he pulled her into his lap.

"I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded and ran her fingers along his pointed jaw. He gazed down at her and she smiled. "I love you."

"I love you."

Her cheeks flushed and she let her thumb brush his lips. "I wanna kiss…" she said sheepishly and he flashed a smile. With a hand at the back of her head he lifted her to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He kissed her back with a need she had yet to experience. His other hand moved along her shoulder to her side until it reached her hip. She moved around in his lap so she was facing him better, breaking the kiss just long enough to breath. Then she gently pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him.

"Careful," he breathed against her lips. She didn't know what he meant by that until she felt his waist grind against her and she felt something hard rub her.

Surprised she jerked away and he chuckled. "Oh, I'm sorry," she flushed brightly. "I didn't mean to…"

"Didn't mean to what?"

"Make you…" she glanced down between them. She was on her hands and knees above him and he lied on the bed, relaxed.

"It's gonna happen pretty much every time we kiss, love, 'specially when you get this into it," he touched her cheek. She met his gaze then looked down at the tent in his pants. It looked pretty hard, like it was pushing against his belt with some force. "You've never seen a guy excited have you?"

"Well, I mean, I have see… people…." She bit her lip, "I've walked in on stuff happening. And Reagan's talked about it… a lot." She flushed and looked back down at him.

"Never had someone get hard for you then," he corrected and she shook her head. "Does it bother you?"

Madelyn glanced at him and shook her head. "Does it… hurt?"

"Not at the moment," he said honestly. "It would feel better if it wasn't caged up, but I'm not going to complain. We aren't gonna do anything with it today."

"I'm sorry," she frowned, embarrassed.

"Why?" he sat up, sliding so that his legs were under her waist now.

"You… want to," she gestured to the awkward fold in his pants.

"Madelyn, I told you. We won't do anything you don't want to. I've…" he frowned a little. "I can wait."

"Have you… done stuff… since Lucy?"

His cheeks went a little pink. "Yeah, but it never meant anything."

"Oh."

He caught her face in his hands, "And I want our first time to mean the world to you."

"It'll be my first time," she added.

"So you'll take the lead. We go as slow, and gently as you want, and if you want to stop at any time we do. No matter my desire. I'm just going to be happy to be with you." Then he kissed her forehead. "And before you can say it, yes, I'm okay if you never want to."

"I don't know about never," she said and her cheeks went bright red. She could feel the heat between her legs when she looked down at his crotch. She imagined what it looked like, and her mouth went dry.

"Mmm," he hummed and she met his gaze. "I…" he shook his head and released her to lean back against the wall.

"You want to…" she whispered. Her hand ghosted over his lap, brushing the stiffness.

"I'm not going to make you or stop you," he stated, watching her carefully. "I just want you to be ready."

"How will I know if I'm ready?" she asked. Her heart pounded against her chest.

"You'll know, love," he promised. She came closer to him and sat in his lap. He shifted her, his hands grabbing at her ass briefly, so that he could adjust himself under her. She liked feeling him touch her.

"How does it feel?" she asked now that they were comfortable.

He rolled his hips and she felt him press against her, rubbing her in a way that took her breath away. "Pretty damn good," he answered.

She couldn't breath correctly. Her hands rested on his shoulders and his were on her hips, ready for whatever she decided. "I… want to," she whispered, "But I'm nervous."

He nodded, "You will be your first time."

"Okay," she breathed and looked down between them.

"Hey," he caught her attention. "I love you, Madelyn Alexandria Dangerfield."

"I love you, too, Robert Joseph MacCready," she leaned in and kissed him. One of his hands came up to hold her face to his, and his other remained on her hip, his thumb slipping under her shirt. Her breathing picked up and she made herself hold his jaw with one hand while the other slid down his front, opening his green jacket as his brown one had already been discarded.

"Just tell me when you want to stop," he tore his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her neck. She swallowed and moaned at the feeling of his scruff tickling at her throat.

"Okay," she said absently and leaned her head back so he had better access. The hand on her neck shifted down to her shirt. It slid down the side, and he let his thumb brush her breast. She enjoyed it, and let out a sigh.

When his hands were at the bottom of her shirt, she let his fingers dive below it and touch her bare skin. Slowly, he worked it up, his hands flat against her virgin skin. She pulled away from him to sit straight, watching him work his hands up, the shirt forced to follow. When he reached her breasts he paused and waited for her. She nodded and he lifted the shirt over them. Her bra held her breasts up so they looked more full than they really were. She suddenly hoped he wouldn't mind her size. By the way he gazed at her, he didn't. His hands stopped rising in favor of running over her stomach, feeling how smooth her skin was.

Callus made his touch rough but she liked how it felt. And when he leaned in to begin kissing her, she liked it even more. Gently he lifted her so he could get onto his knees in front of her.

The sniper removed her shirt the rest of the way and kissed her mouth, then her jaw, then down her neck until he was low enough his chin brushed her bra. He glanced up at her and she nodded shakily. Instead, he continued down, bending so that he kissed her stomach now, down to her belt. Then he came back up and kissed her lips. "That was…" she couldn't think of a word. He smiled.

Madelyn reached up and worked him out of his coat. When it was tossed to the side, Dogmeat got up and left the bed. Neither noticed. Instead she took the hem of his tank top and lifted it to expose his chest. He was lean muscle and bone, but she liked what she saw in him.

Allowing her to gaze at him, he turned his own belt loose, but left it where it was, and did the same to hers. She glanced down then, and waited for him to do whatever it was he was going to. Robert's hands moved lightly and slowly, allowing her all the time to stop him as he freed the button and then pushed her pants down, leaving her in her underwear. She helped him get them passed her knees and watched them hit the ground.

Now she was in just the off white under clothing that hadn't been washed in God knows how long. She resisted covering herself as he looked her over. His blue eyes soft, kind, and loving, as his fingers trailed down over her skin. She shuddered and suddenly felt the cool air around her. "Do you want to keep going?" he asked. She nodded without hesitating.

He came closer then, his chest pressed against hers. She looked him at him, her face only just coming to his neck here when they were both on their knees. "I want this," she promised and he nodded.

"Just tell me when to stop."

"I will," she nodded. She knew he was just making sure, but it was almost making her more nervous.

Her thoughts drifted away when he kissed her, his mouth skilled on hers, and she tried to keep her breathing even. That was impossible though, his kisses moved and drew out groans from her, and before she knew it she was on her back and he was touching her all over. He'd worked himself out of the last of his clothes without her noticing, and when he came back to kiss her mouth she felt his hot chest against hers. She was cold for some reason, she wanted to blame it on the air and her nerves.

Madelyn felt his erection on her thigh and realized then he wasn't dressed anymore. Her heart leapt and picked up double time. She didn't know what to do, so she just lied still and kissed him back. His hands slid behind her and she felt him unclasp her bra with a little thought. She wouldn't say the action was practiced, but it wasn't too difficult to unhook a bra.

When she was freed from the fabric, she looked down and so did he. She frowned at how they slid to the side and looked ever smaller than they were. Robert, on the other hand, bowed his head and kissed them, his hand cupping the opposite one. Her breath left her and she watched him carefully.

If he was disappointed he didn't show it in the least bit. If anything, he looked pleased. His face buried itself between her breasts, sucking and biting on her sternum summoning up pleasured noises from her.

"That…" she whispered and closed her eyes, arching her back slightly. Robert breathed deeply and moved his mouth to her nipple and began suckling on it. She gasped and watched him. He paused to see if he was hurting her, then continued. While he did this, his fingers pinched and twisted the other. "Oh," she breathed, never having felt this before.

The heat between her legs was spreading through her, and now his touch was starting to feel cool. She shuddered when he switched breasts, giving them equal attention. While he did this she felt his hips moving gently. He was rubbing himself against her leg. She breathed, slowly, listening to the radio in the front room faintly playing Sixty-Minute Man.

"That felt amazing," she whispered when he started to kiss her lower.

"I hoped so," he breathed, his eyes on hers. After drawing circles around her belly button with the tip of his tongue, he slid farther down and paused, his face now between her legs. She stared down at him.

"I…" she felt uncomfortable. No one had been down there. No one but other girls in the showers had seen that part of her. Ever.

"I can stop, Madelyn."

"I just… don't know if it's…" she flushed, not sure what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry," she decided.

"Why?" he looked confused.

"I… it's…" she frowned.

"You're perfect," he promised and leaned in, his nose brushing her thigh. She held her breath. He smiled when he smelled her, then moved her last piece of clothing away so he could see her. "Nothing to worry about," he looked up at her with a smirk. "You're definitely a woman."

She flushed and looked away. "Thanks."

"What? Madelyn, they all are pretty much the same down here. Some are nicer looking, but that's generally because they don't get used all the time. You're a virgin, so you're…" he trailed off and she felt his finger part her lips. Her eyes snapped wide and she looked down at him. "Yours is as pretty as one can get."

Her face was red and she finally nodded at his words.

"Do you want me to keep going?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Okay, love," he breathed and leaned in, kissing her sex. She gasped and jerked at the feeling, but he didn't let her escape from him. His tongue lapped at the juices that flowed out of her, while one of his hands rubbed her thigh and the other held her underwear out of his way.

Madelyn moaned and her back arched when he sucked on her clit, and she sat up, unable to think of anything else to do. She watched him, and then he pulled away. "I… I don't know what I should do," she told him and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning in and kissing her.

"Just relax and let me do this, okay?" he pressed his forehead to hers and she nodded. "Tell me when something feels good, or if it doesn't."

"Okay," she nodded. He took her underwear off and shifted her around so she was comfortable on the bed and he settled back down between her legs.

It didn't take long for her to realize what he was doing. She'd heard Reagan talk about a 'release' or 'coming' but she'd never thought about how it would feel. Reagan said she never let anyone make her finish. She was saving that for Danse she she'd not waited in anything else. For a brief moment she wondered what her friend would do now.

Robert's tongue was driving her right for whatever this release was. She could feel it coiling in her, tightening up her muscles. "That's," she panted, unable to do anything but nod now as he mouthed her sex and worked a finger in her. "I'm…" she arched her back and felt the heat taking over.

"That's right, love," he whispered into her thigh and bit her. She gasped and felt the release. She couldn't do anything but let it happen. She couldn't even speak. Robert, on the other hand, worked her through the feeling, his fingers still inside her and his mouth sucking on her, going between her inner thigh and her clit.

"Oh that was…" she said breathlessly and looked down at him as he smiled proudly.

"Good," he shifted and came up to kiss her. She could taste herself all over him, but tried to ignore it. Now that he was here she could feel him still very hard against her thigh.

She had an aching between her legs she didn't understand and shifted a little, trying to get him closer. He chuckled. "What?" she asked, pulling away from his kiss.

His mouth fell to her neck and he shook his head, holding her. "So eager for this."

"I… I don't know, it just…" she breathed, arching her back as he moved to her breasts again. They were so sensitive. She had to close her eyes, and bit on her finger.

"I'll keep going then," he said and she felt him rub against her thigh again. Her mouth was dry from being the primary source of air to her lungs.

"Please do," she whispered.

He wiped off his face with a hand and then came back up to keep his face close her hers. "It's going to hurt a little. You're very… tight," he said and she nodded her understanding. Her being tight with him being… thick, obviously, meant something had to give, and it was easier for her to stretch. And that meant pain.

Suddenly she was scared.

He lifted himself so they could both look down and see him hang in front of her. She had no idea what his size was compared to others, but the thought of it going into her while just two of his fingers felt like a lot, made her head spin.

He held his shaft to guide him to her heat, and rubbed the head around until it was soaked. Then he rubbed against her clit, and she felt her nerves start to get the better of her. "I…" she hesitated, but he stopped and looked at her immediately.

"Tell me, Madelyn," he said softly, his gaze kind.

"I'm… scared," she said honestly.

He pulled away and she felt a wave of relief and confusion. She'd wanted this, though, not that long ago. But, seeing how willing he was to stop for her, even as they were so close, it made her feel better. "Then we'll stop," he kissed her cheek and slid away from her.

"I'm sorry," she said and he shook his head, getting off the bed.

"Don't be, we went pretty far today. It wouldn't be fair for me to expect you to want to go all the way your first time. And I didn't think you would want to," he added. "I'm not upset," he added when she frowned at him.

"I… I just feel bad, I wanted to…"

"Don't feel bad," he said and pulled his boxers and pants back on then came back to her. "Hey," he lifted her chin. "This is important. And I'm never going to push you to do it."

"Okay," she said softly and nodded. "Okay," she repeated.

"I love you," he kissed her cheek and she returned the words with a smile. "I'll help you get dressed and we'll go find Duncan. Are you hungry?"

"Yes," she nodded and stood up, the cold wood of the floor made her shudder.

"What're you in the mood for?"

"I'm feeling something meaty," she said before pausing and hearing him laugh. She went red and rubbed her face. "Um… yeah, anyway," she breathed and looked at him. He gave her a sweet kiss.

"Come on," Robert took her hand and led her out of the house toward the cooking station.