*If you're here just for smut, keep holding out. It's coming. (Pun not intended... Maybe)I need some plot with my porn though lol
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Vivian stared at the bar of soap sardonically, unsure of the Elder's aim, yet she couldn't deny the need for a shower. However, it wasn't going to take long for him to get back and she wanted that towel around her before he had a chance to grab her while she was wet.
Not that it mattered. Not to him.
Either way it went, a shower would help sooth her aching muscles and she knew it got hotter than the communal showers which made it a the more alluring. So she turned it on, happily steaming up the room as she lathered up the soap with her free hand. Parts of her were tender to the touch but, with more bruises and bite marks than last night, not to mention getting thrown into a table, she wasn't surprised.
But the red and blue on her skin left a twisted feeling in the pit of her stomach. There was only a slim chance she could get out of this situation on her own and that relied solely on her waiting for the right moment.
Which meant subjugating her body to more of the Elder's advancements.
Vivian let her head drop as she clutched her hand to her chest. She wasn't sure how long she could take it and if she ended up pregnant… God, she wouldn't know what to do.
As if thinking of the devil, Maxson walked in with a bundle in hand, locking the door behind him. His eyes were on her the instant after and Vivian couldn't help but instinctively attempt to hide. His burning gaze trailed over Vivian's curves as he moved closer to her. Her heart sped up as she shifted away towards the wall, water still hitting her.
He said nothing as he got closer, which only made it all the more nerve wracking for Vivian to be chained to the wall, naked and dripping. When the Elder got within arms reach, he stood there, nostrils flaring with possession simmering in his gaze.
Vivian felt like a deer in headlights staring wide-eyed into his intensity as she flattened herself against the bar that kept her trapped, the water still splashing over the front of her body.
For a long minute, they did nothing but glare at one another, though she was sure he could see the fear behind her animosity.
Maxson finally turned away, tossing the pile of clothes on the nearby chair and stepped over to the center table, leaning forward on it so his back remained to her. "Finish your shower and get dressed. If you play by my rules, things will go by smoothly. You're getting another chance to still have a life here. Don't push me any further, Vivian. It doesn't have to be like this."
She scoffed and willed herself to be quiet as she turned off the shower and hastily grabbed for the towel, ready to cover herself before realizing Maxson hadn't turned to face her yet.
"You can think I'm lying all you want, Vivian." He slammed his fist down onto the table and dipped his head. "This is not how I wanted things."
"You can blame me all you want, Elder, but things got this way because of you." Vivian replied coolly, patting herself dry. "All I wanted was peace but men need their war, don't they?"
Maxson shoved the table away and snapped around looking ready to pounce. "If you didn't commit treason this would have never happened! But enough!" He composed himself with a frustrated sigh. "Now just. Get. Dressed."
Still clutching the towel over her front side, Vivian laughed humorlessly. "What's the point, Arthur? You're just going to rip it off again and leave me hooked to your goddamn bed."
With a short growl, he was on her, yanking the towel from her hand and pushing her into the wall. He cupped her jaw to expose her throat and raked his teeth along the skin. "Because you are mine." He had her handcuffed arm bent behind her, trapped with the chains while his body kept her other arm locked against her frame. "Only I get to see you like this."
Vivian let out a squeal of a whimper, instinctively arching away from his teeth but it only opened her up more to his advances.
He forced her head back down and roughly pressed his mouth on hers, not caring that she struggled. He pulled back, tracing his thumb across her lips as he stared down at her possessively. "My future wife will have some dignity among my men. Despite the truth." He let her go, still aggressive as he stepped away.
"The truth?" Vivian said, voice cracking from nerves. "The truth is that you're a goddamn coward and rapist. What a dignified man. I should be so humbled."
"Dammit woman!" Maxson snarled, looking ready to strike when he snapped back to her. "Enough. Get the fucking uniform on before I change my mind."
Vivian locked her jaw but said nothing, a shaky hand grabbing the suit from the chair and gingerly pulling the cloth over what she could, ignore the Elder's burning gaze.
When all that was left was her handcuffed arm, he moved in closer, keys in hand. "Give me one more reason, Vivian, and I'll swear to you, you'll never see anything but this room."
She gritted her teeth as grabbed her cuffed wrist, hating how close he purposely got. He made sure to back her into the wall before removing the metal from her completely.
And of course he didn't move away, blue eyes dark yet almost searching for something in hers. "Kiss me. Now." His voice was low, demanding.
Vivian inhaled, heart beating like a drum as she tensed at his command. What really were her options though? Either way the Elder would still get what he wanted and she didn't have the energy for another fight. She hurt enough as it was.
"Vivian," he said the name as warning, sending a shiver down her spine. His voice still managed to fuck with her and it wasn't right. Not after everything he had done.
With a locked jaw and hands in a tight fist, she stepped into him. Maxson grabbed her at the waist and pulled her against body, making her hesitate even more before shutting her eyes and tipping her head back.
"No." The word was growl. "You will look at me."
She hissed out a breath of air and shot her pale blue eyes up, resentment clear as day. Vivian closed the gap between them, trying to ignore the short groan of approval he gave her as she lightly pressed her lips to his.
But Maxson didn't let her get away with just that, hand immediately grasping the back of her head as his tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth in a display of possession.
Vivian gasped, struggling for a second before accepting it and falling still.
"You're still not listening," he hissed, nipping at her lower lip. "Now kiss me!"
A short sob of defeat escaped as he reclaimed her mouth, and with no other choice, Vivian kissed him back, pouring as much of the anguish she felt in her heart into it. They were in that sick embrace for a long minute, forcing Vivian to ignore the way her body wanted to respond to his.
When he pulled back, his eyes were closed and head turned away, unmoving as he spoke. "Don't cause me anymore trouble Vivian. This is your last chance for some sort of freedom. Don't test me."
She was breathing heavy, limbs still shaking ever so slightly as she shook her head. "Because I'm the one causing trouble you. Right."
He flashed a deathly glare towards her but made no movements. "Just keep in mind how fast they turned on your pet synth. It will be far worse for you." Exhaling sharply, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
But this time, he kept it unlocked.
Mentally drained, Vivian dropped herself in the chair by the shower, head in her hands as she tried to think of a next move that wouldn't result in her being locked back up in here.
Her Pip-Boy was still missing and she still... Almost instantly she stood back up, remembering the small box of bobby-pins Maxson forgot about when he tossed her through the table.
The box was still where she left it, and Vivian stuffed what she could in a small pocked in her uniform and grabbed a screwdriver from a pile of tools on the Elder's tall shelf. With satisfied smirk, Vivian went right back to his desk and went to work with the drawer again. But to her dismay, it was only folders filled with documents, charts, and maps that at a glance couldn't help her with shit.
Falling back onto her rear, Vivian sighed, frustrated with everything at this point. He had her damn Pip-Boy and there was little chance she could get it back now. Playing by his rules meant giving too much of herself up but there just wasn't enough cards in her hand to avoid it. That bastard knew how to get what he wanted.
Narrowing her gaze at the drawer, Vivian grabbed the pile of folders and thumbed through the tabs. She was a little dismayed to see files on both the Minutemen and Railroad and took them from the stack, the leader in her needing to know what he had written about her people.
With her mind focused on more important matters, she situated herself, hiding the screwdriver in the left boot while looking around the room for a way to sneak the folders out. Vivian chuckled to herself when she remembered that he had several Guns and Bullet magazines in the drawers of his shelf. She hid the files in the middle of the pile of magazines, figuring that even gave her a cover for why she was reading in the first place.
Finally ready to leave his godforsaken room, Vivian stepped out into the hall, instantly noticing the power armored guard stationed right in between the Elder's room and her room.
"Causing more trouble, Paladin?" the guard mused.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't you wish. For your information, I'm going to read the Elder's collection of Guns and Bullets." Holding up the stack, she showed the guard the name. "I'll be down in the pathetic excuse for a rec room, if reading causes to much trouble for you."
Vivian didn't wait for a response, instead, just sauntered off down the hall as best as she could, ignoring the way her body ached as she moved. No one else bothered her as she made her way down the flight of steps that led to a shoddy space with chairs and a computer the crew used to blow off steam.
It was always empty during the day, so it was the perfect place to read the reports without too much interruption.
She sat in the nearest chair, keeping a few magazines on her lap as she opened the Minutemen file.
There wasn't anything too serious or harmful to her men written down; the first page even labeled her militia as a neutral ally. They had small profiles on her and other notable members of her group, as well as a map of all known locations tied to the Minutemen.
What came as a surprise to Vivian was the fact that Maxson had her station monitored with a vertibird on standby for areal assist. He certainly didn't seem like the kind of man that would care about protecting civilians with no ties to the Brotherhood.
Content with the content of the first file, Vivian set it aside and opened the folder labeled for the Railroad. With a frown, she glanced over the summary page, in bold letters, 'ENEMY OF THE BROTHERHOOD' stood out amongst the rest. "…can interfere with primary mission… aiding synths… attacking Brotherhood scouting parties…"
Her gut twisted as she read that a raid was planned on their HQ, with Paladin Vaduva as mission leader. They wanted her to kill all members of the Railroad, leading a squad to slaughter those inside while two others swarm all exits.
Flipping through the folder, dread kicked in as she realized they knew exactly where HQ and several outposts were at and knew of every single bigwig that held the group together, except for her. The Brotherhood was even responsible for the end of a couple safe houses Desdemona thought was done by raiders.
"All of this needless bloodshed…" She let the folder fall shut and closed her eyes, needing a minute to process what she had read.
The Railroad needed to know they were on thin ice, she needed to get them out of the church and someplace safe, somewhere she already had set up and protected. Everyone was going to be sitting ducks if she couldn't get off the damn Prydwen.
Replacing the folders in the mix of magazines, Vivian tried to come up with some sort of plan but without power armor or a vertibird, she was stuck in the air.
A shiver went through the pale haired woman as she exhaled. Vivian needed the Elder's trust and there was only one road for her to take to get it.