A/N: Holy shit, 50 chapters already? This is great guys. I never would have gotten this far without your support!
Chapter 50: Fluff and Water
Charon slammed the door to our bedroom and pushed me down onto the bed. He ordered Freddie to sit downstairs in the living room, just so he could be forced to hear us.
He stood at the door, undressing quickly. I sat on the edge of the bed, knowing what he wanted. I was more than willing to give it to him. Something about that animalistic look he was giving me sent shivers down my body.
"Strip. Now," he commanded.
I did as asked and quickly slid out of my clothes and kicked my boots off. I would have thought he would take longer with all the straps and armor, but when I looked up, he was fully nude. He cupped my face and pulled me to him. His lips crashed against mine hungrily.
I leaned back and he crawled on top of me slowly. His other hand slid down my torso and along my hips. His touch was warm and heavy and I needed more of it. A moan slipped past me and into his mouth.
The hand on my cheek moved to firmly grasp my neck. His other hand slipped under the waistband of my panties and grazed my heat, coaxing a gasp. He wasted no time sinking a finger inside me, and then another.
"You're mine," he groaned.
I nodded, unable to speak as his fingers curled and his thumb rubbed small circles on my bud. Tingles shot up my spine and traveled to my mouth, hot on his.
"Say it," he whispered.
I opened my mouth to obey, but only a moan slipped out as his finger plunged deeper. He spread his fingers apart and withdrew slowly. "That wasn't an answer."
My eyes were half lidded and set on his hard face. "I'm yours."
He pressed his arousal against my thigh with a moan. "Touch me."
I nodded wordlessly. My hand snaked down his stomach and my fingers wrapped around him. He made a noise that was a mix between a gasp and a hiss in my ear. He leaned his forehead against the curve of my neck as my hand pumped along his member.
He wrapped his hand into my hair and kissed my temple where the scar ran across my scalp. My hand moved faster along him until he stopped me. "On your stomach."
He held himself above me so I could turn around and get comfortable. His lips grazed my shoulder blades and his hand reached under me to cup my breast. My heart raced as his other hand traced my spine up and down.
He readied himself, pressing against my opening. Slowly, he pushed in to the hilt. I could feel myself instinctively tighten around him when he moved to pull out.
"Jesus, fuck. You're tighter than I remember," he chuckled.
"You're bigger than I remember," I said with a grin.
He bucked against me with a smile. My face hit the wall with an oomph and I cursed under my breath . I bit my cheek and tried to suppress the laugh that slipped out.
"Whoops," he smiled.
An idea emerged and I looked over my shoulder.
"What's that smile about? You look like you're about to do something... What are you-"
I slammed my ass against him and he knocked back into the wall opposite of me. The metal plating protested loudly and he shook his head with a grin.
"You wanna play like that?"
I bit my lip and nodded with a smile. "You started it."
He practically pounced on me and curled around me like a shell. The room was full of laughter and gasps and love.
I felt like I could fly. I hadn't felt so light in all my life as I did in the room with him right now. The contrast between our skin was surreal. Mine pale and soft, his dark and rough. His hand slid into mine and he kissed my forehead.
After two hours, we collapsed on the bed panting. He rolled over and pulled me into his arms. I felt like I had taken three doses of med-x and was laying on a bed of feathers.
"I'm really thirsty, you?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, there's water in the fridge."
"Alright," he muttered and climbed over me.
He pulled his pants on and left the room. The door was left open so I could hear him and Freddie talking.
"Uh, hey. Is there a bathroom around here?" Freddie asked uncomfortably.
The fridge door opened and closed. Charon returned upstairs with a bottle of water in each hand and a snack cake in his mouth. He kicked the door closed and handed me a bottle.
"Little shit tried talking to me," he grumbled.
I sighed and wrapped the sheets around me. I pecked him on the cheek and shuffled out of the room and to the railing on the second floor.
"Freddie?" I called out.
He looked up from the sofa and his knees were bobbing up and down in an urgent need to pee. He shielded his eyes. "Yeah?"
Charon chugged water and wrapped an arm around me possessively. "There's a bathroom but it's a public town bathroom like in the vault. If you can remember the way to the bar, it's right next to it. You got it?"
He nodded and bolted out of the house with Dogmeat on his trail. I sipped my water and grinned at Charon.
"What?" He asked coyly.
"You are such an asshole."