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“Count again!”
“Ren…”
“C’mon, that can’t be right!”
Charon sighed and recounted the caps sitting in front of them in the hot sand.
“Twenty. Just like it was yesterday, just like it was ten minutes ago when you counted,” he scowled, trying to rein in the irritation he felt. Ren groaned and pulled at her unwieldy hair.
“You did it wrong, lemme do it.”
His foggy eyes narrowed in frustration and his characteristic scowl deepened. He was gonna lose it. Ren decided to not poke the bear. Especially since he was nearly out of cigarettes as it was.
“Fine. Fine.” she grumbled avoiding his ire, “We are expectin’ ten more from this run…That’s enough for supplies right?”
The ghoul huffed and gathered their caps back to his pockets, “No.”
She frowned and stood up too, wiping her brow. It was smoldering hot and they would need to refill their canteens soon as well. She hummed in thought as she looked to the town they were approaching.
They were broke. They were far from home. And for the first time since they had been traveling together Ren was worried about providing for her large companion. Not that she would ever admit that to him.
He regarded her then crossed his arms, “What are you thinking?”
She turned back towards him with a grin, “You trust me?”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
__________
Ren peaked in the window of the dilapidated home that now served as the town’s saloon. She pulled back and wiped the dust from the glass before peering back inside.
“Hmm,” she contemplated. Charon huffed next to her. Their eyes met when she pulled back and he must have seen some flicker in them because he gave a long-suffering sigh. He did that a lot around her, and she wondered why.
“What are you planning, smoothskin?”
“I need all our caps.”
“Why?”
“Just give ‘em to me,”
His eyes narrowed just slightly.
“...Please?” she corrected herself with a flutter of her lashes. Even after all these months together she still sometimes struggled with accidental orders. He was good at letting her know, though, even if he didn’t say a word. He groaned and dropped them into her waiting palms. She counted out five and passed them back to him.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” She tilted her head to look up at him in the high afternoon sun- the ghoul’s dark armor and pants were coated in red sand, as was she. He was scowling, naturally, as was usual for her big grumpy ghoul. There were very few times in which he wasn’t making that face. Ren smirked and chewed at her bottom lip- her cheeks quickly flushing as she reminisced about the other faces he made. Pleasure…adoration…hunger-
“Ren,” he barked, “Focus,” and ran his hand across his face. Caught red handed, she suppressed a chuckle. For the record, it had been a while. The pair ran out of Rad-X over a week ago and he would hardly touch her without it. Ren was ready to pull her hair out.
“So- I think you should take those caps and go sit at the bar. Order somethin’- somethin’ cheap. Inconspicuous.”
She looked him up and down then crossed her arms, “Well as inconspicuous as you can be.”
He looked at her with a cocked brow waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“And you?”
“I’ll deliver this letter,” She shook the parchment at him, “And find a mark,”
“No.” he grunted simply.
“No?” Ren scoffed, “C’mon this play is tried and true!”
“Like it was last time?” he snorted. Charon cocked his hip a bit. She swore she could have seen a smile twitch at the corner of his lips too. Tease.
“Last time was a fluke- and you know that.”
He rolled his eyes at that. When had his ass gotten so sassy? She bit back a smile, maybe she was rubbing off on him. Their eyes met again and they played their favorite game of chicken.
“Fine.” He submitted begrudgingly after a long moment. The ghoul grabbed her arm tightly before turning to leave, “But I am intervening if it comes to it,”
She smiled and shooed him off. Unlikely. She knew what she was doing. She was an excellent actress and luck was always on her side.
The courier waited a few more minutes out in the blazing sun before following her ghoul into the saloon. It was not much cooler in there, but at least the sun was no longer beating down on her. There were several townsfolk sitting around and drinking, none of them looking particularly threatening. Ren’s eyes flicked to the far end of the bar where Charon was distastefully sipping on a beer. His icy gaze met hers briefly before slipping black down to his drink.
Ren waltzed up to the bartender with all the confidence she could muster. He was an old man. Grizzly with an eye patch- grease stains down his off-color apron and a rusty revolver strapped to his belt.
“Delivery, Sir. For a Tony Greene? Was told he’d likely be here.”
The bartender said nothing but nodded his head to a man sitting in a salvaged booth- nursing a cup of whiskey. Ren shot a smile at the bartender and took a deep breath. Perfect.
He was a rugged man, with an unkept beard, and receding hairline. He drank his whisky with a grimace. The perfect mark.
“Hi sugar,” Ren cooed as she approached the booth, “You Tony?”
“That's right,” he leaned back and let his dark eyes wander shamelessly over her, “and you are?”
“Ren,” she tried to give her best ‘bedroom’ eyes, “I got a delivery for ya.”
The man smiled as he took the letter from her and read it quickly.
“Good. Good, best news I've heard all week,” he hummed, tucked the letter away, and produced a few caps for her. Alright, time to shine.
“Maybe I could join ya for a drink?” She fluttered her lashes, “It's awfully hot out on the road.”
“Sure, darlin’, sit a spell,” he waved the bartender over, “What’ll you have? It’s on me.”
Ren slipped into the booth and rested her head on her palms, giving him a honeyed smile.
“Vodka. You are too kind.”
He smiled a toothless grin and leaned over his beer-belly towards her, “Now don’t tell me a pretty young thing is all the way out here just to deliver me a letter,”
Well. That was her job afterall. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Ren covered her mouth and giggled instead, “Well of course I am. Someone’s gotta.”
“All by your lonesome?”
Yuck. Ren bit her tongue. He was taking her bait, sure, but she still felt gross about whatever he was implying.
Ren followed a crack on the table with her finger and gave a convincing pout, “Yes,” then with a sigh, “Can get awful lonely on the road sometimes…”
She looked up at him through her lashes, “Say… you don’t happen to know how to play Caravan do you?”
He chuckled and took a sip from his drink, “Sure I do, you wanna to play sweetheart? That’s a bettin’ game ya know.”
Ren smiled. Bingo. The courier reached for her deck, “How’s twenty caps? I don’t get ‘ta play often so I’m not very good,” she giggled again, “so go easy on me ‘kay?”
Tony chuckled deeper and took the deck from her to shuffle. Putty in her hands. She threw her wager in the pot with the confidence of a woman with two hundred caps and not twenty. Ren chanced a glance over at the bar. She didn’t catch Charon’s eyes but saw his deep and signature scowl as he timidly picked at the label on his beer.
She hummed a happy sound and ripped her eyes away from him. She adored her companion- he put up with so much of her shit- she would be sure to treat him to a good meal tonight. And buy him a fresh pack of cigarettes.
Ren accepted her hand with a demure smile and examined the cards. Okay, not a bad start. She evened out her pokerface- just like Charon had taught her- and played her first move.
Something a little risky. A move that a novice might make.
And so the dance begins.
Ren had learned a lot about strategy from playing with her ghoul, and used every bit of knowledge she obtained from their heated gameplay. He may have let her win more often than not- but she had at least a few honest wins under her belt.
Well, semi-honest, anyway.
The courier lifted the bottom of her tank to dab at her wet brow, exposing a long expanse of her stomach in the process. She watched as Tony’s attention drifted from his cards to comb over her skin. She knew what men liked. Or rather, she knew what Charon liked- and he was as manly as men got.
Ren bit back a wicked smile as she peered over the tops of Tony’s cards that he was carelessly exposing.
No face cards, excellent, which meant she could play her next move without fear. Ren laid out her winning caravans with a dumb look on her face.
“W-wait? Did I win?” she asked innocently.
“Well, look at that darlin’. You sure did,” the man said with a whistle.
Ren grinned and shot him a coy look, “You didn’t let me win on purpose now, did ya?”
Tony smiled another toothless grin as he pulled all the cards back into the deck. “Nah, sweetheart, you just got some beginner's luck is all.”
She giggled and sipped at her drink, “Well then, how about another round? We can call it double or nothin’.”
He scratched his beard in deliberation.
“You got a deal.”
Jackpot, she thought as he laid out another game for them. They could be leaving with over eighty caps! Easy peasy. And Charon thought this was a bad idea. She’d show him.
Ren tapped her foot in thought as she examined their progressing game.
Okay, she thought, twenty-four and eighteen. She slipped a five of hearts into her caravan and smiled. That beat out his twenty-one and his twenty-two. She had him.
Tony chuckled and laid down a Jack.
Oh. Oh fuck.
Ren watched in horror as her largest caravan crumbled. She was about to lose it all and then some. Fuck. Fuck.
Panicking she bumped the table with her leg- knocking her drink over.
“Oh no!” She gasped theatrically as the alcohol dripped off the table into her lap. She patted at her wet pants frantically and slipped a hidden card into her hand from her pocket. Her recent practice with misdirection had been paying off.
“Let me help you there darlin’,” the man said and reached over to tidy up with his handkerchief.
Damn. He was smart enough to lay his hand face down. At least she had an ace up her sleeve. Or pants- anyway.
He dabbed at the table before reaching further and dragging his rag across her lap- purposefully pausing to let his fingers wander.
Ren stifled an insult as he shamelessly pawed at her. She could handle it, she'd win the pot and never have to look at his ugly face again.
Bang!
The table shook- the pair jumped at the commotion and looked up from Ren's lap.
“Hey, fuck off ghoul. Can't you see we're busy here?” Tony snarled as he regarded the very angry Charon glowering over them. His fist was slammed into the wood of the table just enough to make it splinter.
Ren caught his gaze- burning with fury.
I've got it handled. She tried to communicate with her eyes.
“Hey! Asshole. Did you not hear me?” The man yelled seemingly not noticing their non-verbal communication.
Charon turned his rage towards the man and growled- baring his teeth just a bit- then retreated with a huff back to his seat.
Ren shifted in her seat a bit. She loved when he bared his teeth, though she preferred when it was against her flesh. Focus Ren!
“Fucking shufflers,” Tony groaned as he readjusted in his booth and picked up his cards.
“Mmhmm,” Ren agreed through pursed lips. She fucking hated when people were crude to her ghoul. She should have let Charon smash the jerk’s nose in. The game continued on but Ren found it hard to keep up the ditsy act. It'd be one thing for him to insult her. But Charon- fuck. She wanted to throttle him for so much as scowling towards her man.
“Oh, look at that,” Ren hummed with thinly veiled irritation, “another win.”
She scooped the pile of caps quickly into her pocket as Tony gathered her cards.
“I'll be damned,” he smiled and returned her deck, “I think you play better than you let on.”
Ren forced out a laugh, “Beginner's luck.”
She then made to stand- to get the fuck out of there- but he grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down into her seat.
“Nah, darlin’, why don't you stay awhile.”
“Oh- uh- no thanks,” she muttered and shook his hand away, “Still got a delivery to make before nightfall, so I'll just be going.”
“Nonsense, I'll order you another drink. It's still mighty hot outside,”
“Thanks but I should really be on my way,” Ren slipped out of the booth and he stood to block her exit. This asshole.
“Why are you running, little bird? Another drink won't kill ya,” the man reached up to drag his knuckles across her cheek, “In fact you can spend the evening at my place. Nice and cool-”
He was cut off as Charon ripped the man’s hand from her face.
“Hands off,” the ghoul growled, his grip on Tony’s wrist tight enough to shatter it- his face contorted into displeased growl.
“Don't fuckin’ touch me, ghoul,” he spat and tried to wriggle out of his grip. Charon ignored his struggle and stared Ren down, waiting for instruction. Or permission.
She jerked her chin to the door. Let's get the fuck outta here.
“Don't make me throw you out!” The bartender called- his hand resting on the revolver on his hip. The entire bar was watching them now. So much for not making a scene.
Charon yanked Tony closer to threateningly hiss in his ear, “Keep your hands to yourself, smoothskin,” before dropping him unceremoniously to the floor.
“Uh- yeah. Anyway-” Ren coughed and scuffed her boot against the floor, “have yourself a nice day.”
She was out of the saloon a moment later, breathing in the arid air of the late afternoon. Charon was beside her instantly- arms crossed and chewing at the inside of his cheek.
“See?” She hummed as they set off, “easy peasy.”
The ghoul grumbled something intelligible.
“What was that? Couldn't hear you over the sound of me bein’ right!”
All he did was groan as they turned down an alleyway. Now, they just needed to find the general store, grab a few supplies, some water-
“Stop right there bitch!”
The pair spun around and Charon had his shotgun drawn in an instant. Down the alleyway was Tony with a shitty pistol aimed and an angry glower on his face.
“Think you could cheat me outta my money did ya?”
Charon shot her a glance. I told you so. He didn't even have to say it out loud. Like a broken record this one.
“Yeah, yeah,” she huffed at her ghoul before turning her attention back to her hit.
“Hey, listen man- not my fault you suck at Caravan. I won that pot fair and square,” she lied.
“The fuck you did. You probably had your pet zombie read my cards for ya.”
“Hey!” She barked, “Watch your fuckin’ mouth! Maybe if you weren't so busy eye-fuckin’ me you’d have played better!”
She caught Charon’s finger twitching at his trigger from the corner of her eye. Tony turned towards him- having noticed it as well.
“You'd better lower you gun ghoul or I'll have this whole fucking town on you.”
The two men stared each other down- neither of them willing to be the first to back off. Charon bared his teeth and she heard a quiet growl rumble deep in his chest.
Jesus. That sound alone was enough to make her panties wet. He needed to stop or she wouldn't be able to think straight.
She shook her head. Tony did have a point, she decided. They were severely outnumbered if he decided to call for backup.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Charon.”
It wasn't an order, but he lowered his weapon regardless with a frustrated puff of air from his nasal cavity.
“That’s more like it,” Tony grunted and dared to come closer, “Now- empty your pockets and we can just forget this ever happened.”
“Oh for-” Ren groaned, “For fuck's sake! Are you seriously robbing us?”
“Much like how you robbed me,” he waved his gun for dramatic effect, “C'mon birdie, now.”
Charon growled again- louder, “If you so much as point that gun at her I will-”
“Was I fuckin’ talkin’ to you?” Tony sneered, snapping his head towards Charon.
Perfect.
Ren took his brief moment of distraction to slam her boot directly into his crotch. He crumpled with an oof and Ren snatched his gun before it clattered to the ground.
It was pointed at his head with a click before he could even finish his groan.
“Alright, Tony, don’t do anything you’ll regret."
He just groaned again and slumped further to the ground.
Charon humphed and slung his shotgun over his back. He then crossed his arms and cocked his brow at her- waiting for her to do her thing.
“Now…” she breathed in sharply through her nose, “I think you owe my man here an apology.”
Tony and Charon scoffed incredulously at the same time.
“I mean it,” she hissed and pushed the gun closer to his skull. She wouldn’t actually shoot, not unprovoked, anyway- but he hadn’t called her other bluffs yet.
He just spat at Charon’s feet, “You fuckin’ him? Huh? You nasty bitch.”
She growled and fought the urge to kick him again. He just laughed, unhumorously, “And to think I almost stuck my dick in you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Ren rolled her eyes. Charon gave another long-suffering sigh from behind her.
“Can we wrap this up, smoothskin? I tire of this game.”
“You’re no fun,” she teased over her shoulder.
“Alright, Tony, here’s the deal- you empty your pockets and we can just forget this ever happened.” she parroted. The man scowled up at her. If looks could kill. But, to her delight, he did as he was told and dropped his junk to the ground.
A handful of caps, his letter, a canister of jet, and-
Paydirt.
Ren chuckled gleefully and picked up the brown pill bottle. She shook it next to her ear- at least two doses.
She cast a glance over her shoulder and tossed the bottle of Rad-X to Charon. He stared at it blankly before tucking it in his pocket and returning to his uninterested stance.
“That gonna put you in a better mood?” she joked with a flutter of her lashes. He frowned- hardly reacting to her generous gift. Only sauntered towards her and ducked his head.
“I do not fuck girls that misbehave,” he grumbled hotly against her ear. Ha. Now, that was a flat out lie. But the lewdness of his statement sent a shiver down her spine that coiled pleasantly in her stomach.
“You’re no fun,” she repeated, breathlessly, before unloading the pistol and tucking the bullets in her pocket. She then tossed the empty gun back to the unkempt man slumped before her.
“Alright Charon let’s get the fuck outta here.”
Tony groaned again, more irritated, as the pair turned to leave.
__________
The moon was high in the sky before they had found adequate shelter for the night. Even then it was only a collapsed mine entryway. But they were tired, thirsty, and drained from the long walk in the scorching sun- so it hardly mattered. Charon dropped his pack loudly once inside and had deemed it safe.
“Wait here,” he demanded, “And start a fire,” He tossed her his lighter and turned to leave.
“Demandin’,” she whispered with a scoff- but he had already slammed the gate closed behind him. When had he gotten so bossy?
She did as she was asked, regardless, even set up the rest of camp.
The ghoul returned nearly thirty minutes later with a dead molerat slung over his shoulder. He dropped the creature to the dirt without a word and crouched to start cutting meat off for her to cook. What a gentleman, she thought only half-sarcastically.
“Thank you Chare,” she cooed and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. At least they wouldn't be going hungry tonight. He grunted in response but chose to stay quiet despite her idle chatter as they cooked and ate.
“Made us eighty caps today,” she bragged when they settled down after dinner. She was sprawled across her bed mat with her hands behind her head.
“Mhmm.” The ghoul responded as he cleaned his shotgun on the other side of the fire.
“Told you it would work.”
“Mhmm.”
She huffed in irritation and sat up sharply.
“You pissy cuz he tried to rob us?”
“No.”
“No you ain’t pissy or no you ain’t pissy ‘bout that?”
He glared up at her from his task- his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.
“I am not mad because he tried to rob us. You could have handled that situation with your eyes closed.”
She bit back a smile. He had a way of complimenting her without being too forward. He was a bit of a ‘romantic’ in that way. She shook her head and grinned wickedly instead. Ren knew his buttons and boy did she love to push them.
“So what are you pissy about?”
Charon snarled and dropped his half assembled weapon. He stood and crossed their distance in two strides.
“I am pissy-” he growled and couched to her level, “Because he was touching you.”
The courier barked out a laugh and crossed her arms, “Oh c’mon. It’s nothin’ I can’t handle, big guy. If he tried anythin’ I would've broken his fingers.”
She found herself on her back in an instant- her wrists tucked into one of Charon’s large hands as he loomed over her. Her breath hitched in her throat as he leaned closer to her, his breath hot on her ear. Ren could have sworn her heart was about to beat out of her chest.
“He should not have been touching you at all- because you are mine.”
She could not help the sugary groan that escaped her lips without her consent. Mine. She shivered and crooked her head to try and meet his lips in sudden desperation to kiss him. He was so close to her and she couldn’t help but notice his knee planted between her legs. He always knew how to get her going, but this sudden possessive closeness made her head spin. The courier raised her hips to try and find sweet friction against him, but his other hand was on her in a moment- pressing her frustratingly back down to the mat.
“Please.” was all she could muster. Her body was on fire- her mind suddenly empty save for his intoxicating presence. Charon wasn’t much of a talker, and he certainly had trouble expressing his feelings. Even in their most intimate moments he couldn’t just be a normal guy and tell her he loved her.
Which was okay, of course. Ren knew that her ghoul had a hard life- those feelings of love or romance would not come as easy to him as they did to her. He showed his affection in other ways- always in private, though. And usually beneath the sheets.
And she could be patient. At least with that, anyway.
But this. Wow. He might as well have gotten down on one knee and proposed like men did in those prewar magazines she read. And it turned her on.
She whined and wiggled against his hold on her. He was everything to her and she needed him now.
Charon huffed and pulled back a bit to look at her with disdain, “I told you, I do not fuck girls who misbehave.”
Ren threw her head back with a pout and tried her best to form a sentence, "I'll be good,” she mewled desperately.
“You have not been.”
“I’m sorry. He was an ass. But- it uh- was still better than last time, right?”
Charon hummed deep and disapproving in his chest before letting go of her wrists and letting his hand travel infuriatingly slow down to curl against her neck. He didn’t squeeze but she knew he felt her swallow hard regardless. She searched his eyes- pleading for him to rip her clothes off, but he wouldn't meet her gaze.
“That is not the point, smoothskin.”
Then he was off her in a moment to go and sit back in his spot. He lit up his last remaining cigarette and got back to work assembling his gun without so much as looking at her.
Ren breathed heavily and tried not to cry in frustration. She was desperate to feel him on her again. He was such a fucking tease- but she always got what she wanted in the end. She sat up and glared over at him with a pout.
Then as she was watching him over the fire realization struck her.
Oh. Oooh.
“Wait,” she crossed her arms in disbelief, “You are upset because I was flirting with him?”
Charon scoffed but didn’t look up at her. The notion was ridiculous. Charon, jealous? But she couldn’t help but notice the way his jaw ticked and how he refused to look her in the eye.
“Aw, Chare. Charon,” She pleaded, “C’mon- it was just an act. You know that. You know you are the only guy for me.”
It was silent for a long moment before he clicked his gun into place and set it by his bag. He looked at her with a frown.
“Do I?”
Ren felt her heart clench. Had she not made that abundantly clear? She wanted him. And only him. They traveled everywhere together. He had seen her more intimately than any other person in her life. Hell, she hardly let him out of bed most days. She frowned and watched him smoke. What could she even say to convince him otherwise?
“Prove it.” He said bluntly as if he read her mind. So she crawled over to him and placed herself in his lap. Straddling his waist she slowly ran her hands up his arms and neck to cup his face. She placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth even as the smoke threatened to choke her out.
“Charon. From the moment you handed me your contract you were the only one for me.”
She kissed him again. Then again, and again-
“Take your clothes off.”
The order seemed to come from nowhere- but she was on her feet in an instant to rip her clothes off her body before trying to settle back down in his lap. Charon shook his head and she stood back up with a pout. He let his eyes rake over her exposed flesh as he ashed his cigarette. Hunger- she knew that look. Ren whined softly in the back of her throat and squeezed her thighs together. She loved when he looked at her like that, it set her on fire and she was struggling to maintain her dignity. But she had proven nothing yet.
Her patience quickly wore thin as he did nothing but watch her as he finished smoking.
She whined louder and stomped her foot, “Let me touch you, please?”
He seemed to consider it as he stumped his cigarette and flicked it away.
“Why?”
“Why? Ugh. Because I want to?” What a silly question. He shook his head and crossed his arms.
“Tell me, specifically, why you wish to touch me.”
Ren resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had to find reasons not to touch him. He was so strong and muscular, and smelled so manly, he was safe and warm, and she never slept so well as she did wrapped in his arms. And the sex. She bit her lip as she thought about that, primal, hungry, intimate. He was a master at listening to her body- knew exactly what to do to make her eyes roll back and-
“Tell me.” He reiterated with a bit of a growl, “I see your mind turning, smoothskin. Use your words.”
She sank to her knees and crawled towards him. She pulled at his boot laces to remove them as she thought about how to articulate the mess in her head.
“It would be faster to tell you all the reasons why I shouldn't touch you,” she shucked off a boot haphazardly before reaching for the other, “like keepin’ my hands to myself while we are in public or if we are dealin’ with hostiles.”
She shook her head and smiled, “You are irresistible when you are in your element, ya know.”
He huffed as if unimpressed and she pulled back his sock just slightly to kiss at his ankle before replacing it.
“You ‘member that one time we accidentally stumbled into a raider camp and I insisted we could take ‘em so you hefted me over your shoulder and got us the fuck outta Dodge?”
He nodded once to show he was listening. She chuckled and ran her hands up his legs pausing to squeeze his muscular thighs.
“I wanted to be mad at ya, but it was too damn hot. Masterbaitin’ material for weeks.”
Charon huffed again and she could have sworn she saw his mouth twitch into a smile. She hummed happily and crawled back into his lap fueled with some confidence.
“But, it don't matter how hot or strong you are,” she laid her head on his shoulder and breathed him in deeply, “I wanna touch ya because I am homesick.”
She waved her hand as she tried to explain, “Yeah, yeah, we have a physical home in Megaton that I miss, sure. But Megaton can be…” she searched for the right word, “suffocatin’. But you, Charon. You are my home- my touchstone.”
The ghoul hummed low in his chest and ran his hand up her back softly, almost sweetly, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back.
It wasn't enough to hurt but she gasped regardless and gripped his shoulders for support.
“Convincing,” he said simply, “But I am not satisfied …yet.”
She whined and wiggled on his lap- pleasantly surprised to find him hardening beneath her.
“Up.” He demanded bluntly and she obliged albeit with a pout. She wanted to stay in his lap and grind mindlessly into him.
Ren stood and rested her hands on her hips. She tried to bite back her smugness as he also stood and devoured her with his eyes.
“Charon.” She begged as he gripped her waist and pulled her into him. He was so warm and her mind was clouded with desire. He brought his face to hers and she eagerly captured his lips into a kiss but he growled against hers instead.
“Convincing, maybe,” he repeated, “but perhaps I need to prove how you belong to me.”
She nodded and groaned against his lips, pressing her body closer to him.
“Yeah-yes- please. Show me.”
He pushed her back to arms length to retrieve the bottle of Rad-X from his pocket.
“Open,” he demanded as he tapped a pill into his hand. Ren did as she was told and stuck her tongue out for him to place it on. As he did she gripped his wrist to keep him in place so she could swirl her tongue around his fingers and release them with a pop.
That earned her a pleased grunt and the courier would do just about anything to hear those sounds of approval.
So she dropped to her knees and began to eagerly remove his belt. She was stopped when he placed a firm hand on her forehead.
“Impatient” he scolded with a tut.
“Please,” she begged- looking up at him through her lashes, “lemme prove it to you.”
He seemed to consider it for a moment before removing his hand and dropping it back to his side. Ren smiled brightly and got back to work removing his belt, tossing it aside, and hastily shoving his pants down to his thighs.
Charon didn't typically let her go down on him- and how could she argue with his face pressed between her thighs?
But she had something to prove.
She bit her lip and reached for his half-stiff cock to slip into her mouth. He groaned at the contact and slipped his hand back into her hair. Ren in turn hummed happily and took him till her nose hit his pelvis. She couldn't normally do that- and as he hardened in her mouth she had to pull off to cough and catch her breath. It didn't deter her from trying again and lapping her tongue greedily along his warped flesh.
He groaned deeper and gripped her hair tighter- a good sign. So she licked and laved and drooled on him as if his cock were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
“Stop.”
She pulled back with a wet pop, a web of drool still connecting them. She frowned, was she doing something wrong? But as the courier looked up she saw he was breathing heavily and his eyes were squeezed shut. She wiped the drool from her mouth and tried unsuccessfully to hide her cocky smile.
“Up.” he growled in an attempt to maintain his decorum- but she was onto him now and was about to get exactly what she wanted. She rose to her feet and without a word he shoved her body against the mine wall. The cool stone was pleasant against her flushed cheek and she arched her back out to rub her ass wantonly against him.
Charon gripped her hips tightly and rested his hard cock against her. Then, with a kick of his foot he widened her stance. The cool air bit at her thighs where her arousal dripped like honey. Ren let out a needy sigh. She loved when he manhandled her and he knew it.
“Charon,” she begged and clawed at the wall. She was going to explode if she had to wait a moment longer. The ghoul leaned forward- the hot expanse of his torso against her back.
“Mine,” he breathed into her ear, his voice dripping with lust, “do you understand that?”
“Yes,” she may as well have said in prayer and turned her head to try and kiss him. He was having none of it as he wrapped an arm around her chest and kept her firmly pinned to the rock.
Ren mewled as he ran his hand down her stomach and between her legs. Two of his fingers traced her dripping slit.
He huffed a satisfied sound, “All for me.”
She tried to voice her agreement but her words caught in her throat and came out as a strangled groan as he lightly circled her clit with his thumb.
Then his fingers were gone and she could have cried.
“Please!” She whined and wiggled her hips against him, “Charon!”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me!”
“Beg.”
The order was given in a low growl that reverberated down her spine to settle as a taut coil in her stomach. It made her whimper again and claw harder at the wall.
“Charon- I need you,” the words fell shamelessly from her lips, “Please- fuck- Show me how much I belong to you. I'm yours! Take me-”
Her breath left her lungs with a punched-out sound as he fully sheathed himself in one fluid motion. She groaned and leaned her forehead against the cool rock in an attempt to ground herself. His hand gripped her hips tighter and she heard him let out a slow breath. Ren whimpered as she felt him move slowly- his breath warm and possessive on her neck. It was euphoria. She used to be able to go weeks, months, without sex or physical intimacy. But since she and Charon decided life was too short to not take life by the reins- she found her tolerance for such waits to be entirely too low. The courier’s sex drive combined with his desire to please was a guaranteed recipe for an entire day beneath the sheets.
However, the last few weeks found them far from home- running short on supplies and caps. Things like Rad-X were no longer a luxury, much to Ren’s dismay. And Charon was steadfast when it came down to it. It was too dangerous, he’d claim. She knew he worried about her health but it was frustrating nonetheless.
But this. It was everything she needed. She had not been lying earlier- she was homesick. And her ghoul’s grip and his body pressed behind her soothed that intimacy she so desperately needed.
Ren gasped louder as he picked up his pace causing the cave to echo with the sound of their flesh. He tightened his hold on her and pressed his mouth wetly to her lobe.
“You are mine,” he repeated in a growl sounding half feral, “Mine to touch-”
Thrust.
“Mine to admire.”
Thrust.
“Mine to fuck.”
She felt a shutter run through her body as her orgasm quickly threatened to push her off the edge. She loved his sinfully dirty mouth. He was always so quiet and standoffish to everyone- but the lewd things he uttered to her in the heat of the moment were enough to make her blush. A debauched moan was all she could respond with.
“Use your words, smoothskin. Who do you belong to?”
“Y-uh-y-you!” she gasped, his hips forceful enough to lift her heels from the floor.
“Who? Say my name.”
“Charon!”
He growled a satisfied sound and picked up his pace again. It was a miracle she could speak at all. Ren sucked in air as she felt her body stiffen and her cunt grip tightly around him.
“I know you are close,” He huffed- his voice husky, “I want you to say my name when you cum. Do you understand me?”
She felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. It was too much. Too many sensations. Too many vulgar demands in her ear.
“Ren.”
“Uh-huh!” she managed to breathe out. Her legs were shaking and threatened to give out at any moment. Not that that would stop either of them, she suspected.
“Now.” he demanded in a tone that left no room to argue.
Her body complied automatically with the order and clenched around him in a white hot display of fireworks. She cried his name as she spasmed around him and shook in his tight grasp.
He left her no room to recover from her earth shattering orgasm as he continued his unforgiving pace. Ren sucked in a greedy breath and her vision spotted with overstimulation. A gravelly moan slipped from her lips and her legs melted beneath her. Charon ripped his hand from her hip to scoop around her abdomen and keep her in place.
His breath was ragged and hot in her ear and she could feel the tell-tale stutter in his thrusts. His downfall was all too arousing for her and an intense orgasm rocked her body a second time without warning. She cried out and gripped at the stone.
“Charon!”
The ghoul sunk his teeth into the side of her neck and her cry died in her throat with a squeak. She knew he could feel her rapid pulse on his tongue.
His moan was stifled against her flesh as he finished inside of her. Charon grunted through his teeth as his cock twitched violently. He pulled her closer to him like he was trying to bury himself in her.
Ren hummed a pleased but hoarse sigh.
The two remained where they were for a long moment as they caught their breath. His teeth were no longer sunk into her throat but he remained there as he breathed heavily- her skin wet from where there was bound to be a possessive bruise. Ren was floating in a cloud of bliss and found herself ready to nod off, wrapped in his arms, when he sighed and pressed a featherlight kiss to the mark.
The ghoul stood up fully and took a step back- taking her in his arms with him. She let out another contented sigh and reached a shaky hand up to curl over his. This was perfect. She couldn't help but melt into him as he placed soft kisses up her neck and in her wild hair. It was moments like this where she wondered what she loved more- sex with her ghoul, or being tucked in his arms in an uncommon display of tenderness.
“I’m sorry…” he breathed quietly into her hair. Ren tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder and cock an eyebrow at him.
“For making me see the face of God?” she snorted drowsily. He shook his head and helped her back to her bed roll. She tried to tug him to lay down but he pulled his arm away. Instead he retrieved his canteen before sitting down next to her. The ghoul popped the cap and offered it to her- she drank sparingly.
“All of it,” he grunted and tipped the bottle to her lips with his finger, “you have lost too many fluids.”
Ren complied then shot him a roguish smile, but he merely frowned.
“What is’t big guy?” she asked and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I apologize for allowing my emotions get the better of me,” he sighed again and locked his gaze on the darkening mark on her neck.
“Don’t apologize for that,” she tutted with a wicked grin, “I liked it. Really liked it.”
“No,” he replied and ran his thumb across her cheek, “I was out of place. You are my misstress-”
“Charon,” she stopped him abruptly. She hated that shit. He waved her off.
“Ren, Listen. You are my mistress. I cannot possess you- you are not mine.”
He kissed her softly before she could retaliate, and her displeased words died on his lips.
“I cannot tell you what to do…” He grumbled lowly, burying his face against her neck, “you can bat your eyes at whoever you desire.”
“Charon,” she cooed and ran her hand through his fiery red hair, “You stupid man.”
He turned his face to cock an eyebrow in question at her. How he could be so talented and such an idiot at the same time stumped her. If he just wanted reassurance that she wanted him, only him- all he had to do was ask. Doofus.
“There is somethin’ you forget about with your contract- it’s mine. You are mine. But that bond goes both ways,” she wiggled her finger between the two of them for emphasis, “I’m yours as much as you are mine. That’s how it works”
He scoffed, rolled on to his back and crossed his arms behind his head.
“I do not think your logic holds up.”
She started- ready to bite his head off. He must have seen something in her eyes because he submitted immediately.
“Okay. Okay,” He held up a hand in mock defeat, “I am convinced, smoothskin.”
A smile curved onto his lips and Ren relaxed.
“Good,” she huffed and tucked herself into his side. They laid in companionable silence for a long while, letting the fire dwindle and die next to them- the soothing rasp of his breathing easing her to sleep.
“I promise no more scams,” she whispered drowsily. She was quickly submitting to her exhaustion, but clung to the peaceful moment not ready for it to end.
“You are too good to me,” he rumbled softly and threaded his fingers into her hair. It was enough for her to finish melting and her dreams claimed her.