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The first time they fuck, it’s rough. Months of built-up tension finally breaking through the dam. There’s no foreplay involved. Just Hancock shoving Nora face-first into the nearest wall, getting their pants down, and getting his cock inside her cunt.
She’s still wet enough that it doesn’t hurt.
He bites and sucks at her neck. Thrusts into her hard and fast. She pushes her ass into his hips, begging for more. His thumb on her clit sends her spiraling. Then he’s growling in her ear as he cums, filling her with his hot, sticky seed.
“One time deal,” she says afterwards, already buttoning her pants back up.
Hancock is only half listening. Enjoying a cigarette and the high of the best sex he’s had in a long time.
“Whatever ya say, Sunshine.”
The second time, the focus is strictly on Nora. She’s fuming over damage done to one of the settlements and Hancock decides to be bold. Brushes her hair aside and starts kissing along her neck. Much to his surprise, she instantly melts into him.
“Do I keep goin’ or…no?” he checks because he won’t touch her further without explicit permission.
“Keep going,” she says, already breathless.
He grins against her heated skin. Spins her around, getting her pants down before sitting her on a nearby wooden crate. He hooks one leg over his shoulder as he brings his mouth to her folds. He strokes his tongue along her slit and she covers her mouth with her hand. At that, he pushes his tongue into her cunt. She gasps as he laps at her inner walls, squirming and twitching her hips. He places his rough hands on her thighs to keep her mostly in place as he devours her.
Even when she’s trying not to be, she’s still so responsive. Her free hand is clasping at his shoulder, her nails digging into his marred skin even through his clothes. It fuels him. He pulls his tongue from her cunt, replacing it with a single finger. Then his tongue focuses on her clit. She groans loudly. The sound practically vibrates throughout his body. He pushes a second digit into her, scissoring his fingers as he sucks at the swollen bud. Her thighs are quivering as she pushes her hips into his face.
She holds her breath as she cums.
“I’m sure you expect me to return the favour now.” It’s more of a statement than it is a question. Nora is looking at him with curious eyes. Expectant, even.
“That ain’t necessary,” Hancock says despite the tightness in his pants.
“I’m not typically a one-sided lover.”
“Well, good thing we ain’t lovers, then, so it don’t matter.”
She quirks an eyebrow at him. At his bluntness. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“It’s fine.” A pause. “For the record, though,” he goes on, wanting to ease the sudden tension, “you can touch me whenever ya like, sister. In any sense.”
Now she rolls her eyes at him as he grins.
The third time they cross that line, Hancock wakes up from a chem-induced sleep to Nora’s mouth around his hardened shaft. He groans at the sight, and she releases him, much to his dismay.
“Good morning,” she says ever so sweetly.
“Sure is.”
Her mouth returns to his cock without another word. She bobs her head up and down the length of it, swirling her tongue around. It traces every scar and vein. He reaches for her, taking a fistful of hair. She hums in approval and, suddenly, his cock is down her tight throat. He groans again, louder, unable to remember where they even are. A settlement? Some makeshift camp? He doesn’t give a shit.
“You should use your mouth like this more often,” he grits out. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She pulls nearly all the way off him, stopping to suckle at his leaking tip. He lets her for a moment before pulling her back down on him. She hums around her mouthful and his entire body shudders. He’s close. Has enough sense to release his hold on her hair.
“I’m almost there,” he murmurs.
She doesn't pull off him like he thought she would. Instead, she hollows her cheeks and starts sucking. He hisses and grunts, unable to stop himself from rutting his hips into her face. He squeezes his eyes shut as he feels his cock throbbing. It pulses and he spills into her mouth. She still doesn’t pull away, but she does stop moving. Rests and swallows around him.
He feels like he came for hours.
Once he can keep his eyes open again, he looks down at her. She seems completely satisfied with herself. She moves to lay next to him and he reaches for her. Forces his thumb past her lips to get her mouth open. Hell, she truly did swallow him.
His arm drops down, searching for his pack. “Rad—Radaway…”
She presses her lips together, barely containing her grin. “What makes you think I didn’t already take a Rad-X?”
He growls. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death o’ me.”
It’s his near-death that prompts the fourth instance.
They’re infiltrating yet another raider base. Hancock moves in with his shotgun, up close and personal. Meanwhile, Nora stays back with her sniper rifle. Even in the middle of his own firefight, he still keeps track whenever she takes a scavver out.
After the last lowlife finally goes down, he holsters his gun to start looting. He barely takes a step when he hears her rifle go off once more in the distance. Feels the bullet breeze past his cheek, just under the rim of his hat. He turns to see a mutated mutt—with a bullet hole in its head—falling dead to the ground mid-jump. The thing hadn’t even touched him.
He tracks the trajectory of the bullet to track her. Meets her halfway to getting to him. Doesn’t let her take another step. Practically knocks her over, causing her to yelp.
“What the fuck—?”
“Pants off.”
She doesn’t argue, letting him roughly fuck her into the dirt.
“You’re welcome,” she says afterwards while they’re trying to catch their breath.
Once they’re put back together, Hancock lights a cigarette. Before he can do anything, Nora steals it from him, takes a long drag, and then gives it back. She blows the smoke directly in his face, and he can’t help but breathe it in, inhaling deeply. And the smirk she gives him…
He almost knocks her to the ground all over again to make it five. Except he has more self-control than that. Somehow.
Their fun times stop for a while. Nora has made it to the Institute and drags Nicky along for most of her tasks dealing with them. Hancock tries not to feel petty over it. Not like she’s obligated to take him with her everywhere, after all. It’s just…
Every place he goes to feels empty when he’s on his own now.
“You’re fallin’ for the Vaultie, Boss,” Fahrenheit calls him out.
He scoffs. “I ain’t fallin’ for shit.”
“Oh, please. You haven’t stopped watchin’ that door since she dropped you off here like some abandoned puppy.”
“Shove off.” And he removes himself from the balcony.
Nora tracks Hancock down to the Third Rail once she’s back in Goodneighbor. That’s the actual fifth time. He pulls her into the VIP room, and she rides his cock until they’ve both cum at least three times. Until there’s a mess between their thighs and on their clothes, and there’s no way in hell they’re walking out of here with any decency. Without everyone knowing exactly what they had been doing. He’s not even sure Nora is walking out at all with the way her knees are shaking against his thighs.
“Well, so much for one time deal, huh?” he speaks into her heated skin, licking the salt off her neck.
“Shut up.” She’s still breathless, chest heaving. “These ruts don’t mean anything.”
He bites his tongue.
Nora leaves and returns to Goodneighbor a few different times after that. Barely speaks with Hancock whenever she is around town. So, he leaves her be. Lets her do her own thing. After all, what does he care? Tch. He doesn’t care. And he’ll keep telling himself that until he believes it.
He catches her staring once. She’s always quick to look away when she realises that she’s been caught. He could’ve sworn he knew that look, though.
Longing.
The sixth time is different. Nora sneaks into Hancock’s room. Slips into bed with him and presses herself to his side. He rolls over and wraps his arms around her. She kisses him, and that’s a first. It’s deep and sensual but there’s no urgency behind it. There’s no rush. He tangles his hand in her hair, relishing the taste of her. She makes soft, pleasant sounds each time their lips break apart. They don’t stay apart for long.
Eventually, she works her hand into his trousers. Strokes his hardened member. He grunts, bucking into her. Has the wherewithal to somehow push his pants down to at least his thighs. It’s good because she strokes him until he cums, making a mess.
He sits up to undress fully. Undresses Nora at the same time. Then the hand that had been wrapped around his shaft—the one with sticky fingers from his spend—moves to her core. She spreads his cum around her folds. Pushes two filthy fingers into her cunt. He watches, mesmerised by her actions.
Next thing he knows, she’s pulling him towards her again. He lay beside her, pressing his knee between her legs. She makes herself cum grinding against his thigh. His name—John—falls from between her lips.
“I love you,” he breathes into the minimal space between them.
Time comes to a standstill, almost as if he had taken a hit of Jet. Shit. She’s going to tell him to fuck off. To never speak to her again. To never even look at her again. And he can’t blame her. Nobody wants a ghoul around for any sentimental reasons. Why would she be any different? Especially after she said it herself that this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex. Stress relief.
“Then make love to me, John.”
And just like that, his world stops falling apart. He settles between her legs, spread open for him. Guides his tip to her entrance and carefully eases himself into her. Doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. He drops to his elbows on either side of her shoulders. She wraps her arms around him. Kisses his cheek, his ear, his jaw, down his neck. She presses her body up into his and he takes that as a hint to start moving. Rolls his hips in a slow grind, causing her to whimper and whine.
“That’s it, John,” she breathes. “Oh, just like that… Don’t stop…”
He growls softly. “Anythin’ for you.” She stutters on her laugh as he grinds just a little harder against her. “You’re so wet. Always so wet for me, ain’t that right? I always make ya feel so damn good, don’t I?”
“Yes…”
“That’s why ya keep comin’ back for more.”
“It’s not the only reason.”
He can’t help but groan at that implication. Moves his hips a little faster. She moves against him, in tandem. By this point, he knows when she’s getting close. Can tell she’s close now. He is, too, for that matter. And the way her inner walls squeeze around him is enough to send him over the edge; he empties into her fluttering cunt. Her contracting walls pull even more seed from him as she follows him over that precipice, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist to keep him close.
She’s breathing hot on his neck. He turns his head to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Slowly but surely, it becomes less urgent. Less desperate. Lazy presses of their lips as they learn to breathe again.
She stretches her legs out but he’s not quite ready to leave her warmth yet. So, he rolls them over, staying buried inside her as he pulls her on top of him. She lay along his body, resting her head on his chest. He threads his fingers through her sweat-damp hair.
“What’s the other reason?” he dares to ask.
She hums. “I’ve been telling myself for months now that there isn’t anything meaningful between us. Trying to convince myself,” she starts. “There are so many unknowns in this Wasteland… I’m terrified of getting close to someone. I lost my husband and I’m not sure I could go through that pain again. Better yet, I just never thought I would actually meet someone else who could make me feel the same way my husband did.” She lifts her head, turning to rest her chin on him now. “Then I met you.”
Holy hell. “For the record, I ain’t ever been the relationship type,” he says. “A good, nasty fling here and there, sure, but committin’ to one person?” He shakes his head against the pillow. “Nah, not for me. Ain’t my style. And for the same reason. It’s easy to lose people in this Wasteland. So, why bother gettin’ attached?”
She lets out a soft sigh. “Exactly.”
“I meant it, though,” he goes on. “Against my better judgement, I fell for ya. And I ain’t askin’ ya to reciprocate or nothin’ but—”
“I do.” She bites her lower lip. “Against my better judgement…I love you, too.”
He clears his throat. “That lapse says more about you than it does me.”
She laughs at this, but it sounds wet. Almost as if she’s trying not to cry. “Just… We don’t have to make it official or any of that bullshit. I guess I just wanna know that you’ll always be here. Not necessarily for me but like—”
“I’ll be here for ya, Sunshine,” he says. “There’s always gonna be an open spot in my bed. For sleeping’ or for havin’ fun or whatever.”
She swallows hard. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t.”
She surges forward to kiss him. And kissing leads to another round of love making. Even slower than the first but the orgasms are just as powerful.
“There’s no one else, by the way,” Nora says once she’s redressed. “No one else that I’ve been…hooking up with, I mean.”
“Oh.” Hancock clears his throat. “Yeah, uh… No one else for me, too.”
She nods her head. “Okay.”
A pause. “And it’ll stay that way.”
“No, you don’t have to—”
“I want it to stay that way.”
He can tell she’s holding back a smile. “Okay.”
Nora stays the rest of the night, but she’s gone by the time Hancock wakes up. He lay in bed, staring at the empty space beside him, trying to figure out if it had only been a dream. He lets out a heavy sigh and forces himself out of bed. Takes a hit from the inhaler at his bedside. Enjoys the high for a few brief seconds.
“Up and at ‘em,” he mutters to himself.
He exits the Old State House with plans of going directly to the Third Rail. Except he spots Nora coming out of Daisy’s shop. She spots him, as well, and smiles.
“Oh, good. You ready to head out?”
“I—I thought—”
“What? You thought I’d left?” She shakes her head. “Sorry to disappoint, but you’re stuck with me now.”
He grins. “Ain’t nothin’ disappointin’ ‘bout that.”
And just like that, they go from companions to partners. Just like that, Hancock can see his future. And she’s dressed in a blue vault suit.
Heh. Sometimes.