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Cooper gives a few slow claps as he approaches Lucy’s trembling form after she takes out the final ghoul. The King. He’s impressed with her; he can’t lie about that. He’s not so sure she’ll share that sentiment once the drugs wear off. They’re just ghouls. Well, he’ll just have to remind her.
“Helluva show, Miss MacLean.”
She whips her head around. The fire in her eyes hasn’t been doused, and he fears he knows that look. Can’t get another word in before she’s dropping her gun and reaching. Grabbing the lapels of his duster and stumbling back until she collides with one of the old vehicles—the one with the inside covered in ghoul blood—taking him with her. He grabs her waist, pushing his thigh between her legs without giving it a second thought. She immediately starts grinding against him, looking for any amount of friction.
“Is that a hint of desperation I sense?”
Lucy gasps as if she hadn’t been breathing for the last sixty or so seconds. Moves her hands, clasping them at the nape of his neck as she continues working herself against his thigh. Arousal isn’t typically a side effect of Buffout, but he can’t say he’s complaining about the outcome. Not with this view in front of him. Her eyes are closed, brow furrowed, bottom lip caught between her perfect teeth as she concentrates on using him. He moves a hand, ghosting it up her clothed body and taking hold of her ponytail. He tugs, elongating her neck and exposing the smooth skin. She lets out a goddamn whimper, rutting even harder against him.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Let out all that pent up energy. It’s only good for killin’ and fuckin’, after all.” He pulls the glove on his left hand off. Swipes his thumb along her chin, collecting one of the droplets of blood there before then bringing his thumb to mouth and licking it off. “So good.”
Her eyes shoot open with a point-blank look of pure lust that’s aimed directly at him. He growls low in the back of his throat. She must have heard it, her eyes fluttering shut again. “Oh, f-fudge…”
Cooper leans forward, licking a stripe up the column of her neck. Tasting her sweat. He swears, between her arousal and the friction, she’s burning through her suit. He wants to touch her, but he’s curious just how far she’s willing to go. He’s sure she’ll return to her senses as soon as she’s done.
“C’mon, Vaultie, I can feel how wet you are through all these layers,” he murmurs against her heated skin. “Why don’t you go ahead and cum for me already?”
The next sound out of her mouth is a pitiful whine. Her hips stutter as he feels the rest of her body seizing up. His teeth lightly graze over her racing pulse, but he never bites down. He doesn’t pull away until her body sags against the car. He turns his head, watching her catch her breath. He’s not sure why he hasn’t moved away from her yet. He should. Being this close is dangerous. Stupid. They’re just ghouls. And that’s all he is, as well. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, maybe less to her.
“Feel better?” Cooper checks. He watches her expression closely. Waits for the reality of what just happened to dawn on her. Except she shakes her head, and he scoffs. “No?”
“Let’s have sex,” she breathes.
He chuckles. “Ain’t gonna happen.”
She fucking pouts. “Why not?”
“Why? ‘Cause those are the dugs talkin’, that’s why.”
“And I thought you liked what they were saying. Plus, you said it yourself that this energy is only good for killing and fudg—fucking.”
A spike of arousal shoots down his spine at Lucy’s use of that word. The way it rolled off her tongue. Smooth as her own skin. He shakes it off. Shakes his head. “Not this, darlin’. You ain’t know—”
“I do know. I want it. I want you.”
“Have you forgotten who you’re talkin’ to? I’m just a ghoul, remember? Like them there ya just killed without any reservations.”
Oh, Cooper hates how that comment of hers stung so goddamn much. Hates how charged the air is between them. Even after Lucy had already finished against his thigh.
“Please, you’re not the same as them.”
“Ain’t I?” He leans forward, licking along the shell of her ear before nipping it. “I’d enjoy eatin’ ya just as much, only I’m in control o’ my urges.”
She huffs. One hand drops to the obvious bulge in his trousers. “Like this urge?”
He can’t help the way he growls. The way his hips press into hers, on instinct. “Now, that’s a dirty play, darlin’.”
“Have sex with me.”
He pulls back to look at her again. It’s at this point he realises she’s somehow managed to work the buttons open on his vest. Nimble little fingers considering one of them is dead. “You askin’ or demandin’?”
“I’m requesting.”
The finger he took from Lucy twitches inside the leather glove. It’s a bad idea—terrible—and he knows it. Hell, the moment should’ve passed by now. Truth be told, it’s only been building since she bit his finger off and he witnessed her covered in his blood. The same blood that’s still staining the shirt beneath her Vault suit.
“Ridin’ my thigh wasn’t enough for ya?”
“Not nearly enough.”
Tch. Selfish little killer. “And what happens after?” Cooper asks, because maybe if he keeps them talking the adrenaline will fizzle out completely. “Y’know, when you regret it?”
“I won’t.”
He hums. Almost believes her. “Maybe we should revisit this conversation once you come down from the drugs. I don’t want them to be the reason you want this.” And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? That makes it sound like he’s been wanting—
“Well, good thing I don’t want you because of the drugs. The drugs are just giving me the confidence to finally—” She presses her lips together. Huh. So, Lucy has qualms about these feelings of desire, as well. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it and I’ll let go,” she then says. “I’ll back off and we can pretend this never happened. We don’t ever have to bring it up ever again.”
That sure as shit would be the easy way out. It would also be a lie because Cooper has thought about her. How could he not? And her little killing spree just now didn’t help his cause. Nor does the fact that he let her get herself off on his fucking thigh.
That was his second mistake. The first mistake was giving her more fucking drugs.
He lifts a hand, daring to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The same one his teeth had been on just moments ago, though it already feels like eons ago. She closes her eyes, leaning into the touch. Into his hand. When she opens her eyes to look at him again, the fire is still there, burning just as bright.
“You let me use you,” she goes on, voice soft. “Now use me.”
Oh, that’s not fair. That’s really playing dirty. And it’s exactly what needed to be said.
Cooper works her suit open, somehow managing not to rip it in his careless effort to get it out of the fucking way. He yanks it down Lucy’s body before turning her around and slamming her against the hood of the car. She gasps from the force, trying to push herself up on her hands, but he keeps her pressed down with his hands at her shoulders.
“Don’t you move unless I tell ya to,” he grits out.
He spreads her legs open as wide as they’ll go with her suit wedged around her knees. He takes his gloved hand to pull his cock from his trousers while his other hand plays with her swollen clit. Once he’s free of his constraints, he pushes his cock between her thighs. She’s dripping from her first orgasm, and he uses her slick to coat himself. To assist with the slide. Rubs against her slit teasingly. He shouldn’t be doing this. Not while she has drugs in her system but, fuck, he’s weaker than he cares to admit. Besides, she advanced him first. She begged him even. And he’s been putting up with her bullshit, so why shouldn’t he grant himself this one pleasure? He’s earned it.
He pulls back. Lines his cockhead up with her entrance. To do so, Cooper lifts her hips off the car, which also lifts her feet off the ground. Then he slides right in, bottoming out in one single thrust. He bites back a groan at the way her cunt immediately clenches around him. Goddamn, this is a drug in and of itself. Lucy is a drug. This was a bad idea because now he’s not going to want to stop. He’s going to want to take her again and again and again, and he can’t have her. Not like that. He’s earned this, sure, but he doesn’t actually deserve her. He’s just a ghoul. And she’s—
“Please,” she suddenly gasps out. “Please move.”
“What d’ya want me to do?”
“I want you to move.”
“Try again, Miss MacLean.” He squeezes her waist. “How should I use this energy?”
She falls mostly silent, aside from little gasps of breath as she squirms below him. He softly caresses the curve of her lower back as he waits.
“Well?” he goads.
“To fuck me,” she finally answers. “Please, fuck me.”
“Atta girl.”
Cooper does fuck her. He keeps her hips raised and pounds into her, spearing her on his cock with every pump of his hips. He leans back just enough to watch the way Lucy’s cunt spasms. The way it stretches open and sucks him in. As if she never wants to let go. He growls low in the back of his throat because now he never wants to let go.
“You’re takin’ my cock so well, darlin’,” he starts. “Feel so fuckin’ good wrapped around me. Should’ve talked ya into takin’ drugs sooner if it meant—” Huh. He stops that trail of thought because it’s treacherous. If it meant this could’ve happened before now. Except it shouldn’t be happening. This is a one-time deal. Afterwards, they’ll do as she said before and never bring it up again. “Should’ve known you were desperate to be fucked,” he then says instead.
“Please, please, please…”
“What d’ya want, darlin’?”
“I wanna cum.”
“You already had one. Why should I let you go again? ‘Sides, you told me to use you and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Cooper tugs her ass that much closer to him, allowing his cock to penetrate that much deeper into her cunt. “Don’t mean that includes givin’ you a second orgasm.”
Lucy is struggling to meet his thrusts. “No, no, please. I wanna cum with you. I wanna cum on your cock while you cum inside me.”
He lets out another growl, louder this time. “Those are the drugs talkin’.”
“And they’re right. Listen to them. They know what they’re talking about. Please…”
She’s practically sobbing. When he pulls out of her, the next sound that falls from her lips is that of pure anguish.
He smacks her ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He yanks her off the car, shoving her to the ground. Pushes her face first into the dirt with his gloved hand at the nape of her neck, holding her down. She wriggles her ass and he slaps it again. “Hold still.”
She listens, allowing him to bury his cock back inside her waiting cunt. She groans in relief as he starts pumping in and out of her at a punishing pace. Cooper leans over her, reaching his free hand to where they’re joined. He thumbs at her clit, now causing her to whimper. Fuck. Every sound she makes is pure fucking music to his ruined ears. He hasn’t touched himself in decades but now he’s going to touch himself thinking of her for the rest of his godforsaken existence. He’s going to dream of this view in front of him until the radiation eats away at his memories.
“Oh, I’m so close,” Lucy chokes into the dirt.
“Did I say you could cum again?”
“Please. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”
She called his bluff, so he pinches her clit, causing her to fall apart around him. She clenches down on his cock, drawing his own release from him. He ruts into her like the feral ghouls she just killed, fucking her full of his seed. Ruining her.
Once Cooper has emptied his radioactive load into her, he pulls out and flips her onto her back. Lowers himself between her thighs, sucking a few marks into the pale, sensitive skin there before burying his tongue inside Lucy’s greedy, aching cunt. She whines at the overstimulation, trying to kick him away, but he only brings her legs over his shoulders and grips her thighs hard enough to bruise to keep her in place. He nips and sucks at her clit, devouring her until she hits that peak a third time, squirting onto his tongue and chin. He drinks her down like a man starved, only pulling away when her body goes limp.
“Had enough?” He thinks she may only be half-conscious, but she nods her head. “Good.” He wishes he could say the same.
Regardless, Cooper forces himself to sit back. Tucks his cock into his pants and does up his belt buckles. Lucy hasn’t moved a single muscle aside from a few twitches here and there. He stamps down the pride swelling deep in his rotting chest. He shouldn’t be proud of this. Even if he did give her exactly what she had wanted. I want you. He shakes his head of the thought. She hadn’t meant that. It was just the drugs talking.
“For a second there,” she soon starts, still breathless, “I thought you were actually trying to eat me.”
“Told ya I had better control o’ my urges than that.” She lifts her head to look at him, face flushed. Hair disheveled. She has no right to be so fucking beautiful. She’s glowing. It’s not fair. In fact, it’s a goddamn tease. “If I wanted to eat ya, darlin’, I would’ve by now.”
“Well, you can eat me like that anytime you want.”
He shakes his head at her. Don’t tempt me. “Get dressed.”
She does but he has to help her sine she’s shaking like a goddamn leaf. Three orgasms and Buffout are apparently a hell of a concoction. They’ll have to add Radaway to the mix, as well. Eventually. She should be fine for the time being.
Once she’s mostly put back together, she looks around at the damage she’d caused. He takes another look, as well. Tries not to feel impressed all over again, otherwise he might want to rip her clothes back off. When his gaze returns to her, she’s already looking at him. He likes to think he can usually read her mind, but he’s stumped this time. Plus, she had just reacted to killing ghouls in probably the most surprising manner ever. For her, at least. No…especially for her. So, he raises his browbone at her questioningly.
“Just…” She shrugs her shoulders. “Good use of our energy, huh?” It is preferrable to killing but he won’t—can’t—tell her that. “Also, what a strange way to bond with someone.” A pause. “Not the sex itself but having sex after…” She gestures around them and gives him a sheepish smile. “Can’t say I have any complaints, though.”
He does. He won’t be able to look at her without wanting anymore. He had managed up until this point but now that he’s actually had her… No. Cooper has to keep his distance. Has to keep that barrier up. It’ll be easier for both of them in the long run. Safer.
“I mean, I’m not sure about you,” Lucy goes on, face flushing all over again, “but I’ve been thinking about this since—”
Oh. Oh no.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, Vaultie.”
He tries to ignore the flash of hurt he sees in those doe eyes. Ignores the way she pouts her lips for the umpteenth time. Lips he somehow resisted kissing this entire time.
“Y-yeah. Of-of course,” she stammers. “Just the drugs talking again, right?” She chuckles nervously. “Those…pesky drugs.” She nods her head. “Sorry. Uhm.” She clears her throat, looking towards the gate leading into New Vegas. “Let’s keep moving and forget that this ever happened.”
He watches as she walks ahead. Takes a deep breath before licking his lips. It’ll be hard to forget when he knows she’s covered in bruises that he wrought. When he knows his seed is still leaking from her core.
Tch. If only he could heed his own advice.