She was sweet, like Nuka Cola, and her lips moved softly beneath his scarred ones. He wanted this moment to last forever, Elle wrapped in his arms beneath the starry sky, but he broke the kiss and pulled back. Even in the darkness, he could tell that Elle’s cheeks were flushed bright pink. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a tiny crease between her eyebrows.
“Charon?”
Her voice was barely more than a whisper. This was it. She was going to tell him he’d crossed the line and she didn’t feel the same. He’d put it all out there and now he had to face the consequences. Charon swallowed the lump in his throat, preparing for the worst, but before he was ready, Elle’s arms tightened around his neck and she was kissing him once more.
Gone was the gentleness of the first kiss, replaced with hunger and need. Elle pressed herself flush against his body. There was no way she couldn’t feel his hardness now. Just as fear started to creep back in, Elle began to grind her hips in hypnotic circles, and it dissipated at once. As his tongue flicked out to tease her lower lip, Charon tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged lightly. Elle whimpered, much to his delight.
He gave another tug, this time slightly to the side, and kissed along her jaw. She shivered when he licked the small spot just below her ear and positively moaned when his teeth nipped at the soft skin of her neck. Charon slid his free hand down to the swell of her ass and squeezed lightly. Elle was breathing quickly now, gasping whenever his teeth scraped or fingers tightened.
Just as Charon began sucking a bruise into her delicate skin, Elle said his name, her voice high-pitched and pleading. He placed a final kiss over the spot before straightening up to face her. Elle’s eyes were wide, cheeks somehow even pinker than before.
“Take me to bed?”
He had never been so pleased to obey an order. Charon scooped her up in his arms and descended from the roof. Her Pip-Boy lay abandoned, still playing into the night, but he had no intention of retrieving it any time soon. Not when he had Elle in his arms and she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
The door was still ajar from earlier and he kicked it shut behind him. Nothing was going to interrupt them tonight. Even if bombs dropped and the world started to burn again, Charon didn’t think he’d be able to leave the girl in his arms. As he carried her upstairs, Elle was making it increasingly difficult to focus. She squirmed against him, trying to find the best angle to nip at his neck. He let out a groan before he could stop himself as Elle laved her tongue across his jugular.
When they reached Elle’s bed, he set her down gently on her back. She continued to grip at his arms as he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips carefully. As he studied the expression on Elle’s face, never wanting to forget this moment, Charon suddenly felt a wave of self-consciousness that had been absent in all of his fantasies. This was very real and happening now. Elle was going to see him beneath the armor and defenses, all of the mangled skin and scars, and she could end it as quickly as it started.
Elle ground her hips up against him, and it took every effort to pull away from her. She gave a look of disappointment and tried to bring him back, but he resisted.
“Tell me to stop,” he said seriously as she continued to writhe in search of friction. “I don’t want to rush you.”
Elle shook her head vigorously.
“I want this, all of this,” she whispered, her fingers trailing along the hem of his shirt. “I want you.”
Charon let out a ragged breath and nodded. He raised his arms, and Elle lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head. Once the shirt was tossed to the floor, Charon felt her lust-blown eyes travel over his ragged chest with a hunger he had never seen before. She brought her hands up to brush his sides with light fingertips, as if asking for permission. When he didn’t flinch away, she took it as a sign to continue. Charon shivered under her touch as her fingers ventured up his abs, leaving his skin tingling. She stroked his shoulders before sliding her hands back down to rest just above his belt, where she played with the buckle teasingly.
“Not yet,” Charon smirked, taking hold of Elle’s shirt. “Your turn.”
Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 7a/?
“Charon?”
Her voice was barely more than a whisper. This was it. She was going to tell him he’d crossed the line and she didn’t feel the same. He’d put it all out there and now he had to face the consequences. Charon swallowed the lump in his throat, preparing for the worst, but before he was ready, Elle’s arms tightened around his neck and she was kissing him once more.
Gone was the gentleness of the first kiss, replaced with hunger and need. Elle pressed herself flush against his body. There was no way she couldn’t feel his hardness now. Just as fear started to creep back in, Elle began to grind her hips in hypnotic circles, and it dissipated at once. As his tongue flicked out to tease her lower lip, Charon tangled his fingers into her hair and tugged lightly. Elle whimpered, much to his delight.
He gave another tug, this time slightly to the side, and kissed along her jaw. She shivered when he licked the small spot just below her ear and positively moaned when his teeth nipped at the soft skin of her neck. Charon slid his free hand down to the swell of her ass and squeezed lightly. Elle was breathing quickly now, gasping whenever his teeth scraped or fingers tightened.
Just as Charon began sucking a bruise into her delicate skin, Elle said his name, her voice high-pitched and pleading. He placed a final kiss over the spot before straightening up to face her. Elle’s eyes were wide, cheeks somehow even pinker than before.
“Take me to bed?”
He had never been so pleased to obey an order. Charon scooped her up in his arms and descended from the roof. Her Pip-Boy lay abandoned, still playing into the night, but he had no intention of retrieving it any time soon. Not when he had Elle in his arms and she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
The door was still ajar from earlier and he kicked it shut behind him. Nothing was going to interrupt them tonight. Even if bombs dropped and the world started to burn again, Charon didn’t think he’d be able to leave the girl in his arms.
As he carried her upstairs, Elle was making it increasingly difficult to focus. She squirmed against him, trying to find the best angle to nip at his neck. He let out a groan before he could stop himself as Elle laved her tongue across his jugular.
When they reached Elle’s bed, he set her down gently on her back. She continued to grip at his arms as he climbed on top of her, straddling her hips carefully. As he studied the expression on Elle’s face, never wanting to forget this moment, Charon suddenly felt a wave of self-consciousness that had been absent in all of his fantasies. This was very real and happening now. Elle was going to see him beneath the armor and defenses, all of the mangled skin and scars, and she could end it as quickly as it started.
Elle ground her hips up against him, and it took every effort to pull away from her. She gave a look of disappointment and tried to bring him back, but he resisted.
“Tell me to stop,” he said seriously as she continued to writhe in search of friction. “I don’t want to rush you.”
Elle shook her head vigorously.
“I want this, all of this,” she whispered, her fingers trailing along the hem of his shirt. “I want you.”
Charon let out a ragged breath and nodded. He raised his arms, and Elle lifted his shirt and pulled it over his head. Once the shirt was tossed to the floor, Charon felt her lust-blown eyes travel over his ragged chest with a hunger he had never seen before. She brought her hands up to brush his sides with light fingertips, as if asking for permission. When he didn’t flinch away, she took it as a sign to continue. Charon shivered under her touch as her fingers ventured up his abs, leaving his skin tingling. She stroked his shoulders before sliding her hands back down to rest just above his belt, where she played with the buckle teasingly.
“Not yet,” Charon smirked, taking hold of Elle’s shirt. “Your turn.”