The brotherhood allowed for free time before a battle.
Many chose to drink others chose to spend it with friends. This battle was against the Enclave at Jefferson. A battle Charon dreaded. Janet was the center. She was the main target, main objection and main priority. Both in his eyes and the brotherhood.
He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, at the edge of the bed. The citadel was far too quiet. No training. No gun shots. Nothing. Listening to the silence Charon grew restless.
Janet came in through the door with a wild smile and two bottles of booze.
"My dearest Ferryman I bring substa....." her face dropped as she noticed his stance "what's wrong?" She placed the bottles on the desk and hopped onto his lap, smoothing his head with her hands. "After tomorrow there will be nothing to worry about." She comforted him by bringing his head to her chest and kissin his forehead repeatedly.
"If we see tomorrow." "Charon." "This isn't some raider team. It's military. Over a 100 of them. In power armour." "We have prime." "Prime is a pre war relic." "Aren't you ?" Janet gave Charon a playful smirk. He growled softly into her neck.
"Be cautious." "Always" As Charon held onto her hips she began to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hand down his toned chest and abdominal. She bit her lip. "What ?" Charon said self consciously. "I like this. All of this." she brought her lips down to his chest and began kissing and biting.
She paused to look at him. Her expression intensified. Charon wondered how he ever got a smoothskin to look at him like that. His stomach flipped in anticipation. He knew that face off many drunk patrons who slipped off into dark corridors. "Tonight is not about battle" Janet spoke. " Tonight I have you and I intend to have all of you." Charon didn't reply he stared intently at her. "Do you object....?" He rolled his eyes " Smoothskin, why are you with me?" " For your brilliant conversation."
He barked a laugh and bit lightly into her collarbone. "You're so full of life, smooth, beautiful, intelligent. Why me ?" "I put my life on the line for so many people out here. You're the only one that does it for me. I'd be dead or very miserable without you."
"You are miserable. I mean what is this ?!" he tugged at her ruined and dirty top, pulling it over her head and throwing it the floor. "and these. Very miserable." he pushed her back onto the bed and began pulling down the initiate sweat pants. First with his teeth, then all the way with a sharp tug from his hands.
Janet giggled loudly. "This is hardly equal mr fully dressed." "Charon fully dressed. How did you work it out. 200 years of not knowing. Over." "That's such a stupid name." "I don't even know my name therefore it can't be stupid." "You don't ?!" "Nope." Charon responded while unbuttoning and pulling down his trouser armour.
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Date: 2011-11-20 02:23 am (UTC)Many chose to drink others chose to spend it with friends. This battle was against the Enclave at Jefferson. A battle Charon dreaded. Janet was the center. She was the main target, main objection and main priority. Both in his eyes and the brotherhood.
He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, at the edge of the bed.
The citadel was far too quiet. No training. No gun shots. Nothing.
Listening to the silence Charon grew restless.
Janet came in through the door with a wild smile and two bottles of booze.
"My dearest Ferryman I bring substa....." her face dropped as she noticed his stance "what's wrong?"
She placed the bottles on the desk and hopped onto his lap, smoothing his head with her hands.
"After tomorrow there will be nothing to worry about." She comforted him by bringing his head to her chest and kissin his forehead repeatedly.
"If we see tomorrow."
"Charon."
"This isn't some raider team. It's military. Over a 100 of them. In power armour."
"We have prime."
"Prime is a pre war relic."
"Aren't you ?" Janet gave Charon a playful smirk.
He growled softly into her neck.
"Be cautious."
"Always"
As Charon held onto her hips she began to unbutton his shirt.
She ran her hand down his toned chest and abdominal. She bit her lip.
"What ?" Charon said self consciously.
"I like this. All of this." she brought her lips down to his chest and began kissing and biting.
She paused to look at him. Her expression intensified. Charon wondered how he ever got a smoothskin to look at him like that. His stomach flipped in anticipation. He knew that face off many drunk patrons who slipped off into dark corridors.
"Tonight is not about battle" Janet spoke. " Tonight I have you and I intend to have all of you."
Charon didn't reply he stared intently at her. "Do you object....?"
He rolled his eyes " Smoothskin, why are you with me?"
" For your brilliant conversation."
He barked a laugh and bit lightly into her collarbone.
"You're so full of life, smooth, beautiful, intelligent. Why me ?"
"I put my life on the line for so many people out here. You're the only one that does it for me. I'd be dead or very miserable without you."
"You are miserable. I mean what is this ?!" he tugged at her ruined and dirty top, pulling it over her head and throwing it the floor. "and these. Very miserable." he pushed her back onto the bed and began pulling down the initiate sweat pants. First with his teeth, then all the way with a sharp tug from his hands.
Janet giggled loudly.
"This is hardly equal mr fully dressed."
"Charon fully dressed. How did you work it out. 200 years of not knowing. Over."
"That's such a stupid name."
"I don't even know my name therefore it can't be stupid."
"You don't ?!"
"Nope." Charon responded while unbuttoning and pulling down his trouser armour.