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Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

She walked to the edge of the roof where she sat and let her legs dangle. Charon joined her, watching as she fiddled with the Pip-Boy on her wrist. He would never figure out how to work the device, but after a few seconds, the soft sound of the radio began to play. Elle slid the Pip-Boy from her arm and set it behind her before leaning her head against Charon’s shoulder.

“I broke his nose,” Charon said after a minute or so. Elle lifted her head to look at him with wide eyes. He continued casually, “Two black eyes and a smashed nose? Yeah, no one’s going to get in bed with him for a while.”

Elle’s face split into a grin before she leaned into him again.

“Damn, and he was such a looker, too.”

He was making her smile. Finally, he didn’t feel so useless.

There were a few more minutes of silence as they sat there, listening to Three Dog share the day’s news while they watched late-night stragglers wander through town back to their homes.

“And now, it’s time for a nice slow one, for all you lovers out there tonight,” the DJ crooned before the next song’s violin opening began.

“I say I’ll move the mountains

And I’ll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way…”

Charon wanted to make her smile again. He got to his feet and extended a hand to Elle, a strange electric courage coursing through his veins.

“Dance with me?”

The request hung in the air between them as the music continued to play. Elle’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as she looked at his outstretched hand.

“I didn’t take you for much of a dancer,” she said, a hint of a smile appearing on her lips.

“It’s been a while,” Charon shrugged. That was a bit of an understatement.

Elle took his hand and stood up. He pulled her gently towards the center of the roof before placing his other hand on her waist. She rested her palm against his chest as they began to twirl slowly to the beat of the music.

“Crazy, he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love, I’d say”

Elle had gotten closer as they moved. She took her hand from his and stretched her arms around his neck. With her head now resting on his chest, Charon feared she could feel his heart pounding. The last time they had been this close was before the attack. He wondered what would happen this time.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked quietly. “About someone falling in love with me?”

There was no point in avoiding it any longer. He had broken a man’s nose defending her feelings and they were slow-dancing under the stars. If she didn’t figure it out soon, she never would. On top of that, almost getting killed outside their front door had given Charon a new gratefulness for every day that he was with her.

“Elle, you are the most amazing girl I’ve met in the two hundred years I’ve been on this earth.”

She looked up at him, doe eyes shining in the moonlight.

“You are kind-hearted and giving and everything that this miserable wasteland doesn’t have. You can gun down Super Mutants three times your size and blow off raiders’ heads in cold fury, but you’ll drop everything to help someone who needs it. You’ve done some incredible things without ever asking for anything in return.”

“Charon, I-” she started, but he kept going. The words had been bottled up inside of him for so long now that he didn’t think he could stop even if he tried, now that the dam was broken.

“You’ve shown me kindness that I didn’t think I deserved or would ever see again.”

Charon raised his hand and gently traced his thumb along the scar on her forehead.

“And you’re so beautiful, Elle, god you’re so beautiful. Scars, bruises, nothing is going to change that.”

He slid his fingers down to stroke her cheek and he could feel the heat there. Elle breathed his name, but he barely heard it. Nothing existed anymore but her. He felt like he was moving in slow motion and yet everything was happening so quickly. The fingers on the back of his neck tensed as she pulled him gently down towards her. At the same time, Charon moved his hand from her waist to her lower back.

Elle’s eyelids fluttered closed, and before Charon could think about what it would mean for them, he closed the distance and kissed her.

Author's Note

[(Anonymous)]

Hi all - this is happening so fast! I wish I was updating slower, only because writing has been my coping mechanism since the flood and I didn't want this fic to be associated with a tragedy. For more information, see the past chapter's notes. Thank you all for supporting me during this incredibly difficult time. My parents had to go apply for food stamps today and it's been heartbreaking to see having to do what they've worked my entire life to avoid. If you can spare anything, please donate to the EC Partnership to help everyone who was affected by the flood.

Thank you again for reading, and don't worry, we're almost there :)

Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

I just want to tell you that this is beautiful and amazing so far, and this last part with the dance-- I could feel happy tears swelling in my eyes as I sang along to that beautiful song I always heard in FO3! <3 Bless you A!A