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Curves (8A/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-07 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)She was gone.
The enclave had took her and he was powerless. His body was numb and unmoving. He could do nothing but watch. For how much he hated the enclave he hated himself even more.
He looked up to a very concerned looking super mutant.
The giant, even to him, picked him up and brought him to the halls that had previously held the geck. His pain began to recede as the radiation washed over him.
Charon groaned and picked himself up.
"We have to go after her." he croaked.
"Yes we do my friend."
Oh great, he'd made a pal. Janet would be proud. He just had to find her to tell her.
......
"What did you do to me !!" Janet screamed.
The smug bastard in the trench coat simply smirked.
"There is the fev virus, the modified fev and the enhanced fev. The one currently in your veins is the enhanced fev so you have to think very carefully of what I'm about to ask of you. "
"Just you wait till Charon comes. If he doesn't kill every one of you I will." she screamed and tugged against her bindings in a heated rage.
.....
An explosion crashed at the top of the Mountains and Charon dropped to his knees.
He was too late.
He roared deeply from his chest and grabbed his shotgun.
Every enclave bastard that dare crawled out from the inferno was immediately put down by him. When he ran out of shells he simply took to tearing them apart with his bare hands.
A small part of his mind wondered if he was going feral but a larger more angrier part told it to shut the fuck up.
Then he heard it.
Small and quiet. A cough. Far too gentle to belong to a soldier.
His heart jumped when he heard the familiar TUNG of a pip boy light being put on.
She was in the dark somewhere.
"Janet !!" he roared.
Then he saw it. The small hand under the rocks. He raced towards it and began flinging off the debris. The supermutant continued to watch him back and take down each enemy around them.
But Charon was only focused on one thing. The small woman covered in dust and bruises with the pepper hair.'he pulled her out and she gasped as the fresh air hit her lungs.
"Charon !" she tugged at his shoulders and pulled him into her.
He returned the gesture by winding his arms around her waist and back.
He was never letting her go again.
She gave him a deep kiss. Moaning slightly as his lips spread apart for her. Holding on to a red tuff of hair she kissed him so hard he fell back.
He laughed loudly and carefree.
"You're okay ? Everything is fine ?" he scanned her finding only bruises and laser burn marks.
"I am !." she pulled harder into their embrace cherishing the feel of him.
Re: Curves (8A/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Curves (8A/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-07 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)Curves (8B/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 02:23 am (UTC)(link)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.
Curves (8B(2)/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-20 02:26 am (UTC)(link)"The thing on my dog tags. My brainwashed title. The submissive ferry man delivering the dead to the underworld. Or delivering the soldiers to Alaska. Keeping them alive from attack."
"Oh."
Charon shrugged as he began to crawl on top of her, kissing each curve he went past."
Janet pulled her lips towards his feriously.
When she pulled back to breath she spoke.
"You have to tell me your full story."
"Theres something you can live for tomorrow."
" Deal !" she bellowed. Then gasped as Charons tongue had found its way to her slit.
He gave her long lengthy licks while working his fingers inside her.
Janet writhed underneath him as he bit and tugged at her clit.
"Please Charon."
He groaned into her.
"Fuck me please."
He brought his head up to hers. "You want this ?"
"More than anything ?"
He smiled and brushed the hair from her face.
"Don't I get pleasure ?" he mocked.
"Theres something you can live for tomorrow !"
His loud laugh echoed the room and he pulled Janet closer into him.
"Smoothskin." he groaned as he felt her wetness against him.
"Mmm?" she mumbled.
Janet didn't get a response as he quickly pushed his length into her.
Janet felt a burn as his huge length filled her but as he thrusted it changed to pleasure, a warm deep pleasure.
She moaned into his shoulder.
"Why are you being quiet ?" he smirked.
She gave him a weak smile as he continued to pound into her. She clutched on his shoulders and pushed her head back against the mattress.
"Fuck !" she moaned.
Charon had stamina she couldn't match and before long she was screaming loudly underneath him.
"I'm gonna.."
"Good" he groaned into her neck. He picked up the pace and soon a warm dampness touched the sheets and she clenched around him.
"We can stop if you're ..."
"NO !" Janet panted " keep going. Please."
"As you say mistress."
She scowled up at him and enjoyed the view. Rough and exposed muscle glistening with sweat and his shoulders looming over her.
What a set of shoulders.
"Enjoying the view ?"
She nodded vicariously and with a new burst of energy she began slapping her hips against his and wrapped one leg around his waist.
The new move brought him deeper and he groaned as he gradually began to lose himself.
" I'll pull out."
"Don't you are."
Charon watched her with thought then nodded to close to coming to form words.
His thrusts slowed down but were pushed in harder, deeper.
"Charon !" Janet screamed as she came undone again.
The tightness around him was the final straw and he spilled within her with a hush of excercison.
Both lay gasping and Charon laid back.
He pulled her into him both temporary forgetting about the doom and battle of the morning.
Both fell asleep quickly. Janet appreciating his warmth and familiar smell. Charon wondering how he got the woman that he previously pined for.
This was something he could get use to quicker than standing in a corner.
Curves (9a/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)They all stood in formation waiting for the signal.
Each could only stare at the large obstacles and force fields before them.
Charon felt a small hand slip into his and squeeze.
"Stay near me Smoothskin."
"I have your back." Janet looked up at him and smiled.
The battle only allowed for this one moment.
To stare and grip a hand.
Then the silence was broken.
BETTER DEAD THAN RED.
The crowd rushed forward with a roar.
Janet, Charon and Lyons Pride leading.
Cars exploded. Vertibirds fell. Explosions rung out.
Charon could hardly hear himself shout as he shoved his boot into a Enclave soldiers neck.
Janet had danced her way over a car spinning gracefully as she flung a knife through a helmet.
The soldier went to grab her leg but was promptly kicked down by Charon, who unloaded his shotgun into his face.
The group raced forward reclaiming the road to the memorial.
Janet was tackled at the memorial.
She reached for her knife but the head that lacked the enclave helmet suddenly exploded.
She reached for Charon who looked equally as confused.
Her eyes followed the bullets trail.
Rivet City.
A crowd had gathered on the deck.
Someone had used a sniper rifle.
Janet grinned and it was noticed through Butch's scope.
The memorial was fairly easy to claim back.
The Enclave had positioned themselves in small areas, so all Charon had to do was throw some well aimed grenades.
After that Autumn was taken out.
Bluntly with Janet's knife.
She threw her arms around Charon when it was all over.
"We did it!"
"Are you okay ?""
Janet moved her arms and legs only wincing slightly at the left leg.
"I'll live" she smiled.
"Me too."
Charon kissed her passionately and care free. Finally rid of the Enclave burden with Janet still alive.
"I love you."
Charon froze at the words then smiled widely.
"As I love you smoothskin."
No sooner had the words left his mouth a klaxon blared.
Both whipped around to see Sarah on top of the steps.
"It's been sabotaged !"
"What do you mean?" Janet screamed.
"It's going to blow unless someone starts it up."
"I'll do it."
"Whoever goes in there isn't coming back out. There's too much radiation." Sarah's face was filled with horror and Janets joined her.
Both froze.
"I'll do it."
Janet turned to look at Charon.
"No. No no no no ! You can't."
"You will die."
"You will go feral !"
Charon frowned "We don't know that for sure. But we know that if you go you will not be surviving. I will."
Janet thought it through. Her mind was screaming in protest but she rarely had time to think wih Madison shouting on the intercom.
"If you leave me alone in this fucking wasteland I will kill you."
Her face was furious and filled with determination.
Charon laughed with logic.
"Why would I leave you. I'm pretty sure you owe me something after surving that battle."
Janet smirked through her anger.
"You still have to tell me your story."
"And I will. First I have to do this."
Janet nodded, grabbing his face and kissing him furiously.
He climbed the stairs with her following and the glass shut between them.
"216 !" she screamed through the glass.
"Alpha and Omega ?"
She nodded with a small smile although tears fell down.
"Hurry."
He did and then it was over.
.
Curves (9b/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)Charons eyes shot open. He was sitting on a bench in a metro station.
It was very crowded and in pristine condition.
The crowd was dressed in suits and dressed with groomed hair and faces.
This was before the bombs.
He turned to face the voice.
A middle aged woman in a floaty white dress.
She had wavy brown hair and familiar eyes.
"I don't understand." Charon spoke.
Fear struck him as he heard his voice. Smooth. Unchanged.
He held up his hand to find it was the same.
Skin covered the entire surface with light hair across the forearm. He brought his hand to his head to find the thick auburn hair he was once accustomed to.
"My daughter is trying her hardest to bring you back but yet here you are."
"Janet ? Where is Janet ?"
Charon stood from the seat towering the petite female.
"I told you. She is bringing you back."
Then it clicked.
"Catherine ?"
The woman smiled a wonderful warm smile.
"Hello."
"How do I get back?"
"Janet."
"How ?"
"She is bringing you back. So follow her."
She pointed into the crowd and he spotted her.
Her hair was pinned up and she looked radiant.
She smiled and held out her hand.
Catherine paused him.
"Just so you know. She is bringing you back from death. This will be very painful and I'm sorry."
He went to ask her what she meant but she was gone.
Entering a train with James at the corner of his eye.
James nodded before heading in.
He faced Janet once more who beckoned him forward.
She turned on her heels and began fighting against the crowd.
He followed.
"Don't you dare give up on me !" she screamed.
No one in the crowd turned at her voice oblivious to it.
He walked forward a step before the pain took over him.
Someone had grabbed his arm.
And took skin.
He kept walking, not out of choice.
"You promised !" she screamed again.
More hands reached out pulling at his skin. Tearing, exposing muscle.
Janet continued to walk on not turning back and he could do nothing but follow.
Hands with knifes reached out and stabbed.
Familiar places with familiar scars.
He was being returned to his previous state.
Bullet wounds began to form burn and scar over.
A hand grabbed a tuff of hair followed by one and another.
It was agonising.
He screamed out loudly in pain as more of his skin was ripped off.
"HES ALIVE." he heard a voice shout. It was echoed off each wall.
Unsure of the origin.
Janet now stood at he top of escalator holding out her arms.
"COME ON!" she screamed.
He ran up them clutching her close with torn skin and clothes.
He closed his eyes to breathe in her scent.
"There you are."
He opened them to find himself in a faded room.
He looked up to to find himself in Janet's arms.
Blood covered her and tears fell freely.
"Don't you ever leave me again" she panted.
And that's how Charon found himself serving a lifetime with his mistress. The last one he ever had. The one with the beautiful smile and the rare curves. The one he loved
Re: Curves (9b/9)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-24 03:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: Curves (8A/9)
(Anonymous) 2014-06-30 06:01 am (UTC)(link)I love that.