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Fresh air, green leaves, dazzling sunshine and sweet smelling breeze – it’s what Gob imagined as he stepped easily down the rickety cat walks.
It’d been…about…three weeks since he’d been outside; since Moriarty had a chore even he didn’t want to do enough to send Gob out from behind the bar. A spot that easily resembled sole prints had formed where he normally stood, as if the situation he’d been in for the past ten years was starting to physically find a way to mock him.
In a way the sheer enjoyment of just being outside was sad, but Gob didn’t let that bother him, no…he was a man of the little things, which was good since the little things were all he really had. It was rare to see him out, so a lot of the residents stopped to stare – their gazes weren’t necessarily rude…more like they were just shocked to see him out at all.
The little girl – Gob forgot her name – even waltzed by him with a smile and a meek wave before dashing past him as if she’d done something awfully brave. A smile curled on his face either way. So far the day had turned out good: the bar wasn’t opened yet, Moriarty hadn’t seemed in too much of a foul mood and Nova had even patted down a healing cut on his cheek without him having to ask…not to mention he was outside, under the crippling sun with a rare sentiment of enjoyment.
The vault kid had even been in town for the past week, coming by and regaling him with tales of her travels. He always had loved the way she flourished as she spoke, as if she was trying her hardest to reenact that final death blow she always got so excited to tell him about. She was a cute little thing, more frail looking than she really was and not to mention sweet…even to him.
It took very little time to reach Craterside Supply; the destination Moriarty was adamant about stepping inside of. It was almost as if he hated dealing with Moira as much as just the idea of dealing with the siblings down at The Brass Lantern…
Gob yanked the door open, knowing the damn thing always got stuck – at least from what everyone complained about, as well as from a little experience. Inside it was dark, very dark, until he blinked, giving his eyes a moment to adjust.
No Moira…and no impartially faithful bodyguard…
“Hello…? It’s Gob…”, he paused wondering if she’d remember him? - The ghoul…the only ghoul in Megaton? Of course she would remember, but he still yammered on. “…from Moriarty’s.”
He never did feel very comfortable being all alone…not after so many years with a constant eye watching him.
“Anyone…?”
He stepped further inside, pulling out the list of supplies from his pocket and taking a quick glance at the counter. There was a note that said – in cursive no less…
….’Be back in a jiffy!’…
If Gob knew her better he’d say something like ‘Oh Moira’ or ‘Just like that Moira to leave the shop unattended’, but he didn’t know her better and as he checked around, even behind the counter, he was left rubbing the back of his head.
In fact, he’d been about to turn around and leave until a clatter sounded around the corner. He hadn’t expected it and made a shocked sound, one he’d regret making later.
“Hello?!”
A pause, except for the rolling of a plate or bowl…or something cylindrical coming to a stop, and then a familiar questioning voice followed…
”…hello?”
What was she doing here? – and was it safe to be excited about being around her? Gob puffed out his chest, preparing himself for the body that popped around the corner, back arched with useless junk towering in her arms.
“Gob!” She smiled; a white toothy smile. “I should have known it’d been you…” Known? He smiled, even if the whole situation was making his nerves stand on end. “…no one else has the tone of voice you carry, at least not around this place.”
He took that as a compliment, practically snatching it out of the air and stuffing it in his pocket to save for later recall. She disappeared around that corner again, followed by sounds of glass and metal stacking beside one another.
“So what are you- Gob?”, her head made itself visible again and she looked at him oddly for a second. “What are you doing standing all the way over there? Come over here…” Then she disappeared again and went back to whatever that noisy business was. “…isn’t any fun talking if I can’t see you.”
Funny, normally people preferred not to see him while they spoke with him. Gob gave the door another look, as if the idea of fleeing had crossed his mind. What was the worst that could happen…being alone with her couldn’t be all that scary, right? He left that question open…stuffing his list back in his pocket before stepping over to her.
She was indeed staking up junk: hot plates, teddy bears, glasses - all the stuff people passed when they were scavenging.
“So…”, she gave him a look over her shoulder, as if being alone with him wasn’t a new thing to her, “…what’s gotten you out of that bar finally? Moriarty I assume, lazy fuck he is.” He was about to say something, but she just kept talking as she put another glass in between the teddy bear’s legs. “ Still…at least it got you outside right? – and around here, with me no less.”
He could just faintly make out the rise of her cheeks at this angle; a tell tale sign that she was grinning. Something about it made him gulp. She was acting a lot more…friendly; as in almost…flirty.
She stocked the last item and turned to him, one hand on her hip with a smirk on her lips. He’d never seen her hair down before…it was long, and as he was looking at where her hair ended he couldn’t help notice the cleavage he didn’t think she’d had earlier…no…she definitely didn’t. He would have noticed…
That zipper had been almost at her throat when he’d walked in…and now, now it was down, down…down.
Gob quickly started to stammer, as soon as he realized what he was doing, but she just looked more amused and that grin hadn’t done more than widen. Yes, she was being…flirty, no doubt about it now.
“I-ugh…I…Moriarty, I mean…I came down here to..”, before he made a bigger dupe of himself, Gob quickly pulled the list of supplies from his pocket and help them up like a white flag of forfeit. Her grin dropped, still a smile as she took the paper from his fingers, touching the ragged tips either on accident or purposefully, he wasn’t too sure.
“Gotch’ya.” She sounded just a bit disappointed as she looked at the list. “Well…To be honest I sort of zoned out when Moira said where she was going, all this stuff is mesmerizing…” She gestured to the shelves of junk with her eyes. ”…but I’m sure neither Moira or Moriarty would mind if you stayed a bit and waited…I definitely don’t mind. It’s nice to finally get a chance to talk…alone, without everyone staring daggers you know…?”
He knew. Gob had been the butt of Jericho’s jokes for months ever since the former raider saw how excited she’d been to tell him how she seduced and tricked that Burke fellow – also Nova had been doing her part in teasing him when she remembered too. Even Moriarty mentioned it on several occasions despite the fact that it seemed Gob was bringing her in to drink more so than the booze – it was the first time he’d ever done anything but repel customers…and still the boss hated him for it.
It was probably nice not to be judged by your fellow smoothskins for talking to a ghoul as well, not that anyone would say it too the kid’s face of course.
“So..”, he started off a little weak for conversation, now that the so called pressure had been put on him to talk. “…what are you doing here? Besides keeping an eye on the shop…?” Already he felt a bit better about the whole ‘alone’ thing. She was easy to be around, even if he held a crush for her; a crush that was just as pathetic as it was large.
“Stocking the shop…obviously. A bunch of traders dropped off heaps of stuff the other day, figured the least I could do is give Moira a hand with it.”
“Even after all those experiments you let her make on you…?” She was baffling, acting as if she owed the shopkeeper a favor. It was…weird.
“Well, I got a copy of the guid…plus that discount she gives me almost makes me feel guilty.”
“Guilty?” He smiled, watching her face as she gave him a little wicked smile.
“…almost.”
“Good. We wouldn’t want you getting hung up on something like that - you have the world to save after all.”
Gob watched her cheeks tint, as if his praise made her embarrassed. Her mannerisms were different now that they were alone. It was hard to remember how women acted when they were interested, but now that he was seeing all the signs the memories came back. The hip cocked out to the side, hands behind the back, back arched…shit, she was even looking up at him through lowered eyes.
Nothing about her manner was exceptionally blatant, as if she was doing it without much knowledge that she was sending any signals. She was still a kid after all…
“It’s nice not worrying about much though…it sounds bad, but I could stay here and stock shelves if it meant I could let my guard down like I can now.”
“You’d get bored of it, like I did…”
…and then you’d get captured by slavers. Gob frowned, thinking about the facts. One of these days she’d leave, and never come back…and not knowing would be the worst, especially since there were fates worse than death now’a’days.
“Yeah…I was ready to get a ‘scape plan out of that Vault too, guess I’m just lucky they kicked me out when they did huh?”
He didn’t know how to answer that, and luck or...’not luck’ was on his side since Moira’s twangy voice sound outside. Gob turned his head, expecting the woman to come through those door any sec-
“Ah shit! Not now…”, he heard her hiss in a whisper.
He’d been about to turn around with a well deserved questioning look, but she was already shoving him into a closet with her in tow. Pots, pans, brooms, plungers…everything you could shove into a utility closet toppled over as she shut them inside the dark confines of the closet…and god help him if her butt hadn’t pushed right into his groin when she flipped the lock, and it didn’t feel like there’d be much room to pull himself away either.
“Kid..what the-“
“Shh! I’m not ready to do that beta wave brain tester…thing…she’d been talking about. Just…be quiet, she might head out again.”
Gob wanted to say why; why she would agree to it in the first place, why a closet, and why was there a chance for Moira to leave again when she herself had forgotten where she’d even been. But he kept quiet, just as she pleaded, even with the warmth of her rear in between his legs as they both heard the door shop door swing open.
It was quiet a predicament.
When Moira’s voiced called out for the kid Gob felt that plush behind push further into him as the kid pulled back from the door as if it’d burned her. This brain masher thing must have sounded bad…normally she’d jump at the opportunity to help the crazy woman…at least as far as Gob knew.
She murmured something about waiting just a little bit longer, as if the constant calling out of the kid’s name was going to stop any time soon. It wouldn’t have bothered Gob, he’d have followed her to the ends of the wastes if she’d just asked…but something was…growing under the pressure of her ass…something…oh god, no not now…
Gob swallowed, feeling his mouth parch instantly as the tingly blood flow started between his legs. If what he thought, no… knew was happening was happening, he wouldn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like he could just make an excuse like ‘don’t mind him’ or ‘sorry, but what did you expect’ - none of those sounded like good excuses…and in the end there was no excuse. He was growing a particularly bad hard-on just under the curve of her rear.
But knowing that didn’t help. The mindless dick between his legs was hardening right under her…
…she stiffened just as he tried to adjust himself; hoping to un-glue his body from her – in the end it seemed to just bring her attention to him more. With more experience in these sorts of situations he would have known to just stay still, but he moved and now she was peering over a shoulder, squinting to see him in the dark.
A clinging sound uttered over head and he arched a brow, momentarily forgetting about the situation when a bulb light up. She’d pulled on the over head chain, now staring at him with an incredibly flexible twist of her body. Since when could a human do that…without breaking?
“Gob…is that what-“
“Shh…uh-Moira.” He shushed her, keeping his hips and the rest of him as stiff as the walls around them. In his mind he almost cheered himself for his quick thinking.
They both could still hear Moira walking around the shop, obviously befuddled and the only thought on her mind was whether the kid was okay or not. Mutterings of the bodyguard could be heard somewhere farther away…but just like the kid had said, everything went quiet.
Was it safe to say she’d left, he hadn’t heard the door open or close…
…but before he had time to think further the kid was already twisting and hitching against him, doing her best to face him.
Gob paled as her ass pushed his straining dick into his thigh, pressing painfully. Without a second thought as to the appropriateness of his actions, Gob grabbed her hips, hands landing on near intimate places to stop her from causing anymore wanted and unwanted friction.
How he wished she hadn’t turned that light on. At least in the darkness she wouldn’t have to see his pinched face with all the traces of everything he’d be ashamed to be caught with…but as oddly as it was the shame was only a fraction of it, and a small fraction at that. All other feelings seemed to stem from two sources: what was against his throbbing dick and under his hands. Somewhere, deep down he knew he may go to hell for doing this…but he pressed his hard-on into her despite the consequences, just to feel that nagging tight pleasure again.
Fuck, he really was going to hell…but, by the way she just stared at him, so was she.
Again he gave a very small, short thrust against her, wringing his fingers into the fabric of her vault suit; grasping her hips.
Yes, she was definitely going to hell. Gob sucked in a grunt when her body squashed into him, hands bracing on the door and…eyes…curious? He could go with that; curiosity. He’d had to work with fewer things, like outlandish fantasies and his tired left hand…
Before he could grab a clothed cheek, Gob took a few quick seconds to talk himself out of a brewing heart attack. Just going about this the right way; the careful way, would have better chances of not turning into a disaster. In his head he fit the urges into their proper places as he let his fingers squeeze a curve of the kid’s ass, pressing his hardness further between her cheeks.
The kid gasped, but in a way Gob hadn’t even let himself think about; the ‘I want you’ kind of way. She liked it, by all the crazy atom worshippers and hateful bigots…she fucking liked it!
Yes… there was something telling him not to run a hand up to one heavy breast and give it a firm squeeze…there’d also been a voice saying ‘don’t pull her hips into yours either’, but he did, oh how he did, and the kid took it all with a shaky moan.
“Gob.” It sounded like there should have been more after his name, more moans or maybe…maybe even praises; begging.
“Yess…?” He whispered hoarsely, leaning in closer so he could finger that zipper he’d known she’d sneakily unzipped earlier. Yes..yes, yes.
The kid didn’t say anything, but that was okay, because the roll of her hips was all the answer Gob needed, even if the other signs before now weren’t enough of an approval.
Today was going to be a good day. He’d known it would be when he’d woken up with a blanket hap hazardously thrown over him, and all the little things since had just further proven it…and to be honest, if the day went to shit after this he’d still be happy. Happy…indeed.
“You do want this, don’t you?” Gob grunted in her hair, breathing against the back of her neck as he slipped the zipper down. The sound of the metal teeth slipping out from one another all the way down to her navel was the instrument to her lyrical moans.
“W-what gave it away…?” She smirked in her words, breathing deeply with each syllable.
The rush when he slipped his rough hand into the warmth of her open vault suit made him reckless.
Reckless Gob…ha! He’d laughed if the words had been in the same sentence before…now, now he truly was…reckless. It took another roll of her rear for him to truly embrace the word. Time to prove his prowess, and really…before his skin started peeling he’d been a confident kid, handsome too; it just took a moment like this for that long buried side of him to come hurdling forth with one thing in mind – the kid – the kid and her kind words, good deeds and…soft body.
There was no hesitating voice when he found the bare skin of her stomach. It was so hot and so smooth, he just took a few moments to run the bitten pads of his fingers over the flesh; savoring it. The muscles in her abs tensed, mewling as he eased his fingers up her shirt and under her breasts. The further upwards the hotter she was, and it only made him imagine the fire that he’d feel between her legs.
For a moment he felt his meekness come back out as his thumb rubbed against the underside of one supple breast. What if she got cold feet before he could feel that all encompassing heat…
He felt a time limit appear; the clock ticking away, as if sooner or later she’d come to her senses and realize it was Gob – the ghoul – that was feeling her up in the closet.
Gob realized he’d let out a pitiful sound when he filled his hand with her bare breast; the nipple pushing into his palm.
She cooed, arching her backside into him. Gob felt her spread her legs, planting them as far as she could in such a small space. Speaking of small spaces…the closet had started heating up, and now, as Gob plucked and massaged the weight in his hand, the closet only felt more stifling than before.
Her position said more than her words ever could. The curve of her body – melding into him – the way she thrust her chest into his hand and rolled her body as if trying to coax his hand past her stomach and into the confines of her suit. It was hot, cramped, and suffocating…but to say Gob didn’t love everything about it would have been a flat out lie. Even the smell of ammonia mixed with her sweet smell was remarkable.
With the clanking echo of more supplies – more than likely brooms and plungers – Gob yanked her by her breast and stomach, flushing her against him with a groan. She was so much hotter than…than a furnace.
It might have been too eager of him to divest her of her suit so quickly; too impatient – but the kid didn’t seem to mind one bit. The yellow light above them made her skin a soft russet color, like the setting sun when the sand storms were predominantly harsh. To not run his hands over her back and shoulders would have been a crime, right? Right.
Tricky didn’t even come close to how he had to twist her around; balancing on his heels and ignoring the way the supplies dug into his back, just so he could squeeze her around to face him.
The kid looked shyer now that she was in front of him, or maybe she’d had that nervous little smile on her face all along.
Normally this would have been a good time to take a breather, ask her if she really wanted this and all that other nonsense he normally wouldn’t have thought was nonsense – but the sight of her exposed chest and the divot trailing down her belly to a firm stomach made his tongue swell. Words could be spoken in between what he planned to do to her…if there was any time for talk that is.
Gob barely registered the sounds and movement of her kicking the legs of her suit into a puddle on the floor, but what she did with those legs he couldn’t ignore.
The kid, like a new born babe, clung to him, legs hefted around his hips, feet on the shelves and arms locked around his neck.
Kissing…now that was something he didn’t dare dream about. Yeah, he could allow the idea of a woman letting him take her from behind – so she didn’t have to see his face as he fucked her – but this…
…wet lips almost ravishing his own was just too hard to believe and she didn’t even seem too deterred by the way he just went slack against her. A warm little tongue slipped into his mouth, licking at the insides of his cheeks as if he wasn’t some skinless walking corpse. He was still bemused when she started kissing his jaw, raking her nails up and down the backside of his shirt like she was trying to shed it off of him.
His senses came back quickly, with the help of a particularly aggressive grind against his still throbbing cock. She wanted it…as bad as him. The fact illuminated in his head like a neon sign; flashing as if to burn the reality into his brain.
With hands under her ass, it took a hitch for her breasts to press against his mouth – and no more than a turn of his head to have a dusky nipple in between his lips. Gob sucked roughly, a little out of practice when it came to this but still just as enthusiastic, besides…she didn’t seem to mind the slightest.
The kid’s moans grew; a bang on the door from when she tossed her head back should have worried him…the noise. Though it seemed, not only did he forget about the possibility of anyone being outside of the closet, but he also forgot about their even being an outside to the closet – it was just her and him.
Her light body quivered along his; hips rubbing forward as he teethed her breast with sloppy bites and kisses. Her skin was lightly salted, and the taste was nothing short of addictive.
There was no way in stopping his fingers from moving that extra few inches along her rear to that hot area between her legs. He couldn’t very well get a hand between their bodies but at this angle - with the wet fabric covering her – it was more than decent. She barked; the noise almost making him chuckle as he slipped his rough fingers along her, pressing harder when he felt the little protrusion. No man could forget about that spot, it was like a port in the storm…when things got rough it was always a beacon of hope.
Gob grunted. She was already soaking through and just that had him shoving her underwear aside, pushing one finger deep inside her.
The kid gasped, body arching enough to rip her nipple from his mouth. Gob kissed the underside of her breast, licking her skin as he wedged a second digit inside her. Ribbed walls sucked at his fingers; pulling and gripping around the intrusion.
As far as Gob was concerned this could have been enough for him. Being inside her, with his cock surrounded by what his fingers were coaxing inside of would have been great yes, but he could live with just this if he had to. Just tasting her skin - holding her as he twisted his fingers deep inside her - would have been more than enough for him. An hour ago he would have been happy just to enjoy talking to her for the rest of her life, but this…god, he couldn’t do much more than let his scabbed fingers show his appreciation.
Her hot breath pushed the clumps of hair on his head back, making him feel feverish as her body tightened around his fingers. Now was the time, before she…
…he groaned as he pulled his fingers from her, almost disappointed at the coolness on his fingers, but he had to get his pants off, had to at least try.
With her help, arching and twisting – creatively using legs and hands to push his pants down enough - finally got him out in the open humid air.
“…ahh…”, Gob couldn’t help but hiss at how good it felt to be relieved of that constraining tightness…so good that he couldn’t stop the gasp when her hips pulled up along his length, wetting his cock with her fluids.
“Hold on…kid…”, he pulled her hips forward then pressed them into the door just above his aching cock. This was it…that finally moment and still he couldn’t wrap his tongue around the right words…just…”Say yes.”, he grunted out, watching the kids face as she stared, looking as if she’d be drugged, drunk, or hit hard over the head…it was difficult for Gob to think of that look as lust, as hard as he tried.
“Yess…” With a yank he’d pulled her hips into his; plunging into her with a resounding slap of their skin. “…damn’it!” The way the kid cursed, almost innocently as her body stretched around him almost made him come. Now that he looked back on it, as she writhed around him, it’s been a smart idea to prep her. Not only was she snug as any virgin but she…wait…
Gob froze, feeling her body refuse to yield around his cock. Was she…? No..no she wasn’t a…
She was grasping the back of his head and neck like she was massaging him, pawing at him with an almost uncomfortable look on her face.
“Kid, are you-“
“Shh...Moira…remember.” Her panting breath hit his face, smelling of soda and bubblegum. He was inside of the kid…and really she was a kid…a virginal twenty year old kid. Somewhere something told him to feel ashamed that he was taking the untainted vault kids virginity in the stuffy closet of Moira’s store…but fuck, it just made him hotter.
Gob watched her as he pulled out, reading the light twinge of pain on her face before he submerged himself back inside her scorching heat. The heat; the wetness…how goddamn tight she was felt so good he could feel his shoulders go slack. It was hard to be slow, harder still to be slow and shallow, but it took no more than a growl and a twist of her hips for him to get the message. She may have been a sweet kid, but she didn’t need to be handled like a doll…this was Three Dog’s messiah of the wasteland after all.
So Gob sucked down a moan, slamming up inside of her, down to the hilt as he’d first done. She cried out; whined as her fingers curled into the front his shirt.
The pain would go away he told himself…just a little bit more and she’d…there, she gasped, body wringing around his flesh as he drove it inside her with an unrelenting pace.
It was easy to let go; a relief really to just burry and hilt with fast hard plunges that left their hips smacking audibly together.
It barely registered when she came. She’d been so tight the whole time that a little bit more tautness didn’t seemed like so much when he was just concentrating on getting out of her quick enough to sink back in. How he hadn’t come already Gob wasn’t too sure – chuck it up to luck he guessed.
He used her ultra sensitive flesh to his advantage, slowing his pace, catching his breath as she howled and pulled her knee up under his arm.
Gob kissed her shoulder, resting his teeth on her skin as he gasped, pausing only enough to hook one of her legs up against his shoulder as the angle helped him sink further inside. They both groaned at the change. This, with her leg arching to the ceiling and his fingers securing her limb, was a good…good idea.
Gob had her straight against the door, giving her hard upwards thrusts that had the door banging and shaking in its hinges. The sheer brutality of it; the passionate way she grabbed his cheeks when he started sucking at her neck just fueled it all. It was aggression and primal need that started driving him…taking over as he brought her to another short quivering climax.
The kid started making these half gasp half yelling noises as her fingers splayed over his face and neck…to know it was him that was pulling the sounds out of her just made his stomach knot suddenly.
Nothing mattered for the next twelve seconds as his orgasm started roaring to life – it was just her, her screams, the slamming of the door as he drove her harder into it – the way their hips slapped together, her wetness seeping down his cock…her fingers…her smell…
Gob growled, huffing out a series of tense grunts as he came. Still he thrust upwards, releasing more than just cum inside her; tension and the like. He bared his teeth in her neck, sucking in air through them with a few more hard shoves before he slowly rocked his hips back and forth…a weak little spasm sounded on his still hard flesh.
He made the kid come three times…somewhere he expect to find a trophy; a reward…but when he opened his eyes to the honey colored sweaty skin against his face he grinned.
At this angle he could see down at her heaving breasts, red from bouncing against him.
In fact, he’d been about to vocalize the reward she truly was when she shifted on the door…and it gave a fearful bending creak.
They both froze, staring at the other with widening eyes as the door heaved against her back and slowly – like the last few seconds before a bomb went off – the door slipped of its hinges and fell backwards, carrying them both in tow.
Gob landed, hands on either side of her, arms pained and body suddenly cold and dry as the light of the shop flooded into his eyes. The kid screamed, her thin arms wrapping around him suddenly in a death grip…what the…
Following the kids drained expression was Moira, staring down curiosity – if not a shocked as them – with a notepad and pencil clutched in both hands…as if she’d been in the process of jotting something interesting down.
She’d been there the whole time, Gob knew it, the kid knew it…and god knows what was scribbled down in the notepad already…nothing that needed to be shared, that was for sure.
“Oh. Hello there…”, it was as if the red-head was trying to sound sheepish for once, “…I do know this might be the wrong time and all, but…I have so many questions! How did-“
Gob balked, staring almost comically at the babbling red-head as the kid covered her face in his chest.
Despite the door and the intrusion…it was still a good day.