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"Let's turn this way."
"Why? Straight shot Through these trees. We can make it well before sunup. You scared of a little woods Dee?"
"No, I just know of a little place."
Nora eyed him and then with a little shrug gestured him forward and followed behind. They soon came to a little cabin she recalled seeing before.
She smiled at the railroad marker on the right edge of the door frame as she followed Deacon inside, turning on her Pipboy light so he could rummage around.
He pulled open a panel and removed an oil lamp and lighter, lighting it and setting it on a dresser next to the bed in the small room.
"Where ever have you brought me to?"
His lips quirked as they both dropped their bags. She looked back and he was staring at her. Her silly quip about him being silent for once died on her lips.
He opened his mouth once, then twice and then held his hand out to her taking her fingers in his and tugging her gently towards him.
She looked up at herself reflected in his glasses for a few silent moments as they stood a few inches apart linked by their hands.
He took a deep breath and took their joined hands up to the arm of his glasses, waited for her to grab hold of them and pulled them up and off his face.
She waited in the silence, captivated by his eyes. "Did you really mean what you said last night?"
"Not that I didn't mean everything I said last night, but you're going to have to be a bit more specific than that."
"Would you really leave with me? And Shaun."
She swallowed. "I would Dee."
"Nora... Christ." His eyes closed briefly, then opened back up with a renewed intensity.
"When I told you about Barbara, I think I was half hoping that you'd be disgusted with me. That you'd tell me the fuck off. Because, goddamn me Nora, everything you said last night was true for me too.
"Everyone I've cared about since her it's been behind this wall. My persona of the moment in between them and me. Being around you... I don't know when it happened and maybe I don't even know who I am any more, but I realized that you slipped in between, made the pieces fit, made the jokes less hollow. The way you saw through my bullshit, I couldn't hide and I didn't want to. You trusted me.
"So I decided to do the same. Nora, Knowing that I can trust you was enough for me. There's so many people to take care of you and I meant it when I said I would always being your corner.
"I was so happy just having you as a friend I didn't realize... Well I didn't realize and I'm sorry Nora."
"I guess we've always been flirting with each other. And everyone else."
He huffed a little laugh. "I didn't think I meant that much to you Nora. I'm a grade A asshole who can't tell the truth to save my life. I don't deserve you, but hell if I can turn away."
"I could have initiated too, Deacon. I didn't want to take advantage of the trust you had in me."
He frowned. "Guess I kept my mouth shut too long."
She raised her eyebrows and watched his lips quirk up. "Well, you're just going to have to show me what that mouth is good for then."
His eyes lighted with surprise at her change in tone, but he fell into it easily. "Sure you can handle it boss?"
"What can't I handle?"
And with that he was tugging her forward, arms around her back, chests pressed together. She gasped and barely thought to pull his sunglasses up before they squished them and then his mouth was on hers, tongue tickling hers. She recovered quickly and put her free hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
His arms wrapped around her a little tighter, fingers pressing into her sides, pulling her up on the balls of her feet. Her fingers pressed deeper into his neck and she felt his pulse racing.
When he pulled back, leaving them both panting, she saw wetness in the corners of his eyes, but he was smiling widely. "God, Nora, I've been wanting to do that for so long."
"Nearly crushed your sunglasses in your rush."
"I've got spares."
"I might just break them all so I can get this view whenever I want." Her free hand came up to his cheek and rubbed her thumb under his eye.
"Promise you can get it whenever you want beautiful, but please leave me a pair or two."
She breathed out a laugh and pulled him back down to her lips. It was brief and gentle this time and she sighed against him.
He relaxed his hold and she sank back onto her feet.
She smiled back at him, feeling giddy excitement bubble up in her as he did the same to her.
"Do you take all the girls to an old abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods with a mattress with 200 years of use or am I special?"
He laughed at her joke and put her head in his hand and said, "Nora, I really don't think you know how special you really are."
The look in his eyes as a smile twitched on his face sent a shiver up her spine. He kissed her cheek again and stepped away and towards his bag. "Plus, for you, I have a nice blanket to lay down over that 200-year-old used mattress."
She set his sunglasses down on the old dresser and wrapped her arms around him from behind as he stood up with the rolled up blanket, pressing her face into his neck.
"I'm shocked you think I'm so easy."
He turned in her arms, tossing the blanket onto the bed.
"Less about how easy you are and more about how irresistible I am."
She grinned and licked her lips with raised eyebrows. "Oh you can say that again." She pressed their hips together. "Why Deacon, is that a mine in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Figured we should have a little protection while we were both distracted," he said as he removed said mine from his pocket, only for Nora to push up closer to him and cause his breath to stutter.
"You'd better let me set a few of these outside the door. I think the rest of the gang would have my head if I was so careless with the boss that I got carried away and let something sneak up on us."
"Not too often something can sneak up on me."
He leaned down to her ear, brushing his lips along her cheek and pressing his erection into her hip. "Oh I fully intend to make you forget everything around you except me."
He pulled back, enjoying how her eyes closed to hide how much his words affected her. "So, I'll just stop out real quick and set a perimeter if that's alright with you boss?"
"By all means." She pressed against him this time.
"You play dirty boss. I like it."
"Hurry back and find out just how dirty."
The cool night air brought Deacon back to reality some and he set about carefully placing his mines and trying not to think of Nora.
When he returned, she was bent over the bed, smoothing out the blanket over the mattress. Unable to help himself he took hold of her hips and pressed up against her. She moaned and his waning arousal came back full force and he bit back his answering moan.
She straightened against him, craning her neck back to look at him. ”We all good, Dee?”
”All set boss.”
”Good.” She reached her hand behind her and pulled him down for a kiss. She melted into him as his hands tightened on her hips and his lips slid over hers.
He smiled at the feeling and trailed his lips across her jaw. "With any luck the wasteland will give us a few uninterrupted hours."
She moaned gently as one hand moved up her hip and caught on the hem of her t-shirt. "Hours, hmm? You sure you got it in you old man?"
He scoffed quietly against her ear now. "You got a least a century and a half on me. I think I'll keep up."
She laughed back and then moaned outright as his rough hand began trailing up her stomach.
She nipped at his jaw in retaliation, unable to think of a comeback.
His other hand joined under her shirt and pulled her back into him as he returned to her mouth.
She slowly relaxed in his arms and let him guide their mouths. His hands traveled upwards slowly and ran over the thinning fabric of her older sports bra, thumbs finding and circling her nipples gently.
"Dee..." She drew out his name, breathing it into him. He lifted his head to get a look at her. She was settled again him, head resting on his shoulder, eyes half closed, ass pressing into his groin, breasts pressing into his hands.
"Fuck, Nora." She opened her eyes a little more and a smile ghosted her lips.
"I'm pretty sure that's the plan." He pinched her nipples softly and watched her gasp.
"That's most definitely the plan, but I'm having too much fun here to move on just yet." He palmed her breasts fully and massaged them, bringing a smile back to her face. "Am I to assume that you are too?"
She laughed. "Oh, yes." She tightened her hand on his neck. "I could look at your eyes for hours. They're beautiful."
He smirked and ran his fingers under her bra to skim across her nipples and watched her eyes drift shut again, making him chuckle.
"Shut it."
He hovered above her mouth. "Make me."
She pulled him against her and slipped her tongue into his mouth as he continued to tease her nipples.
They were lost in each other for some time like that, Deacon alternating his touch between hard and soft and Nora's fingers scrambling for purchase against his bald head. Deacon moved from her mouth, panting softly against her jaw, twisting his fingers to make her moan. "You always this sensitive, Fixer?"
"Maybe I've just been waiting too damn long."
"I know I saw you and Preston slinking out not two days ago. No wonder you need so many partners. Only two-"
She gasped again as one hand slid down to run along the skin around her waistline. "Waiting for you, asshole." She breathed, out, cutting off what surely would have been a circulatory rant. Mustering her faculties as much as she could, she pressed back into his crotch with hers and pulled a moan from him as his erection settled more firmly between her ass cheeks.
He breathed a curse against her neck as she began rocking her hips just enough to tease and tightened his hold on her. "Me? Now w-what's so special, a-about me?"
She smiled at her victory. "Someone told me it was your mouth, but I'm not convinced yet."
He sucked a hickey on her neck, groaning as she squirmed against him.
He spun her around and nudged her gently back onto the bed, leaning over the top of her panting, smiling face. "Oh, don't worry, boss, I've got plenty more convincing to do."
He leaned down towards her neck, but she grabbed his face and held it. "I'm serious, Dee. Your eyes are fucking beautiful." She watched him flush and his mouth twitched while he thought of something to say, but she pulled him in for a kiss before it could come out.
Her hands left his face and trailed down his shoulders to grip his flexed biceps where he held himself up above her, then ran them under the sleeves of his t-shirt and back up to his shoulders.
He moved back down to her neck and she tugged at his shirt when her hands became tangled. "Take this damn thing off." She grumbled.
"So bossy. You know I outrank you, right?" He muttered, unable to keep his face composed as he peeled off the offending garment.
She propped up on her elbows to inspect him. "Not anymore. If you ever did."
His muttering was under his breath, something about a founder, but she was focused on the expanse of skin in front of her and the low slung pants that showed the band of those silly pink underwear.
She'd seen him half dressed plenty while on the road. But it was always just quick peeks, followed with mutual teasing. Now she had the time to take stock of him properly.
He was much more built than all his disguises let on. Still, she shouldn't have been surprised, knowing what he was capable of.
"Speechless, sweetheart?" He flexed his pecs. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her face against his belly, smiling when he tensed and shut up.
"Arrogant brat." She muttered, trailing kisses along his stomach and letting her hands fall to the button of his jeans, looking up at him as she began working them open.
He stepped back suddenly and had to catch her. He used his hold to get her back on the bed. "Uh, uh. You're trying to distract me again and then accuse me off not following through with my promise."
She breathed heavily, flushed with his manhandling. "What promise was that?"
He was already leaning down her body and pulling up her shirt to bring his lips to her bare stomach. "Showing you what my mouth can do. You did want the full demonstration, didn't ya?" She arched under him as he pulled up her bra over her breasts and continued trailing his mouth upwards.
"God, yes, Deacon."
He trailed his lips lightly over her nipple and continued up towards her mouth, nipping at her lips. "Good. Let's get these off and I'll get to work."
She scrambled up and helped him discard the items with his shirt.
He pushed her to scoot up the bed more and straddled her waist. She was still on her elbows and the sight of his erection tenting the silly printed underwear inside of the undone pants that brushed against her own jeans made her shiver with need.
He followed her eye line and smiled. He leaned down to her mouth. "Soon. You just lay back now." He nudged her face with his until she did so. "That's right. Let me make you feel good." He nipped down her neck and the only response he received was her hands coming back to his shoulders and squeezing.
She did what he asked and settled against the bed, letting her neck and shoulders relax as he trailed his mouth along her skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. It wasn't long until her thoughts were reduced to the sensations he was causing. Though dimly aware of this and recognizing that she should keep more aware, she let it go and trusted him to do it for her.
He made her nipples tight and then blew against them. He nipped and sucked all the way across her collarbone. He placed his tongue into her belly button, holding her down when she bucked. All the while, he returned to her mouth, letting her grip him tight and stare into his exposed eyes, until he moved away again and into something new.
When he popped the button on her jeans, sucking her breast into his mouth, she whimpered. He slipped his hand into her underwear, parting the nearly trimmed hair and pressed against her clit.
"Dee..."
He pulled his head up to level with hers, arm twisted to keep it in place when she whimpered again at his attempt to withdraw. "You want me to get these things off?"
He opened her eyes, looking glassy and a little confused, but her words were clear. "You got about 30 more seconds before I rip both them and yours off and have my way with you."
"Aye, aye, captain."
He pulled his hand out and sat back on his heels, pausing to look at her and the mess he'd made of her skin, marked with love bites and hickies. He shivered himself and slid off the bed and grabbed hold of her pants and underwear and with a sharp tug brought her hips to the edge of the bed and then pulled them to her ankles where the became trapped in her boots.
He cursed and she laughed as he fumbled with the laces. She steadied her breathing and ran her hands along her skin. "I concede, Dee. That mouth is definitely good for something."
He pulled off one boot, then the other and finally got her pants off. He kneeled up, pushing himself between her thighs. "Saved the best for last." Before she could respond, he leaned down and swiped his tongue from her entrance to get clit, holding her things as she thrust towards his mouth and groaned.
"Fuck yes."
His dick was beginning to ache and it pulsed at her words. He dispensed with the teasing and began working furiously at her clit, driving up the volume of her moans as her fingers scratched across the surface of his head. He circled her entrance with a finger and her breath stuttered, and she came, squeezing her thighs tightly into him.
He continued mouthing at her clit as she shuddered, enjoying the sounds that came out of her.
"Deacon, fuck me. Please."
He looked up at her and she nodded as if to confirm her words.
He pulled his pants down to his thighs, in no mood to deal with his own boots. He leaned over her, forearms framing her face, dick brushing her thigh. "Are you ready, Nora? I didn't-"
She framed his face in her hands. "I've been ready for you for a long time Dee." The way she said it made him think she didn't mean just tonight. "Hold your eyes open for me. Just for a little bit. Let me watch you while you slide it in."
What could he say to that? For once the spy didn't know. But he wasn't going to deny her.
He reached down with one hand to ensure he was lined up properly and pushed forward. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes on hers as the warmth of her pussy slowly enveloped him.
Her mouth worked soundlessly and her thumbs petted his cheeks until he bottomed out inside her and groaned, tossing his head back and closing his eyes.
She drug him down for a kiss. "Feels so good." He hummed an agreement, but stayed where he was. She ran her nails along his skin, kissing him back lazily.
When he finally got his control back, he started rocking his hips with slow thrusts. ”Touch yourself Nora. I want to feel you cum on my dick."
She stared at him in the eyes, unused to such blatant statements of facts from him and loving every second of it.
She reached her hand between them and began rubbing slow circles on her clit, matching the pace of his thrusts.
It was her turn to nip at his jaw and neck, getting a little thrill anytime his eyes opened and fell on hers.
He ran and hand through her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Nora, I-" he pulled his head up and watched her lazily open her eyes. "I love you."
She gasped at a particularly well placed thrust that pressed her hand into her clit.
"Fuck, Dee. I love you too."
He kissed her back as she leaned up to him. "I bet you're just saying that cuz I'm rocking your world with my dick right now."
Beneath the usual banter, Nora heard a tone of genuine insecurity. And the way he was looking at her, begging for a response, well it only fueled her impending orgasm.
She placed her free hand on his face, matching his thrusts now. "Not that you aren't, but I promise it'll still be true after." Her words came out ragged, but she managed to keep her eyes on his. He looked like he didn't quite understand still, but he nodded and kissed her hand, picking up the pace.
"Yes, I'm so close, Dee."
He bent back down to her mouth and kissed her more roughly and with less eloquence than he had thus far, murmuring encouragements.
Nora felt lightheaded and surrounded by him in the best possible way. Her heels pressed into his back and she arched up as she came for the second time, sighing his name into his mouth.
He pulled himself up, looking down at her nearly limp body as she shook with little shivers as he continued working in and out of her and trailed his hands up to grasp her thighs.
"Fuck, Nora." Was all he could manage as her pussy continued to spasm around him.
"Mm hmm. Fuck. Come on Dee, fuck me good now. Let me watch your come."
Retorts filtered through his brain, but nothing came out other than a groan. He tightened his hands on her thighs and began thrusting wildly, unable to take his eyes of her, watching her eyes open and close and her lips twitch.
"W-where?"
"Hmm?" She looked confused and he started to pull out, but her legs locked around him. He widened his eyes. "It's okay." She murmured.
With that, he thrust deep, unable to consider the ramifications at this point and came, throwing his head back, fingers digging into her thighs.
"Fuck yes." She whispered, sitting up just enough to wrap her arms around him and pull him back down on top of her.
His arms slid under her back and his head fell to her chest. She held him there, running gentle fingers along his head and face long after his breathing returned to normal. She started to wonder if he'd fallen asleep, but didn't want to bother checking.
He heaved a shuddering breath and pulled himself up. She kept her hand on his cheek and he pressed into it. "I really do love you Nora. I never thought I'd say it again. But here we are."
She nodded. "And I really do love you, Deacon.”
He smiled. "Guess I'm good for something then."
She wanted to chide him for his self deprecation, but was distracted as he sat up and gently extricated himself from her, making them both moan.
He stayed where he was, hands on her bent I'll knees, looking down at her pussy. "That's so fucking hot, Nora."
She quirked an eyebrow. "Kinky."
He only gave her his infamous grin as he turned back to his bag and pulled out a towel.
He wiped himself up, then handed it to her to sit down finally take off his damned boots.
When she shivered, he pulled her to the center of the bed, letting her lean on his chest while he leaned against the headboard and wrapped the blanket up around their sides.
"Did it work?"
"Did what work?"
"Did you stop thinking of all the things to massacre outside and only think of me?"
She snorted. "Yes, actually. But don't go getting a big head about it."
"Too late."
They both quieted for a while, listening to the noises outside.
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”Tell me about her."
Deacon swallowed, looking down at her as she craned her head back to see him.
"Awful heavy pillow talk, don't you think boss?"
"Then make it light, Dee." She pulled herself up so she was shoulder to shoulder with him and pressed their foreheads together. "I know you're thinking about her right now."
"Will you tell me about Nate?"
"Yeah." She brushed a light kiss on his lips and then settled her head on his shoulder. His arm came up to adjust the blanket around them. She wanted in silence for him to start.
"What was his favorite color?"
"It was green when we were growing up. He loved the woods. But after he came home from the war, he said he couldn't stand green anymore. And he hated the snow. He never really said, but I think it was blue. He tended towards blue things, clothes, furniture, stuff like that."
”Not pink?" He gestured vaguely towards the discarded underwear.
She laughed. "Maybe. I think he meant those as part of some anniversary night out. He always planned ahead..." She trailed off, thinking of the one thing they hadn't planned ahead for. "What was hers?"
"Yellow." His hold tightened on her. "She found these dishes one time at a shop. Brightest, ugliest yellow, a little chipped, but she loved them. Begged the shop owner to hold them for me. Scraped up the caps, paid for them one by one and surprised her with them.” He leaned his head against hers. ”Ate off them damn things every night. But it was worth it to watch her run her fingers over the rim or set her mug down so gently."
They swapped inconsequential stories until the very first rays of light began brightening the room and they agreed it was time to start heading out.
She started to get up, but he pulled her back to his chest, holding her head against him so she couldn't look at him. "I never found out if she was a synth all along or if she was swapped. None of the data was clear enough to tie it to her." His breath stuttered. "It shouldn't matter, but I hoped to find something.”
Nora found his hand and gripped it.
"I know she's dead. I saw it with my own eyes and if... If that was the swapped version of Barbara, then the institute killed the real one. They didn't leave loose ends."
She waited for him to continue and when he didn't, pressed up on his hold. He relented and she took his face in her hands. "I’m sorry, Dee. I can hear how much you loved her. If you ever want to talk about her, I’ll listen.”
He nodded. “Same here.”
She kissed him softly, ready to say more, then stopped. He nodded and kissed her once more before they got up and set about preparing to leave.
By the time they’d disarmed and repacked the mines, the sun was nearly up. They stood outside the door, Deacon with his glasses in his hands.
“One more look, Dee.”
“Some kind of fetish I should know about Boss?”
She ignored him in favor of brushing her thumbs under his eyes. “I think this shade of blue is my new favorite color.”
He seemed caught off guard, but then started to smile that smile she knew meant something devious.
“Don’t start. Put your damn glasses on and let’s get back and deal with the mess.”
“Your wish is my...strong recommendation.”
She rolled her eyes and hoisted her pack. He caught her arm as she started forward. She raised her eyebrows as he stared at her, now through his glasses. Then he held out his hand. She placed hers in his and he started forward.
“In your corner, boss.”