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-Crater watering hole-
Meg watched from her perch in the paddle boat as Blair handed her glasses over to Lou before drunkenly tottering over to Terri with a sardonic smile stretched across her face, flipping the bottle in her hand before crashing it across the unsuspecting raider's face.
“Fucking hell seventy-six.” She grumbled.
Pushing herself off the boat, Meg walked over to the growing crowd hearing a mixed chorus of chants and slurs tossed at the redhead hurling her fists into the crumpled raider writhing in the toxic valley dust.
“Lou, get your damn wild animal off that poor girl. Think the point was good and well made, don't you?” Meg barked, shaking her head at the mess of meat sputtering unheard apologies. “Shoulda kept ya damn mouth shut around Blair, be lucky if you don’t have one fucked up face yourself.”
“Anyone else got fuck all to say about Lou being here?” Blair drunkenly bellowed. It was clear to all that the woman had drunk herself into a stupor as she swayed like a wind-blown sheet in Lou's arms.
First time for everything Meg thought amusedly, keen eyes watching close as he kept her standing upright and fists low, hands engulfing her own whole as he spoke to her in hushed tones, settling the fresh little firecracker down with ease.
“Get her the hell out of here, would ya Lou.”
“Yeah yeah, I'll throw her down in my room again.” The weathered old ghoul grumbled.
“Not your room. I want ya’s to take Blair back to her little greenhouse. Little early morning stroll will do ya both good.” Meg ordered, jerking her head towards the entrance.
“I ain't leaving.” Lou glowered.
“Well then, I suppose you won't mind Raf taking her then. Iv heard he's been itching to see her new setup by the watch station.” Meg quipped right back at the cranky bastard.
She damn well knew Lou would take the bait, smirking as he shot her a scowl before throwing the slip of a woman over his shoulder. Raf’s advances towards Blair had been making the rounds around the Crater rumor mill as of late, leaving Lou a sulking mess anytime the woman was away, turning his sour moods nearly unbearable.
“Yeah, that's what I figured.” She snorted.
Raf’s a fucking jagoff was all Meg could hear as he trodded off with a chorus of drunken giggles trailing behind.
“Might do ya some good to take her up on that break while your there!!” She hollered, laughing heartily over the middle finger held high and proud on his way out.
Tipping her bottle back she downed her last beer, ruminating on how soon she would likely see the pair again, hopefully not for a while if it were up to seventy-six. Looking down at Terri, she gave the woman a soft nudge with her boot.
“Still with us?”
A strangled groan signified she was indeed alive, conscious, and assuredly missing a few teeth.
“Maybe next time ya keep your mouth shut in regards to Lou.”
Looking up at the dispersing crowd she saw most filled with amusement, but a select few had been painted with obvious disdain. The heat of hate could be a serious long-term problem if not handled correctly, and Meg knew it well as she geared up to address the crowd.
“Just would like to say this, if it weren't for Seventy-six and Lou we wouldn't have had a chance in hell at nabbing that gold. Now, I know most of yall would take a bullet for Lou, but some of ya still seem to have certain feelings about his appearance. How about you keep it to your damn self, maybe show a little respect to what they’ve done for Crater, unless you want to end up like Terri the twat here. That being said, I would like to personally invite any of yous to come to me with future problems you may have with the pair, I’m sure we can work something out, and I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.” Meg hollered, with a twinge of sarcasm sprinkled in at the end.
The raider leader sat and watched the crowd disperse quietly, silently wishing Lou the best in a world that could never exist without the mark of hate.
Hell she thought its why were all in this damn mess.
-Converted Greenhouse of Raider Blair Lafar-
The stale heat of the toxic valley afternoon clung to the converted greenhouse of Blair Louise Lafar much to her chagrin. Her mouth felt as dry as the valley below and as she struggled to roll out of bed, blurry-eyed and irritable she became acutely aware of another person hanging off her bruised wrist, and in her bed.
“Yinz finally decided to wake up huh? Already missed a whole damn day.” Lou gruffed, eyes narrowed in on the little 76 vaultie. “Kept these nice and safe for ya.”
Lou pulled her glasses from a side pocket before shoving them unceremoniously onto her face. Mumbling her thanks, she looked down at the shackled wrist and sat there in silence, attempting to retrace her steps to no avail.
“Why are we back at my greenhouse Lou? You were pretty adamant about holing up in Crater.” Reaching down she grabbed her trusty gold flash to help wash out the cotton and cobwebs.
“Whatevers in that damned flask of yours sent us back here. Yinz don't remember shit from last night does ya?”
“Vodka brought you back to my cabin? Should have said something sooner. I have plenty of it.” Blair tossed him a crooked grin already knowing well a scowl was in place. “Things are a little hazy.”
“Meg kicked you out of Crater for the night, and rightfully so.”
“Ahh, well fuck. What happened Lou?” She sputtered.
Squirimg under his gaze Blair side-eyed the ghoul and braced for impact, knowing it would be a shit show and a half. To her surprise though she watched as his marred face softened and looked away before answering.
“One of those crater younging's mouthed off to ya, and yinz decided to beat them into a bloody pulp…”
“What did they even say?” Blair grunted.
Details of last night were nothing but a blur she couldn't make heads or tails of and as she shoved a cigarette between her lips; stopping short with the lighter as the realization settled in.
“It was that little punk bitch who always has something nasty to say about you, wasn't it. Hell what was her name again? Thersea.” Blairs gaze softened, reaching out to brace a comforting hand against his shoulder.
Lou nodded quietly, eyes shied away as he plucked the lighter free, reaching out to light the hanging cigarette from her mouth. “Terri actually. Hand me one of those would ya, alongs with the damn key for these cuffs, ain't going nowhere this late anyways.”
Blair grinned from ear to ear, fishing out the key from her front pocket.
“You find this fucking hilarous don’t cha.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely I do.” She cackled. “That twat had it coming for a long time and I know Meg would agree with me.”
“I don't need ya defending me.” He spat back.
“No, you don’t Lou.” she retorted right back venomless.
She took a long hard drag off her cigarette, eyes hungrly grazing along the stocky shoulders and down to the hands that could swallow her neck whole if it came down to it. No, it was obvious to anyone Lou could well handle his own in a fight, but the man’s more peaceful nature led to him taking the high road, every damn time.
“Im not going to let them spread all that hate around Crater, it's infectious and rude.You're a good man who deserves his spot at Crater and I will happily defend that any day.”
Lou gave a swift tug on the handcuffs pulling her straight to his face. “Why though.” He grumbled, bloodshot eyes dancing nervously between her verdant green filled with annoyance and something else he couldn't quite stick his finger on, one that felt so familiar but nonetheless eluded him.
“Why? You daft old man. Your seriously asking me that.” She huffed. Taking one last drag off her cigerette she looked away, tossing it into the bedside ashtray.
“Get this damn handcuff off me, I’ll tell ya fucking why.”
Blair knew the moment had arrived, deciding to lay it all on line as heat of longing began to build in her chest and urged her forward, ready to finally spill the feelings long concealed.
Lou eyed her up hesitantly before pulling the cuff away from a chaffed wrist, red and angry from the scrape of the metal mingling with the heat, his first instinct was to grab some medicine but he was stopped short.
“You can be such a fool of a man you know.” She breathed shakily, feeling the searing heat of nerves racing across her cheeks and down through her chest.
Grabbing hold of Lou’s jacket, she pulled him down in a flash, lips pressing soft and eager against his own before he could mutter a single word of protest. The sweet burn of vodka and lust flooded his system, sending him spiraling.
How could she want this? Im an irradiated husk of a man I once was. I have nothing to offer aside from a damn hole in the ground, he thought despairingly. Yet, it quickly became clear as day Blair had chosen him time and time again. He was a fool, and a touch-starved one at that. No woman had been brave enough to come close since the bombs dropped, never mind that he couldn't have trusted a single one of them to get past the door.
Not at least until Blair had fallen into his life and pulled him out of his little shitstorm of self-induced hatred. A hatred that she had come to expose was heavily perpetuated by some of the craters' less tolerant members. No, the signs had been there, hell the women fought off a goddamn bear for him. He instead chose to ignore them, believing them just to be the musings of a senile old pervert wishing for a taste of her youthful passion. A taste it seemed she was freely and eagerly willing to give. He figured he should just get up and limp his way back to Crater, suffer through the searing rub of the zipper at his already engorged cock for even thinking about tasting her flesh.
But his feet were filled with lead, leaving him grasping tight to the hands holding onto his overalls, embracing the offerings of velvet lips and soft whimpers at his choice to stay. For Blair, his acceptance of her affection was like a grenade going off around them, freeing the unbridled lust that had grown these past few weeks for the ghoul.
The searing heat of mingled infatuations quickly engulfed the pair as Blair clamored into his lap with a guttural groan, rocking desperately against the bulge rising to greet her.
“Fucking hell, glad your starting to see things my way for once.” Blair grunted, ripping his straps from their clasp in a rush.
“Hungry little kitten aren't ya?” He murmured roughly.
“Desperate would be putting it mildly and I'm not even ashamed to admit it Lou.” She confessed hotly in his ear, lips pressing softly against his skin as she did.
It was all the prompting he needed before turning to dive hungirly against her lips, hands moving just as fast. Blairs' vest flew across the room, followed quickly by the vicious rip of her tank top leaving nothing but scraps to liter the floor. Lou was just as eager and couldn't help the deep rumble of appreciation he felt as her massive breasts spilled forward offering him a soft escape.
The heavy thud of boots mixed with her feral groan as she buried his head between the heavy mounds, the salacious sounds of Lou’s lips drawing in her nipples mixed in to echo around her small little greenhouse; It was the sweetest kind of music Blair could have asked for.
The callous from his well worked hands scraped harshly against smooth alabaster skin as he worked them down past her waistband brushing softly against the tangle of copper curls and wet heat that soaked them as lips left trails of fire across her chest and neck, racing around her body like a man freed from prison.
“Yinz was right, I am a damn fool for making you wait this long.” He murmured, fingers coming away drenched from the truth. Blairs hand shot out to grasp his wrist pulling it eagerly forward before popping the wet digits into her mouth, tongue grazing along the network of scars, until each finger was sucked clean.
“Thats it sweets, yinz starting to awaken in me something I long thought dead and buried.” He drawled out low before delicately grasping her chin, heated gaze searching her face once more for before dropping in to graze his lips against hers slow and steady.
Lou’s newfound boldness thrilled Blair as deft hands hoisted her gently on her back, pants flying off to land on her knight in shining armor near the door.
Low and heady laughter quickly filled the room as she spread her legs open wide and inviting, begging for him to come and finally have his taste. Blair was indeed a starving kitten and as she gazed up at Lou she felt more than just the twang of white hot lust, a sense of pride overtook her as she realized after weeks of gentle coaxing just how far he had ventured out of that secure little hidey hole. Lou had finally pushed past that feral fear and started to truly embrace the chance to not just exist but to begin living life once more.
“I’m all yours baby.” She purred softly, knowing in her heart they were kindred souls finally binding themselves together. Blair would stay by this man’s side, steadfast and fearless through this thing they called life for as long as he would have her.
“Now this, this is the kind of luck a man needs.” Lou grunted.
Weathered hands skimmed the backs of her thighs, pushing them wide before diving down into her waters like it were his private wasteland oasis. Blair shuddered and strained under the swift ministrations of his tongue between her folds, lapping like a starved man, tongue circling around the bundle of nerves before diving down in a hot line, then right back up again.
Blair worked her hips in the angles she needed leaving the man groaning deep and low as she began to ride his face unabashedly, covering him with her slick arousal. Lou’s head began to spin like a top over the heady taste. Damn near forgot just how fucking good women taste.
“Lou, fuck me, now please” She gasped.
Trembling under him she bucked and grinded, desperate for more than just the man's tongue. It had been a long while, hell a solid 5 years since she had a man in her bed, and she was pulled tighter than an overdrawn bow string moments away from completely snapping.
As he stood to shimmy out of his overalls Blair laid there a panting mess, watching greedily as Lou’s meaty cock sprang forward, marred as brutally as the rest of body.
“Holy fucking shit Lou. You've been hiding a goddamn thick monster of a cock.” She blurted out. Licking her lips she beckoned him forward before enthustically tugging him down, weeks of yearning to feel the weight of his thick corded body worked hard from his times in the mines was finally all hers for the taking. The scars of Lou’s trauma scrapped and tugged at her flesh, sending her body into a heated frenzy beneath him with a hand bracing by her head and the other snacking under her hips, lifting her to rut between the slick folds of her hot swollen cunt.
“Yinz really got a way with words don't ya.” He rasped hotly, moving to suck at the column of her neck, relishing in the salty taste of her skin and the way she kept whispering his name laced in adoration as he slid in a slow, steady grind through her folds, scrapping the ridges hard against her clit that left her legs violently shaking.
“Fuck me good and I promise I’ll sing for ya-” Blair cried out. Both panting heavily as he stretched her wide, sliding in all the way home.
“Fucking christ kitten, I ain't going to last, yous feel like heaven.” He whispered, before grinding desperately against her, fingers digging into her lower back.
Lips crashed together in desperate pleas for more as bodies sank into a frenzied attempt at release leaving Blair’s adulterous aria mixing in with his baritone murmurs and wooden creaks of an old straining bed. A whore house symphony is what she would call it back in the day and it was music to her ears as they both clamored towards their crescendo, bodies straining and clawing at each other like wild animals. Cries of the woman's unadulterated passion wrapped Lou in a the sweetest embrace as her cunt tightened and quivered around, her body coiling up tight like a snake ready to strike.
“That’s it, c'mon now that’s my girl juss let go, I know yinz about to blow.” he rumbled low and husky. Pulling a lobe between his teeth as he pistoned inside her steady and hard. The slaps of their bodies colliding were as sharp as the cracking of the wood around them, leaving the man worried the bed might soon give out if they worked it any harder.
“Holy fucking hell..” Blair gasped harshly. In the moment of silence that followed he could feel her body snap beneath him, the flood of her release washed over his cock, drenching him entirely before sending him down the rabbit hole of a hot pulsating release that left Lou crying out her name as it if were a prayer sent to gods of fortune, filling her to the brim with pump after pump of thick ropes of cum as they crumpled into one another, bodies slick and limbs tangled.
“Shit Lou.” she gasped. Panting heavily Blair pressed her cheek against his chest before planting lazy kisses along the pattern work of scars as she caught her breath.
Long slender legs caressed his own softly before coaxing him out and down to the mattress beside her. She couldn't help but lay there a moment mesmorized by the heaving rise and fall of his chest as her pussy still pulsated from the after effects, inner thighs well coated with the ghouls semen leaking out, both of them silently stunned over their brief, yet fulfilling encounter. Looking to the ashtray she noticed with a mile-wide grin her cigarette still burning, damn near dead but still enough left for one more drag.
“Gods damn it Blair, who needs Willards when we got the wasteland's greatest fucking water slide right behind it.” Lou grunted with amusement. “I'll be honest with ya’s, been too damn long… was afraid it would be my homecoming night all over again. Happy yinz got yours as well.”
“World's greatest waterslide huh.” She laughed softly, planting a chaste kiss against his cheek before sliding off the bed. Wandering to the desk Blair pulled out a box of perfectly preserved cigars, a rare find she had squirlled away just for Lou, looking forward to the day he finally ventured his way here be it for a friendly night around the fire or some well-deserved aftercare, either way, Blair always took good care of her men.
“Picked you up something special for when you decided to finally come visit.” she voiced softly, coming to perch on the bedside.
“Ahh Kitten you didn't.” Lou voiced softly. Sitting up he pulled her into his lap with ease, thumb moving up to softly caress the line of her jaw. “You’se too damn good a woman to me Blair Lafar and if you'll have me I’ll be a better man for yinz here on out. The kind you can rely on and deserve.” Lou declared, his soft blue eyes connecting with hers, no longer the stalwart freind, but as a man with honest intentions and adoration.
Tears sprung up leaving the woman burying her face against his neck, Blair so desperately wanted the settled life he was offering, but living in her lie could mean they might never know the peace they both sought. She would never live life as Georgia again, she refused and Lou was the last man she wanted to drag down with her should the past finally come calling.
“Lou, there’s something I want to tell you. I want nothing but honesty and trust between us and there might come a time in my life when the wrong people may come to recognize the lie I'm living right now.” Blair stressed, heart pounding furiously.
“Whatever it is we’ll work through it. Yinz kept my secrets and I can jus as easily keep yours. For now, let's just take hold of this moment we have thats just ours. Wasteland ain't got much of them left.” Lou wrapped her within his arms tight, fingers running soft circles against her skin, offering the only comforts he could think of. “Yinz a good woman now. Whatever it took to get you here won't change how I feel, we all got our demons to bear.” He murmured low, letting out a breath of relief as she relaxed into his arms sated with the knowledge he wasent going anywhere.
“One question though Lou.”
“Yeah sweets?” he queried, eyeing up the cigars.
“Why were we handcuffed together?”
“Yinz thought you was being clever and snapped it on me before passing out.” reaching with a free hand he snaked out a cigar.
“Would you have stayed if I didn't?” Blair was quick to the grab the cutter, always having been her favorite part of the ritual.
“I would have stayed. Yinz drank yourself damn stupid girl, wanted to make sure you didn't get sick in the night.” He discloused, grin growing wildly across his face as she held up a lit match, letting him properly warm his tobacco. She was doting on him and Lou couldnt help but find it utterly endearing.
“Think I’ll be taking you up on that offer and stay for a bit.”
Blair placed a soft kiss against his jaw, bathing in the billowing cloud of heady smoke as she burrowed deeper into his embrace, content with the new knowledge that her house was finally turning into something warm and inviting.
“Welcome home Lou.”