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Danse rolled to his side in his sleep, his fist clutching at the empty sheets as his mind fluttered in and out of consciousness. Abruptly he sat upright a sickly cold seeping into him as he slowly came to. Empty…? He sat silently for a moment in the dark, all at once his head swinging viciously from side to side.
“Ellie.. Ellie?!” He shouted, voice hoarse.
“Shhh,” a soft voice cooed at him from across the room, warm hands suddenly appearing out of nowhere to cup his face, “I’m right here, sweetie. I’m right here!” The rusty metal springs screeched as Ellie sat down on the bed.
Immediately Danse relaxed, his head falling forward to rest on her chest. “I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered, the words coming out so quietly at first Ellie thought she had imagined them.
“It’s alright. I’m right here.” She wrapped her arms gently around his head petting through his dark hair.
“I forgot where I was,” Danse whispered once again, closing his eyes and nuzzling into her deeply. Though try as he might he was not able to chase away the notion of what the words had truly meant, both to who he was and whom he had been.
Ellie not so much saw as felt his struggle. She had wished desperately upon hope that he wouldn’t have had to feel such a thing, to have to question who he was and what was even real anymore. She of all people understood what that was like, maybe better than anyone. Sadly, it seemed he had been dealt the same hand, and it broke her heart in more than a few ways.
“It’s going to take time,” she said after a moment. She herself fighting to have faith that it would get better. If not only for herself, but for him as well, “but I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”
Danse didn't reply back to her, but sighed as she kissed the top of his head, rocking them back and forth.
He stayed quiet like that for a long while, contemplating things that he could not speak on. For a moment Ellie thought he’d fallen back asleep right there in her arms.
“Thank you.” He said faintly, startling her by pulling her into his lap and hugging her tightly.
“That’s not necessary.” She lifted his chin so that she could look at him in the dark.
“I realize that, but thank you... regardless.” He hesitated for an instant, but leaned up to kiss her jaw once... then twice... suddenly coming down to nip at the tender skin of her neck.
Ellie sighed despite herself, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had wanted for him physically for quite some time. It had started out small, but grew intensely over the time since his banishment from the Brotherhood. If she was being honest with herself, it had maybe even sent her up the wall on occasion. The thought of simply reaching out, pressing herself against him, taking his lips and never relinquishing them, had begun to occupy a space in her mind during almost every interaction they had. But she had always fought it because she knew deep down he had needed time... as did she in the beginning.
“Danse,” she gasp his lips scatting over her jaw again.
“It’s alright.” He panted, his breath hot on her already warmed skin.
“Are you sure,” Ellie asked feeling his is lips curl into a smile as he kissed his way across her face.
“Yes, I am.” He said, sliding a finger under the strap of her shirt and allowing the fabric to fall off her body, ravenously licking at the exposed skin before sucking bruises into her flesh.
Ellie moaned unabashed, the sound Danse had imagined a thousand time over traveling straight to his cock, which had began to ached painfully between his legs. By the grace of God Ellie seemed to take note of his discomfort and bucked back against him where she still sat in his lap.
It was his turn then to become overwhelmed, a low rumble escaping his chest as she rubbed herself against him. The friction filling his body with an unimaginable amount of pleasure as things began to become more heated.
Without warning Ellie made a grab for his shirt pulling it up over his head in a clumsy motion before dropping it to the floor. As she sat back down, stradling him, she laid a hand on his bare chest scratching through the thick black hair that resided there.
“I like this,” she said. The hint of a smile playing at her lips.
Before Danse could answer she was pushing him down into the mattress, coming right back up to clutch at the bottom of her own shirt, seductively dragging it over her head in a move that truly only she could have made enthralling.
When at last she was laid bare before him, Danse revealed in the sight of her perfectly round breasts. So perky and pale, with nipples the same rose shade as her lips. They were utterly delicious and it pleased him to discover that they too were delicately speckled with the same freckles that colored her round face and shoulders.
My but was she striking, he thought, her milky white skin magnificent as she was eliminated by the small light that trickled through their rooftop shake. But beyond the call of her body it was almost if she radiated with a kind of warmth that Danse could not fathom, like her very soul was being coaxed from within her and from out of its place of safety.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he all but mutter the words. And truly she was, both inside and out.
Working the thumb of one hand into her hip, Danse reached out with the other to cup her beautifully sculpted breast. At first he was nervous and hesitant with his movement, though she quickly began to answer him back. Her swaying body bearing itself in the palm of his large calloused hand.
“Please.” She bit at her lip battling with herself for control. He knew then that the sight before him would have brought any other man to his knees, the realization flooding him as he questioned how unimaginably luck he was to be on the reciprocating end of her affection.
Without warning Ellie withdrew both of his hands, slinking back and positioning herself in between his legs. With a devious smile pointed in his direction she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down as far as she was able before wrapping her hand firmly around his stiffened member. Agonizingly slow she began to stroke him, bring her lips just inches away before letting her warm breath ghost over his heated cock. The chills she insisted were instantaneous as they slithered down his spine.
Danse had few memories of sleeping with women, though now he doubted any of it to have actually happened. Even so this was a first, past and present included. He wasn't even exactly sure it were possible for him to... receive anything like what her mischievous smile tempted. After all he was a bit bigger than most of the wasteland population, or so he’d been told that one time.
“Well, look what you’ve been hiding from me.” Ellie’s eyes were wide as she took him in.
“I-I’m.. Sorry?” Danse said, looking away as his cheeks heated.
“Don’t be.” She chuckled running the pad of her thumb over the tip of his cock.
Danse groaned and bawled his fist in the sheets, his head lolling back in pure bliss. He didn't expecting to feel her lips upon him so soon, spreading and almost swallowing his swollen head in one go as she swirled the tip of her tongue over his flesh effortlessly.
“Oh God!” He choked, his grip quickly becoming one of desperation. He was panting within minutes as her head bobbed faster and faster, taking as much of his member as she could while her hand worked his balls.
It was all becoming too much too quickly. He couldn’t keep going at this pace or the night would be over before it had even started.
“Ellie-” he growled. His hands relinquishing their death grip as he strained his neck.
She stopped abruptly and looked up at him, her eyes nearly finishing him as she drew away. “If you don’t like it we can stop.” There was no sadness in her tone, only worry.
“No-no. It feels- it feels outstanding,” Danse sat up sticking a hand under each of her arms before pulling her onto his chest, “I just need you.”
Resting her on his side, Danse kissed her passionately. His hand traveling down over the smooth skin of her stomach and meeting at the apex of her thighs, cupping her sex delicately through her panties. He pawed her lightly at first, his tongue darting out between her lips as their teeth clashed together. Within an instant she had become putty in his hands. Her poor hips thrusting upward desperately trying to find purchase as her frustration mounted.
“Easy, darling.“ He kissed her hair pulling the thin fabric to the side as a soft trill of moans echoed off the tin walls. Slowly Danse slid a single finger inside, revealing as Ellie all but became a withering mess beside him, her walls gripping his digit as though it would bring her very salvation. After a moment he added a second digit, scissoring her open as he cupped her breasts once again.
“You’re so warm.” He fucked her with his hand, his voice low.
“More,” she pleaded. Her mouth parting in the shape of a little ‘o’. She was absolutely breathtaking and Danse was only too happy to oblige.
Rolling her over onto her side Danse slid his free arm under her head, peppering soft kisses along the length of her collar bone. With what little sense still remained in lust addled mind Ellie quickly rid herself of her panties, discarding them unseen across the room. Once fully naked, Danse then brought her knee upward, grabbing his cock from between his legs and brushing it up against her cunt.
“Are you ready?” He waited for her reply, thrusting the head of his cock lightly in between her swollen lips. She didn't answer, but bucked frantically back against him as she inhaled sharply.
"You have to tell me, Ellie," Danse breathed in her ear, unaware of what had come over him, but fully understanding the ways in which he had began to turn her inside out. "If we need to stop, you have to tell me." He releseased himself abruptly, allowing his stiffened member to twitch against her clit before grabbing her hips and letting his fingertips bite into her skin. It was all he could do to keep from taking her right then and there.
“Please!” Ellie begged, squirming widly under his touch. And that was all he needed, pulling back ever so slightly Danse felt the presence of her entrance and slid into her soaking heat in a singular motion.
She was tight. So tight-
They both gasped out loud as her folds enveloped him fully, their eyes meeting at the same moment as the near ecstasy left Danse light headed.
Holding her there for a moment, he allowed her to get used to the sensation. When she began to bump back against him, he eagerly wrapped his arm around her head bringing their temples together and working his hips forward.
“Sweet Ellie,” he spoke to her, tangling his hands in her hair and cupping her face. His cock slipping in and out of her in the most monumental of ways, “Ahh, s-so fucking p-perfect.” He breathed.
Ellie sighed back at him, her foot dancing on his thigh as she met his every motion. She never once broke eye contact even as his pace quickened and their lips met.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, fucking and making love with not so many words. It wasn't until the early morning sunlight began seeping in through the doorway that they truly began to delved into the act, pushing each other further and further to a breaking point, their bodies slapping together as the sound of pleasure filled the musty air.
It started with Ellie as she slowly began to fall over the knife's edge, her body convulsing sporadically as her walls quivered and constricted around him. When she cried out his name at the peak of climax Danse was unable to hold back the animalist growl that ripped through his chest, coming deep within her as ecstasy consumed him.
Heaving and drenched in sweat, Danse held her. Her dark eyes fluttering shut as she nuzzled her way into the crook of his neck. He was hot, but he couldn’t have cared less. The women in his arms had become his whole world. He’d never asked for her, yet she was the thing he had most needed when he had most desperately needed it. She didn’t care what he was and she helped him every day to see how to make peace with the things he himself couldn’t change. He didn’t deserve her, he knew that, but like hell would he let her go until she came to the conclusion.
Ellie had already fallen sound asleep when he kissed her forehead, brushing away her auburn hair to whisper what he felt most soundly. And if the hint of a smile played on her rosy lips as he spoke, well he could only chalk it up to that of a pleasant dream.