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[assjerky]

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[assjerky]

Somehow it didn't surprise him that the Brotherhood didn't fuck. His gaze flicked down to her gesturing hands with a tiny, wry smile of amusement at the unintentional implications, though he didn't make it worse by cracking a sarcastic and dirty remark. "Brotherhood don't much care for nobody outside their own ranks, sweetheart," he drawled, resecuring the flap on her backpack after he'd dropped a few prickly pears into it. The movement brought him closer to her, and he noticed a smear of juice and a seed clinging to her chin. With a soft chuff of a laugh, he reached up and swept it off with a quick swipe of his gloved thumb. For a moment he was reminded of long gone summer evenings with Barb and Janey, bare feet in dewy grass while the sun set, eating slices of watermelon and making a game of who could spit the seeds the farthest. He dismissed the feeling quickly and whistled sharply to bring Dogmeat to his side, stepping past the Vaultie and heading back towards the crumbled highway. "C'mon, let's keep movin'."

[okiedokies]

Her gaze flickered as he reminded her that the Brotherhood didn't like anyone outside of her ranks which made her worry for Maximus. Maybe he wouldn't ever come to live in her vault but she was also starting to wonder if she was really going to be able to go back. She was thinking about it when he moved close enough to put some fruit in her pack, drawing her gaze up to his face as she almost asked what he was doing even though it was obvious.

Until it wasn't and he made her mind go blank with the softness of his gloved thumb swiping against her chin. It was a simple touch and yet her lips parted slightly as she looked up at him, surprised by the look on his face as much as the action. She reached up to touch her chin after he stepped away, most likely checking for more of whatever it was he had wiped away or maybe it was because of the heat that lingered behind as well as crawling into her cheeks.

"Okey dokey," she replied, hoping he wouldn't note the hint of breathlessness as she followed after him.

[assjerky]

He noticed it. But he wasn't fool enough to think it meant anything. He was mostly just surprised he hadn't jerked away from the fleeting touch in horror and disgust.

...That weren't entirely fair. He'd seen the way she'd smiled at Roger, soft and sweet and full of sympathy for a monstrous stranger, before he'd given him the mercy of a quick and clean death. Probably the prettiest thing ol' Roger'd seen in all his Wastelandin' days. He'd thought her sugary disposition was an act, right up until the moment she'd set those vials down in front of him.

He lapsed into silence as he followed Dogmeat down the highway, keeping an eye out for signs of ambush or wandering travellers. "So who was he?" he asked casually, slowing down to fall more in step with the Vaultie--still a little in front of her, but close enough to carry on a conversation. "The husband what tried to deflower and murder all in one go?"

[okiedokies]

Lucy had been horrified that day when The Ghoul had shot his friend without what seemed like a second thought but she understood it now. She could see it for what it was: mercy. He had talked Roger about fond memories, got him to think about something good and then put him out of his misery before he could become a monster that was unrecognizable even to himself. She had started to understand it at the organ harvesters but it had finally clicked the second she decided to shoot the ghoul that had once been her mother.

She was mulling over her thoughts and his actions when she realized he had fallen back a little so he could talk to her. She shouldn’t have been surprised by his question but she blinked before she answered. “He was a raider, a part of Moldaver’s team.”

She told him all about it then; she told him how she had signed up to be married to someone from another vault, how she had met and married Monty and what had happened afterward. She told him about how she realized Monty was a raider after they had sex and that all the people they had thought were from the next vault over but were raiders instead. How it had all been a trick on Moldaver’s part to get her father.

“After that, I decided to leave the Vault to find him and you pretty much know the rest,” she trailed off with a little shrug. “Plus he didn’t really deflower me, I was an active participant until I realized who he was.”

[assjerky]

The Ghoul listened without interruption or question, just an occasional low, thoughtful sound humming in the back of his throat. "Still a pisser, havin' your first roll in the hay under false pretense," he remarked. He turned it over in his head for a moment, then tipped his head in that way he did when he was eyeing something new. "Gotta hand it to Moldaver, she's still the same clever fuckin' bitch she always was. Could've brought trained soldiers in. She had plenty 'nough at her beck. 'Stead she gets a bunch of chemheads, thieves, and killers. People that ain't hers, expendable. Lets em loose, stirs up chaos. Then walks out with her prize and don't lost shit in the process. Smart." He rolled a shoulder. "Reckon her smart ass is dead now. Them tin cans weren't leavin' survivors."

[okiedokies]

“True, it would have been nice not to have my first time be in a situation like that but I suppose it could have been worse,” she mused before she caught his look and shrugged, offering a small smile. “He could have actually killed me right after. I came out on top, both during sex and after.”

But then she paused, looking at him closely. She wasn’t going to touch in the idea that Moldaver was probably dead now because that wasn’t her issue to deal with. But she was curious more and more about him. “You knew her? How?”

[assjerky]

The Ghoul canted his head and blinked slowly; of all the things to find a silver lining in, that was a pretty fuckin' odd one. His lips twitched, and he shook his head in amusement, an image popping into his head without him consciously summoning it. Pretty flushed little virginal Vaultie bouncing on his dick? Probably the best fuck of young Monty's soon to be ended life.

"Knew her 'fore the bombs dropped," he informed her, pausing for a moment to let that sink in. "Knew your daddy then too."

[okiedokies]

Sometimes it was better to look for the silver lining in things rather than being all gloom and doom but, damnit, her outlook was surely being tested these days. She glanced over at him again, catching the amused look on his face as she wondered exactly what was crossing his mind. But then a thought crossed her mind as she found the question bursting out of her with no filter again. "When is the last time you had a roll in the hay?"

Then she stopped, taking the offered moment before shaking her head as though what he was saying couldn't make sense. "How?"

[assjerky]

You know, this was his own damn fault. He was the one who brought up sex first. He considered ignoring the question, or telling her it was none of her fuckin' business, but ultimately just shrugged. "A while."

He let the question hang for a moment or two before he answered. "Might be a long story, sweetheart. You wanna get into it now, or wait for camp? Ain't gonna matter to me either way."

[okiedokies]

Yes, he probably should have been aware of where his line of questioning would lead because now she was interested in his answer. Maybe it was a twisted thing to be interested in but she had always had a curious mind and it couldn't be helped that now she was kind of wondering what sex with him would be like. "Is bit because you're a Ghoul? Can Ghouls have sex?"

Biting her lip, she was torn because she wanted to know but there was a small shameful part of her that didn't. "Moldaver hinted at it, she said I didn't know where and when he was from. I guess it makes sense that she knows him."

She was clearly struggling but she ultimately lifted her chin, looking at him. "Tell me now."

[assjerky]

The Ghoul was starting to wish he'd tucked away more of the chems and hooch those shady organ dealers had spread out like a buffet. He needed a fuckin' drink. "You askin' me if my dick fell off, Vaultie?" he drawled, angling a side glance at her. "Why the fuck you so interested?"

Shaking his head, he really hoped they could table that discussion for now. "Can't say how Moldaver survived this long, not for sure. She was a scientist. Brilliant, supposedly. But your daddy, well. I'm guessing he moved up high enough in the Vault-Tec ranks to get in on Bud Askins' plan for the end of the world. Got himself booked into a cozy little cryogenic freezer to wait out the worst of the fallout. You ever actually see the vault he supposedly grew up in?"

[okiedokies]

"You were the one who asked me about sex first," Lucy pointed out, blinking at him as she tried not to feel a tiny bit flustered by his question or the fact that now she was thinking about said dick. She gave her head a little shake to stop that dangerous line of thought but she also had to ask. "But did it fall off? I remember what happened to your finger..."

Maybe she shouldn't remind him about that, dang.

Yes, they should table that discussion and so she tried to focus on the information he was giving her as they walked along. Except she felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her when he told her his guess that her Dad had probably been locked in a freezer while bombs were going off and people were dying. The look on her face answered his question about if she had ever seen the vault her Dad had grown up in.

Because it was one thing to know that her Dad had been the one to burn Shady Sands to the ground but to know he had been involved with the bombs being dropped? Horror swept through her as she looked around slowly, seeing the hellish landscape that stretched out all around them like a haunting memory she didn't want to have. When her stomach rolled, she didn't think it had anything to do with radiation.

[assjerky]

He almost defended himself there, and pointed out that he'd only mentioned she was making some noises and she'd run with it from there, but that seemed...pretty fuckin' immature, so he didn't. "You plannin' on biting that off too?" he shot back instead, because that was so much more mature. He walked for several more paces before he realized she'd slowed to a stop, and he looked over his shoulder at her. Shit. This was why he'd suggested she wait til they were stopped for the night.

On a barely audible sigh, he turned on his heel and waited patiently for her to process the revelation. He supposed some might offer platitudes, say something like, That doesn't mean he doesn't love you, but as he'd already told her: he was an honest monster.

[okiedokies]

"I wasn't going to...," Lucy stammered, surprisingly flustered again but only because his question about her biting off his dick brought up images of her having his dick in his mouth. She imagined it for a moment too, wondering what it would even look like or taste like. In her mind, he took the place of old memories.

Except she couldn't linger on it for long as she stared unseeing, trying to breathe slowly while being aware of the fact that he was standing there watching her. "You talked to him, and said that he had asked you for your autograph."

Her lips parted and pressed together as she worked through that before slowly turning a wide-eyed gaze to him. "Who are you?"

[assjerky]

The Ghoul tilted his head at her and held that wide-eyed gaze for a stretch of poignant silence, then stepped closer, uncomfortably close. "I told you, sweetheart," he drawled, low and with a hint of threat, or maybe just warning. "I'm you. Just add a couple hundred years. You ain't askin' who I am though, are ya. You're askin' who I was. And you ain't got a right to that 'til I say you do. We clear?"

[okiedokies]

Lucy didn't back down, she merely lifted her chin to meet his gaze, holding it with a strange steadiness despite the shaky situation she found herself in. She reminded herself that he didn't owe her anything and that not even a bit of joking back and forth, or his giving her his jacket at night, meant anything.

"Okey dokey," she replied, seeming to agree even though there was a flash of defiance in her gaze that made it clear she wanted to argue but she was choosing not to.

[assjerky]

"Good." He stared her down for a moment or two longer than was entirely necessary before turning on his heel and walking away with the distinctive clink of spurs and creaks of leather. She already knew a lot more about him than he would've liked; she'd heard him say aloud his goal, his only real goal in 200 years of Wastelanding. The bounties, the drugs, the dragging himself along to survive year after wretched fuckin' year had been to find his family. Just thinking it made him feel raw. She was a grain of sand dug into under his skin, an itchy little irritant poking and prodding and trying to dig in deeper.

...So why the fuck hadn't he shaken her off? Why'd he give a shit if she spent the night shivering? Why the fuck was he trying so hard to keep her alive?

[okiedokies]

Lucy's pulse fluttered but she continued to hold his gaze to the point that she felt almost too aware of him but then he gave her relief by turning and stalking away. Her brows lifted as she watched him for a second, her gaze sweeping over him in a couple of passes before she looked down at Dogmeat who was staring up at her expectantly. "Well, let's go."

It wasn't all that hard to tell that he was irritated with her, so she kept the conversation to a minimum with him. She focused all of her talking to the dog instead whenever Dogmeat would trail back to walk with her. Or at night when the dog would curl up beside her to keep her company while she slept near the brooding Ghoul.

The next day, they traveled further and Lucy was starting to wonder if there was an end to the hellish landscape. She was sure that the Ghoul would say they were still moving too slow but, surprisingly, he didn't bitch at her too much about it. He grumbled occasionally, usually when she tripped or got distracted by something. Or whenever he thought she was doing something she shouldn't be doing.

By the next night though, he seemed to be more relaxed, maybe finally getting over the tension of their talk that first day. She wasn't foolish enough to think that she should broach the topic of his past though. She was letting sleeping dogs lie for the moment as she sat next to him and frowned while finishing one of the cactus fruits. She was already shivering a little from the chill of the night and she hadn't even gone to sleep yet. Finally, it was her turn to grumble. "How can it be so flipping hot during the day and cold at night? It doesn't make sense."

[assjerky]

"Ain't nothin' to hold the heat," the Ghoul explained as he stared at the smouldering embers of the campfire--a random little factoid picked up from his acting, and parenting days. Janey'd asked the same kinds of questions about moments in his movies. "No water in the air, not enough vegetation, just rocks an' sand. Soon as the sun goes down, the hot goes with it." He glanced over at Dogmeat, happy tearing into the remains of a gecko she'd chased down and killed all on her own, her muzzle streaked with blood and sinew.

Not the best bedroll mate at the moment, then. On a sigh, he looked at Lucy and jerked his head, indicating she should move closer. "C'mere."

[okiedokies]

What he was saying made sense but she still looked a touch put out by the news that there was no relief from the cold. "Is the whole world like this? There's nowhere else in the world that isn't desert?"

She was eyeing Dogmeat, wondering how to clean her muzzle when the Ghoul jerked his head and drew her attention to him while telling her to...move closer? She blinked but then she did what he wanted, shifting closer to his side almost hesitantly since she wasn't entirely sure what he was up to.

[assjerky]

The Ghoul snorted softly and shook his head. "Ain't all desert all over the place, no. But they don't call it the Wasteland for kicks and tickles, sweetheart."

The hesitation was entirely justified, but he still rolled his eyes a little. "You wanna keep warm or you wanna keep feelin' like your toes are gonna freeze and break off?" They wouldn't, but it'd feel like they could. He patted the space right next to him and raised an eyebrow--well. An eyebrow ridge, since there was no hair to speak of and hadn't been for a long time. "Survival 101, Vaultie. Sharin' warmth."

[okiedokies]

"What are the other places like?" Lucy asked curiously as though he had all the answers in the world for her. But it made sense to her since he had clearly seen more of this world than she had considering she had lived only in the Vaults until now.

She considered him for a second or two longer before she shifted the rest of the way to tuck herself against his side. Then his heat was sweeping over her, chasing away the chill as she let out a little noise of pleasure and immediately burrowed in tighter without thinking about it.

[assjerky]

"Ain't seen everywhere. Heard some things." He made a quiet sound of amusement as she shuddered and whined with relief and pressed against his side. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his arm so she could tuck in closer, and he could lay his arm over her. "They say out east, in the Commonwealth, lots of the vegetation's taken over where the townships used to be. Course they also got rad storms. Pouring radioactive rain, thunder, lightning--like the wrath o'God comin' down."

[okiedokies]

She didn't expect him to wrap an arm around her but she didn't deny that it felt nice, even companionable. She figured it made sense for the heat that seemed to be spreading through her as she tucked her head against his shoulder, her eyes drifting closed as she smiled with interest at what he was describing he had heard. "Surely no one can live there?"

[assjerky]

The Ghoul scoffed softly and leaned his head back, letting his hat tip down to partially obscure his face. Weeks ago that naivete would've pissed him off. He could roll with it a little better now. "Course they do. Folk always find a way. Ain't sayin' it's easy. Ain't easy nowhere. But folk find a way."