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Well, it didn’t take long for Sanctuary Hills to no longer be just her domain. Codsworth had been there from the beginning, sure, then the arrival of Dogmeat. The short trek to Concord had resulted in even more people, and she found herself thankful that she had the foresight to work on making the desolate area liveable. It had been for her comfort, naturally, but it didn’t take much more effort to make the adjustments needed for the new arrivals. She showed them where the vault she came out of was, noting it still had functional restrooms in pristine condition, complete with hot showers, something of a luxury in this utter wasteland she had awoken to.
She imagined it might happen someday, and yet, it all happened much faster than she expected, the day someone caught her naked as the day she was born. Part of her was naturally curious, as yet, in her brief travels, she had seen no one who looked even remotely like her. For the time, she stood out already, her hair worn in long, thick braids, black with pink highlights, and the jewelry, the jewelry that drove her parents insane. In her defense, she asked , and only went out and did it anyway when she met stern rejection. The result was several piercings, which, even now, 200+ years removed from that time, she still loved. A simple stud in her nose, a small bar through her lip and the tongue piece that she flashed back then to tease the brainless jocks she absolutely didn’t find remotely to her taste.
“Sorry, miss. I didn’t realize anyone was in here…” a sheepish voice called.
Sturges . At least God hadn’t left the Commonwealth entirely for it to be him. Kareena had been very careful in hiding her admittedly intense crush on the man, even now, she guessed he had no idea. She turned to face him, her lips pulling into an almost cocky grin, sweeping her hair back. He swallowed hard, his face flushed deep red up to his ears, stock still like he meant to turn away but simply couldn’t . She didn’t blame him in the least, she had gone her whole life without giving in, and 200 years was long enough. She had seen the company he kept, and his options were very much nonexistent. Still, it looked like he was waiting for an invitation, nice of him.
“Y’know, the water’s plenty hot, and there’s plenty of room. Why not join me? If you’re nice, I’ll even wash your back.” she teased.
His face said he wasn’t quite sure what to make of the offer, but if the growing bulge in his overalls was an indication, he was more than a little interested.
“I should go…” he began, his eyes slowly roving lower, swallowing again.
“You sure? You don’t have to…” she repeated, biting her lip lightly.
Sturges diverted his gaze, pulling off his gloves. Even as he was still debating, his clothes kept falling. He hadn’t thought her the type who might take interest in him, but now that her cards were on the table, he wasn’t prepared to refuse her offer. There wasn’t exactly a plethora of women around, and even if there had been, she was miles past any possible competition. He stepped in behind her, drawing the curtain, just in case someone else wandered in.
“You sure you wouldn’t rather I --” he began.
Kareena turned to face him, her thigh brushing against him, her mouth finding his easily. He pressed her against the wall, his hand holding the back of her neck. His fingertips were rough, even though she couldn’t recall him ever working without his gloves. His tongue swept her lower lip before delving in, hesitating for a moment when his tongue bumped her ring. Pulling back curiously, she stuck her tongue out to show him, he looked closer for a moment, distracted by just how close she was.
“This is alright, yeah?” he asked, almost disbelieving.
She nodded, and that was it. He found her mouth once more, his touch shifting, brushing his thumb against her nipple, his other hand falling between her thighs. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, pressing against his hand eagerly. It didn’t take long for her to confirm her preconception that as a handyman, he had to be good with his hands. She swept her fingers lightly over his shaft, feeling the way it pulsed at her touch. God, her lips were molten lust, even muffled, the moan trapped in her throat was like a shockwave to his senses. He could feel her grip his fingers, felt the warmth of her release, her legs quivering, leaning against him for support. With a twist of his hand, he freed himself from her, surprised just how wet she felt, little to do with the water. He’d never admit it to her, but he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind since she sauntered into the Museum like she owned the place, raiders be damned, not a single bullet wasted. She made no point of hiding that she was fresh from a Vault, the telltale suit long abandoned for a tight set of leathers that did little to hide the curves she was packing. He broke the kiss, swiping his tongue against his fingers, wanting to taste her, but too impatient for more.
Her face turned an interesting shade of crimson, her breath levelling out again. His head dipped down, mouthing her stiff nipple, pulling the most sinful whimper from her when he nipped at it. He had a million ideas for this part, settling on the one he most desired at that particular time. He turned her around, tugging at her hips, drawing her back towards him, her hands firmly planted on the slippery wall. He bit at the back of her neck urgently, feeling the way she spread around his thick length, inching into her slowly. She was tight, more than he had imagined, almost resistant to his entry despite how slick and willing she was. He groaned, tightening his grip on her, pulling her back to meet him, whining sharply when he managed to slip in. He waited a bit for her to adjust to him, her hips swaying side to side trying to accommodate him. He nibbled her earlobe, his voice deep, husky, tainted with arousal.
“God, girl...you’re practically burnin’ up inside…” he panted against her ear.
He thrust against her harder, watching the way her breasts slid against the wall of the shower, pressed tightly to it like it was the last thing keeping her from falling over. Sturges let go of her right hip, snaking between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles, indulging in the way her breath hitched, moaning louder for him, practically sobbing with pleasure.
“Sturges, I...I’m gonna…!” she cried out urgently, her words failing.
Her thighs trembled, clenched around him tighter, warm and slick around his cock, picking up the pace. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, biting firmly enough to leave marks, forcing herself back against him, trying to spur him on despite her overwhelmed senses, eyes squeezed tightly shut. It was too much, the sight of her soaked form shivering under him, the way she practically danced against him, the sound of her crying out his name, all things that burned into his mind, things he would certainly remember, and likely think about when there was a lull in his duties, while she was off saving the Commonwealth and seeing to the shit Preston hassled her with, things he could definitely do himself.
He leaned against her, keeping her to him, nearly slamming against her now, hard enough to jolt her with every movement, her breasts jumping deliciously. He bent again, biting the curve of her shoulder to muffle his harsh groans, sucking on the mark left on her skin. He slowed to a halt, shuddering when the shocks raced through his spine, pulsing tightly in the pit of his stomach, hitting him hard. He took a deep breath, spilling into her, his chest heaving. Sturges stroked the ridges of her hips delicately, pulling free from her after a few moments, thick beads rolling down her thighs when he did. God it felt like all the blood had left his brain, leaving him dizzy with his release. Braced against the side of the shower, he huffed a sigh, licking his lips slowly until she pressed against his back, her still hard nipples poking into him. Her lips curved into a full, contented smile, fingers trailing along his chest.
“I did say I’d wash your back, didn’t I?” she purred.