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By the time Charon and Ivy reached the gates of Megaton, the thunderstorm was in full swing.

“Welcome back, travelers!” Deputy Weld greeted them, shouting over the roaring din of the rain. Ivy pushed back the wet, heavy strands of hair falling over her eyes and waved back. Charon nodded to the Deputy as they passed, readjusting the loot bag slipping from his broad, rain-slicked shoulders.

With the rain and mud, they couldn’t risk taking the steep shortcut back to their home --- they’d have to take the longer route through the town center and up the wooden walkways. As they descended the path into the main square, Ivy’s foot caught on a slippery stone and she pitched forward. Before she knew what was happening, Charon’s solid arm was wrapped tight around her waist, pulling her upright. He let it linger there for a moment before releasing her.

Not yet.

Charon and Ivy both knew what Megaton’s residents thought of ghouls.

They only tolerated Charon because of his strict contract as Ivy’s bodyguard. If the townsfolk found out there was more to their relationship than just the contract, they’d be up in arms, ready to cast the pair out of Megaton forever.

A few stranded bargoers looked on from beneath the Brass Lantern’s tin awning. Ivy glanced toward them nervously. Had they noticed? 

Charon steeled his gaze and continued walking.

“Atom Almighty,” one of the men at the bar whistled lowly, not caring that Ivy and Charon could hear him, “What I wouldn’t do to get ‘er out of them wet clothes.”

“The rain ain’t exactly leaving much to the imagination,” his companion quipped.

The two laughed. Ivy's blood ran cold, rage and humiliation flooding her nerves. Charon scowled, tightening his grip on the loot bag.

“I’d be doing her a service!” the first man retorted. “I reckon she hasn’t gotten much action since she started dragging that…*burp*…shuffler around everywhere. Talk about a mood killer - "

A loud crack of thunder interrupted the drunkards’ banter, causing one of the men to jump out of his seat and fall unceremoniously to the muddy floor.

Karma at work.

…

The pair finally clambered their way up to the front door. Exhausted and shivering, Ivy glanced over and saw the steam rising off Charon’s unnaturally warm skin. His leather armor shone in the light filtering up from the street, drenched black shirt clinging to his muscular body like wet paint. Ivy’s eyes trailed over the rough, mottled skin of his forearms, down the ridges of his abdomen…caught on the metallic glint of the tactical belt slung low over his narrow hips. His towering, weapon-laden form cut a menacing silhouette against the doorframe.

The sight of it thrilled her.

They’d been in the Wastes for weeks, their only intimacy found in the stolen glances and fleeting brushes of their armor-clad bodies against one another in the tight passageways of the metro tunnels. They couldn’t afford to let their guard down.

She'd be lying if she said it didn't turn her on.

 Charon was efficient, precise. Lethal. She felt a hidden thrill every time he fended off an enemy with his combat shotgun, finishing the job before she could even pull out her own weapon.

The way he taunted his enemies got her going even more ---

"Look what we have here..."

"Yeah? You want some of this?"

“Had enough?”

Her mind would pull her away into dirty fantasies: Charon's body against hers, rasping those words in her ear…

She wouldn’t have to rely on imagination much longer.

Charon's large hand flexed and tightened on the leather strap of his bag. She felt her body flush with heat and flashed him a devilish grin. He met her gaze, narrowing his blue eyes knowingly.

Ivy shimmied the old key in the lock until she heard the telltale click, then pushed the door open.

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The door had scarcely shut behind them, and already the floor of the house was littered with their armor and weapons.

A messy trail of discarded clothing led to the couch where Charon reclines, Ivy straddling his lap in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. Charon’s large, rough hands grab at her rain-slicked skin, pulling her tight against his body as she grinds wantonly against his thigh. He sucks on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of love bites up the smooth column of her neck. His heated touch overwhelms her. She smiles and throws her head back with a gasp.

“You like that?" his deep voice rumbles against her neck.

“Mmmh,” she sighs.

“Tell me how much,” he breathes, raspy voice pitched low with lust. This was her favorite part of being alone with Charon --- him letting his guard down, letting her know what he wants, what he needs.  

A peal of thunder breaks through the metallic roar of rain assailing their home’s tin roof.

“Nobody’s going to hear us,” he continues.

“I wish they could,” she moans, and she feels him throb against her inner thigh. He lets out a low groan and pulls away from her neck.

Charon’s glowing eyes lock onto Ivy with a burning intensity. She feels herself melt in his lap. He tilts his head, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Ivy yelps in surprise as he hoists her up against his abdomen and stands, lifting her fully off the couch. Her legs wrap instinctively around his hips, the soft flesh of her thighs pressing deliciously against the smooth metal rivets of his tactical belt. He carries her into the kitchen, then drops her to her feet before flipping her around and bending her over the kitchen counter.

“I wish I could’ve done this earlier,” Charon grumbles, ripping open the front of her tanktop with little effort, “I'd bend you over that bar and fuck your brains out in front of those useless smoothskin bastards…”

His right hand grips her waist, his left hand finds its way up the back of her neck, palms the wet locks at the base of her scalp, and gathers them in his large fist. He looms over her, blocking out the yellow flicker of the kitchen’s solitary lightbulb. She wants to turn around and see the intensity in his face, see his corded muscles flexing as he maneuvers her body to his whims, but the intoxicating pressure of his strong hands is too good to give up just yet.

“I love when you run your dirty mouth,” Ivy breathes, her voice hoarse and desperate. Charon inhales sharply. She feels his hand leave her waist, followed by the shuffling of his belt and pants. Anticipation blooms at the apex of her thighs.

“You keep me safe,” she continues, “you're all I need…” she gasps as she feels his warm fingers against her core, sliding her panties to the side. She continues her praise --- knows how much he loves it, how much he needs to hear it --- as she feels the thick head of his cock press against her entrance.

She gasps as he enters her. He feels it too --- weeks of tension lost in the warm embrace of her body --- and curses under his breath. Charon takes her in slow, deep strokes, warming her up, his grip on her hair making her scalp tingle.

Another peal of thunder rattles the metal siding of the house, and Ivy lets out a debauched moan.

“Good girl”, Charon snarls, “yeah, good fuckin’ girl.”  His picks up his pace, working her into a delirium until she can’t think of anything except the cold, hard counter beneath her and Charon above her, around her, inside her…

 She screams in pleasure, chanting his name like a prayer. Charon’s calloused hand moves instinctually over her mouth to stifle her moans. He catches himself halfway, instead pulling it back and landing a hard smack on her ass. Ivy’s brain short circuits and she lets out a sob. He pounds into her, working her back up into a fog of incoherent pleasure.

Charon grabs her by the hips and lifts her up onto the counter, turning her to face him, and kisses her deeply, possessively, before pushing into her once more in a mating press. Ivy lets out a delirious cry, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his strokes hit impossibly deep.

“You're gonna take it all," Charon grits out, hard thrusts emphasizing the obscenity in his words. "I want everyone to know their precious Savior LOVES getting split open on ghoul cock,” Her eyes rolled back, completely debauched. She could feel the tightening in her core building, building…

He pins her with his hard gaze, his large hand coming up to encircle her throat. Then his grip tightens, overwhelming her senses completely. Ivy screams as she tumbles over the edge, waves of pleasure cresting as her back arches desperately off the countertop. 

"That's it...that's it," Charon chants, the sight of her wet and needy and wanting him, only him ---coming undone on his cock --- sends him into overdrive. The warmth of her juicy flesh around him pulls him to release.

Ivy feels him shudder, followed by the pulses of his warm cum deep inside her. 

He collapses into her, breathing heavily, and pulls her tight against him. 

She reaches her hand up and begins to rub slow, gentle circles against the back of his head, pulling a satisfied groan from his chest.

"Love you so much," she sighs contentedly, cradled in his arms and the afterglow of their passion.

Charon answers in his own way, giving Ivy a soft, lingering kiss before scooping her up and carrying her to their bedroom.