Author's Note: Any comments would be awesome and appreciated. Have a Happy Thanksgiving! (Warning: smut will be building from here, into the next chapter especially.) Enjoy!
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Robert MacCready woke up the next morning to find you in his arms. The night before all came rushing back to him. A subtle shift had occurred between you two, a deeper understanding of how you felt towards one another.
Inhaling deeply, you could smell the scent of her skin, faintly smelling of sweat and Lavender. Her presence was warm, soft and comforting. Everything you realized you had longed for and what used to keep you grounded.
You haven't cared about anyone else in this way since you had met Lucy, but you knew Charmer was special. Both women were compassionate, honest and kind, and were also gifted in many ways that you weren't, like being creative.
You noticed that your hand was on top of her hip, you couldn't stop yourself from slowly running it down her toned leg, then back up to grab her ass. Damn, she's got a nice ass..
Your attention was brought to the warm tingling feeling in your lower abdomen and groin. Not previously aware until now, you were sporting a morning erection. Which was currently rubbing against her ass and thigh. Oh fuck... What am I going to do when she wakes up?
The panic was sinking in, when she moaned something in her sleep and rubbed her backside up against you. It felt incredible, temporarily stopping your brain. It wasn't long before she did it again, but this time you had heard her. She was moaning your name. I'm going to remember to ask her about this dream later.
You figured she was going to wake up sooner or later and feel exactly what was going on, so might as well get it over with and be embarrassed. You gently nudged her awake, whispering. "Hey, wake up. It's past dawn."
It was a few hours later than you would have liked, but at the same time, you felt so relaxed and comfortable in MacCready's strong arms. You murmured in your half-asleep state. "Five more minutes.."
You heard his chuckle, while you wiggled a bit, resituating yourself to get comfortable. You suddenly became aware of his hard member pressing firmly up against you. It was tantalizingly close and you found yourself wanting to remove the barriers keeping you from such intimacy.
Fully awake now, your head was screaming at you to get up and put space between you two immediately, as it felt like too much, too soon. You decided that it was probably best to pretend you didn't notice anything, saving him the embarrassment. If anything, you wanted to encourage more of him cuddling you, amongst other things.
Casually sitting up and stretching, you asked. "How'd you sleep?"
He watched you, trying to read your thoughts. "No complaints... wasn't cold.." he trailed off not making eye contact.
After getting all of your belongings together, you headed off to pick up the power armor suits from Piper's place. In the market, you could see up ahead that she was already up and about to go drop off copies of her latest edition of 'Publick Occurrences' newspaper.
You turned to him. "Hey Hotshot, you're pretty tattered up and missing a pant leg still. Why don't you check out 'Fallon's Basement' while I talk to Piper? You can meet me at her place." You handed him a bag of caps, the exact one he gave you previously.
That wasn't lost on him and he gave you an odd look, before nodding in agreement. You two headed off in different directions, you towards Piper. She saw you approaching and beamed at the sight of you.
"Blue! You're up earlier than I expected. Thought I had enough time to make my deliveries first. Eh, they can wait for a bit. How are things?" She inquired while glancing in the direction of Fallon's Basement.
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