Radioactive Romance

Hangover heart

(Switching from 3rd person description to Cooper POV)

Cooper woke in the semi-darkness of his room.

A faint memory, a dream of a woman in his house. He had dreamt the day away, looking at the orange dusty hue of the room he was sleeping in. The mattress creaked as he turned to his side.

The bedroom door ajar and a soft breathing that wasn't him made his senses peak. He traced the sound to a sleeping dog at the foot of his bed. The thin sheets bundled around the dog in a nest, exposing Cooper's bare chest to the chill.

The soaring temperatures of the day and the cold chill of the night were fatal for those exposed on the plains for too long.

It wasn't just a dream. He was certain that Y/N had infiltrated his mind as well as a room in his house. Conversations from last night played in a loop as he swung his legs to the floor.

He found the chem inhaler where he had left it on the nightstand and took a massive breath of it deep into his lungs. He felt his body loosen and his brain become less agitated. Although the hyperfixation on the inhabitant of the room opposite his remained.

Picking up a bottle of alcohol, he touched it to his lips before dashing the empty bottle onto the bed.

He drifted over to the bedroom door and saw a flash of blue moving through the opposite ajar door. Cooper quickly shifted so that he could see through the hinged crack of the door but not be seen.

There Y/N was, pulling her blue and yellow jumpsuit up her legs, over the top of brilliant white panties, over the curve of her behind.

As she turned, she did a little hop to pull the suit up. Her breasts bounced in her bra, and Cooper inhaled sharply. A heat rising in his dick as his hand moved over his bulging member. A chemical reaction that for once was all-natural taking over his very unnatural body.

She left the suit half-off and on as she examined her pipboy strap, and Cooper was frozen in a never-ending moment.

"WOOF"

In a matter of milliseconds:
- the dog jumped deftly from the bed towards the ajar door
- Y/N's eyes snapped towards the noise, and Cooper was convinced she saw his eyes peering through the gap
- Cooper staggered backward, knocking into the nightstand, sending his inhaler flying
- Y/N pulled the jumpsuit over her shoulders

They both emerged into the hallway looking equal parts embarrassed.

"Well, G'morning, ma'am, or should I say evening," Cooper exaggerated the words, hoping to detract from the excitement that was still semi-evident below his waist.

"Coop," Y/N said with her head bowed.

"I'm sorry, I should have closed the door..." they both said in unison.

Both meeting the other's eye.

"Is," Y/N started, "is that alcohol I can smell?"

"I only drink in the morning," Cooper winked and started walking through the hall towards the stairs. "Sometimes the evening," he continued as he straightened a bleached landscape painting of what was once a scene on a river on the wall, allowing Y/N to catch up, "but rarely on a Tuesday," he finished.

"Today is Tuesday," she said as he held up her pipboy to his face.

Cooper made a feigned exaggerated sarcastic cluck as he narrowed his eyes to look at the device, holding her arm steady, a wave of static on his fingertips as he did so, "well, fuck me sideways, today is the Tuesday I drink all day!"

She laughed, "I've never really drunk before," she followed Cooper down the stairs, taking in the skin of his bare back in front of her as he descended ahead of her. "We have tried to make alcohol, but it's not very strong and only for special occasions," she continued thoughtfully.