Jealousy in the Wasteland

Chapter 13 - Good Luck, Sir.

*word count : 1143*

~Y/N's POV~

The walk up to the room feels so incredibly slow. Hancock keeps a steady hand on my ass as we walk alongside each other up the stairs and down the hall. I fumble with the keys, just desperate to get inside.

We don't make it in soon enough. As soon as the door shuts, he pins me to the wall beside the door, kissing me. It's rough, passionate, longing, almost primal. Our mouths move in sync, tongues wrestling. He begins to toy with the hem of my shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head. He wraps his arms around me once more, guiding me to the bed.

I keep my arms wrapped around his neck as he sits me down on the edge of the mattress. He breaks the kiss once more, dropping to his knees in front of me. I let out a soft moan as he kisses my torso and begins messing with the button of my jeans, desperate to get them off. He finally gets my pants undone, pulling them down slowly. Agonizingly slowly, might I add. His hands follow the movement, caressing every inch of exposed skin. "H-hancock.." I moan out, just desperate for his touch.

He slips two fingers into my slick heat, expertly curling them in just the right spot. I writhe under his touch, needing more. He comes up to kiss me again but I cut him off. "Hancock, I need you to fuck me." I moan out breathlessly, his fingers still working in my core. He quickly draws his fingers out, clumsily getting undressed. I watch him through heavy lidded eyes, craving him.

He climbs on top of me, pushing me back into the bed. One hand is positioned at my side, the other using his length to tease my slick entrance. "You like that, sweetheart?" I moan under him, "Hancock, please.. please just fuck me." I beg.

With no warning, he slams his entire length into me, making me cry out in pleasure, arching my back off of the bed. He stays still for a moment, letting my walls adjust to his size. He starts pumping inside of me, causing a string of moans to escape my mouth. He sits me up with his free hand, unclasping my bra and throwing it across the room before laying me back down.

He takes one of my nipples into his hands, rolling the hardened bud in between his fingers, and the other in between his teeth. I moan out again, knowing I'm nearing my orgasm. My fingernails dig into the ghoul's back as I rapidly approach my climax. He removes his hand from my nipple, instead using it to rub circles on my clit. "Holy fuck Hancock, just like that!" I cry out.

His thrusts are getting sloppier and I know he's nearing release as well. My ears are ringing from the overstimulation my body is feeling, but I can still hear his moans and a string of curses fall out of his mouth.

Soon enough, we ride out our highs together, Hancock filling my walls with his seed, then flopping down beside me, trying to catch his breath.

I roll on to my side to face him, and he's already fast asleep.

****Time Skip****

The next few weeks are pure bliss. Nick and I surprisingly don't have any cases to work, so I've been able to spend quality time with him and Hancock. I can't complain about anything right now. The sex is good, both men are great, I feel like I'm finally living again.

I've been spending a lot more time in Sanctuary, helping the Minutemen build a settlement we're proud of. I fixed my old house up, and that's where Codsworth and I stay, occasionally getting a visit from Dogmeat as well.

"Mum, if I may?" Codsworth asks, his voice a little more dull than usual. "What's up, honey?" I ask the bot, rising from my seat on the couch. "I-I'm worried about you, mum. You've been so...floaty these past few weeks. I sometimes wonder if this is all too much for you." I look down at my feet before I look back to the robot.

"I've certainly been worse, Codsworth. But you're right, and I'm sorry." I admit. "You can always talk to me, mum. I'm not only good for cleaning, you know." He halfway jokes, making me laugh. "I know. Thank you, Codsworth." I give him a soft smile before returning to my seat on the couch.

Truthfully, he was right. I had been so caught up in Nick and Hancock and how I feel like I'm betraying my late husband, that I wasn't really present for anything else.

~Hancock's POV~

The weeks following Y/N's return are peaceful. She's been spending her free time in Sanctuary when she's not with me or the synth. Truth be told, I still hate that he's around. If I had it my way, he would just disappear mysteriously and I could have her all to myself. That being said, I know how happy he makes her. I hate it, but I can't deny the way she lights up when she sees him.

I take it upon myself to make the journey up to Sanctuary, just to see how she's doing. I make it there after about a day and a half of walking, arriving right at sunrise. I look at the community, honestly in awe. I find Preston tending to the crops, "Hey, Garvey. You seen Y/N?" He looks at me for a second, then back to the tato's. "She's at her place, I think. I haven't seen her yet." He says, almost coldly.

I have to play a guessing game as to which house is hers before I see Codsworth floating about in one of them, humming his tune. I approach the house and feel a weird pit in my stomach. I knock on the rotted door frame before entering, signaling my presence to the Mr. Handy. "Ah, Mister Hancock. Wasn't quite expecting to see you today." He quips, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I clear my throat before speaking. "Well, is she here? It's not exactly a short walk, and I came up here to see her." Codsworth looks at me wordlessly for a moment, before guiding me to her room.

"Mum, Mister Hancock is here to see you," He says to her. "Good luck, sir." And with that, he floats away. "Y/N, you okay?" I ask, getting no response. The room is almost completely dark, despite the sun having just risen. "Just go away, John." Her voice breaks as she speaks. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I ask, slowly walking over to the bed where she lays. She sits up, the glow from her PipBoy slightly illuminating the left side of her face.

She looks at me through swollen eyes with tear stained cheeks. "Oh, my love," I gently stroke her cheek with my thumb. "What-what happened?"