But He Stopped Pt 2

I'm In Too Deep

Smoke filtered up to the ceiling.

"That was fun."

I looked at her, still in shock. It had been years, years, since I'd been with someone. The high of having touched and tasted a woman again was mind blowing. I felt like a fucking king. She rolled over looking at me. Her hair was pale blonde, almost silver it was so light. Her deep brown eyes were enticing. It was a beautifully odd combination. She tapped her cigarette on the hotel bed, ash drifted down on the sheets.

"So you've got a daughter?"

I nodded, "13 now. Fucking terrible age. She's so comfortable with weapons and death and shit. We got into a fight last year and she blasted my damn toe off." The memory still made my blood boil. I took a deep breath, running a hand over my head, still surprised to not feel hair. "So on top of stupid emotions I have to worry about periods too now. At least I never have to worry about her coming home pregnant from a date." I felt her gaze on me, "She likes girls." I explained with a sigh, "I don't remember being as ornery as she is."

She laughed, "None of us ever do, but we all were. How long has it been since you'd..."

"Years." I responded, "Not many people have a kink for ghouls you know."

"Lucky for me." She fingered a scar, her breath quickening. "How'd you turn ghoul?"

"Radioactive drug." I replied quickly, "Helluva high."

She bit her lip, nodding, taking another drag.

"Helluva tour." She winked.

I felt myself heat up at her comment. I leaned back against the pillows in embarrassment.

"Tour of the town!" I shook my head, throwing an arm over my eyes. "Was it worth it, Sister?"

She grinned, "I guess we'll see."

Her gaze darkened as she lowered her mouth to my skin, dipping a tongue into one of my scars. The sensation sent a thrill clear through my body. I felt a wicked smile kick up on my face as we devoted the night to one another.

~*~*~

"Fahrenheit!"

I was seeing red. My daughter, my fucking daughter went off and took out another raider encampment. I burst through the doors, red frock and temper blazing.

"What the HOLY FUCK do you think you were doing?!"

She rolled her eyes, kicking her feet up on my table. The empty jet canisters rolled around. I took her in, even in the haze I could see her in insane detail; her armor had a few new scuffs, she had a deep cut on her arm that would end up being another scar, but nothing else looked the worse for wear.

"I know you're worried, Hancock."

I wanted to growl at her. She'd never called me dad or daddy or anything like that, but I was always John until she'd become a fucking teenager. She was even worse now that she was 18. I scratched at my throat, the scarred skin tight and itchy as some scars were. I sighed as she looked at me. I plopped down on the couch across from her, the faint sound of gun shots in the distance ignored.

She leaned forward, her grey eyes were fierce, serious. "I'm the best body guard you've got, Hancock."

I nodded, "Damn straight you are. But you've gotta take care of you too. You'll probably be running this joint one day."

She leaned back, rolling her eyes as she slung an arm over the back of the couch. "I thought this was a democracy. What if I don't get voted in?"

I snorted through my ruined nose, "You fucking wish. You care way more about this place than you let on. I was 18 once too, you know. I can read through your cool stoicism." That earned me a death glare. "Besides, you know the paperwork way better than I do."