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She had kissed Arthur Maxson in front of everyone, and now she was leaving the Prydwen in the afternoon, blatantly flouting her own rules.
Some part of her just didn’t care. At some point he would drop her anyway, right? Better to just enjoy what time she had waiting around for him to decide they were too close and he wanted to end things.
It was just sex. She had no right to ask anything more from him than what he wanted and was comfortable with.
But oh god, that didn’t make leaving the Prydwen any easier.
“Well, well, someone is leaving late,” Ingram called from not too far away just before Nora was able to make it down the ladder.
Of course it had to be Ingram. The only other person on the Prydwen who Nora would've fucked in a heartbeat.
"You judging, Proctor?" she asked, looking over.
“Not at all,” Ingram replied with a grin. “We’ve all done a walk of victory with one person or another before. Maybe not with Arthur Maxson—but, hey, that’s just a bigger victory, isn’t it?”
Nora snorted, making her way over so that they weren't calling to each other across the decks. "Doesn't feel much like a victory any more," she admitted, her voice low. "But I appreciate you not, uh, being rude about it."
“There’s no way I could be rude about that,” Ingram said. “If anything, he should be the one taking the walk, not you.”
Nora gave her a small smile. "What, are you telling me you're interested?"
The Proctor’s grin only grew. “I’m not about to step on any toes, General.”
"God, I kind of wish you would," she groaned. "Beats waiting to be dropped like a hot tato."
The older woman hummed quietly in thought as she crossed her arms, glancing back at the closed door that led to the Elder’s bedroom. “I don’t think you have to worry about that."
Nora gave her another smile but it didn't match the way her chest ached. "Wish you were the one who got to decide that. Anyway, I should… get going. I’m actually way busier than I look, I promise. Nice talking to you."
“Good talking to you, General,” Ingram said with a wave of her hand. “And for what it’s worth, don’t worry too much, it’ll work out. I have a feeling about it, and I’ve known Arthur since he was a boy.” She paused. “Well, a small boy.”
"I have trouble believing he was ever small," Nora laughed, heading for the ladder.
Arthur was working in his room, so he wasn't on the observation deck when Nora got to the lower deck, and that made it easier for her to leave, ignoring the way some of the Knights were staring at her in surprise.
As subtly as they could, of course, but they weren't exactly masters of the subtle side glance, and the Lancer who flew her to Diamond City seemed surprised to see her still on board. It was Wade, as usual, and she arched a brow at her in curiosity.
Though Nora had a feeling that she already knew what was going on.
The journey back was too quiet. It gave Nora too much time to concentrate on the thoughts whizzing around in her mind. She couldn’t ignore them.
Whatever Ingram had said, Ingram wasn’t Arthur. Nothing she said could actually decide, ultimately, what Arthur would actually do.
Nora was attached now.
The man had held her, held her daughter, looked after her. She had invited him into her home, her actual home. And in return he had treated her kindly and with respect and opened up a little. And after that, well, she enjoyed his company too much to pretend now that she could possibly keep up this pretense of it being just sex for her.
It was just her luck that the first man she’d slept with since waking up in the Vault had to be someone that she couldn’t fall for because he wasn’t prepared for an intimate relationship with someone else.
Wade landed them near the outskirts of the city, glancing her over as she got out. “Have a good day, ma’am,” she said, and switched the engine back on.
Nora took a few steps away, giving her a nod of acknowledgement as the Vertibird rose up into the air once more, leaving her alone on the road, wind whisking around her legs and flapping her coat for a minute until the force finally died away.
She made her way towards the city in the late afternoon sun, wishing that she felt less like a beacon that said I just fucked Arthur Maxson. She was going to make herself something to drink, possibly alcoholic, and then get out of this suit and into something to relax in. Then maybe draw herself a bath so that she could sit down and wash out all of the mess that he’d left in her.
Or maybe not.
Whatever it was that she did next, she just needed a distraction. She needed to keep her mind busy and off the Prydwen.
Most of all, though, she needed not to think about Arthur Maxson, about how much she wanted to just be with him, and how much it hurt to think of what would happen when he finally got tired of her.
When given the option, Arthur preferred to work alone and in the quiet. It made his work easier to digest and allowed him to get through his reports quickly and efficiently, signing off on them one after another without having to break out of the mode he was in to speak to someone else. It was always difficult to get back to that mindset once he had broken out of it for whatever distraction.
But even as he was alone now, he found it difficult to work. Stacks of reports sat to either side of him on his desk with an open one in front of him, a pen in his hand, and there was little-to-no motivation to get anything done. Kells would have come in and nagged if he hadn’t locked the door, and he wasn’t in the mood for that.
But he just… couldn’t get his mind off her.
Nora.
The pen wiggled in his fingers as he glared at the words on the paper, damning them for his inability to focus. This was his job. It was his duty as a Maxson, as an Elder, but those thoughts couldn’t force pen to paper.
His mind strayed instead to their time together over the last however many months, when they’d played around and fucked around—when they’d actually fucked—and how times he’d been with her.
When he’d willingly gone into Goodneighbor, of all the lowlife places in the Commonwealth, just to have fun with her.
When he’d fallen asleep holding her and her daughter.
When she’d stayed the night last night and slept in his arms and they’d finally had sex for the first time.
And, fuck, it was great.
Everything was great.
There was no denying he’d had fun with her, and he knew he’d be a fool to squander what they had if his worries that she were growing too attached were coming true and he dropped her over them. But now he was beginning to realize, as he blankly stared down at the lines of squiggly ink in front of him, that maybe worrying about Nora getting attached wasn’t his only problem.
That perhaps, for the first time in his life since he’d started having sex, he might be the one who would have trouble letting go.
The longer he sat there, the more he thought about her—remembering all the times he’d spent with her, held her, kissed her, talked to her like they were friends—the more he realized he’d grown attached.
Fuck.
Diamond City was quiet; Nora had avoided the lunchtime bustle of people and as she stepped in, only a couple were around. Not that anyone would have even wondered why she was coming in around lunchtime. But still, as she made her way over to her house, unlocking the door, it was good to not have Piper ambushing her with questions she didn’t feel like answering.
“Hey.”
Fuck.
Nora turned around to see Piper standing behind her, a small, soft smile on her face.
“You sure know how to set a trap,” she accused the reporter, cocking her hip.
“Just wanted to check in. Didn’t realise I was springing anything on you,” Piper apologised. “How are you holding up?”
Nora pushed open her front door and stepped inside with a sigh. Piper followed, and Nora set her bag down as the younger woman shut the door behind them.
“I’m… I don’t know,” she admitted. “I… had a very good night.”
Piper’s brow rose. “But you don’t exactly look like you’re jumping for joy.”
“Well, you know,” Nora shrugged, “I’m- starting to, um, feel. Things.”
“Oh. Oh.” Piper made a face. “Not good?”
“Maxson doesn’t like it when they get attached.” She rubbed her cheeks. “And… well, that’s what’s happening to me.”
Piper pressed her lips together, and reached for Nora’s hands. “So, what are you gonna do?”
“What can I do?” Nora mumbled, her eyes prickling. “Respect his decision, right? If he’s not ready for anything deeper, he wouldn’t ever forgive me for trying to force the issue.”
“I’m sorry, Nora,” Piper squeezed her hands, “I really am. For what it’s worth, you know that’s a him problem, not a you problem, right? You’re amazing. You deserve happiness.”
Nora’s lower lip trembled. “C’mon, don’t- I’ll burst into tears,” she whispered.
Piper wrapped her arms around Nora’s shoulders, pulling her close. “I’m not really great at romance, but… I’m here if you need me, ok? I always will be. I’m just across the square.”
Nora curled into the hug with a little sigh, her eyes closing. “Thank you. But… I need to be alone right now, ok?”
“All right. Let me know if you change your mind.” Piper pulled her closer for a minute before she stepped back. “You do what’s best for you, ok?”
Nora shot her a shaky smile. “I will.”
Piper squeezed her hand again, then went for the door, and stepped out, leaving Nora alone in her house to quickly wipe her eyes dry.
Kicking off her shoes and shrugging off her coat, Nora started prepping to run a bath, her suit halfway down her waist as she settled back into her little home. Distraction. Distraction. Distract-
Bang bang bang.
“Ok, ok, give me a second!” Nora called, heading for the door again. “Jeez, Piper, you’re not exactly-”
It wasn’t Piper at the door.
Nora’s mouth fell open.
With one brow arched, Arthur glanced her up and down. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“Well, you’re definitely not Piper, unless her disguises are getting better,” Nora murmured. “Um, sure. Is- is something up?” She stepped aside to let him in.
“Ah… not exactly,” he replied as he stepped through the door, shrugging his coat off. He’d changed into dark jeans and a v-neck shirt again with a regular coat over it, trying to blend in a bit better. “I just wanted to talk.”
God, that damn v-neck. She could see the bite marks she’d left on him without his suit on, and as she pushed the door shut, she tried not to think about it too hard. “Of… course. Uh, would you like a drink? Nuka-Cola? Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?”
“No, thank you. I’m alright.” Glancing around, he cleared his throat. “How are you?”
Confused. “I’m all right,” she said. “What about you? Whatever it is, it’s clearly important.” Oh god. Was he- was he coming here to end it?
His coat was set on the couch before he turned to face her. “It’s about the bet.”
Fuck. “Ah.” Nora cleared her throat. “Of course. Did… you want to amend it?”
“I do,” he admitted, his eyes stuck on her face. “You’d mentioned some things to me before that had me thinking and I, uh… I couldn’t stop thinking about them. About you.”
Her heart thumped in her chest. “What… kind of things?”
“That you don’t work for me. That you don’t have to follow the Codex or be controlled by it.” Arthur swallowed hard. “That you’re a pain in my ass.”
That was goo- what? “Um.” Nora’s brow furrowed. “I… what? What is… that meant to mean?”
“I want to change the outcome of the bet,” he told her rather than answering the question.
“To what?” Nora asked. “And do I still get your gun?”
“If I win,” he started, slowly stepping closer, “Then you marry me.”
Nora froze. She- stared at him. What? What? Her mouth opened, but nothing came out except a few surprised, strangled noises.
Not- not what she had been expecting. She had been expecting him to actually just straight up dump her, tell her that she was too attached and he couldn’t do this. And- that would’ve been ok, in the end.
But this-
“You’re,” her voice came out small, “proposing?”
“If that’s what you can call it, yes,” he answered, having stopped in his tracks when she froze. “You don’t have to accept it.”
“I thought you were coming here to end it,” she admitted, the words rushing out of her.
Maxson’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”
“I… thought maybe you thought I was getting too… attached,” Nora mumbled.
“Ah.” His eyes turned away from her. “And someone told you that was likely?”
“Miller,” Nora told him.
“Of course.” Sighing, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “I have done that before, yes, but… I never had that intention with you. But I didn’t expect to want to marry you, either.”
“I’m… sorry,” Nora said after a moment. “I was- I was ok with it. I- really- I hope I didn’t- make you feel pressured to- I mean it’s ok if all you wanted was- was just a fling because that’s ok and I shouldn’t expect- I didn’t expect it to be- anything else. Than this. And then. You know. It sort of became this.”
“No, it’s fine. Admittedly, I didn’t want anything more. But you’re right, it did just happen. And I think… I’m alright with that.” He stepped a bit closer to her. “You’re not like the previous subs I’ve had and I think that might be why.”
Nora took a few steps closer of her own. “Different how?”
“They’ve always wanted to be with me for sex and my rank, nothing more, but you actually like me for who I am,” he quietly explained. “You were content to just have dinner with me at your house without fucking. None of them would have done that.”
“I do like you,” she said quietly. “I- like to think we’ve been friends for a while. But- I never wanted to press you for more than you asked of me.” She wanted to touch him. Her hands raised, not sure where to go. “On the other hand, now… you’re asking me to marry you.”
She’d been afraid to ask too much of him, and now he was asking her to marry him. Which meant he went straight to asking too much of her, hadn’t he? Fuck.
“General,” he murmured, swallowing hard, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just… thrown it out there like that. I should have been more tactful.”
Nora grasped his shoulders, squeezing gently as she came close enough to press against him. “Call me Nora.”
Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Nora. I’m sorry.”
“This is a lot to take in,” she said softly. “I… care about you, Arthur. Every time I thought about you getting uncomfortable and dropping me it felt like my chest was going to burst open. I like what we have. I like being with you. I like the way we banter and how we get along. I like you. The you that you are when you get to relax.” She pressed her forehead against his. “I like it, and I don’t want to stop doing it. So… I agree to your terms, Elder Maxson.” Her eyes met his. “I will. I will marry you. Happily. Eagerly. If it means I get to spend my life the way it’s been between us since we started this bet, that’s what I want.”
He wasn’t entirely convinced she was going to agree with the way she started things out, but when she finally did, something in his chest ached more than ever before. He soon found himself cupping her face as he pulled her into a deep kiss, the tips of his fingers threading into her hair.
Nora melted against him with a long, low moan, eagerly returning the kiss. God, her heart was thudding rapidly in her chest and all she could think of was giggling against his mouth, her hands going to his face and stroking along his hair, his jaw, his cheekbones, touching all of him like he’d disappear if she stopped.
Quickly, Arthur reached down and hooked his hands beneath her ass, hoisting her up against his body before turning to carry her around the corner and up the steps toward the bed, only briefly breaking the kiss to look where he was going. Nora’s back hit the mattress as he set her down, and her hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, trying to get it over his head. He lifted his arms, allowing it to be tugged up and off, then immediately dove in to start pressing kisses along her throat as he scooted their bodies up the bed, his hips slotting between her thighs.
“Arthur,” she moaned softly, more to say his name than to get his attention. Her hands moved over his back, tracing and touching scars she hadn’t before, palms and fingers running over every inch until they finally found the back of his neck and started to slip into his hair. She scratched at his scalp, one thigh hooking around his waist. “Oh, priya!”
There was a pause.
“I- I lied,” she gasped out, “about- what- mmm- it means.”
“Mm?” His tongue dragged up to her jaw. “What does it mean, then?”
“Beloved,” she breathed. “It means beloved.”
The Elder paused as he sat up enough to look at her, studying her face for a few seconds, only to then roughly kiss her again.
‘Beloved.’ Not ‘lover.’ Fuck.
“I’m going to rip your suit off,” he growled against her lips.
“Do it!” she gasped, releasing him, laying back and relaxing to let him.
He wasted no time, eagerly grabbing onto her suit and pulling, tearing it open and revealing her bra—which he also tore open.
Nora’s breath hitched, though the sudden loss of her bra was a surprise. Still, she started wriggling out of the remains. The ripping sound had done something to her.
“So fucking perfect,” he breathed as his lips went to one of her nipples and pulled it into his mouth, sucking and gently biting at it until it was peaked, then doing the same to the other. As soon as they both were, he went on to help her slip out of the remains of her suit, even unzipping her boots and tossing them onto the floor.
Nora went for his belt, unbuckling it and undoing the button on his jeans, then the zipper. She grabbed his cock through his boxers. “Arthur, god,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Already?” he quietly teased while pushing his pants and underwear down, freeing his cock. “Don’t want me to prep you first?”
“Fingers,” her cheeks burned, “please. I- I want to- look at you.”
Kicking the rest of his clothes off and away, Maxson shifted to where one of her thighs was between his, giving himself a better angle to reach between her legs as he leaned over her on one hand. Without breaking eye contact, his middle and ring fingers slipped into his mouth, then were removed once covered in saliva, only to disappear between her legs and gently rub along her folds.
Leaning up on her elbows, Nora arched as best she could, wanting to kiss him as a long, low moan escaped her lips. “Fuck, priya,” she whined.
The request for a kiss was granted just as both fingers slowly slid into her, working their way in to the last knuckle and pausing with his hand pressed against her core.
Nora ran her hand up and down his arm, along his jaw, down his neck, carefully avoiding his throat. “Please,” she breathed.
“Please, what?” he whispered, a small grin on his lips. His hand started slowly moving back and forth, fingers teasingly fucking her.
“Please, more,” she whimpered. “Arthur, I- I need you.”
God, he felt himself pulse at her words, and he was fairly certain he was leaking precum on her thigh. “You’ll have me, pulchra. Don’t worry,” he assured her. “As a matter of fact,” his fingers crooked, the pads pressing against her sweet spot, “You’ll have me for the rest of our lives.”
“Abhika,” she keened, nipping his lower lip. “Harder, please!”
‘Abhika’? That was new. He didn’t know what it meant but he liked the sound of it, nonetheless.
Obliging, Maxson’s arm started quickly pumping back and forth, his fingers roughly rubbing at her sweet spot over and over. Nora cried out, her thighs drawing up as she felt the sudden surge of pleasure. Her eyes were fixed on his and she dug her nails into his shoulders, panting. “Oh god!”
Sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip, he glanced between her mouth and her eyes, his cock pulsing at the sight of just how good she looked. “You gonna cum for me?”
“Arthur!” The sound of his fingers in her was wet and rapid and it was building her up to something hard and fast. “Fuck, please, yes!”
“You sound so good, baby,” he purred, tapping against her sweet spot in an almost rhythmic pattern. “Cum for me. Let me hear it.”
Nora’s toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and she clamped down hard on his hand, hips riding the sensation as she hit her orgasm. His name escaped her lips, and she pulled herself closer against him, kissing him frantically.
The kiss was returned, a quiet moan muffled into it as he slowly slipped his fingers out of her and shifted so his hips were slotted between her thighs once again. Taking ahold of his cock, Arthur guided himself into her and, just like last time, used a steady back-and-forth motion to slowly ease himself in without breaking away from the kiss.
Oh god. This was just as good as it had been before. No, better. Because this time he was all hers and she was all his, and as her thighs wrapped around his hips, she slipped her tongue between his lips and moaned, eyes closing.
Leaning on one forearm, his free hand cupped her jaw, thumb running over her cheekbone while the kiss continued and even as his hips finally met hers. He remained still at first, giving her a chance to adjust despite how his body told him to take her rough and hard right then and there. God, he wanted her so badly, and now he had her—in more ways than one.
“I need you,” she whispered. “H-hard. Please.”
Fuck. Arthur pulled his hips back and roughly pushed forward, giving her what she wanted. Nora arched up against him, her body sensitive to his touch as her nipples rubbed against his chest and her legs crossed over his back, digging in, urging to go harder, deeper.
“Abhika,” she gasped again.
One hand grasped her thigh, holding it against his waist as he fucked her, his thrusts quickly picking up in pace and roughness. His lips eagerly found her throat where he placed kisses, licks, and bites along the column, intending to leave marks here and there. “Tell me you’ll marry me again,” he breathed.
She couldn’t help gasping out a laugh. “Mm-! I’ll, fuck, marry you!”
“You’ll fuck-marry me?” he repeated teasingly, nipping her jaw. “I suppose that’ll—mmmnn—I suppose that’ll do.”
“I’ll marry you,” Nora groaned, turning her head to brush her lips across his, “daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” he groaned right before crashing their lips together in a rough kiss, his hips snapping against her own at the same time.
Nora giggled breathlessly, keening softly as the heat started to build hard with every stroke of his cock. “You- oh!- love it!”
The hand on her thigh slid up her body and to her breast where he gently groped, his thumb running over her nipple. “Maybe a little too much,” he admitted. “You’re lucky for that.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured, nipping his lower lip as she felt her thighs start to shake. “Oh, fuck, Arthur.” Her eyes drank in the sight of him, the tension coiling. “I’m- gonna-!”
He felt himself pulse at the sound of her announcement that she was getting close, and he pushed up onto his elbow a bit more to see her better. “That’s it, pulchra. Cum for me, baby,” he urged while thrusting a bit harder.
Her eyes met his, just for a second, just enough for her to cum with a loud cry of his name around his cock, before they rolled up and her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching hard down his back with every second that the heat erupted in her core.
Arthur’s head dropped against her shoulder as he sucked a hissing inhale between his teeth, the pain of her nails on his back nearly making him tremble just from how damn good it felt. As he kept thrusting, he realized this time with her was different from before—different from all the times they’d been together, different from the first time they’d actually fucked.
“Fuck, Nora,” he groaned just as his lips found their way back to her jaw.
“Abhika,” she gasped out again, shaking as she worked through the electric scratch of too much, her fingers smoothing over the scratches she’d left on him.
“Ride me,” he breathed just before rolling them over so she was on top, his hands moving to her hips to help guide her movements.
Leaning down to kiss him, Nora then sat up, her hips working his cock rapidly, the way they had done all those times she’d ground up against him, showing him exactly what she’d wanted from him. And now she was getting it, grabbing one of his hands and moving it so it was between her thighs to stroke against her clit, her voice coming out in high gasps.
Placing his palm on her mound, his thumb pressed against her clit and rubbed quick, rough circles on it while his other hand remained on her hip to help guide her movements. She was so damn wet that he almost felt her slick dripping down him the more she moved back and forth in his lap, the sound fairly obvious.
“God, look at you,” Arthur breathed, his eyes glancing up and down her body. “So fucking beautiful. Should have had you riding me the moment you—fuck—the moment you stepped aboard my ship.”
“Yes,” Nora groaned out, her eyes meeting his, “fuck, yes, you should have!”
“Not sure you would have liked me ordering you straight to my—mmmnn—straight to my quarters to undress right when we met,” he pointed out with a grin.
She let out a soft laugh. “Y-yeah, oh, true,” she panted, as his cock rubbed up against that sweet spot, leaving her trembling on top of him. “B-but, oh, w-wish you’d asked- earlier!”
“Should have,” he agreed breathlessly. “But didn’t. Just makes it better now, yeah?” His thumb pressed more firmly against her clit as he started rolling his hips with each movement she made.
“You,” her breath hitched, “spent months- ah!- pining over me!”
“‘Pining’!?” Arthur nearly scoffed as he bucked his hips. “I was not pining over you.”
She laughed again. “I- was.” She squeezed him with her walls, clenching up to try and coax him to cum for her.
“Oh? Were you, now?” he asked just as he pulled her down against his chest and rolled them over again so he was back on top. “Tell me more.”
“I like you,” she said softly. “Wasn’t- wasn’t sure you liked me the way I liked you.”
Pausing in his movements, he leaned up on his hands and studied her face. “I wasn’t sure how I felt. Didn’t really understand it. But, if it’s… anything like this,” he glanced away, looking down at his holotags as they dangled from his neck and between their bodies, “Then, yeah, I have for a while.”
Her heart fluttered. “I love you,” she blurted out.
The world stopped moving for a few seconds as he met her gaze, his brows lifting in a mixture of confusion and surprise and maybe even a little bit of terror. “You… what?”
Oh shit. “I love you,” she said again. “Sorry.”
He couldn’t exactly be upset that she was throwing something at him so suddenly when he’d done the same to her not long ago—but did she have to do it while they were fucking? She couldn’t have waited, what, five more minutes?
No, it was fine. He wasn’t panicking. Besides, he’d asked her to marry him, which meant she’d eventually learn to love him, right? And, hopefully, he’d do the same?
But, still, while they were fucking?
“That’s, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t know what that feels like. I’m sorry.”
Ah. The disconnect. Nora gave him a soft smile, despite the way her heart had thudded like a drum in her chest when he’d gone silent for almost a full minute. “It feels like… when I see you, my whole body lifts. Being away from you makes my chest hurt. Being around you, hugging you, it relaxes me, it makes me feel safe.” Her fingers touched his chest, over his heart. “It… feels like I can be with you and just be me.”
Following her hand with his eyes, he placed his own atop hers after a few moments. The description certainly helped; he couldn’t place a name to his feelings, but he could definitely describe how his body was acting.
“It started in my stomach,” he explained. “Mostly just… twists and turns, I guess. It hurt when you weren’t around and I felt sort of queasy when you were.” Arthur returned his eyes to her face, searching her features. “Eventually moved to my chest. Ached every time I thought about you, but especially when you were gone for that week. Is that what you mean?”
“Queasy?” Nora chuckled. “That sounded like you were nervous about something.” She touched the thick chest hair, combing through it. “Then it sounds like you missed me.” Her eyes were on his. “I missed you too, that week.”
With her hands on his chest, his palm gently ran up and down her forearm. “I think… I understand what you’re explaining. Sort of. And if that is the case, then that would mean the feeling is reciprocated,” he quietly told her. “But even if it’s not,” there was a pause as he glanced away, taking a breath, “You already agreed to marry me, so… you can’t take it back.”
Nora blinked. “I’m… not sure what to take from that, actually…”
The corners of his lips twitched. “Meaning I won’t let you back out now because, eventually, I’ll figure myself out.”
She smiled. “You don’t want me to go, hmm?”
“I think I’m a bit too attached for you to leave,” Arthur admitted.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she teased, her fingers playing with the chain of the tags.
He’d gone soft by now, his cock having slipped out of her, though his body still remained settled between her thighs. “And you? Are you… attached?”
“I hope that was obvious when I said yes,” Nora murmured, “but I am. And- not just by a collar either. Sir.”
“You will be by a ring,” he told her. “Soon enough.”
“Well, you, uh, came in me already, so, maybe other stuff too,” Nora mumbled.
Maxson’s eyes dropped to her stomach and his fingers gently traced over one of the stretchmarks from her previous pregnancy. “Do you want more children?”
“I do,” she agreed, her eyes following his hand.
“How many?”
Nora laughed. “Do you have an ideal number?”
“Not… necessarily,” he mumbled before shifting to lay on his side next to her while leaning up on his elbow with his head on his hand. “Never really considered how many before. Just… that I’d have them.”
“Well, if we have two, we’ll end up with four,” Nora said. “So I hope you don’t mind caring for my two at the same time.”
“Not at all,” he assured her, his fingers still tracing along the stretchmarks on her belly. “But there will also be a lot of help from others in the Brotherhood when it comes to raising them, as well, because of my rank. And because we are a community.”
“My family was the same,” Nora told him. “I had a big family and we were all in a similar neighbourhood, so I saw them a lot. I was raised by a lot of people. I’m interested to know what it’ll be like on this side of the war.”
“I know the nuclear family was considered the cornerstone of prewar America, or at least that’s what I remember being taught, but postwar is much different. We don’t have the opportunity of being related or living in separate, quiet homes; we have our communities and we utilize them as often as possible.” Arthur shrugged one shoulder as he watched his fingers. “I know me saying that is different compared to a wastelander saying it, but even in the Brotherhood, we depend on one another for childcare.”
Nora shifted a little closer to him. “Do you… want to keep talking about children?” she murmured. “Or… try and make one?”
His gaze lifted up to her. “It wouldn’t take much to get me interested again.”
Nora leaned over and kissed him roughly, a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, daddy.”
“Tease,” Arthur hissed against her mouth as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she was pulled onto his chest.
“Gonna be a real daddy after this,” she laughed, arching up to slide her hand down between them, wrapping around his cock to jerk him off, working him up to full hardness again.
“Why would you ruin the word right now?” he groaned just before clapping his palm down on her ass.
Nora moaned, her ass up. “Y-you know that- that being a daddy means- getting to- um- cum in me, all the time.”
“I already did it once, pulchra, so don’t even think I’m stopping now,” he warned, smacking her other ass cheek.
Nora bit her lip. “S-so when- mmm- I’m pregnant are you gonna cum- on me?”
“No,” he breathed, his cock fully hard and pulsing in her hands. “It’s only in you from now on.”
Nora pouted. “Aww.” She sat up, still wet, and slid down onto him slowly. “But- I like it when- you, um, paint me.”
“Then maybe if you beg enough, I’ll consider it,” he told her, both hands going to her hips. “But I still much prefer filling you and watching it leak out.”
“Then be my guest,” she purred, her hands bracing against his chest as she started to ride him. They were both prepared for it, and she didn’t take long to speed up, biting her lip as his cock stroked along her walls, pulling loud moans from her lips.
God, he couldn’t get enough of the way she looked while riding him. “So fucking perfect,” he breathed, his fingers digging into her hips as he helped guide her movements, trying to get her to grind her clit against his pelvis.
“Oh god,” Nora moaned as the friction hit the sensitive nub, “Arthur, fuck, please, please will you, oh!” Her nails dug into him, her walls squeezing him, pulling at his cock. “Abhika, please… pleasecuminme!”
“Fuck.” The scratching was doing him in, a slow heat that hadn’t found relief now building at the base of his spine. “Keep going, baby,” he growled, pushing and pulling her a bit faster. “Don’t stop. I want you to cum with me.”
Nora sped up her hips, the way her clit rubbed against him leaving a coil of heat between her thighs. “Arthur,” she gasped out, “fuck, daddy, please, god, harder!”
Rolling his hips with each of her movements, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck, Nora. I’m so close,” he groaned, his eyes tightly closing. “Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Nora kissed him, her nails scratching down his chest, silently begging him to do it as she squeezed him, her walls clenching and relaxing, mimicking her own orgasm. Which she was almost there for-
A long, low moan rumbled from his chest and was muffled against her lips as he came inside her, his hips reflexively thrusting up into her as much as he could while he kept guiding her back and forth in his lap, refusing to let her stop moving until she finally tipped over the edge with him. The twitching, the friction, the way she felt with him controlling her hips, meant that she only took a few seconds before she hit her peak.
“ARTHUR!”
“God, fuck,” he groaned, his head tipping back as he let go of her hips, one arm then wrapping around her midsection while his other hand grabbed her ass to keep her lower half moving so she could ride her orgasm out. “There you go, pulchra. That’s it, that’s my girl.”
“Yours,” she cried out, gripping his shoulders for some way to anchor herself as she trembled through the pleasure, her eyes briefly closing. Finally, she slumped in his lap, laying down on his chest with a long, satisfied moan.
“All mine,” Arthur agreed, holding her tightly against himself.
Nora nuzzled along his chest and neck as she felt his cum start to seep out of her. “God, that was nice,” she murmured, her fingers tracing along his arm.
“Mm, I agree,” he replied, his palm rubbing up and down her back while the one that had been grabbing her ass was now resting on the back of her thigh. “Very nice.”
“Looking forward to doing that more often,” she added. “Though… the other stuff was fun too. I’d like to do that as well.”
“Give me about ten minutes and we can do it again,” he teased, his palm turning into the tips of his fingers tracing down her spine.
Nora smiled. “I look forward to it, abhika.”
“You’ve said that a few times now. What does it mean?” he asked.
“Husband,” she replied. “I thought it was fitting.”
Arthur was silent for a few seconds before he suddenly groaned. “Ten minutes can’t come soon enough.”
Nora glanced at him. A smirk curved at her lips. “Couldn’t agree more, husband.”