Chapitre 10: Bonding
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Swat… had a good dream. In it. He was happy… but he didn't know why. He felt like he was being pressed down, something was on his chest pinning him to the bed. He felt warm and safe… comfy. But then his nose tickled and ruined it for him as he woke up. Masha was in bed with him, in her vault suit for some reason, lying on top of him. Her lightly weighed, soft body pressed down on him as he inhaled her platinum blonde hair. He contemplated kicking her off… but then his hand instinctively went to her tight supple ass, giving it a fascinated squeeze as she moaned in her sleep. Smiling gently as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. The vault suit felt like she was wearing nothing at all.
Raid, lying on his back on the couch with his feet in the air and his tongue lolling out, gently snored as he slept. Swat should be annoyed that his guard dog didn't alert him to the intruder, but then again Raid must not register Masha as a threat.
…It was nice waking up with a warm body next to you. It didn't happen often with a human body, let alone a LIVE human body… he closed his eyes, still gently stroking her rear in his hand, when his morning male biology rubbed against her vault suit-covered crotch.
It was as if a button was pushed, suddenly she moaned. Her hips ground against him with obvious expert skill. Her body soon began to move as well, massaging him with her own as he groaned beneath her. unable to take her subconscious teasing he gripped her ass firmly as she shot up, completely awake as her hands rested on his chest, straddling his waist as she stared into his eyes.
"…Morning…" he said, not finding anything else to say as his dick throbbed against her clothed crotch.
She bit her lower lip, and wiggled her hips, feeling him rub against her… then, slowly, her hand went to the zipper at her neck, and slowly opened her suit. He didn't stop her… she gasped as his hands went immediately to her breasts, sitting up as he pulled them into his mouth, sucking as he groped her ass again, feeling her grind against him. His fingers probed her ass hole through the suit, she moaned and writhed as he nibbled her nipples, rolling her onto her back and pinning her to the small bed as he had his fill.
Her lips pressed to hers as she moaned into his mouth, his hand running down her slender stomach and through her pubic hair to rub her increasingly wet pussy as she writhed beneath him. Her hips thrust up as his fingers went wild inside her, she leaked onto the bed slightly as her arousal built amazingly. She wiggled as his constant toying sent waves of unfounded pleasure through her body, tightening around his fingers as she sucked in air to scream her orgasm. I muffled her with another kiss as she shrieked into his mouth, her body trembling wildly as she shook erotically, his fingers still sending jolts of pleasure through her sensitive body before dropping back onto the bed exhausted.
In Vault 69. The women don't get to feel like that… not because they weren't allowed. But because the Nobles just weren't that good.
She whimpered in delight, cooing softly as I admired his work, occasionally a jolt of her remnant orgasm would make itself known, and she erotically twisted in the sheets before him. She shivered suddenly as he unzipped, his throbbing erection more than ready for her as she hesitantly stroked it. She got to her hands and knees, staring reverently at his length as she looked up at him, and opened her mouth.
He hissed as she easily slid down his cock, going to the root immediately as he reached over her and took two handfuls of her soft ass in his hand, squeezing as she went up and down obediently, slurping and sucking with her well-trained skills as he rubbed her nose into his pubic hairs, taking in his scent as she happily pleasured him.
"We can't… leave a mess." He hissed, throbbing in her throat as he gently caressed her head and ass, instinctively thrusting into her mouth, she did not resist. He could do what he wished with her, that was the deal….
…And she kind of liked it…
"Masha…" he growled, her eyes darted up to his and she pulled her tight lips to his cockhead, realizing immediately what was happening as she swirled her talented tongue on his tip, stroking his shaft with her soft skilled hands. "S-Swallow it." He ordered, and she noisily slurped his head, squeezing his balls gently with her gentle hand as she felt them quiver in release, a thick salty load of cum pumped into her mouth, her cheeks bulged slightly but it wasn't something she hadn't tasted before. Her throat pulsed as she obediently, maybe even instinctively swallowed his seed, not a drop was wasted as she held him in her mouth until he was utterly spent.
Finally pulling away as he went limp in her grip, she looked up at him, smiling almost proudly with her efforts as she opened her mouth. Expecting praise as her tongue lolled from her mouth, licking her lips to show she wasn't hiding any of his load. A gesture she was trained rigorously to do in the vault, as she was strictly punished otherwise…
However, instead of praise, she was suddenly pulled onto the bed as Swat groaned in relief, wrapping his arms around her from behind and gently caressing her big breasts as she moaned. She didn't mind the feeling, but she was unused to being, what she would later come to understand as, 'cuddled'…
She rather liked being held after a good job. His hot breath on her neck strangely comforting as his hands gently caressed her soft, sexy body. Normally, in the vault, she was normally kicked to the side, literally in some cases, once her task of pleasure had been completed. This was an unknown, and not unwelcomed, change of pace. And she closed her eyes, nuzzling up against him as he held her, quickly and easily going to sleep.
That was however interrupted by Raid whimpering at the door… Swat sighed and removing himself carefully from Masha he walked with Raid outside the small fortified town to allow Raid to do his business. Upon his return, Jack was waiting for him, he tilted his head silently towards his bungalow and Swat followed him as they entered together.
When Swat was living with him, learning the finer points of Jack's gunslinging skills, they had a morning ritual together: Gun cleaning. Together they sat at the table, all their weapons on display as they worked. And discussed the 'plan'. Although 'plan' might not be the right word, a general idea might be better.
"So you KNOW that this asshole is following you?" Jack asked as he cleaned his revolver gun barrels with casual ease.
"Well… not entirely…" Swat replied, helping Jack with his speed loaders. "But he strikes me as the kind of guy who doesn't like to be made a fool of."
"So what did you do?"
"Well… I sent him into a Deathclaw nest and left him a note, told him to follow Highway 95 to Novac if he wanted to settle up. Otherwise, he would've messed up the Salty City." He absently scratched Raid's head as he rested his head in Swat's lap. "So, I know he's coming I just need to get rid of the rest of his protectrons."
"And how do you intend to do that?" Jack asked curiously, watching Swat pointedly as if expecting Swat had no plan whatsoever.
"Well, I figured I'd do what you'd taught me. Tunnels and Funnels."
Jack actually gave him a semblance of a proud smile, "I'll be fucked, you actually listened sometimes... Where do you figure?"
"How's the west road. Are those ghouls still there? I remember there being a damn good funnel tunnel." He asked, watching as Jack began to reload his Winchester.
"Nah, cleared out years ago by that guy running the Lucky 38. Still a couple of ferals wandering around. And the occasional Nightkin. But they're harmless enough if you don't bother them. Or just kill 'em. Can those girls shoot?"
Swat waved his hand slightly to imply, 'kind of' "Casey can, sort of, if you count the number of bullets she can put in the air… The other two? They could be better."
Jack sighed thoughtfully, "How long do we got?"
"A day, maybe two. If we're lucky, three, he's got a whole procession and I imagine he's not the hurrying type."
Jack groaned as he got to his feet, his prosthetic leg clanked and wobbled on the floor as he grumbled, "Bloody thing…" he mumbled angrily, adjusting the straps.
Swat was silent, and shook his head trying to change the subject quickly, it helped no one to talk about Jack's leg, or how long it took to find one that fit him. "…Do you have any grenades?" he asked suddenly as Jack eyed him with his good eye. Raid wagged his tail happily on the ground as he eagerly watched Jack for any sudden movements.
"…I think Andy will be willing to part with some for caps, same with the shop. How many?"
"A few. We only really need a handful. Probably less… unless of course, you've lost your touch."
"Them's fightin words, Brat." Jack replied, spinning one of his revolvers into its holster before handing Swat the other, "Outside. Let's see if you can keep up." Taking a silver watch from the dresser as they went.
There was a pile of bottles in a trashcan outside Jack's house, a few at the top even had some whiskey left in them. Swat lifted the whole trashcan and they left the buildings of Novac and lingered just on the outskirts, finding an old fence to rest a half-dozen of the bottles on top as Raid casually sniffed around, greeting a few early morning settlers who were more than happy to pet him.
"Fastest time wins." Swat said as he checked the barrels of Jack's revolver. Jack adjusted his Jack of Hearts in the brim of his hat, brushed his duster away from the hilt of his gun, and took a quick draw stance. As Swat looked at the silver watch, "…Go."
Six shots rang out and six bottles shattered as Jack spun the revolver on his finger and holstered it back again easily as he walked away posing proudly. Swat whistled, "Alright. Not bad."
"Not bad!" Jack replied scathingly as Swat tossed him the watch, walking over to reset more bottles. "Brat, I'm the real deal you're just the pale imitation."
Swat rolled his eyes at the 'rootin tootin' dialogue his mentor/father figure gave him as he stood ready for his turn. "Say when old man."
Jack grunted, looking at the watch. "…Go." Six shots, six bottles. Swat didn't have the flourish, but he certainly had the skills. The shattered bottle glass had hardly hit the dirt as Swat holsted the pistol and winked at the old ghoul. "Bah!" Jack grunted, "You could be faster!" he noted, tossing the watch back to Swat and limping towards the bottle collection. Grabbing one as Swat quickly reloaded, "How about some skeet?" he asked, tossing the bottle slightly and getting a feel for the weight.
"Well, you should practice your throwing arm." Swat noted, snapping the revolver shut..
He scoffed, "Me? Brat you're the one who couldn't throw a baseball." Before reeling back and throwing the bottle hard into the air. Swat drew the revolver and blasted it out of the sky. Jack smirked, "Getting a little slow there, Brat?"
"Watch your tongue old man." Swat replied good-naturedly, picking up a bottle. "Your turn."
"Throw it good, Brat, hate to think you'd cheat." Swat hurled the bottle and Jack just as easily blasted it out of the sky. Spinning the revolver into his holster with a smug smirk as Raid, approached him, dropping a thick stick at his feet and wagging his tail adorably. Jack stared at it oddly.
"I think he wants you to throw it." Swat noted casually as Jack grumbled.
"He should know better." He grumbled with his usual growl, picking up the stick regardless and hurling it off as Raid darted happily after it. "Damn mutt."
Swat rolled his eyes again, picking up another bottle. "Another round?"
"What the hell are you two idiots doing so early in the morning!?" Casey approached them, yawning widely as she looked between the bottles and the many broken ones as Raid returned with the stick, dropping it at Jack's feet.
"Practice." Jack replied, grumbling as he tossed the stick again and Raid darted off. "Care to try?" Jack continued ignoring Swat. There was a tone in his voice that seemed almost challenging.
Casey glared at him, and took the revolver Swat held, "Alright." She checked the chamber and snapped it shut. "Pull." She said as almost simultaneously Swat and Jack hurled bottles together. Swat was mildly impressed as the two bottles shattered in the air, one after the other as she sexily blew gunsmoke from the still smoking revolver barrel. Swat and Jack cleared their throats together.
"…If you can shot like that then why do you use an assault rifle?" Swat asked as she handed him back the revolver.
"I like lots of bullets." She said as Jack began to cough, apparently clearing his throat didn't work too well. "But seriously, target practice so early in the morning?"
"We're bonding." Jack replied coolly.
"I thought you were practicing." Casey replied as Swat smirked.
"We can do both." Jack growled without missing a beat, "while keeping our skills up."
"We're going west later today. Set up defenses for our pursuers." Swat replied, "…We also need grenades."
"I Wish you told me that back when we had my brahmin. I had a couple." She said frowning, crossing her arms across her chest rather accusingly.
"Well…" he shrugged, "I'm kind of making this up as I go along." He replied abruptly, taking the stick as Raid returned and hurling it off himself with a good throw.
"That's his thing." Jack replied, with a scoff. "Seat of his pants thinking…"
"And who taught me that?" Swat replied scathingly. standing challengingly at the unafraid ghoul.
"Your mother." Jack replied confidently and recoiled as Raid returned, but he didn't have a stick. A large freshly ripped off Gecko head was dropped at Jack's feet as Raid panted happily for him to throw it, "…Where the hell did you get-" he frowned as half a dozen gecko's were charging at them. "…That." he finished as he and Swat drew the revolvers and gunned them down quickly. "I am not throwing that for you!" he growled as Raid whimpered sadly, the last Gecko skidding to a dead stop before them at their feat.
Swat eyed the bodies for a moment and shrugged, "…Breakfast?"
"…I hate Gecko." Jack grumbled, grabbing the dead Gecko by its stumpy leg and dragging it back to town for their meal.
"Leave the head." Swat replied flatly as Raid dropped the Gecko head rather disappointedly before following them back
Jack cringed as the gecko meat was grilled and the smell reached his stub nose, they were soon joined by Satsuki and Masha as Casey returned with a pair of hand grenades, "This is all they had." She said letting them roll on the picnic table as Swat started to lay out the gecko-meat skewers.
"It'll have to do." Swat replied, "Maybe we can find more while we're camping out near the test site. Super Mutants like grenades, right?"
"You think we're just going to find a crate of grenades near the old test site?" Jack scoffed disbelievingly as he slipped Raid his meat.
One day later.
"…Well… it's NOT a crate." Jack grumbled as Swat handed him an ammo box with 6 frag grenades at the REPCON checkpoint. While they finished off a couple of feral ghouls. He eyed the girls who were trying very hard not to laugh, "…He's going to be insufferable now."
"Lighten up Jack." Swat replied as Raid easily snapped a piece of Gecko bone between his powerful jaws on the ground near their camping spot. Viewing the slope with approval. "Alright. This will have to do." He pointed up, to the chain link fence above the slight tunnel that provided the checkpoint, "You girls are going to be up there. Jack and I will make the first strike, then you provide cover fire when I give the signal." They all nodded as he walked passed them, watching the old REPCON test sight, "And since we have some time, we'll go see if that place has anything else we can use."
"Or sell." Casey added practically.
"Or sell." Swat noted with a nod as Jack sat down behind the wall of sandbags, taking a sip from a faded old canteen that used to have whiskey, but now just had water.
"Well… make it quick." He noted, "You need to go and make sure he follows you here." He rested his Winchester on his shoulder and carefully watched the road, "…Assuming you're right and we have another day…"
"I'll keep you company Jack …" Casey replied as Swat began to lead the girls and Raid towards the site. She sat down and backhanded him in the chest, twisting his hand as she glared at him, "Hands off." She said coolly, flipping him onto the ground and pinning him expertly. "Jack-ass." She grumbled as he sighed disappointedly before she let him back up.
"…The NCR teach you that throw?" he said coolly as she glared at him, leaning on the checkpoint wall.
"Ranger Andy actually…" she said with a knowing smirk.
End of Chapter
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