FFF - Backup Melody

You’re in no shape to go anywhere alone. Neither is she. That leaves you some room to negotiate. You’re tough. You make sure that Melody can see that.

“You’ll owe me,” you warn her.

She gives you a look that makes it clear that she can see through you, at least to a point. Then she leans forward with a little smile.

“Fine. My mission is too important. It comes first.”

“What is your mission?”

“You know what it is,” she replies with a snort.

“You want this forest.”

“We aren’t the only ones.”

“Enclave,” you mutter. “Who are they supposed to be?”

Melody tilts her head, and her glossy hair catches the light beautifully. She regards you for a moment, as though not sure what to make of someone who would ask that question.

“You know the raiders out there? The ones that kill and **** like animals?”

“I’ve heard stories,” you reply.

“Think of Enclave like that. Only worse.”

“And your Sisterhood of Steel is so nice and compassionate?” you ask skeptically.

“Hardly.”

“What, exactly, are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find out what kind of technology is causing what’s going on here, and I’m going to make sure that Enclave doesn’t get it,” Melody says.

“You want it for yourself.”

“We’ll have it. Or no one will. Either suits me,” she says with a shrug. “I’m a soldier.”

“Your life sounds simple.”

She shrugs again.

You turn it over in your head. This woman is impulsive. She’s no mastermind, and you don’t sense that she’s lying to you. You also have a feeling that Shell would have a more nuanced take on this subject matter. Actually, Shell probably wouldn’t be talking.

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll help you. Then you help me.”

“Sounds fair. More than fair for you.”

“Why?” you ask.

She shrugs, her eyes on your body. “I’ve been in that suit for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Long enough that I don’t care how you smell or how oily you are.”

You smile. Melody seems considerably more personable than Shell. Maybe these Sisterhood people aren’t all bad.

“Is that a yes?” she presses.

“I guess you,” you reply, irked by her pushiness.

“Get it out then.”

“Just like that?”

“What do you want? A kiss? I draw the line at your breath.”

“Fine. Bitch,” you say, pulling it out.

“Don’t give me that look,” she says as she walks over and kneels in front of you. “You can thank me later.”

“We’ll see who’s thanking who.”

“Mmhmm,” she replies, but now her mouth is full. Her attitude brings out your pride, so you sit on a squeaky stool, trying not to let out any squeaks of your own as she sucks your cock. Watching her brush back her amazing hair is almost as erotic as the feeling of her tongue on your shaft.

Once you’re fully hard, you’re too big for her mouth. She lets you out and strokes you, looking up at you with an obnoxious expression.

“You did this a lot? I’ve heard of guns for hire. What do you call this, Vault Girl?”

“Oh, you’re going to call me the same thing everyone else I’ve ever met calls me. Perfect,” you say, a little out of breath.

“Are you complaining?”

“Are you gonna use that mouth or not?”

“Like this?” she suckles your foreskin, then nips it to make you twitch. “Make that noise again, Vault Girl.”

“Between us, I’m not going to be the noisy one,” you shoot back.

“Big talk,” she says, still stroking as she looks up at you.

“Are you going to be pushy like this? Tell me every little thing to do?”

In reply, she lets go of your cock and stands up. You watch her expertly remove her bodysuit, revealing boring, gray underwear. Boring or not, it looks good on her. She has a few scars, but her pale skin is mostly pristine. You haven’t met a beauty like this since… you blink a few times and look to one side. Daisy.

You focus, finding Melody staring at you. She’s naked. Your eyes linger on her full breasts and golden bush.

“Keep it simple, Vault Girl,” she tells you before walking to the desk, placing her hands on it, and bending over.

You push thoughts of Daisy out of your mind and walk over to make good on your big talk. You want to take the time to admire her perfect body with her your hands as well as your eyes. Maybe your tongue, too. But you don’t want her getting a big head.

“Don’t be shy,” she says, and you cut that off by entering her. That doesn’t earn you any embarrassing noises, but it does shut her up. With your hands on her hips, you give it to her slow and firm. First, you want to last. Second, you don’t want her to think that you’re too wild for her.

“That’s good,” she says, throwing you a look over her shoulder.

You give her rump a light smack in reply.

“Yeah,” she sighs, rocking her body gently back toward you. Everything is loud in such a cramped space with bad acoustics: labored breathing and soft, wet noise where the two of you are joined. At first, she’s rubbing herself, but that only lasts a moment before she needs both hands to hold onto the table.

She looks back at you again, and you see it on her face: she was about to ask you to go faster. You smile at her knowingly and thrust in deep. Her back arches and she hisses.

You can’t do this all night, although you’d like to.

She holds your gaze, unwilling to give any ground.

“I don’t mind owing you,” she says.

“Shut up,” you say, concentrating on holding on as her slick walls suck you in. Your hands are massaging her ass and hips. You make yourself stop and slow down.

“Are you close?” she asks. Her eye contact is so aggressive.

You can’t even risk replying. You aren’t just close. You’re there.

Finish inside her?

Or pull out?