Nora's hands wander.

Nate leaned against the kitchen island, his jumpsuit around his waist, as Nora used the last of the bandages from Vault 111 to dress his shoulder wound.

“I love it when you play nurse.” Nate quipped as she finished up. Of course, the last time had involved white nylons and less blood...

“We're just lucky that bastard only grazed you.” Nora said. “A couple more inches and...”

“...And you'd have been heading out into this brave new world as a widow.” Nate said. “It wouldn't be all bad, think of all the action you'd be getting without a stud husband to scare off any takers.”

Nora tittered at that. If past experience was any indicator, Nate would just invite any other interested parties to join in.

“Speaking of which, it's been too long...” Nora said suggestively, her hands drifting away from Nate's shoulder and down, to the confines of his suit.

“Do you mean the 210 years that have actually passed, or the what, three hours since we went into deep freeze?” Nate asked playfully.

“Whichever one you want. Fuck, both maybe.” Nora responded, slipping a hand inside Nate's suit and stroking her husband.

Once Nora had felt him harden fully under her touch, she knelt and slid the form-fitting blue outfit down around his knees.

Putting one hand on Nate's engorged length, she kissed it once on the head, before taking it into her mouth.

Nate groaned as Nora began to pleasure him. She was right, he thought, as he stroked her raven hair. It had been far too long.

Through the shattered mess that could charitably be called their window, Codsworth could clearly see the couple. Nonetheless, he puttered about, tending rosebushes that had long ago burned, paying little mind to the erotic scene unfolding feet away.

Before the bombs fell, Codsworth's programming had adjusted to his masters'... unconventional lifestyle.

Now the Mr. Handy regarded the sight of his mistress standing, letting her jumpsuit hit the floor, and mounting her husband's cock as no more improper a sight than a cordial game of checkers.

“Yes!” Nora screamed, as Nate thundered into her, his powerful arms embracing her naked form.

There had been lays with folk all over before the war, and Nora already had a suspicion there would be others out in what remained of the world, but nobody could make her feel like Nate could.

It wasn't long before it all proved too much for her. The former lawyer rode her orgasm until she couldn't resist it, moaning out his name, her pussy squeezing his cock. Nate extricated his face from her ample bosom before kissing her.

As she continued to bounce on his cock, hands on the ruined countertop to steady herself, Nora locked eyes with her husband. She could see it in his eyes, the way he bit his lip lightly, trying to stave off his release, to spend just that little bit extra inside her.

Redoubling her efforts, it was only a matter of minutes before she felt Nate pulsing then loosing rope after rope of cum into her.

Sweaty, satisfied and slightly less depressed by their circumstances, Nora kissed Nate once more.

It was then that Codsworth hovered into the house. The rusted robot approached the island as if nothing were amiss.

“Sir, Ma'am.” He said. “My apologies for the interruption, but I thought I might offer you a drink. My databanks tell me the old rumpy pumpy can be rather thirsty work!”

From a port on his side, Codsworth dispensed two bottles of clear, glistening water.

“Uh... sure, thanks Codsworth.” Nate said, always a little nonplussed by the machine's nonchalance. He accepted a chilled plastic bottle.

“I usually prefer a cigarette afterwards, but this'll do too.” Nora said, climbing off of Nate before taking a drink.

As Codsworth once again left his masters to continue his Sisyphean chores, Nate and Nora thought on their next move.