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A/N: hey, been a while, huh? Yeaaaa, sorry about that. I didn’t mean for so much time to go by. But don’t think I was twiddling my thumbs either! Like usual, I’ll leave the important note at the end for people who care to read but the short and quick version is that I finally found a Beta to edit most of my stories, this one included. And you won’t have to wait nearly as long for the next chapter to come out.
An additional caveat I feel the need to point out is that there is no sex in this chapter, which I understand a few of you will be disappointed about. However, take heart in the knowledge that the next chapter will have a full scene to enjoy and that to make up for the disappointment I will also be posting a short one-shot featuring The Lone Wanderer and Moira Brown full of lemony goodness. As well as a fun Gravity Falls one-shot of my own making for everyone to enjoy. That’s all for now, but again, read my note at the bottom for more information.
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Chapter 5 - Incentive
"Candy Millar," a haggard and worn looking woman had once said to her young and beautiful daughter, "this world isn't going to do you any favors. You're cute now, and people will be nice at first, but that won't last. So you better do everything you can to take whatever you want while you can. And don't let nothin' get in your way. Not people, not the law, and damn sure not love." Towering over the little girl, her eyes burned like the hot tip of a cigarette freshly sucked to life. "This world isn't going to do you any favors."
Years past since Candy, or Candice Millar had been sat down for her mother's little pep talk. And yet her words still echoed like the sharp chime of silver bell.
She'd taken those words to heart that day, watching her mother grow older by the day and knowing her fate was inevitably the same. She didn't delude herself with fake dreams of diploma's or accomplishments. She was a Millar girl. And as her mother had made abundantly clear, Millar girls were good for one thing, and one thing only. And, at least in that sense, Candy was confident that she excelled.
Growing up, Candy had been treated to much in life just because of her looks. At the lovely young age of twenty three she was still in her prime, fit and perky in all the right places. She hadn't even been thirteen before the front of her shirt had bubble with maturity and her hips swelled to match. As per her mother's instructions she'd quickly learned how to use her single advantage in life to carve her own little niche in the world. It was no time at all before the student became the master, eventually leaving the decrepit crone in the dust to chase after her own future.
It had been disgustingly easy.
She hadn't even graduated high school before she found a number of men willing to take care of her each and every need or want just so long as she handled one of theirs. Clinging to each man for so long as they were useful, she did what she needed to until a better offer happened across her plate. Where she would move on without regret or so much as a second thought. Before she knew it, she was suddenly being put up in five star hotels just for playing the perfect mistress.
People had looked down on her for such a 'career path' in the past. She lived through it all, the names, the rumors, and all the scathing looks so called proper women of the world loved to send her way just for walking down the same street. But then, all of them were dead now, weren't they? Funny how life works out like that.
Even she couldn't deny her luck, how she ended up banging one of the few jerk wads lucky enough to have not one, but two slots in the nearby Vault when everything had gone to shit. The same kind of luck that had his dick in her mouth the second the sirens went off. She vaguely recalled some mundane notion that it had been meant for his wife. But, well, her loss was Candy's gain. Maybe that will teach her to suck down one of her husband's loads every now and then. And in the end, she didn't even have to put up with the bloated bastard.
Of course, that's also when her problems really began.
Women, women, women fucking everywhere without so much as a single man in sight! How the hell was she supposed to sleep her way to the top when all she had to work with was a bunch of clams? Suddenly all the cleavage in the world was useless, which left her without a paddle or a boat up shit creek. Seriously, trash burning? A fucking single bunkbed? Communal showers? Ha, hell no! She was born to live a life of ease and luxury. Just like her mother had always said.
Even if that meant seducing a teenager.
In only twenty four hours the Overseer's little pregnancy carnival had reached a fair number of women, herself included. She and about thirty other women were currently stuck outside the studly wonder's cabin, each and every one of them clambering for just a drop of that thick, creamy splooge. The kid's sack might as well be filled with gold for how many eyes were set on it.
After all, nine months of luxury and living the high life for popping out a little bastard? That was math even Candy could do, and damn did it sound sweet. Which is why it was unfortunate that she couldn't even get within ten feet of the little man to work her womanly charms. Nor could any of the rest of her ‘sister in arms’. Looking around she couldn't help but size up her completion.
Blonde and brunette, tall and short, fat and thin, young and old; every type Candy could imagine had resigned themselves to an afternoon of underage fun. Though, none of them seemed to hold a candle to her 'natural advantages'. She ran a bemused hand along her hips.
In particular, her eyes caught sight of one older woman whose face would be… passable if not for the ridged frown etched into her expression. In each of her ears Candy could see what looked like actual diamonds twinkling in the perpetual florescent lights. Like that kind of shit even mattered anymore. Clearly she'd been the type of girl lucky enough to be born into money. Except now, the only kind of currency that actually mattered was a big swollen belly and a screaming brat. Still, it was pretty nice to see the same kind of lady that used to glare in her direction suddenly thrust in the exact same position. A slow smirk quickly found its way across Candy's pouty lips.
Her eyes quickly spied a few other… notable points of interested milling about the lonely hallway. A sun kissed blonde valley girl about Candy's age. An overly buxom olive skinned woman with a mane of thick, curled black hair who looked more fit running a PTA than seducing a teenage boy. A short, stout potato of a woman whose pinched face looked like it'd been kicked a few too many times. There was even a fit, dark skinned young woman standing off to the corner whose figure screamed athletics and whose cold grey eyes dared anyone to look her the wrong way. And so many more. Each of them in turn stared back at her, as well as each other, doing their best to figure out what their chances were for getting picked.
Which brought her to her current… predicament.
In her years of leisurely living Candy had learned how to deal with many of life's obstacles; perfume, mouth wash, heels, plunging necklines, push up bras, and of course lube.
But she had to admit, bodyguards? That was a new one.
Carla…something; the butch, blonde bitch was standing just outside the Swan family dorm whenever Tomas was locked away. Which just about seemed to be every hour of the day. The only chance any of them even got close to seeing him was his short trip to and from school each day. And even then he didn't so much as even glance in their direction. Leave it to fate to pick the one teenage boy in the world that didn't jump at the chance to pump one out.
Maybe if he at least seemed interested in them the growing crowd of women might relax some. Candy especially had no trouble waiting her turn, just so long as she knew her name WAS on the list. But other than the brat's teacher, it didn't look like anyone was going to get to do their 'womanly duty', or whatever the Overseer called it, for the future of the Vault any time soon. Well, except for that tomboy of a brat. Traipsing behind the golden boy everywhere he went.
She was fucking him. Every woman in the vault knew it. It was the only explanation for why he hadn't gone looking for his next lay. That little friend of his, now she was the real mastermind. And Candy would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little impressed. Even still, if she didn't get her's soon the little Latina and her might need to have some words about the concept of sharing.
Commotion in the front of the small crowd of women snapped Candy from her thoughts and she looked towards the large metal door just in time to see it open and a lone figure shuffle into the hallway. And just like that it was as though a fisherman threw a bucket of chum into shark infested water.
The crowd knew better than to try and actually grab the young man as more than one woman had ended up in the infirmary thanks to the impassible baton strapped to Carla's hip. Still, desperate in the hopes of catching his attention, it was a disgusting display of flirtation and attempted introduction. Clearly there was some disparity between the women who were more comfortable with having sex with a sixteen year old boy and those who were forcing themselves. But even the most unsure of the lot quickly had to shed their reservations less they be forgotten in the throng of estrogen.
The day before Candy had been right there with them. Under the discomfort of their newly enhanced bosoms many women in the Vault had already taken to wrapping their sleeves and upper jumpsuit around their waists rather than try and squeeze themselves into them. And she in particular had conveniently forgot to wear a bra that morning. Leaning to the point she was all but bent over at the hip trying to give the boy a more than decent glance down her shirt, she hoped to snare him with her charms then pull him in like she had so many others before. For all the good it did her, just like the day before that, and the day before that.
So today she found herself just watching him, trying to make sense of how she could get a leg up on the rest of her fellow sisters to ride him for all he was worth. But rather than catch his eyes wandering towards legs or tits, she was surprised to realize his gaze was fixed firmly on the floor. Their normally bright blue color somehow muted despite the fan craze happening around him. And just like that he was off and around the corner with a path of women following in his wake while Candy was left to consider her next plan of attack.
This world won't do you any favors. And she never asked for one.
Tomas sighed taking his seat, almost too aware of the literal flock of women left to stand by the door of his classroom. The days first shift would start soon, and he knew they'd need to disperse. But he also knew by now that, come evening, they'd all stream back together like a school of fish. Calling his name, smiling, just waiting to… His thoughts ended there, a deep flush taking his pale complexion. In all his sixteen years of life, he never once though he would be in a position where he needed to be protected from women who wanted to sleep with him.
Speaking of which, his eyes glanced back towards the very back of the class where his new shadow stood vigil beside the classroom door with eyes slightly narrowed and the hand on her hip never staying far from her baton.
She'd been assigned to him that first morning after his mother's speech. The very same soldier who he had later realized followed him and his family inside just before the bombs had fallen. They'd been processed separately, so he'd never gotten to actually talk to her. Now that she followed him everywhere he went, he was surprised to say that hadn't changed.
The woman was… shockingly quiet and about as expressive as the metal walls of their new home. He couldn't tell if it was her military service that conditioned such behavior, or if it was just the product of surviving when the rest of her unit had been condemned to nuclear annihilation. Hell, maybe she had just been born that way. But behind her steely grey eyes there was an edge that demanded order. And even he found it impossible to disobey. Basking in her presents he could honestly say she was the second most stressful woman in his life.
So of course now was the time for the first to stroll in.
Mrs. Green, his teacher, in quite a few ways. And also his greatest pain. Just seeing her walk in, a gentle smile playing across her pointed chin and heart shaped face was enough to force a flower of ache to bloom deep in his chest. Which she didn't even seem to notice at all.
Breezing through the class she waved to the few classmates who still managed to look her in the eyes after seeing her up there with his mother. At the start of that first day plenty of the girls had been nervous around him. And the teacher's sudden motherhood managed to reinstill some of that initial alienation. After all, being the only male made it pretty easy to figure how she'd gotten her little bundle of joy. Making it very hard not to imagine just what happened in this very room after class had ended. He watched her pass him by without so much as a glance in his direction. His fist tightened under the desk.
Three days. That's how long he's waited for her to say something. Anything that might explain why she'd… blindsided him like she had that night! "Don't miss dinner." Ha, how about, "I'm already pregnant with your unborn child." She had every opportunity to tell him, and yet he'd been just as clueless as the rest of the Vault watching her get up on that stage.
He'd thought, maybe, she would have some kind of explanation for what happened. Like, maybe the Overseer wouldn't let her tell him. But watching her over the past few days it was becoming more and more clear that it had been her choice, leaving him to wonder just what had the past few weeks really meant to her?
Had she been lying to him? Had the Overseer promised her all of that's stuff before she had ever even met him? All he could do was remember the things she said to him, encouraging him, actually making him feel comfortable for the first time since the world had ended, and realize that none of it had been real. He… cared about her. But she had just used him and he was tired of waiting for his answers.
Time passed slowly for the young man as he was forced to sit through another day of schooling. Watching Abigail was a special kind of hell for him, stuck just staring at her while all he wanted was to stand up and confront the mother of his first child. The bell for lunch rang after the usual four hours and he was free to wait there, glaring, while the room of young girls quickly flowed out of the room.
A hand settled on his shoulder.
He looked up to find Camille, soft brown eyes showing an unusual amount of concern for him. She'd been there when the news hit, and she'd remained strangely silent for the most part since. Even if they hung out like normal, her posture and demeanor had been distant. But Tomas has just assumed that she wanted to give him some time with his thoughts. Today, she must have seen the purpose in his gaze and moved accordingly.
Blinking up at her expression, his hard features softened. "Don't worry. I just… need to talk her. I just have some questions."
"Why?" she asked, frowning despite herself. "What can she possible say that will make you feel better? This is just going to make you even more upset, you know that." Her tone sounded even colder than normal. Tomas actually thought about her words before continuing.
"If… if she's really been lying to me all this time, then I want to hear it from her. I know it's stupid and I know I've been a little," he paused, "a pain. I've been a pain." She didn't argue. "But I don't think I'll be able to move on if I don't. You know?" Camille didn't say anything, but her expression said it all. He was lucky to have a friend like her.
"Just go on ahead, alright? Fill up a tray for me. Seriously, don't wait up, I have a feeling this won't take long." Camille nodded, regretfully but didn't try to push the matter any further. Leaving her bag at her desk she walked towards the door and was about to leave, but not before looking back towards their teacher with something close to venom burning in her otherwise passive expression. To say it was shocking was an understatement and Tomas couldn't help but watch her make her way out the door, utterly confused as to why she could have a reason to hate their teacher so much. He was the one hurting after all, and it was her suggestion that he take up the older woman on her offer in the first place!
Putting Camille's behavior at the back of his mind, Tomas turned back towards his teacher only to find her already staring right at him. Hands folded in her lap, her expression was as light and calm as ever, only further stirring the coals of his anger. She had seen him in class, she knew what was coming, and she didn't even blink. Just smiling that damn smile and waiting for him to stand and approach her. He did just that.
"Hello Tom, what can I do for you today?"
He just stared at her. It was all he could do. Really, she was still just going to keep pretending? His face flashed with pain but he refused to let it show. Instead he stood up straight and confronted her with all the confidence she herself had managed to instill in his slight frame.
"You lied to me." Direct, focused, he knew he couldn't get distracted in front of her. Not if he wanted to keep from looking like that same stumbling kid she'd taken in. "You lied." The pain from before threatened his voice, but just like before he forced it back down.
Abigail blinked, and continued speaking with the same tone as before. "And what lie was that? If you don't mind my asking?"
"You were pregnant!" he all but yelled, collecting himself quickly but no longer able to keep all of his anger and pain bottled up. "You had all day to tell me," he growled. "Did you even think of letting me know before everyone else? How long did you even know before you told the entire Vault?" While he was growing more and more distressed, Abigail's expression remained perfectly serine. So sure in herself and her actions there was no trace of shame nor hint of guilt. Just, perhaps, a flickering of regret that things needed to unfold as they had. Her blue orbs watched him for a moment before she answered.
"A week," she replied evenly and bluntly, shocking the boy and refueling his anger all the more.
"A week…" he repeated. "And you just, what, wanted to laugh at me? Did you think it was funny; watching me make plans, pretending like they could ever actually happen, like you hadn't already gotten what you wanted all along?" He was horrified to hear a hint of tears in his tone.
"Tom!" she gasped, and for the first time at least pretended to care about him. "Of course not! Why would you ever think such a thing?" He would have laughed if he hadn't known it would have sounded so bitter. Instead he settled for an exasperated roll of his cool blue eyes.
"Then why didn't you tell me!? You made me find out in the cafeteria, surround by hundreds of strangers! I'm the dad, I should have been the first to find out. Not… not the Overseer. Not my own mother!" And that was an entirely different fight all together. "I… I felt like an idiot. Like you just used me! You're having my child and yet… you haven't even talked to me, not once since then! Did I even mean anything to you? Or was I just your meal ticket?" Having ducked his head from her view, now his eyes returned to meet her own. Pure emotion streaming through. Then Abigail was helpless but to return the expression. Pinching her lips, eventually her will power failed her and her hands reached out for the boy, no, the young man before her to wrap him in her embrace.
Tom resisted for a moment, wanting to do nothing but hate this woman who had tricked him. But the comfort of her warmth and scent were too powerful, too familiar. And he had missed it more than he could have ever realize. Unbidden he leaned into her arms, his own hands settling around the narrow curve of her waist to pull her against him.
The two stayed like this for some time. Silent, focused only on the other in their arms until finally the teacher's voice murmur in his ear. The two words Tomas had been waiting to hear for so long. "I'm sorry." And she was.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know you would be hurt this much." All her words did was make him hold her that much tighter against him. As though he could prove her wrong just by his need to have her near. It didn't, but she did smile at the affection. Gentle and motherly as she turned her hand against his hair in slow soothing strokes.
"Please understand, the Overseer would have been the first to know no matter what I wanted. As soon as she knew you'd accepted my… instruction she had me tested daily, and your mother was never far behind. And as for why I didn't tell you…" her hand stopped and she took a deep breath. Tomas leaned back from her chest to look up at her, staring with such intensity it was painful. In moments her expression dropped, becoming sad in a way that could only mean pity. "I didn't tell you… because you didn't want to hear it." A simple answer. Too simple it seemed if Tom's disappointment was any indication. Abigail continued smoothly before he had the chance to voice his objections.
"You didn't want this child, Tom, and you know that is true. At least, it wasn't your priority." Her eyes glanced away, her expression unreadable. "You were so… fixated on clinging to our time together, you refused to acknowledge that it needed to end for you to continue with your responsibilities. Even though I did my best to prepare you for that eventuality, I knew if I told you that we'd been successful… you would only focus on that we could no longer spend our evenings together rather than the future you had given to the Vault." Closing her eyes she allowed her hand to move from his shoulder to drop to her belly where a new life had already taken hold. She caressed the flat surface tenderly, already loving what she would bring into the world. "And that… that is not how it should have been."
Tomas was glad she wasn't looking at him if only for the opportunity to collect himself. He wasn't angry anymore, at least, not at her. Just sad. Sad that his life couldn't be easier, sad that he couldn't just be with his teacher, but most of all sad that he knew she was right. He thought about arguing with her, about denying everything that she was saying. But clearly in the time they'd spent together she had learned far more about him than he had of her.
He'd spent so much time angry thinking that he'd been abandoned, so focused on the fact that Abigail had lied to him… he hadn't even thought about their child. Sure, he knew she was pregnant but for the first time that reality was really hitting him. And much like his teacher he couldn't help but pull away from her soft warm curves to stare at the space where her hand rested.
It was hard to fathom that inside of there, under her hand was a person. An entirely new person, that he had helped create. It was part of him and part of Abigail. Proof of his feelings for an incredible woman. Reaching out, Abigail gladly moved her hand, a gentle smile touching at her lips as she felt his hand press against her belly. It was still too small to feel but the intention was there. And she could only hope that this would help him understand the weight of his responsibility, and what his mere presence in the Vault really represented. Because what he was looking at, what he had helped create… it was hope. The only hope in what would otherwise be the world's most glorified and high tech mausoleum.
It was a touching moment, the age difference aside. For a moment Tomas could actually pretend they were just a normal couple celebrating the life they had created. Caught up in the moment, the young man allowed the emotions to get the better of him and before he could think to stop himself his lips found those of his teachers. Forcing his weight to settle against the soft, sweet curve of her Cupid 's bow lip.
Abigail, caught off guard, blinked at the sudden and intimate gesture. Hands settling on his shoulders she considered for a moment just pushing him away. He needed to distance himself from her after all, it had been the entire purpose behind her sudden passivity towards him in the wake of her announcement. But, just this one time, she decided she would allow the emotional exchange. Closing her eyes, she returned the gesture, giving him this one final moment before pushing him away into the cold, harsh reality that he was going to be forced to endure.
For Tomas it was like coming home. For a boy who had been a virgin only a little a while ago three days might not seem like very long. But he'd made love to her every day for two weeks, and it was only now that he realized the pain of going without a woman's comfort. Hands on her hips he moved to pull her against him one last time while her hands settled naturally across his shoulder to caress and comfort him. Finally, it had to come to an end, but separating his lips from hers was the most painful experience Tomas had ever remembered in his young life. And when he opened his eyes, he found Abigail's crystal blue pair already open. Watching him, welcoming him, and then without warning all the emotions he had been feeling for the past three days flared up, the words escaped before he could ever think about their consequences. This turned out to be a mistake.
"I love you…" And just like the warmth he'd been admiring in her gaze fell away like a candle snuffed from existence. It was the opposite of what he'd been hoping to see, and he knew right way that he'd made the wrong move.
"Tom," she started, sighing his name against his lips. Hands still caressing against his back, she slowly drew her fingers across his jumpsuit until her palms were braced against his chest. She gently nudged him away, not off of her but so she could stare into his eyes. There in those deep cold orbs he could see, not anger, not disgust, but disappointment. As though he'd failed some test that she thought him more than capable of passing.
"You don't love me," she intoned calmly, like they were too irrefutable to be anything but fact. Tomas' humiliation was put aside as a frown marred his otherwise boyishly handsome features, as well as a small amount of indignation.
"How can you say that?" he refused, shaking his head even as his hands gripped at her hips possessively. Did she just not believe him? "O-Of course I do. I mean… I've never felt like this about anyone." Gazing into her face Tomas could feel his heart warm, oozing a sense of calm and excitement that was almost additive to his adolescent brain. A dazed smile spread across his face and Abigail had to suppress a smile at the obvious display.
"Tom," she tried again, a small amount of amusement leaking through unfiltered. "You don't love me. You love having sex with me." Staring back at him, it wasn't as though she hadn't been expecting something like this, she'd just feared it. After all, it only made sense he would make their relationship into more than it was. He was sixteen, and she was the first woman to touch his penis. That didn't come without some… confusing emotions. Of course that didn't make his puppy love expression any less adorable. Finally the smile she'd been fighting won out at which Tomas could only roll his eyes.
"But-" Abigail shook her head before he could argue.
"Sweetie, trust me. I understand, and it's perfectly natural that you feel this strongly after what we've been doing. Sex is intimate, and personal. To the point that afterwards, you can't help but feel you've given a part of yourself over to the other person. But those feelings, they will fade in time, especially once you start sleeping with other women. You might feel like this now but give it a month and I'll just be a distant, but hopefully fond, memory."
Tomas stared at her feeling a deep sense of conflict grinding in the hollow of his chest. Could she be right? Did he only feel this way because they were having sex? The very idea seemed… probable, if he were being honest. But… but, no! No, he knew what he felt. And how could it be anything but love? Not pure, obviously. But love all the same.
When he looked at his teacher it was like his whole day was better just by having her in it. And when he was forced to say goodbye at the end of the day, all he could do is wait for the next morning to arrive so he could come back and see her again.
It was ironic, considering the pain she had caused him over the past three days. If she'd asked him just a few hours ago he would have said that he hated her! But wasn't that just more proof of his feelings? Who could hurt him the worst other than the person who he cared about the most? No, she can call him a dumb, moon eyed teenager all she wanted. But what he felt was real. And he couldn't just say goodbye that easily.
"No." just like that. A flat out refusal that he would not accept what she was telling him. His expression matched his resolute denial, determination set against his pale features and light blond hair.
"Tomas…" she sighed, as though the conversation was actually draining her but this time it was Tomas who interrupted her, and before she could continue she found her shoulder's seized by his surprisingly strong grasp that all but forced her to look at him. Really look at him. And staring into his eyes Abigail couldn't help but falter, falling silent to listen to what had driven him to such a state.
"You say we can't be together, that… that I need to do my duty for the Vault or whatever. But why does one have to go without the other? I mean, obviously you're okay with it. You wouldn't be upset that I was sleeping with other women." A smile tugged at her lips at the very thought. "I just mean, can't we be together while I'm out there?" His teacher waited a moment before responding, her words slow and careful.
"I would just be a distraction. You know that there is only a very small window of time before a large portion of the Vault begins going through menopause. And even then, every day that you wait, no, every minute the women outside those doors have a decreasing percent of fertility. The numbers are, quite literally, stacking against you. And in good conscious, how could I ever take even a moment of your time knowing it could be better spent increasing the odds of our survival?' This time it was Tomas who fell silent, forced to accept his teacher's words as true. No matter how much he would have liked to argue the contrary. Finally, nodding his head he looked back up. Eyes flashing with purpose.
"Okay… okay. So we can't be together right now. But," he sighed, "but that doesn't mean things will be like this forever, right? I mean, it's just because things are still so… bad. But what about when things aren't? I'm not going to be expected to spend my entire life alone, am I? And when I do choose who I want to be with…" 'I want you', went unsaid. And yet between them the three words had never been louder. Abigail… honestly didn't know what to say.
Her first instinct was to crush his hope, if only for the future of the Vault. His fixation on her, while cute, was detrimental in the long run. And she knew it would only cause him more pain to have even a glimpse of something that would never be. And yet, she couldn't ignore the opportunity he was presenting either. He was admitting that he was going to do his work, for a future with her sure, but would that be so bad?
The best case scenario was that she sent him away with a promise of a future that he would quickly realize he no longer wanted. He would continue to impregnate woman at a constant rate and learn that his crush was only ever just that. Ideal, by anyone's measure.
And the worst case? He was still in love with her at the end of it all. And, while not something she was actively interested in pursuing, Mrs. Green could at least recognize that it wouldn't be a terrible life being claimed by, what the Vault considered, to be the last man on earth. He would have sons of course, the Vaults future depended on that, but by the time they reached an appropriate age, her own would make any concept of romance laughable at best. Tomas Swan really was her last hope at anything romantic or sexual.
She didn't care about the fame, nor did she care about the benefits. The fact that she was still teaching despite her free pass was proof enough of that.
Did she love him? No, of course not. But after her husband's death she doubted her heart would ever heal enough for such a profound emotion. But she did like him. What could have been a disturbing and unpleasant experience had become a wonderful memory. And even more than that, she enjoyed their time together.
It wouldn't be a relationship built on love, but it would be comfortable. And for a broken old woman lost and looking for a place in this new life, that was enough.
The long stretch of silence didn't go unnoticed, but Tomas tried to convince himself that it was at least better than an outright denial. Or worse, laughter. Whatever she was thinking, at minimum she was doing just that, thinking, and that meant some part of her wasn't completely against him or his hopes. Eyes cast downward, his teacher actually seemed to consider his proposition. A fact that sent his heart nearly tripling in speed in the thin cage of his chest. When she finally looked up, he could have sworn it was about to stop.
"You know… that sounds almost like a proposal." Rather than chastising, Tomas was amazed to hear her tone turn coy.
He didn't say anything, never able to confirm or deny the tease. Instead he stared her in the eyes, unblinking, and terribly aware of the sweat starting to build on his forehead. Another beat of silence passed as she waited for him to answer. But his quite seemed to be answer enough as she smiled softly.
"Well… okay then." His eyes threatened to pop from his skull. "It'll be quite a while before you can reach that point, you understand," she quickly amended. "To reach the point where you're no longer vital to the Vault's existence? You would first need to create a stable population. And that could take… quite a bit of time, even if you work your hardest, and I don't want to see you coming back within a week expecting anything." But all Tomas could hear was the distinct lack of 'no' in her words.
"And… and if I do that. If I can get a stable population you'll be with me? For real this time?" it was almost too good to believe. To actually have this beautiful, mature woman as his? For however long it took that he no longer mattered?
Hearing the unbridled hope in his tone, Abigail's measuring expression softened. "If you've been with that many women and still truly believe that you are in love with me… then yes, I will be yours until death do us part." Tomas' face flushed with joy, as well as determination. Seeing this Abigail couldn't help but let loose a coy grin.
"Don't get too excited. Remember, you are literally the last man on earth for all we know. It's not like I have a lot of options." His answer was to kiss her. A kiss full of all the love and adoration he felt toiling in his soul. Unfortunately, Mrs. Green had anticipated such a response and moved to intervene accordingly. Suddenly, Tomas found his lips pressed against the palm of her hand and he backed away slowly.
"And this also means no more lessons. I dare say you've more than graduated from what I can teach. Which means anything more would just a waste of both our time." She smirked seeing his disappointment, but this would be another good lesson for him. Right now he had put her up on some pedestal in his mind. He idolized her as more than she was, or could ever be. Hopefully whatever goggles he had on would clear once some of that blood returned to his head. As if that wasn't cruel enough she also moved from her desk to escape the boy's crushing proximity.
"Don't look at me like that," she quipped without a shred of mercy. He frowned at her like a boy who just had his favorite toy just taken from him. "Don't think I couldn't feel it pressing against my thigh. This belly is already stuffed to capacity, thank you." She placed a hand over her nonexistent baby bump. "Why don't you go take that and put it someplace where it might actually do some good, huh?" Tomas just stared after her, more than aware of his erection running long the inside of his thigh.
"Go on," she shooed him away like some beast, actually motioning with her hand. "Get some food and clear your head. Remember, you still have a trigonometry test that I expect to see you to pass." And that, finally, killed whatever lingering affection he might have harbored. Releasing it with a long frown. Abigail openly chuckled at his pain.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get anywhere today, Tomas regretfully made his way towards the door where a wave of women were no doubt expecting him. As well as his stoic personal soldier. Neither of whom he was exactly looking forward to seeing. That being said, he needed to keep in mind what he'd just agreed to, which meant actually going out and… picking one of them to have sex with. A prospect that his body certainly agreed with if the sudden pressure below his belt was any indication.
At the door he couldn't help but look back at the woman who he thought he loved. Face down she didn't even look at him gathering together the papers for the test she had prepared. And just then it strangely hit him. When he'd been holding her, when he could feel her body pressed against his of course it was easy to promise the world, just so long as he could make that pleasant emotion last as long as it could. But now that he has to look on from afar…
Who knows how long it would take before he could kiss her again? Before he could hold her? Before her could feel the smooth, wet embrace of her inner walls sliding around the unyielding and swollen mass of his erection? Someday, someday she would be his. But that day wasn't today. And that… made whatever ever victory he thought he'd just won suddenly hollow. And just like that he could feel his smile slip, and in its place an echoing frown would remain.
In any other situation he knew she wouldn't have even looked in his direction. But even still, he couldn't help but feel a taste of bitterness flavor his tongue towards the Vault. And then he opened the door.
Sure enough, the wall of women were still waiting for him. Most of them forgoing one of their only three meals just on the off chance that he might want have sex with them. Some he recognized from that morning, which was even more startling. Considering this was the time they were supposed to sleep and rest up for another long night of duties. And yet still they remained.
A few them seemed to notice he was actually looking at them and perked up accordingly. Soon his vision was filled with brilliant grins and sparking eyes, each one determined to stand out more than the others. For a moment it was all he could do to think back to the days before the Vault when he'd just been 'that' guy. Just some random teenager praying to lose his virginity before he was seventy. Things had certainly changed.
"Are you going to lunch?" a monotone voice questioned to his left. Glancing over he realized Robin had spoken to him, and that he needed to answer. A chill went up his spine glancing back at the overwhelming group of women. This was his duty to the Vault, and he couldn't keep running away. Not if he really wanted to be with his teacher again.
He lifted his hand to wave. And just like that the women nearly doubled their efforts! They called his name, offered their own, and some even crossed their arms under their breasts, pushing up the mounds of womanly flesh for his peruse-ment. Almost immediately his cheeks burned but it wasn't enough to detract from the view.
Actually opening himself up to the public was turning out to be much more… enjoyable than he'd first thought it would be.
The fear that had frozen him before was wonderfully absent, watered down into an uncomfortable anxiety in the pit of his belly rather than a frozen mass of spikes in his gut. Looking at the women and knowing what he was supposed to do, he realized that at least now he didn't have to worry about making a fool of himself which had been one of his biggest fears. Really, the only reason he hadn't tried to 'acquire' another woman had been his fear of dishonoring his relationship with his teacher. Which, he just realized, had been what Abigail had been trying to avoid since day one.
He needed to show her that he could be with other women and still care about her. He needed to embrace his roll and stop running from it. He needed to stop acting like a little kid. And he also really needed to do something about the constant erection threatening to drive him insane! Thankfully this crowd of women seemed ready and able to help him with each and every one of those problems.
Without thinking he moved to step closer towards the crowd before Robin could think to stop him. And in their fever the horde responded as though it had one mind, reaching out to grasp the front of his shirt and pull him into their number. Totally unexpected, Tomas didn't even have time to think before he was yanked into a tangle of breasts and limbs, each one trying to grasp a part of him to pull in their direction!
The roar of voices consumed him, and he couldn't even hear his own voice as he felt his lips part and his throat shout out in pain!
A/N: Okay, so I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I’ll have the next one out by sometime next month for sure. It’s already sixty percent done and I can promise a nice long sex scene for everyone who’s been waiting for one. Thanks for everyone who’s been patient. Considering the popularity of this archive I feel like Vault 69 is getting a great amount of attention and I want everyone to know I appreciate that.
In other news, yes, I have officially found a Beta for all my stories except Sense of Semblance. He’s even been kind enough to go back and correct all the past chapters for vault which have already been replaced. It’s mostly been grammatical changes with a few details included for quality’s sake, but one change was made in the first chapter you might want to check out. That being, Carla Robins who before was just a random woman with a militant background, has now been changed to one of the soldiers who was originally guarding the vault when Tom and his family arrive. Check it out if you want the full effect.
Additionally, for any of you who are fans of Sense of Semblance, please be assured that an update is also on its way.
That’s all for now.
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