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Lonely Citadel Nights	By : queeroctopus Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 3468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As the Lone Wanderer walked away, Paladin Tristan found his gaze fixed, albeit involuntarily, on her shapely ass as it wiggled rather noticeably in her tight leather pants. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, turning away from the tempting sight, trying to fix his mind on anything but the explicit images forming in his mind. He resigned himself to the fact that, once again, she'd be featuring in his late night fantasies, whether he liked it or not.

“For fuck's sake, she's 19!” he cursed under his breath as he rolled over in his bed, struggling to sleep. He was aroused, and wanted to masturbate, but of course, every time he even began to start, the Vaultie crept into his head. He had, of course, indulged this fantasy before, but he was feeling more and more like a dirty old man every time, and he'd decided enough was enough, it was time for some fucking self control. This was easier said than done, however. He rolled over yet again, and decided that he might as well start his little moral purity kick later; he needed to sleep, and to do that, he needed to wank, even if that did mean picturing his hands gripping the curve of her hips, her naked body above his, as he slammed her down onto his cock.

Weeks went by, and Paladin Tristan had just about managed to squeeze her out of his mind. Perhaps it helped that she hadn't been by for a while. A part of him was a little worried that she hadn't visited in so long, but generally, he knew she could handle herself, and was probably off in the far reaches of the wastes somewhere, helping someone out with some pointless errand, because God knew, that girl had a serious do-gooder problem. Besides, even if she had run into trouble, she had that Goddamn Super Mutant companion of hers to protect her. Secretly, he didn't trust that thing one bit, but he'd never say it to her face. He'd seen her chew out an initiate who insulted it (Fawkes? Was that it's name?) and certainly never wanted to be in that position himself.

So, yes, he was keeping her our of his head quite well. Sure, he thought about her occasionally, and wondered where she was, and yeah, maybe he worried about her a little, and had probably asked Cross about what she was like in her down time a few too many times, and certainly, he did listen out for news on her on GNR, but all in all, he was keeping her out of his head. Even if he had wanked to the thought of her last night.

But, out of sight, out of mind. Until she walked in to the Den, her dog bounding up to him, and her Mutant crouching down to fit under the doorway. She ran up to him and kissed his cheek, grinning widely. “Tristan! How are you? Seems like I haven't seen you in forever!” she exclaimed, taking a seat opposite him.

“Not bad, just bored! It's been pretty fucking slow here lately to be honest!” He said, trying to keep his eyes from drifting down from her face. Fuck. He'd forgotten how fucking good that leather armour made her breasts look. “But where you been, anyway? I- we, were getting worried about you. GNR said you sorted out those crazy assholes in Canterbury Commons!”

“Ah, yes. Me and Fawkes had to solve their little 'super hero' problem. And as we're heading to Tenpenny to sell a few bits, we stumble across this town of incestuous cannibles. Then, when we get back to Megaton, we meet this woman who's after us going up to Arefu to find her brother, and that whole thing just got pretty weird, pretty fast. So yeah, it's been pretty darn hectic!”

Tristan looked at her disbelievingly, stroking Dogmeat, who was resting his furry head on the leg of his power armour. That girl really was trouble, wasn't she? How could anyone get themselves roped in to that many weird situations, even in the wastes?

“So, yes. We've been busy, I guess! And I'm bloody tired, too. We encountered so many bloody fiends and Super Mutants on the way here, didn't we Fawkes?” she said, turning her head towards her companion.

“She is correct. Perhaps it is because of the water caravans, but the fiends seem more active than ever, lately. I myself will be heading back to Megaton soon, so as to guard the town, as we have seen raiders moving closer. I trust you will be able to keep Jennifer safe here for now?” he said calmly, looking at Tristan.

“Of course we will! The citadel is the most secure building around, even your mutant buddies couldn't bust in here!” he said, glaring at the mutant. How dare he question the skill of the brotherhood? After all, it was only his supposed alliance with Jennifer that was stopping him from being practically vaporized right now.

“Alright guys, knock it off. Fawkes, why don't you start heading back now. Tristan, can you find me somewhere to bunk please?” She interjected, just as Fawkes looked ready to retaliate.

“Then I shall leave, Jennifer. Stay safe,” he said, gently laying one of his large hands upon her shoulder as he left the room. Tristan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He really hated pissing off Jennifer, but damn, did that mutant rub him up the wrong way. He was lost in his thoughts when he noticed Jennifer looking pointedly at him.

“Tristan? Is there a bunk available anywhere?”

“Oh, right. Well, no, actually, there isn't. A big mission in DC just ended and there's a hell of a lot of people back here now. I think there was some space in the initiates beds, outside, but I'm not making you sleep out there,” he said, a plan immediately forming in his mind against his will. “You could, uh, share with me if you like. I've got a double anyway, and you could dump your gear in my spare footlocker.” Damn. He didn't mean to say that. He slipped into an internal mantra of 'she's 19, she's 19, she's 19', only just hearing her reply.

“That sounds like a good idea. Lead the way!”

Tristan watched her ass wiggle as she bent over, putting her weapons in the empty footlocker, thanking god that his power armour was hiding his erection. He had kind of hoped that the dog would have stayed in the room with them, to keep him pure, but unfortunately, as he had decided he wanted to sleep in the courtyard, he was stuck here alone, watching her ass and cursing himself.

“Yo, Tristan, you won't mind if I take this off, will you?” She said, indicating her leather armour. “It's just that it's bloody uncomfortable to sleep in, and rarely do I have an opportunity to sleep without it!”

“Uh, yeah, sure, if you like. Should be fine, I guess,” He mumbled, busying himself with an almost-intact pre-war book. 'Smooth, Tristan, smooth', he cursed himself. He looked up from his book, to be confronted with the sight of the creamy white skin, of her back, visible where her vest had ridden up. He breathed in deeply, and turned away, concentrating on removing his power armour. When he was down to just his underwear, he turned around, to find her laying in his bed seductively facing towards him, and holding the sheets out of the way, so he could see every inch of her beautiful legs.

“Come to bed Tristan,” she said, almost shyly. He turned off the light, and slid under the covers, keeping to one side of the bed and facing away from her, afraid that if he felt his skin touch hers, he would be unable to control himself. He felt her push herself up against his back, resting her head in the crook of his neck, one arm under his head, one arm around his waist, holding him tightly, and running her fingers through his stomach hair. He clenched his eyes shut and shuddered.

“Jen, you need to stop that,” he ground out.

“Why? Are you not comfortable?” She whispered, her lips brushing against his neck as she spoke, her breath ghosting over him.

“It's not that this isn't nice, it's just that I don't think you quite understand what you're doing to me right now,”

“I'm not an innocent, naïve little child, Tristan. Even in the vault, people have sex. I've wanted to touch you like this for a while. I want to turn you on,” she said softly, sliding her hand down his stomach, brushing against the tip of his sizeable erection ever so slightly, making his hips involuntarily thrust forwards.

“Oh god,” he groaned. Fuck, how the hell was he supposed to control himself with her hands on his body like this, and with her saying things like that to him? He slid away from her arms, and rolled on top of her, pinning her arms above her head, resting his forehead against hers. She ground her body up in to his erection and her head rolled back.

“Jen, you don't know what you're doing here. You're playing with fire. Cause once I start I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop. Can you feel the effect you have on me?” He growled, pushing down against her. A breathy moan escaped her plump lips and he could've sworn he heard her say 'please'. He manoeuvred her hands so he was pinning both down with one hand, and he ran his free hand down her body, brushing against the side of her full breast, and down her hips, gripping her tightly. He released her arms, pulling her vest roughly up and over her head, then pushed her down into the bed, roughly grasping her bare breast in his hand, moaning at the feel of it in his hand, firm and smooth, her pert nipple brushing against his palm. She moaned, her face flush, and her eyes squeezed tight, her hands gripping his back and his head tightly. He squeezed her breast again, and began biting her neck, before grabbing her jaw, wrenching her face towards his, and finally kissing her.

He didn't stop as he climbed to one side of her, yanking her panties off, and positioning himself between her legs. He slipped a hand from her face down her body, cupping her wet pussy in his hand roughly as she bucked up into his him. He gripped his cock tightly at the base and stilled for a moment, to ensure he didn't come the moment he entered her, then positioned himself at her entrance, and, gripping her hip, thrust every inch of himself inside her. She gasped, tilting her hips up to meet him. He took a moment to revel in how fucking tight she was, how wet she was, before leaning back so he was upright, gripping her hips, and pulling her into him hard and fast, watching her breasts jiggle and the look of pure ecstasy on her face. He moved a hand from her hip and began playing with her clit, watching as she writhed beneath him. She gripped his forearms tightly, gasping and moaning in time with every thrust, and muttering her enjoyment under her breath. Her moans became more frantic, and he could clearly make out 'almost' being muttered. He continued thrusting fast, strumming her clit as hard as he could, grunting as he drove into her. Suddenly, her moans became more high pitched, her body arched up, and he felt her tighten rhythmically and vice-like around his cock. Fuck. She was coming. He'd made her come on his cock.

He slowed his movements as she came down from her high, deciding it was time to recreate that fantasy he'd been having of her. He lay his body over hers, wrapping his arms under her, then rolled over so she was sitting on his cock. She was flushed, her normally neat red hair ruffled. She looked into his eyes and smiled, as she began slowly grinding against him. He groaned, staring at her beautiful body, resting his hands on the curve of his hips. He thrust up slowly in time with her movements, enjoying the feel of her tightness massaging the length of his cock, and her juices running down his balls. He held her still for a second, then, catching her off guard, began thrusting wildly up into her, slamming her down over and over onto his cock as she started moaning and swearing under her breath. He watched her large breasts bounce with every thrust, and growled as he dug his fingers into her hips. He knew he was close but he wanted to make her come on him again.

“Touch yourself for me,” he instructed breathlessly, watching with a satisfied grin as her hand shot straight to her clit almost as though she'd been waiting for permission, and began bringing herself off roughly. He closed his eyes, wanting desperately to hold off until she was ready. He heard her moaning get louder, felt her pussy get wetter, then finally, felt her start pulsing around him, wringing his orgasm from him as he groaned, thrusting up into her, seeing stars as he came hard deep within her. He opened his eyes to see her bent over him, breathing deeply. He eased himself out of her, smirking as he felt their combined fluids rush out of her and over his still-hard cock. She flopped to the side of him and lay there, trying to catch her breath, as he reached to the side of his bed to grab a sip of Aqua Pura. Fuck. So much for self control, he supposed.

He lay down, hands clasped beneath his head, and took a deep breath, as she rolled over and tucked herself under his arm, resting her head on his chest. He brought an arm down to wrap around her, and began to drift off. He'd actually fucked her. He decided he'd sort out all the complications of that in the morning.
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