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"Shit shit shit" Deacon muttered as he made his way expertly through the Castle. It was late at night and he was not in the mood for Garvey to ask about another settlement. Preston had seen him and called out to him before he took off. Once that man had a 'quest' there was no stopping him.
Deacon ran across the open yard and towards the armory where Nora had made her room. He busted through her door and quickly closed it behind him.
Nora popped up from the bed, clutching her blanket against her body.
"Deacon! What the hell!" She scolded.
"Shhh!" He put his finger to his mouth.
"Deacon!" Preston's voice could be heard.
Looking around, Deacon found nowhere to hide so he jumped into her bed and under the blanket.
"Get out." she hissed.
She heard the door knob jiggle and that's when she quickly relented and straddled his legs with her body facing the door, so his shape could not be seen under the blanket.
Her door opened and Garvey poked his head in before walking in completely.
"General, have you seen Deacon?" The only light in the room was the glow of a lantern close to the door.
"No. Not since earlier." Nora lied casually.
"I swear I saw him run this way."
"Preston, what do you need?" She asked, trying to move this along.
"Another settlement needs our help." Deacon rolled his eyes and then noticed Nora's naked sex hovering just above his crotch.
"Which ONE?" Her voice hitched when she felt Deacon's hands on her naked hips. In the rush of the moment, neither men had seen her naked under the sheet.
"Are you sick, General?" Preston asked with concern.
"Yes, just had a hiccup." She lied again. Deacon's hands now grabbing her butt cheeks and squeezing. 'I'm gonna kill him' she thought.
"Yes... well, Jamaica Plains reported supermutant sightings close by." He continued.
"Okay." She said plainly. Deacon's hands left her body and she felt him moving around under her. Then suddenly she felt something hard and smooth against her lower back, and his hands were back on her hips.
"...so that's what I would suggest." Preston continued not realizing, she had not heard a word.
"Wait, what?" Nora said and instantly regretted it, and Deacon could tell. His hand moved towards the apex of her thighs and grazed the sensitive bundle that hid there. Her breath caught visibly.
"General...?"
"I'm sorry, I was asleep. So I am not all the way here." she feigned sleepiness.
"I'm sorry, I won't be much longer, I was saying that you should bring along someone to help you out over there and scout out the place."
Deacon slowly raised her hips and lined himself with her opening, before easing him onto his length. Nora let out a loud whine before she caught herself. Deacon's hold on her hip was bruising as he forced himself to be silent as his jaw dropped open from her tight heat.
"General, I think we need to get you to a medic." He started moving closer to her.
"Preston, I promise I'm fine, just a charlie horse. Also, I'm naked, you may want to turn around."
'Bingo! make him uncomfortable enough to leave.' Deacon thought and rewarded her with a small roll of his hips.
"Oh. I'm so sorry, General. I'll...uhh.. I'll be going." The blush could be heard in his voice. "Just let me know if you need anything." He quickly ran out of the room and closed her door.
"Deacon, what the hell are you doing?" She scolded and tried to turn around and look at him.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You were naked and on top of me. Just a synth....man, you know." He was still slowly pushing and pulling her body on his length, clearly not regretting anything.
"I can take it out?" He smirked and she could hear it in his voice.
"No, I mean, you're already in... and it feels really good." Nora whined when he gave one thrust upwards, further into her. "Not how I imagined our first time." She squealed when he held her body up enough to lazily thrust more.
"Did you just admit to imagining us boning?" He teased and she finally started moving on her own.
"God yes." She moaned when she dropped down on his length.
"Tell me." A hand snuck around to rub her clit.
"Almost every time I see you, or when you open that damn mouth." She starts slowly bouncing on his erection. Her hand dropping the sheet and holding his forearm that gripped her waist
"Keep going, I want specifics about the famed General of the Minutemen wanting me." He chuckled and stopped her from moving when she didn't immediately respond.
"Deacon! Ugh! First time was when we were stuck at The Red Rocket during that storm." He lessened the grip on her hips so she could start moving again. "You... You were sitting there reading... and I just wanted to tear the book out...of your hands..." She said through labored breathing.
"My big brain turned you on?" He continued to tease.
"Then when I caught you disguised as a drifter in Goodneighbor. I just wanted you to take me against the wall." They were now thrusting quickly against each other. He couldn't see when her eyes rolled back in her head
"Come on.., keep talking." He panted.
"I wanted to crawl under the table... at HQ when you're being serious... suck your dick.. when... Carrington is talking..." Her body seizes when she cums.
Deacon bites the inside of his cheek to keep from unloading into her too soon. Quickly he takes advantage and pushes her forward and off of him.
On hands and knees, she is recovering from her orgasm.
"Fuck, Charmer, that is so damn sexy." He's back inside of her in one swift thrust. Again he pauses, still to close for comfort. He had waited for this moment way too long to end it here now.
"I want you constantly and everywhere." Now she can't stop spilling her secrets. She is aware that he will never let her live this down and she can't bring herself to care.
"Even... when fighting a.... deathclaw in the... Glowing Sea?" He says through thrusts. She groans loudly, whether from annoyance or a particularly deep thrust, he doesn't know.
"Maybe we can try all of it? Except... the deathclaw... and Glowing... Sea... green doesn't... doesn't flatter my... complexion."
Nora reaches back and laces her fingers with one of his hands on her hip. Sweaty and exhausted, Deacon pulls her up and against him. He holds her around the waist, still not not letting go of her hand, his other hand lightly goes around her neck and he feels her walls tighten further.
"Nora, you feel so good." He grunts in her ear, now choking her with his forearm. "I'm close."
"Cum, D." she begs and he complies instantly. Her walls strangle every bit of pleasure from him. Jaw dropping as he cums inside, he tightens his hold on her further, hand around her waist dropping to her clit in an effort to squeeze one more orgasm out of her.
She whines when her body gives in one last time. They ride their climaxes together, grabbing and clawing for dear life.
Nora drops to her hands when her strength finally gives out. Deacon pulls out of her and falls onto his ass.
"Wow" was all he could say.
"Yeah" she said through heavy breathing.
"I was serious about trying everything but the deathclaw part."
"Awwe, that's the one I wanted to try the most." She feigned a pout.