“I know you’re there. Subtlety isn’t your strong suit,” Gris’s voice calls out to you, the smile on your face instantly lighting up from where you stand in the shadows of the dilapidated building. 

Your favorite supporter just so happens to be in the same ghost town that you have a mission in. Who would’ve thought. 

“Bold of you to assume I was going for subtle,” you call back, softer as you step out to see him alone in this part of the ruins. His friends must’ve headed further into the town proper, considering that’s where your own allies (if you can call them that) have gone. Your only job is to take on one of the cleaner’s gang, and that’s exactly what you’re doing. 

“What do you think about skipping our normal back and forth fighting and going straight to fun?” You ask, the picture of innocence, if innocence held a knife in each hand. 

“I think I don’t have time for you.” He’s gruff, even when you can see he’s still affected by the last time you two met. Had you told him in the bar you met before you hooked up that you were with the raiders, you wouldn’t have had a chance at wrapping him around your little finger. It’s too bad he keeps tugging at his own string and cutting off the blood flow to said little finger, but c’est la vie or whatever. You can tell he doesn’t really want to want you, but his body remembers every touch and kiss and suck you managed to lay on him that night like a permanent brand.

“Rude. Both to me and your little Gris junior.” You point to his pants with your knife. “Is it a proximity thing now? If I get closer will he get harder for me?” you coo, boots crunching on rubble as you step up to him, chest to chest. He’s so much taller and bigger than you. That difference in size extends to Gris junior too, you think to yourself.

His grip snaps to your wrist the moment you poke his chest with the tip of your blade. “I’m serious. I don’t want to hurt you, but I won’t make an exception just because we slept together,” his voice comes out firm, though there’s a storm brewing in those sweet blue eyes. 

“You’re already making one,” you whisper, the feeling in your wrist going a bit numb from that grip. You once told him he didn’t have to hold back, and he’s definitely not now. “…let’s make a bet. If you can make me cum in under 5 minutes, I’ll leave. Abandon my mission and everything. If you can’t manage it, I get to take my time with you.” 

“You’re insane-“ 

“What? You can’t do it? Pretty sure you got a high score last time. You really had me walkin’ funny for days after that,” you butt in before he can completely deny you what you’ve been craving. 

The perfume you wear is wafting into him now, sickly sweet and not your usually scent. He knows it’s messing with his head and definitely his body considering the stiffness in his cock, so he has no choice other than to take you up on the challenge, gritting his teeth as he drags you by the wrist into a building that’s semi covered.