rising from the ashes anew

His green eyes flicked up to see Arden was looking at him, biting her bottom lip, her brows furrowed.

“Mm?”

“…are you okay? You seem angry.”

He inhaled deeply through his nose, then set his rifle aside and threw the cloth he was using onto a nearby three-legged table. “Not angry.”

“Oh. Okay.” She forced herself to shut up despite wanting to ask more questions, to press. She hated that she did that now—she was far more used to just… accepting an answer given to her. They’d only been travelling for a few weeks together, and while Boone had warmed up a SMIDGE, some words rolled around in her head. Words he’d said after a particularly nasty run in with some Legion assassins:

“You talk too much. It’s annoying.”

Boone noticed her look away, and leaned forward, resting his forearm on his knee. “…are YOU okay?”

“Fine. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Stuff.”

He wasn’t used to getting short answers from her. “What stuff?”

“Stuff stuff.”

Boone narrowed his eyes at her, watching as she paused while trying to remember how to clean a particular part of her gun. Sighing, he pushed himself up and moved over to her, sitting beside her and going to help her.

His fingers brushed her bare shoulder, and both froze.

Arden’s breathing hitched as Boone moved his hand away slightly. She didn’t move a muscle, not uncomfortable but definitely feeling flushed. Tension hung between them like a fog, and she heard Boone mumble something under his breath.

Her gun was set down slowly, her hands shaking. This was wrong, yet her body wanted it badly. She pressed her thighs together to try deny it, but…

Boone’s hand fell on her shoulder, and he rumbled, “Hey. Look at me for a sec.”

She swallowed thickly, doing so. His face was close to hers, his eyes calm and studying her. Watching for a sign, perhaps.

“Craig,” she breathed, putting her hand on his chest. “Are you sure…?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Are you?”

Her voice was a breathless whisper, but he heard her consent clear as day. His lips met hers and she responded in turn, her hand on his chest gripping the fabric of his shirt. He wrapped his other arm around her back as their kiss deepened, Boone slipping his tongue between her lips.

She bucked a little against him, whimpering softly, and he groaned against her as his pants tightened. Her free hand moved and cupped his bulge. He jerked slightly, but before she could move away he pressed more into her touch.

Then he pulled himself away, panting, gulping in air. Arden gasped softly at the abrupt action, her cheeks flushed, but she too took deep breaths before moving closer again, rubbing his crotch slowly.

“Fuck,” he managed, his hips acting of their own accord as she pushed his chest gently with her other hand. His back pressed against the floor, and her hand on his bulge moved away as she straddled him, pressing her knees into his side. Her clothed pussy pressed against his erection.

She smiled down at him before kissing him again, slowly grinding against him. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other snaking up and brushing against one of her breasts. She moaned against his mouth, her breath warm, as his thumb brushed against her nipple.

“Ahh, Craig…!”

“You like that, huh?” He gently pinched her nipple as he pressed kisses down her throat and collar, then removed his hand and took her bud between his lips, his tongue flicking it. Her moan almost drove him wild, and he teased her for a few more moments before moving to her other breast.

Arden’s hands moved to his waist, unbuttoning his pants and snaking her hands inside, sliding underneath his underwear to stroke his cock. A low groan escaped him as he pressed into her touch, dick throbbing with desire.

She wrapped her hand around him and, with slow, even movements, moved up and down. Her fingers occasionally strayed to stroke his tip, trailing precum down to lubricate. It was like torture, but he found himself craving more. More of this, more of HER.

His own hand found the heat between her legs, and he rubbed his fingers right on the crotch of her pants. Even through the layers he could feel how soaked she was, and she whimpered as he took his hand away.

“Gonna take ‘em off.”

She nodded, her mind all over the place as she slid off him and got to her feet, fumbling with her own pants. He quickly stood and pulled his pants and underwear off, tossing them haphazardly into a corner before stripping Arden’s off as well and discarding them with his.

He allowed her no reprieve, pushing her up against the wall and burying his face in her neck. His teeth pressed into her supple skin as his hand found her cunt again, and he stroked her lips, feeling how hot and wet and ready she was for him.

“Cr-Craig, please~…” she breathlessly whimpered, bucking into his touch as his finger grazed her clit. “I-I need you…”

That was all he needed to hear. He slid one finger inside first. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned against her neck as she gripped his back and dug her nails in. Slowly, he began to slide in and out of her, her hips jerking into each movement. Juices were dripping freely from her, and seeing them trailing down her thighs made his cock throb.

He added another finger, watching as she writhed against him. Her pretty little face was flushed crimson, and her mouth hung open as she panted, but she managed to lock her mouth with his again. Her tongue slipped into his mouth this time and he welcomed it, both moaning softly as a tension in their lower abdomens swelled.

He pulled his fingers free, then stroked his dick a few times before lining it up with her pussy. “You sure?” He groaned one last time against her, and she managed a nod.

Her cry of pleasure almost made him cum right then and there.

As he entered her, heat bloomed around him. Her inner walls constricted around him, and he almost collapsed with how incredible she felt. She was holding onto him like her life depended on it, writhing and swaying her hips without intending to do so.

Carefully, he grabbed her thighs and hefted her legs up so she was no longer standing, slinging her legs on his hips. Her ankles locked together and she began to kiss his neck as he began to move, pulling himself out as much as possible before thrusting deeply into her.

She raked her fingers down his back, ripples of pleasure making the pressure in his abdomen intensify.

“Cr-Craig, I… I’m…” she tried to gasp out as she rode him, feeling like she was about to reach her limit. Each thrust into her was a new wave of ecstasy, and she moaned again right next to his ear.

He quickened his pace, the shack filling with the sound of flesh on flesh, whispering into her ear how hot she looked, that she was doing so well to take him… and with a cry she came, her pussy clenching around him so hard and suddenly he couldn’t help himself. The dam wall burst and he came inside her, pumping hot cum into her and pressing his body against hers.

Both gasped for air, Boone gripping the wall above her head with one hand and using the other to support her ass. She was trembling around him, and every so often she twitched or bucked her hips, making him throb again.

Finally, with a wet plop, he pulled out of her and lowered her to the ground.

Her purple hair, tangled and messy, fell over her face and she pressed her thighs together. He slid down the wall beside her, pressing his head back into the wall and trying to catch his breath.

“Holy… shit,” Arden croaked once she was right to do so. “M-My legs are shaking…”

“Good,” Boone managed, feeling her press into his side. “Damn, you… you were amazing…”

“So were you,” she breathed, her cunt throbbing and her heart pounding. “Where… where did THAT come from…?”

“Guess it was building it,” he mused, not entirely sure himself, but not in the mood to question it. He just wanted to sit with her a little while longer.

***

Come morning, both were ready to go, a newfound bond between them. Boone was watching Arden adjust her beret, smiling openly for the first time in… well, he didn’t know. He knew he didn’t really deserve someone like this in his life, not again…