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[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 9 - An Old Bible

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: More hidden secrets are about to be spilled, as our couple moves closer together.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Animal/people death, dead animal mutilation, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

*thank you for waiting patiently, we finally have this mostly written out including how this ends. besides editing and fluffing it out a bit. 😀

Mark, Cooper's brother, was driving them back to the farm. Mark was slenderly built, with spiky black hair, his clothes neatly fitted. He looked shockingly like his brother but moved in more cat-like ways. The man was more than gracious, having brought his wife's, Ashley, SUV for a gentler ride home. He chatters with Cooper about the cattle and seed prices. Lucy was still feeling dazed, her hearing kept ringing, the nurse had assured them both that it should return soon. Lucy was not as sure it would actually come back, it was pulsing almost like a siren. Even the extra pain meds had done little to nothing to help. She rubs at her temples, hoping that sleep and a hot shower will alleviate some of the pressure. 

Despite having been unconscious for the last two days Lucy still felt exhausted. Her body aches and protests at every bump and turn. She desperately wants to sleep, but the thought of closing her eyes in the car made her skin crawl. Memories were trying to crawl back, her Grandpa’s voice, Cooper screaming for her. She pushes those away, instead, she got an extra large coffee and drank it while trying to keep track of the two brother's conversation. 

Mark talked fast and animated, while Cooper listened and added bits and pieces. Cooper was a decade older than Mark, Mark had bought a quarter section with his wife five years ago. The man was passionate and more than eager to get input from his older brother. Cooper, as always, was reassuring and willing to explain what he could to Mark. By the sounds of things, the fields would be dry enough to plant this week. Mark had tried unsuccessfully to convince Cooper that he would be fine tackling seeding alone. The eldest brother had stated that within the week he'd be out there helping. Family always came first, whether that was being picked up at the hospital or seeding fields.

Lucy making sure to offer help as well, she didn’t want to step on toes, but it felt like the right thing to do. Even if the idea of sitting behind the wheel of a tractor with nothing but her thoughts wasn't appealing. She mentally noted that she needed to find some podcasts to listen to. Preferably something not of the paranormal variety. 

“Lucy, have you driven a seeder before?” Mark asks, brown eyes looking in the rearview mirror at her.

“Uh, I drove Tim's old International. But it's been a bit.” Lucy replies, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice. Cooper's hand reaching behind the seat to pat her knee. “Sure with a little practice, I could learn.” 

“Well if you're up for it we could sure use yah.” Mark continues, unswayed by Cooper’s sigh. “Usually-” The man was quiet for a moment, his eyes getting glassy, “Usually Dad -um- would be out with us. But -ah- I don't think he'll make it.” 

“I would be happy to help,” Lucy replies, hoping to move the conversation away from the sore spot.  “Pretty sure Harris and his kids are covered this year.” 

The rest of the ride home is dotted with talks about different machinery, equipment maintenance, and how expensive everything was. Lucy adding that Dane was excellent on any equipment, Cooper agreed and mentioning that it would be good to have them on board. She felt a little selfish trying to keep Dane nearby, but really if they could have their hands full with work they enjoyed why not offer it? Even if it would only be for this harvest season.

It was getting close to five when they pulled into the Howard home, Lucy spotting Harris’ vehicles sitting in the drive. Her stomach knotted tight, she had briefly texted the man about being free of the hospital's confines. He had only replied that he would see her when she got there. Harris had never been one for texting, but with spotty reception on the highway, phone calls were not ideal. She tries to ease her racing mind, family was a good thing, though she was positive that dinner would be filled with many questions. That Lucy didn’t have answers to, she wasn’t even really sure she wanted to remember what had happened. The thought had her ears ringing again, trying to relax her jaw so she didn't break a tooth.

Cooper helps Lucy out, he isn’t completely on his feet either but between the two of them they manage to hobble towards the house. Whatever had happened was enough for both of them to be sore. Lucy happily leaning into the warmth of Cooper’s body, she wonders briefly if she’d get to share a bed with him tonight. Even if it was just to curl up against him, they were both adults after all.

A ruckus of cries came from the door, nearly sending Lucy toppling to the ground. As Mathias and Janey came running out towards them. The two small children nearly knocking them off their feet as they wrap themselves around Cooper. Lucy held on to make sure that he didn’t topple down. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Matthias sobs his head buried in the man’s stomach. “I just wanted you home.” 

Cooper lets go of Lucy with a small smile before he drops himself onto the gravel. Mark comes up quickly to help keep Lucy on her feet, she gratefully leans on him. Her legs are threatening to give out with too much pressure. Mark may have been trim, but he was still strong enough to hold Lucy up with ease. 

The kids piled on top of their Dad with happy tears, Cooper hugging both of his children close to his chest. Janey couldn’t even find words, just wrapping herself around one side of Cooper and crying. Lucy beams at the small family, her heart aching knowing that she could have been the one to lose him. Because of her, their Dad had been gone for two days, because of her his life had been turned upside down. Lucy couldn’t help gritting her teeth, vowing to do her best to keep him out of danger. Not that she could ever stop him from doing something he wanted to do.  

Harris’ big voice echoes across the place as he comes over to give Lucy a near spine-breaking hug. Margie, not too far behind, tears in her eyes as she hugs her niece with her husband. Mark lets go to make his way towards the front entrance. 

“You sure gave us a scare,” Margie cries, her hands cupping Lucy’s face. “Didn’t know what was gonna happen.”

Lucy let her own tears flow, as she held onto her family. Unable to find the words to properly convey how much it meant that she had them, that they were all still here. The reality that she could have lost her life became all that much clearer as she held onto both of them. 

***

The dinner table was empty, Mark having gone home to his family not long ago. The kids have been tucked into bed for the night. Not without a lot of protests and promises that both Cooper and Lucy would still be there in the morning. Lucy had even stayed in the room long enough for Janey to fall asleep. She’d only known the kids for a short period of time, but the impact she had on both was clear. Now once again Lucy sat surrounded by the other adults of the family, some apple moonshine had been poured. A rare, but delicious treat. The alcohol's effects starting to relax Lucy enough to feel like she was not going to combust in her seat. She really didn’t want to answer questions, but there weren’t many options. 

“Lucy, Cooper, know you’ve both had a wild few days,” Harris starts, happily taking another shallow glass of liquor. “But, I was hopin' maybe you guys might be able to fill in some details, did either of ya rmember much?” 

Lucy shook her head, “I remember the dance, then drivin' home. I remember going inside and seeing the coyote and then hearing Tim.” She swallows, her throat going dry at the memory, “I heard his voice.”

She watches as everyone at the table’s face goes pale, Cooper’s hand covering hers. “T’was the same for me, but I didn’t hear Tim. I heard Barb. But it sounded wrong like it was comin’ outta radio. Then it got loud, so loud.”

A heavy silence falls around them as the others take in what they just heard. Harris looks at Marge, Richard, and Dorthy doing the same. As if they were silently deciding amongst themselves if they should believe them. Lucy looking at Cooper, squeezing his hand. He was doing his best to keep himself stone-faced, but Lucy could see the cracks.  She desperately wanted to comfort him, tell him she was sorry, but knowing here was not the time or place. 

“How did you know to come get us?” Lucy finally asks, not able to sit in the silence any longer. It was one of the few things she’d thought about asking since she woke up. 

Harris swallows as all eyes turn to them, shifting in his seat as he looks at everyone. Margie glaring at him, her lips pursed, arms crossing her chest as she waits for her husband to reply. If looks could wound, she’d have cut him to ribbons. 

“I didn’t know,” Harris states, Margie gets up and walks to the kitchen counter where her bag is. “I went to look for your Granddad’s bible,”

Lucy felt like she might throw up, Cooper’s whole body tensing. Harris continuing to keep secrets from her was a blow, even if it had saved them. She wishes Harris would be more honest about what he was doing. 

“Now before punches are thrown, downright needed ones,” Harris replies putting his hands up, as Margie sits down with a small book in front of her. “I was going to tell you after the dance. At Sunday dinner. But I got this itchin’ feelin’ I needed to go and look for it now.” Cooper’s hand squeezes Lucy’s as his hazel eyes are set on Harris’. “I am glad I did, and I know I should have phoned.”

“Yes, he should have. Stubborn asshole.” Margie grumbles, her fingers tapping on the top of the book. “I gave him hell for ya Lucy. Man can be stupider than a steer some days. He found this, a few days after you had gathered the journals.” 

Margie carefully passes the book, more of a ledge now that Lucy can see it clearly. It’s black, non-descript with worn pages poking out the side, and a silver script says 00-05 on the top right corner. Flipping it open the title page has her Grandfather’s name and phone number in the top left. Underneath it has: gains/losses for 2000-2005 

“Now, it might not seem like much, Lucy,” Harris said quietly, everyone shuffling closer to take a look at the now coveted item. Lucy pushes it forward so more can see it.  “But if you follow the dates, you’ll notice a few thin's. “

Lucy flipped open the page, counts of cows, calves, bulls, and steers listed. Then below the count of who went to slaughter, who stayed, which bulls were kept, and so on. As her eyes sweep lower, the pen color changes. It could almost be overlooked, going from black to a navy blue pen, but Lucy picks it up right away. Her Grandpa, like many of his generation, was a stickler for details. He won’t have switched pens without reason. 

July, sixteenth, two thousand, beside it was a note fox killed four chickens

“The blue,” Lucy said looking up at Harris, her finger resting beside that. Dorothy puts on her reading glasses to take a closer look. “We never lost chickens to foxes.”

Harris nods, Richard's eyebrows scrunching, “I’ve seen Tim’s coops, could barely get in'em as human. Highly doubt a fox got through quarter-inch hardware cloth.”

“Flip to the next month,” Harris states, leaning back against the chair a bit. Lucy not liking that he seemed to have the book memorized by now. Why hadn’t he given her the book to begin with? 

She worries at her lip but does what she asked, finger once again running down to the next off-colored line. Again black and then navy blue.  

August fifteenth two thousand, two rabbits, wild

She flips over to the next page, now easily finding the different color. 

September thirteen two thousands, coyote, attacked calf

Every month there are at least one, sometimes two, lines written in navy blue ink. The writing seemed slightly different, almost shaky. 

“So,” Lucy looks around, unsure exactly what Harris was leaning towards. “What is it?”

“It’s the full moon and solstices,” Dorthoy spoke, her voice wavering slightly. Folding her glasses under her shaky hands. “They are all close to twenty-eight days apart.”

Lucy is flipping open her phone and searching for a full moon calendar. She looks at the website, and then at the ledger. Each date is almost exact. Some off by a day or two, but on or around the full moon.

“I am still lost,” Cooper adds, Lucy, letting him take a look at the book as she watches her Uncle and Aunt closely.

“I think he was bringin the animals to the forest,” Harris says, Margie’s looking like she might be sick. “I can’t be certain, but why else would he have it in a different color on or around the full moon?”

Lucy snorts, maybe it’s the alcohol or the lack of sleep, but the words out of Harris’ mouth seem ridiculous. “Like as a sacrifice? To the forest? Is that really what we are thinking here?”

More silence, Dorothy taking a deep drink from her glass, Lucy trying to see if anyone else agrees. How was this even possible? Yes, weird stuff was happening, but that didn’t mean her Grandfather should have been in a ward. 

“This can’t be what we are thinking?” Lucy pushes, looking at all the people sitting at the table. Cooper doing the thing, his face lined with worry. 

“Lucy,” Richard speaks up, “You and my son aren't the only ones that have heard voices. I also helped search for your Dad and Uncle. I and many others heard, not just their voices, but the voices of other dead loved ones. Most shrugged it off as the wind or exhaustion. But I saw the look in your Grandfather’s eyes, it was like he knew what it was. He was distraught, spendin more hours out there than anyone. Shirley had to drag him out of there almost every night. He wasn’t right for a long time after that.”

“He’d just lost his sons. Anyone would be unwell.” Lucy throws her hands up. “Doesn’t mean he was killing animals f-for what?” 

“We don’t know,” Margie replies, voice quieting the room. “Why Harris went lookin for the bible. We want answers just as much as you do.”

“Your Grandad had an old bible, really old,” Harris adds, fiddling with his empty glass. “I am wonderin if there is more info in that. Maybe between the ledger, the journals, and the bible, we can figure out what is going on.”

Lucy finishes her drink, still in disbelief, how could any of this be possible? Her ears rung, the image of the dead and desiccated coyote on her bed standing out clear, her body aching. It was real, as real as any of this could be. Whether Lucy believed it or not, it was happening. Cooper’s hand grips hers as she tries to pull herself back into reality. Realizing her eyes have closed, swallowing as she forces herself to look around the table.

“Okay. We'll get it all together. Try to piece out it is, even if this does sound otherworldly.” Lucy sighs, rubbing at her tired eyes, she desperately needed sleep and some time to digest this all. 

“Can we maybe pick this up tomorrow?” Cooper asks, his eyes still fixed on Lucy, his hand holding hers. Lucy wanted to lean against him and let the world drift away. 

“I think that would be wise, it’s been a hard few days for everyone. “ Margie says, patting Harris’ hand. “Why don’t we'll come by tomorrow evening? Will gather our things and see what we can compile.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I know I could use the rest,” Richard gives a forced smile, as everyone begins to move around the room.

***

Lucy makes it upstairs, just barely, her whole body aches, the last month of terror catching up with her. She leans against the wall once upstairs, Cooper coming over to scoop her up. The way he easily carried her made her heart stutter, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Letting him carry her down to his room, she’d taken to sleeping in the spare room. Cooper wanted to keep things separate until they got to know each other better. 

Tonight was different, something had changed between the two of them. Lucy wasn’t sure what it was, but they were interconnected like they were meant to find the other. It had taken them both being attacked by, well there wasn’t a name for it, to understand that connection. So when Cooper plops her down onto his bed, Lucy doesn’t make a fuss. 

Cooper set about rolling down her socks, his hands are calloused but gentle. He was always so gentle with her, Lucy couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for him to not be so gentle. Though, that would have to wait for another night when she was more conscious.  Moonshine tended to have that effect on her.

“Do you want me t'sleep in the spare?” Cooper asks, having taken off his socks as well, sitting down beside her. Lucy wraps her arms around his waist, causing Cooper to chuckle. “Would ya mind if I divested some of my clothes, or would ya rather me stay clothed.”

“I don’t mind, it’s your bed, you should be comfortable. I am personally going to remove this constraining bra. As well as my pants,” Lucy chuckles, as she does her best to sit up. The world spinning, Cooper steadies her, his hands working under her shirt. She feels him pause and nods her head, as he carefully unclasps her bra. Lucy sighs as she flings the offending item out from under her shirt. Both giggling at the ridiculous act, as Cooper stands up.

“I am sorry Cooper,” Lucy says, still swaying a bit, the sadness in her stomach still hoovering at the surface. “About Barb. I didn’t know you’d heard her voice.”

Cooper freezes where he is stood, turning to look at her, “It wasn’t her, I wish it was. But I know it in my heart it wasn’t her.” He tapped his fingers over his heart.

Lucy tries to stand, wanting to comfort him, and fails, falling back onto the bed. Maybe it would be best if she just stayed clothed. Cooper comes over crouching between her legs, his hands resting gently on her thighs. 

“I feel like I’ve turned your world upside down.” Lucy sighs, eyes closing, her words feeling meaningless against the tide of pain. “I don’t wish to cause you more pain, Cooper.”

Cooper chuckles, “You do anything but that, Lucy.”  He rests his head against her thigh, Lucy’s fingers naturally running up into his hair.”  

“I seem to be, either too drunk or too tired to remove my pants.” Lucy sighs, covering her face at the ridiculousness of the situation she has found herself in. 

“Do you want’em off?” Cooper asks, Lucy, peeking through her fingers. Cooper kisses the top of her thigh, and the room is very warm all of a sudden. 

“If ya don’t mind helpin'me? No funny business.” Lucy teases, Cooper giving her a soft smile before his hand skillfully had her pants unbuttoned and unzipped. He moves back down so he can take the bottoms and carefully pull them off her legs. Lucy lifted her butt a bit so that they slid off. Slumping into the cool blankets now that she was free of most of her clothes. 

Lucy lays on her side, watching Cooper pull his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. The way his back is shadowed in the late evening light makes her body ache. His pants go next, and Lucy is really regretting drinking as much as she did. The man was like something made out of stone. 

She wiggles herself up and flips the blankets up, crawling in and patting the bed beside her. Cooper crawls in without a fuss, before pulling the blanket up and around them. He wraps his arm around her so that she is snuggled against him. 

“No funny business?” Cooper smirked, his eyes glancing sideways at her, leaning down and kissing her gently. 

Lucy giggles, wiggling herself so she is right next to him, her body pressing up against his. Kissing his collarbone gently as her leg hooked over his thigh. 

“You’re too good to me, Cooper Howard,” Lucy replies, settling herself comfortably as her fingertips trace unknown symbols over his chest. 

Cooper wrapped her up close to him, kissing her forehead, “I could say the same to you, Ms. MacLean.”

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The Woman Who Couldn’t Die Part 13

master list

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Par 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 , Part 11, Part 12,

Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Original Character

Synopsis: “Mind if I take your shirt off?” He asks as he straddles her hips. Jade nods he can feel her tremble as his fingers go under the well-worn material.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: This is based on Fallout expect typical horror as well as: scars, lovely dovey, fluffy, , soft!cooper, angst, slow burn, Smut, p in v, age-gap, oral F receiving, mention of scars, multiple Os, Fingering, monster?fuckery, idk look these two finally get to have fun k?

Notes: Thank you all for reading :) I won't do this without all of you <3

“Lay back,” Ghoul says quietly, Jade hesitates for a moment but does as he asks. Laying on her back looking up at the ceiling. “Let’s make some new memories,”

The Ghoul feels a familiar ache form in his stomach as he looks the girl up and down. He can hear her heart pound, his eyes running over the different marks on her skin. The need to memorize each scar, mark, divot, and texture of her skin consumed him. It feels wrong to be touching her, for him to be granted access to something so pretty. 

“Mind if I take your shirt off?” He asks as he straddles her hips. Jade nods he can feel her tremble as his fingers go under the well-worn material. Noting that he needs to get her something newer tomorrow, he takes it slow. He is watching how her expression changes, looking for any indication of discomfort. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Jade answers, sitting up so he can take it off of her, the material dropping on the floorboards.“Not like you haven’t seen it.”

Ghoul rolls his eyes at this comment, “Not like this, want this to be-.” The term special seemed like an understatement.

“A good memory?” Jade adds her fingers running across his arm, eyes not meeting his. 

He uses one of his hands cupping the back of her head. Cooper pulls her against him, tipping her head up so he can kiss her. It felt different this time, how her way body pressed back against his. She had scars, but her skin was still so much softer than his, it felt deviant to have Jade underneath him. It had been so long, long enough that this all had a thrum of being new. Something he had almost forgotten, and yet felt as if they’d done it before. Her kiss was soft like she wasn't sure if he was as eager as she was. He pushes back, teeth nipping at her lips as one of her hands runs down his back.  His skin can feel each new scar, the way the skin draws together, the ones he sewed up; and how she was permanently marked by their journey together. 

He pulls back, Jade’s green streaked eyes following him, Cooper grins pushing some stray hair back so he can lean down to nip at her neck. It gets him a surprise moan, her hands running over his smooth head, her heartbeat picking up pace as she grabs him. He licks at the mark, deepening it, the idea that someone would see it and know it was him was thrilling. Cooper keeps moving down, following along every mark and scar. Making sure to commit them to memory, every noise she made, sound, locked away for what he didn’t know. All he knew was he would savor this for as long as possible. 

Teeth and lips find skin, trailing down to her nipples, her hands digging in as he sucks at it, rubbing it along his teeth. Jade’s hips push up against his, his fingers spread across her stomach running against the edges of scars. He gives each equal attention as they perk up against his tongue. She whimpers, strings of unintelligible words urging him on as he moves from her nipples to lick down between her breasts. Trailing his tongue under her breast, fingers grabbing and massaging as he cups the flesh, palms rubbing against her nipples.

“Oh, oh damn,” Jade whimpers, her hands running from his back, up Cooper's neck, fingers digging into his scalp. “That feels so good.” 

Cooper grins at the encouragement he licks around her navel, her stomach sucking in as she squirms. His texture lips made her skin shiver as he laid a path of bruises. Now at the edge of her pants, he leans back, locking eyes with hers. Jade nods her head eagerly. Cooper doesn’t wait for a verbal answer, hooking his fingers into her pants and sliding them down. He hums at the sight before him, there are more marks here, some are in patterns, and others are more random. Her leg hair prickled under his skin, the texture pleasant as he starts at her ankles, kissing inside against the joint. Jade moves her legs back and forth, squirming at the attention. The sheets ruck up as she squirms, her hand clutching the pillow behind her head.

“You are a tease,” Jade huffs, fingers moving to clench at the sheets as she groans. Her eyes roll back as he moves over to the other ankle,

“Nothing stopping you from enjoying yourself,” He grins as he licks across her calf, watching her face go red as her hands run over her lower stomach. Cooper pauses watching as her fingers go lower into the dark curls that sit just above her center. A slick wet sound making his cock twitch against his pants. 

A growl leaves his throat, as her fingers dip between her folds the smell of her deep and sweet. Cooper Can feel his mouth get wet as he watches, entranced by the way Jade touches herself. Lip caught between her teeth as she tries not to make noise, he leans forward and bites into the flesh just below the inside of her knee. Her mouth opens as she lets out a gasp. Cooper keeps at it sucking more flesh into his mouth. The hunger grew in his stomach as a welt grew under his tongue.

“Oww,” Jade grimaces, despite the protest her fingers don’t stop. The Ghoul moves to the other side, biting his teeth into her skin, not enough to draw blood but close. “Fuck, Cooper.”

He lets go with a smack of his lips, a dark purple bruise spreading out from where he bit, “Seems like you're enjoying the pain.” The Ghoul adds emphasis by moving a little further up and nibbling along her thigh. The smell of her arousal fills the small space. Her fingers move more fervently as he adds more marks.

“Maybe, maybe.” Jade teases, her fingers moving further down in-between her lips. The Ghoul nips a little harder leaving a trail of little purple and pink bruises which gets him a louder groan from Jade.

Moving Cooper pushes her legs open further, a little gasp escaping Jade as he grabs her hand and pulls it away. Bring it up to his lips, he opens his mouth, eyes locked on hers as he takes her fingers into his mouth sucking on them. One at a time licking and sucking her fingers, his tongue swirling around each individually. A groan left his lips, she tasted like nothing he'd ever had. The sweet taste of musk and something just her, made him shiver. Cooper’s fingers find the soft curls, Jade whimpers her body shuttering as he twirls the curls in his fingers. 

“No maybes here. Not from what I am feeling,” Cooper hushes, kissing along the inside of her thigh, moving up to where her hip and leg join. “You taste so good. ”

Jade groans, trying to squirm, her hands pushing against the bed. The Ghoul grins, fingers along the edges. “Please touch me,” She wiggles more, her face pink, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. “Please Cooper, stop being a tease.” 

Cooper keeps teasing, kissing, and licking along her soft skin, paying extra attention to any mark he finds. Committing them to memory, hating himself that he had waited so long. Now that it was here he was going to drag it out. Jade’s fingers run along his head, latching on and trying to direct him. He moves up and puts her hands above her head, glaring down at her when she tries to struggle away. 

“Keep’em there, Tiny,” He growls peppering kisses along her forehead, down past her cheeks. Making sure to keep her legs spread open, dragging his worn pant-covered legs across her bare ones. Feeling her body finally relax, the girl loved putting up a fight. Knowing that she was at ease with him made it so much better.

Jade whimpers hips moving as she grabs at the pillow by her head, her eyes nearly black.“If you don’t get moving-”

Cooper nips hard right below her belly button, enough to leave a deep purple bruise. She whimpers, goosebumps spreading out across her skin before he goes down further. The hair tickling the inside of his nose he shakes it off, instead using his fingers to move the hair where he needed it. Sneezing was not on menu tonight. Jade’s legs clench as his hot breath blows on her pussy, he flicks his tongue out finding her swollen clit. Jade’s reaction is instant, her hips moving up, fingers moving from the pillow to his head. Which only spurs him onwards as he laves at her clit. 

“Fuck, Cooper,” Jade whimpers, he licks in small circles around it, having no nose made it easier to get to what he wanted. Being able to press right against her body, feel the heat radiating off of her.

Using his fingers he spreads her lips open, making more room for his tongue to suck and continue to lick Jade’s body bucking and jumping. One hand is tucked under her thigh, the other moving down to feel the wetness. He growls as he feels how slick she is, Jade, gasping as his finger goes into her. 

“That-” Jade shutters, “So good, fuck.” She keens whining as he starts to move it in and out. “Fingers are thick.”

The Ghoul chuckles, pulling back with a slick pop, “One finger.” As he crooks the finger just right to find that spot that made her eyes roll. 

Jade’s insides flex around him at the words, he can’t help the chuckle that leaves him again as he goes back. Making her clit swell under his ministrations, sucking it into his mouth and humming. Feeling Jade get wetter as he pushes a second finger in alongside the first, tongue going from her clit down to where his fingers are. Her hips twisting and moving down against him, he moves his fingers out to taste her. The smell alone was driving him up the wall, her back arching pushing against what was left of his nose. Covering his face in the wetness, wanting to drown himself right there. He moves his head back and forth, tongue and fingers working to open her up. 

“Don’t stop, please,” Jade groans, Cooper continues before switching up and going back to lick at her clit. Two fingers moving inside, he leans up kissing her stomach. Feeling her stomach flex, eyebrows furrowed as her orgasm builds. 

“Let go, Jade,” He hushes, before returning back to his work, wanting to feel her come apart under his hands. 

Her whole body arches, the muscled walls around his fingers clenching and unclenching around his fingers in waves. He looks up at her, Jade’s head tipped back and mouth open in a silent scream. 

“Breath, girl.” Cooper teases, croaking his fingers just right at the spongy spot that has her gasping. “There you go, fuck your pretty.” 

Jade’s chest moving up and down in gasping breaths, she tries to squirm back, “Too much, too much, oh dammit.” 

He slows his movements before gently pulling his fingers out, not hesitating to bring them to her lips. Jade parts her lips, the green-streaked eyes watching him as she sucks at his fingers. The Ghoul feels the heat burning low in his stomach pushing forward, his breath getting caught in his chest. He wanted to feel her lips somewhere else, but that would have to wait. 

Cooper leans up to kiss her, tongue pushing as hers pushes back. Jade’s hands are moving to his belt and jeans, pulling at the scorpion buckle, he grins at her eagerness the two fumbling over one another. Finally having enough Jade rolls so she’s on top of him, dragging his worn pants down and tossing them aside. The Ghoul groans as his cock plops heavily onto his lower stomach, Jade swallows looking down at it then back at Cooper. 

He shifts a little, the attention making him feel exposed and raw to the world. Jade moves, her fingers reaching towards it, watching it twitch and leak at the tip. She bites her lip as she wraps her fingers around his cock. It’s not a thing of beauty, he had been average before, but radiation enhanced some things. Now it was thicker, more textured, and overall bigger than what you’d typically find. How she looks at it makes Cooper's stomach clench, her eyes wide with desire.

“Well,” Jade licks his lips, her fingers squeezing at the base before giving it a few strokes. Her small hands squeezing and twisting just right. “How the hell you hide this thing?”

Cooper’s head tips back laughter rolling out of him like thunder, Jade joins in the laughter, “I got two belts for a reason, Tiny,”

Jade raises her eyebrows as she starts to stroke him, the Ghoul rolling his hips back, “There is nothing tiny about that.” She comments, doing her best to hide the grin at his eyeballs. She licks her palm, making sure to watch Cooper as she reaches lower to cup his balls, the feeling making him twitch more. 

“Thought you-,” He groans as she twists at the top of his cock, rubbing her thumb over the slit. “Didn’t remember much.”

Jade continues her movements, the speed picking up, as a mischievous smile spreads across her face. “Muscle memory or something.” 

Cooper reaches up for her, she moves towards him, keeping one hand on his cock as she captures his lips. His hands find her thighs digging his nails in, the soft flesh a stark difference from his. She lifts herself up, rubbing him against her slit, before pushing back just enough for him to start to sink in. Jade's lips in a tight line as he starts to stretch her open. 

He groans, pulling her against his chest as Cooper stills himself so she can guide herself down onto him. It was torturously slow, and so perfect, their fingers digging into the other's skin. Arms wrapping around Jade’s waist holding her tight against him, her heart pounding rapidly against Cooper’s chest. She is incredibly tight, her muscles slowly easing him inside. Can feel his own heart picking up, as she slowly fits him entirely inside, her chest heaving as she sits there for a moment. It’s too long and too short all at the same time, then she is moving. Her hands are on his shoulders so that she can start to lift and arch her hips, a moan rips out of both of them. 

“Fuck me,” Jade groans, her voice breathy and broken, as her hips start to swivel in circles. “Please,”

Cooper grips her hips, helping her up and thrusting as she comes back down. The two have given up on being quiet. Raw sounds vibrate around the room, as they pick up the pace. Cooper can feel Jade’s nails dig into his shoulders, as his fingers dig into the flesh of her hips.

Groaning Cooper flips her over, steps off the bed, grabs her ankles, and drags her to the corner in one fluid movement that has her eyes wide and chest heaving. He doesn’t wait, instead manipulating her legs around his waist, Cooper lines up with one hand and slowly slides back inside her. He feels her clench down around him, making his mouth drop open.

“Damn, you feel so good,” He groans as he starts to fuck into her, looking down to watch as he squeezes inside of her. Jade bucks up as he pushes down, the heat in the place making her chest glisten as her tits bounce. It’s hypnotic to watch them move together, not able to take his eyes off of her.  

They find a rhythm quickly, as if they’d done this a hundred times before. Jade drags him down kissing him deeply, holding him close her hands moving against his skin like his own hands had. Knowing she wanted to remember this made the delirium so much better. He could feel the pull coming deep from within, he pulled back resting his forehead against hers. Jade leaning up to kiss around where his nose would have been.

“M’close,” She mumbles, her eyes rolling back as she keeps up with the brutal pace. 

Cooper wiggles his fingers between their hot sticky bodies, finding her swollen clit. She jolts as he touches it, “So sensitive,” He murmurs into her ear, finger making soft circles around the edges of her clit. 

Jade’s body reacts, hips arching, “Oh fuck,” She whines her body trembling, as he keeps going adjusting his hips ever so slightly. The way her body arches up, ridged, mouth open as she lets out a guttural moan. Cooper is not far after her, sliding back he slips out of her Jade wrapping her legs around his hips. They kiss deeply as Cooper quickly strips the over-sensitized flesh, his teeth biting into her lip as he growls. Cum shooting thick ropes out onto her stomach

The two collapse onto the bed in a sweaty mess, Jade has a lopsided grin on her face as her hands run up and down his back. Cooper’s heart pounding against her own heart, their breath ragged gasps as they come down from the high. 

“Gonna need another shower,” Cooper mumbles against her shoulder, carefully rolling onto the bed beside her. The two staring up at the ceiling, the two working on catching their breath. The whole place smells sweetly like sex and sweat. 

Jade snuggles against him, leaning her head against his chest. “Only if you scrub my back, and we do this again.”

Cooper chuckles, turning to face her. “Careful what you wish for darlin’. Might end up with a hitch in your step.”

“So many promises,” Jade teases, kissing under his chin. “Remember I regenerate, have to keep up with me.”

Cooper gives her a look, “And who in this bed has been regenerating longer.”

Jade giggles, “Look at us, arguing like a couple or something.”

Cooper smiles, leaning down to kiss her, holding her tight against him. “Or something.”

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Part 14

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