Day 16 -- Reilly
The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 16 are just below the cut!
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Semi-Public Sex with Reilly x M!Lone
I always felt like Reilly and Lone could develop a pretty interesting relationship, especially if Lone has the medicine capabilities to be the one to heal her in Underworld, so... This is just me exploring those musings 😊
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Included: Semi-Public Sex, goodbye sex, trust issues, medical recovery, guilt, new relationship, aftercare-ish, therapy.
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The fluorescent lights still blared down upon his glistening form, as Lone’s chest rose and fell in his exertion; but Reilly stayed low, hips pressed flush with his and her head bowing to take him in, to commit the details of his body to memory. His bright eyes and the hair threatening to cover them, his chest, broad, but soft where her hands splayed over him, that blemish upon his cheek he’d been fretting over all week long.
She would miss this.
One day soon, Reilly would have to part with him. For the good of her men, of the rangers, of all the people they were responsible for helping… But she couldn’t think of goodbyes now, not when he was being so… distracting.
“Damn, Riles, I can feel you clenching me.” He choked out, his voice raw, tired from heavy breathing and holding back any semblance of sound as best he could.
The residents of Underworld had plenty more to worry about than the young, promiscuous new couple in the infirmary, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have ears.
Already the pair had had more than their fair share of close calls, especially with Doc Barrows almost always in the office.
They were being stupid, Reilly knew. She should’ve never allowed this. To get mixed up with somebody she met only a few weeks ago, and only because he was watching her sleep before she got out of the coma. Yeah... there’s better ways to choose a partner, but hell, if she couldn’t see that regret, even with a super-powered scope right about now.
Lone thrusted up into her from below, his searing girth filling her to bursting with each enthusiastic buck of his hips. She ground down against him, meeting his rhythm blow for blow. Like a well-executed firefight, she moved when he did, followed the signals he gave to her, never allowed her attention to waver. She poured it into him until she was sure he was sated, and even more miraculous, Lone did the same.
Her lover’s conquests had rarely ended so well in the past.
And Reilly was still waiting for the damn thing to blow up in her face.
Only paying me the time of day to fuck me and then scoot, taking advantage of my injured state, gathering information for an interested party whose views didn’t align with those of the Rangers.
Could be any of those, and yet…
Even with all her doubts, her mistrusting nature, Lone had managed to claw his way into her thoughts, her feelings.
And he keeps this shit up, he might just stay there.
Reilly’s back arched, her head tilting back, a deep sigh escaping her lips to dance about the cool, infirmary air as Lone’s hand slid down from where he grasped her hips, down to set his thumb over her clit and rub.
“Easy, don’t want Barrows to come running again, sweetheart.” He said cheekily, and rather than shooting him the annoyed look she had ready in her arsenal, Reilly swooped her body down to capture his lips in a kiss. She ceased her bouncing over him, opting to thrust forward, grinding his hand beneath their bodies and stimulating herself all at the same time.
Lone groaned into her, his free hand going to wrap around the back of her neck and anchor her closer to his feverish kneading. His lips captured hers in a series of all-encompassing kisses, each growing more desperate than the last as she felt his cock swell and pulse within her clenching walls.
“Fuck, Lone…” Reilly whispered, appeasing his request for quiet as best she could with his cockhead beginning to rub so deliciously against that sweet spot deep inside her.
He hummed in satisfaction, honing in on that point as his momentum increased, as both hands returned to her hips to keep her steady as he ground up into her.
“‘M close.” Lone grunted, his brows furrowed and nose curled in a snarl as he tried to keep his release at bay, while all the same, pile-driving towards it without abandon.
“Me too.”
“Shit, well… ladies first.” Lone breathed, and Reilly would’ve laughed, if she hadn’t been busy gasping at the way he continuously plunged into her. The friction felt like it was enough to set her ablaze, her aching body was at the edge, ready to tap out from the overwhelming excitement of their union, but with one last, ardent press of himself to that sensitive place deep inside, and Reilly tipped over the edge.
Her sore body floundered and trembled above him, her walls gripping wildly around his aching erection until he felt fit to burst inside her. With a sudden rough haste, Lone’s hands wrenched Reilly upwards and off his throbbing cock just in time for it to spray his seed across his own stomach. The sudden friction against her over-sensitive walls as he pulled away sent Reilly into another fit of blissfully aching convulsions. Lone’s own body shook like a laboring machine beneath her, spilling out the last of his cum messily onto his torso.
Only as he came down from his high, did Lone notice the symphony of moans and breaths escaping his tense throat, and an exclamation mark formed quickly in his mind.
“Shh, hey, Mr. ‘Keep-Quiet,’” Reilly said from above him, her own orgasm faded enough from her body that she could feel the embarrassment all over again at the thought of Barrows finding them– hearing them– again. “Do you want every damn ghoul in the museum to hear you?”
“Alright, fine... You want me to be honest?” Lone’s eyes captured hers as he leaned back against the mattress, his muscles turning to static as the relaxed bliss settled within him.
Reilly looked down between them, down at his chest as it heaved against her own, feeling the subtle lift and fall of her body as his moved beneath it, feeling their shared slickness, the heat pouring from him to her, and vice versa.
It was reckless, maybe. It was pointless, too, probably. Getting mixed up with some ex-vault dweller while she was in hospital.
She only allowed herself to realize it after the fact, after weeks of this exciting routine they’d formed. A routine she… she knew she really had no right to.
After all, her mates were still out there in the CW somewhere; stranded, wounded, dead, maybe… and here she was, grinding wantonly against a man she’d only known for a couple weeks, laying her lips over his in an attempt to steal his voice from the sound-carrying walls of the infirmary of this… what the hell was Underworld considered, anyway? A town? An exhibit?
Right now it didn’t matter.
Lone had saved her life, had been there when she woke, and every day since. He’d told her he would help her, that he’d try to find her team, but she couldn’t ask him to do that.
What if he was hurt? What if he was killed? Reilly wouldn’t know the fate of him or her team, and even more than that, how the hell could she live with herself if something like that happened? If he died... because of her?
She knew, as solemn a thought as it was, she knew she already had blood on her hands in the form of her stranded Rangers. Sending Lone out there wouldn’t change anything.
It was the right choice. It was right to keep him here, by her side. Reilly told herself that every day, every hour of every day. It was right to wait it out, to stay here with Lone…
Because her own selfish desires weren’t a good enough reason to keep him here when she knows her people are out there, in need of help.
“Honestly?” Lone thankfully interrupted her thoughts. “I don’t really care if they hear.” He whispered, like it was the biggest, most sought-after secret in the Wasteland.
Reilly managed a smile, but her thoughts were still distant, distracted. More so every day she worried about her men, her team, every day that she felt stronger, more able, she convinced herself she could be out there trying to find them, help them. Then they could all be the Rangers again. What the hell kind of leader is she if–
“Reilly, you okay?” Lone’s concerned voice pulled her from her spiraling thoughts, “Is– was something wrong?”
“No,” She said quickly, “It’s not you, Lone, it was great. You were great… Just stuck in my head a bit, that’s all. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for that, baby.” His little, reassuring smile sent a deep ache to her chest. “You want me to try and distract you again? Hm? I can probably rally…”
Reilly bit her lip at that, stuck between an amused smile and a repulsed frown.
She shouldn’t. Not again, not with him. Lone was… well, by any proper kind of standards, he really, truly was little more than a stranger to her. All their pet names, their wild romance, and still, what they were doing… it was no better than a series of one-night stands. Not to mention, with her condition, all this... activity was more than likely to be keeping her here longer than she had any right to. Especially with her men stranded–
God, she could go round and round in circles in her head for days.
And hell, she did.
Lone was the only relief from it, the only distraction that kept her catastrophizing at bay, that kept her from leaping out of this cot altogether and charging off into a fight she was bound to lose in the name of what? Loyalty? Courage?
Reilly didn’t need to do that. She’d proved both those qualities in herself half a dozen times for each of her teammates. She knew she had to stay here, knew she had to recover, knew that that was the only way to, at least partially, ensure her friends’ survival.
But then, why did she feel this way? This overwhelming guilt, uselessness, shame?
“You’re doing it again, sweetie.”
Lone’s hands stroked up Reilly’s bare back, drawing soothing circles over the clammy skin there, and leaving a crop of goosebumps in their wake.
“I’ll stop, okay? Stop with the jokes. Let’s just take a minute.”
I can’t. She wanted to croak out– no, she wanted to scream.
I can’t take a minute, or a second, or a moment of this. Of silence, of laying here and doing nothing but listening to the asshole in my head that blames me for getting hurt on the battlefield.
It was inevitable, she was sure. No way to predict the way the firefight played out. Not until it was too late, anyway.
God, here I go again. Enough with the thoughts, the questioning, the lingering on the past…
At least when they were fucking, as selfish and crass as it seemed, at least Reilly was doing something. She was working towards something, helping her partner feel good, giving him pleasure and praise, she was providing something for another.
It’s what she does.
It’s why she started the Rangers, how she found her teammates, how she convinced them to join her. By helping them, by being supportive and attentive. It’s why she exists here, now, in this fucked up reality, this hardened, savage world, because she can make it better dammit.
One small piece at a time.
“Breathe with me, Riles. Just… clear your head, okay?”
Reilly finally forced herself to exit the fog of her thoughts, focusing on Lone’s request with everything in her to keep that inner voice at bay, and with a sigh, she was able to manage what he requested.
Their bodies rose and fell against each other’s with each heavy breath, and Lone’s hands continued their soothing patterns over the skin of her back, until Reilly felt a peaceful fatigue drag at her eyelids.
“That’s good.” His voice whispered, a completely new quality to it than before. The throaty arousal had dissipated, and left behind a comforting, low drawl. “Let your eyes close, keep your thoughts blank. It’s just you and me here. Nothing else exists.”
His voice was all she allowed into or out of her head as she tried valiantly to obey his instructions, to keep her thoughts in the outskirts of her mind, to relax, for a change.
She’ll take a damn firefight over meditation any day, but this… Reilly had to admit, it felt… nice. Freeing.
“I can feel how your whole body is relaxing. You’ve gotten a little heavier now.” He chuckled out the last bit, the laughs sending ripples through her body as he jostled her.
“This feels much better, babe. Take another breath for me, and then hold it.”
She felt him take in air with her, both their chests puffing up with the volume of it.
“And now,” Lone said, his voice strained from the breath-holding, “Release.”
Embarrassingly, hers almost came out as a moan, the heavenly feeling of her taut muscles finally relaxing proving to be overwhelming in the moment.
“Beautiful.” He whispered from below, and Reilly allowed her eyes to blink open. Her gaze was still fuzzy with unfamiliar tranquility as she looked down at her unlikely partner with a soft grin.
“How the hell did you get so good at that?”
“Well, my dad was a doctor, and I was supposed to be the vault therapist, i-if I stuck around, so… Guess I just remember all the prep I did to get ready for my career.”
“A therapist, huh? That could really come in handy out here in the real world too, I think.”
“Yeah?”
She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic, or just genuinely curious, but... Well, wasn't what she said rather obvious? This fucked-up world? The people around them-- hell, her?
That may as well have been a session.
“Oh, yeah." Reilly decided to keep her voice neutral, not to hurt his feelings. After what Lone just did-- has been doing for her since she met him, it was the absolute least she could do. "Already could think of a dozen or so patients to line up."
He beamed at that, delightfully. It quickly became infectious, and she found herself mirroring his smile.
"You’ll tell me when you’re open, right?” She continued, her voice a hundred times lighter than the thoughts in her head had been, only moments ago.
“Well, I could open now… but, you know. Then I’d have to charge ya.”
Reilly rolled her eyes good-naturedly at that, and finally, felt calm enough to lay her head down and rest. Lone’s chest was warm beneath her cheek, and as she began to drift away, still, she felt his hands drawing sweet circles over her skin.