One Final Night ↠ Hancock x Reader
➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » Suggestive ➼ Genre » Romantic, Slight Angst?, Pinning
Magnolia's voice rang sweetly over the light chatter of the bar, never overpowering it but not being drowned out either. She always had a way of matching her volume to her environment, and you adored her for it.
There was a time when you'd entered the Third Rail and could still hear the singer's voice clearly, even if you couldn't hear your own. Her pitch was something to marvel at, and you applauded the talent it takes.
Tonight was no different as you once again sat at the bar, drink in hand, as you watched the woman perform.
"It's quite the number, isn't it?" Hancock's voice intruded, shattering that once tranquil feeling you were feeling.
You sighed in response, turning to face your glass again, "She never has a bad one." You said, twirling your drink in a sorrowfully dramatic way.
"Why I like her so much." He grinned, tapping his rugged fingers against the countertop, "What is that? Rum? Let me buy you one." He offered, gesturing to the dark liquor you cradled in front of you.
"I'm not here for you, Hancock." You stated firmly.
"I get it, you're here for the merc, don't mean I can't buy you a drink."
You sighed. If there was one thing you hated about Goodneighbor, it was how weak you were for the town's mayor. One look was all it ever took for you to fall back into his arms. It was pathetic, really.
"Just don't get ahead of yourself." You muttered, and before you knew it, he had waved Charlie over and was sliding you yet another glass.
You did this every time you visited. Relapsed back into his embrace - back into his bed, just as you promised yourself you wouldn't.
There was a period when you had done everything in your power to avoid the place, but your life always seemed to lead you back to those neon lights hanging just outside the old beaten door. There was always something that forced you to come back.
It was unavoidable at this point. Even when you told yourself you were only going to stay long enough to hire MacCready for a job you had down at Parson's Asylum, you still ended up sitting down at the bar and ordering a drink. And it was all for the inevitable appearance of the mayor. Your one, unbeatable addiction.
You should've left. You couldn't keep sleeping around with the Mayor. You had a kid somewhere out in the Commonwealth. This wasn't the time to be making out with a corpse any time you happened to be in the area. But there had always been something about Hancock that made you break. No matter how much you hated the way he made you feel, or how you hated to lead him on, everything you built up within yourself shattered the moment your eyes met his own.
So, it didn't surprise you when you found yourself pressed up against the outside brick of the Old State House. Your legs wrapped tightly around Hancock's torso as he deepened the kiss.
"Mmm, Sunshine..." He groaned, "I'd do this with you every day if I could."
You snickered at his words before putting your finger to his lips, stopping him from trailing kisses all along your neck. "I bet you say that to everyone." You teased, slowly moving your finger down from its place in his mouth.
"Just you, sweetheart," He grinned, going to nip at the lobe of your ear. After a slight pause, he whispered, "...I love you." Then continued right back to what he was doing before.
You placed your hand down quickly onto his chest, stopping him briefly, "You can't say that." You muttered.
It was only loud enough for him to hear, and your heart broke a bit at the sight of his face dropping because of it, but whatever it was he felt was quickly pushed away as he regained himself once again.
"Sorry, honey..." He spoke, "Got… carried away."
You shot him an apologetic smile at the sound of the slight pang in his voice. You felt horrible, but your guilt was quickly diminished as his rough lips found their way back down to the spot under your jaw.
His motions were still filled with passion, but a different kind. It felt slower - more sincere. Like he was really trying to prove something to you. That this wasn't just another night for him. That you were more than just a one-night stand. That he truly did love you.
"Take it upstairs, Hancock!" One of the triggermen shouted after turning the corner and witnessing the lude display.
"Heh, I'm going, I'm going!" He called back, hooking his arm around the bottom of your legs and shouldering the doors open roughly.
The dusty atmosphere of the Old State House was.. something, you supposed. It definitely carried that historical weight the ghoul seemed to like so much. You, however, couldn't help but cough a little at the fast change in air quality. The place smelt like a college dorm party was held in Washington's basement. It was unique in its own right, but the cigarette smoke that drenched parts of the place definitely wasn't the healthiest to breathe in.
Despite your gripes, you giggled drunkenly the whole time you were being carried, clinging around his neck as he stumbled up the winding stairs. A small smile flashed across his own face at the sight of you so giddy in his arms and that previous pang of guilt returned to haunt you.
You held onto him tighter for support as he roughly kicked open the doors to his room. It didn't take him long before he was tossing you onto one of his velvet couches, bouncing a bit from the impact.
You grinned up at him excitedly as you watched him shoulder off his coat and undo a few of his buttons. You had to admit, you'd miss the sight of him like this. Even if this was the last time you ever planned on doing this, you couldn't help but adore the firm and gentle ways he touched you. And, as the rustic doors finally swung shut behind the both of you, you felt a certain sadness start to grow at this being your last night with him.