Chapter 53: Personal time

Chapter 53 - Personal time

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As the sun hung lazily over Goodsprings, Six and his crew took a well-deserved break from their relentless adventures. The settlement had grown into a thriving city, thanks to their efforts, and for now, everything seemed calm. For a while, they could relax and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

Raul, ever the handyman, spent his downtime in Viktor's workshop. The two of them tinkered away, surrounded by blueprints, tools, and half-finished machinery. Viktor, Six's father, was nothing short of a genius when it came to engineering, and Raul was always eager to lend a hand.

Together, they worked on one of Viktor's latest projects—a hybrid Power Armor, capable of being operated both manually and autonomously by Six a Pip-Boy. Between the hum of welding torches and the clatter of metal parts, they exchanged stories of the old world and laughed like two old friends.

Meanwhile, Cassidy had struck up a fast friendship with Six's mother, Betty. Both women, merchants at heart, spent their time at the newly built trading hub, sharing business tips and stories of their respective trade routes.

Betty, once a hardened trader in California, admired Cassidy's spunk and grit. Over drinks, they talked about expanding trade routes from Goodsprings to New Vegas, and even further east. The future of commerce in the Mojave looked brighter with the two of them at the helm.

In a nearby garage, ED-E, Six's trusty Eyebot, was undergoing a serious upgrade. After countless battles, reconnaissance missions, and aiding in Six's conquests, the floating bot was being retrofitted into a multipurpose tool. Viktor, Raul, and Ron had devised a modular system for ED-E that would allow him to carry more payload, integrate advanced hacking systems, and even act as a mobile workbench for Six's on-the-go tinkering. Soon, ED-E would be even more versatile—a flying Swiss Army knife for the wasteland.

Boone in his case, watched his children play in the newly made park, the sounds of their laughter filling the air as he sat next to his wife, Carla. He couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him—a feeling that had been foreign for so long. The chaos of the Mojave seemed so far away in these quiet moments with his family.

But as he looked out at his children, his mind wandered back to what Six had once told him. A life that could have been his, one marked by loss and regret. If he had stayed with Manny Vargas, if he had followed the path his ex-friend had set him on, everything would have been different.

Carla, the love of his life, would have been sold into slavery, and he would have been forced to make the most unbearable decision of his life—taking the lives of both his wife and their unborn child to save them from a fate worse than death.

Boone clenched his fists at the thought, anger bubbling up at the memory of those old choices and the manipulations of an old woman who thought she knew better. But that future didn't come to pass.

Six had given him a second chance—a new path. Instead of heartbreak and despair, Boone now had a family, a future filled with hope, and a community to protect. The weight of those possible choices still lingered in his heart, but he found solace in the fact that he had made a better life, one where his family was safe.

Carla squeezed his hand gently, sensing his thoughts. He looked at her, grateful for her presence, for the life they had built together. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead.

"I'm glad it turned out like this."

Boone said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

Carla smiled, her eyes filled with love.

"So am I."

As for Six, he was seated at his cluttered desk, surrounded by blueprints, parts, and digital screens. His mind was buzzing with new ideas and designs, crafting the next step in his grand plan for the Mojave.

He sketched out new armor designs, tinkered with upgrades for his crew, and scribbled plans for fortifying Goodsprings even further. His visions were ever-expanding, and each design brought him closer to turning the Mojave into the secure, advanced society he dreamed of.

But amidst all this work, Rebecca had other plans for how Six should be spending his time. Underneath his desk, her mischievous grin and playful eyes spoke volumes. She loved teasing him, and this was her way of both enjoying some fun and making sure he didn't get too wrapped up in his work.

Grabbing his cock, she made a show of rubbing the wet tip across her cheek, closing her eyes, and nuzzling it with quiet little nibbles. His precum left sticky trails over the skin near her mouth, and the hungry gremlin dipped her pink tongue out to lap it up.

"Mhmm. Delicious."

She quickly sucked his tip past her full lips, slurping him into her mouth and giving a tauntingly short suck before releasing him with a loud smack.

"I love your cock. Then again, you're the only man I've ever been with."

Six could only smirk, trying to focus on the designs before him, but Rebecca knew exactly how to make him lose focus.

Running her tongue down the length of his shaft, she hummed and purred against him, vibrating her lips on his tender skin.

Her knees shifted, bringing her lower end around the side to both give her an easier timeandlet him have access to her ass. He couldn't help it, reaching out to grab one soft cheek and squeeze.

"Mmm. Hmm. Ahhh!"

Rebecca released his cock again, kissing the tip.

"Mmm, hmm. I've really been missing your dick, it always feels better when we do it at home."

She flicked her tongue over his tip with short, hard strokes.

"I love it."

She kissed it, pushing some of her saliva out so it ran down the length of his shaft. Rebecca's voice, low and sultry, broke the silence of the room, her words sending a shiver down Six's spine. He looked down at her, the glint in her eyes unmistakable, her playful tone laced with desire.

"Mmm. I'd love to wake up to this in my mouth every day."

She purred, her lips grazing his skin.

"What do you think? Want to put another baby in me?"

Six's eyes darkened with a mix of surprise and desire, the weight of her words sinking in. The thought of expanding their family even more, the idea of her carrying another child, sent a surge of possessiveness through him. He smirked, brushing a lock of hair away from her face as she gazed up at him.

"You stopped taking contraception?"

His voice was low, almost a growl.

Rebecca smirked back.

"I want you to put another munchkin in me."

She whispered, her tone soft but dripping with intent.

For a moment, Six's breath caught, and the playful tension between them thickened.

"Ahhh. C—Can you stop—?"

He managed, but the teasing in her eyes never faltered.

"Stop?"

Rebecca cooed, her voice teasingly innocent.

"You mean you don't want another one?"

Six's eyes narrowed, his impatience rising. "No," he growled.

Her smirk widened, clearly enjoying his frustration.

"I mean can you stop teasing me and suck my cock already!"

Rebecca chuckled softly, her voice vibrating against him as she leaned down.

"Hmmhm. I thought you'd never ask..."

She purred, her lips brushing against his skin as she began to shift, positioning herself lower on his shaft, her fingers trailing lightly along. The teasing was over, and she was ready to give him exactly what he wanted.

In the dim light of the room, everything else seemed to fade into the background. The outside world, the wasteland, their plans—none of it mattered in that intimate moment. It was just the two of them, lost in their shared desire, each movement drawing them closer together.

This was the part of their relationship that made them invincible: their raw passion, the unbreakable connection they had forged through countless battles and challenges. And as Rebecca's hungry lips finally swallowed his cock, Six let himself surrender to the pleasure, knowing that, no matter what came next, they would face it together, as always.

Six pumped his hips, causing his cock to plunge so deep it touched the back of her throat. She made a pleased sound, letting him know she was more than happy for him to fuck her face.

He was only too happy to oblige. His hips pushed harder and harder, balls slapping against her cheek and spittle flying from her lips with every blow. Her eyes watered and she pulled her hair back, making sure he could see every inch of himself sliding past her sexy lips.

Between moments of distraction and whispered teasing, Six couldn't help but feel the warmth of their bond. Even in these quiet moments, Rebecca brought a spark of life into his world. As much as she liked to stir up trouble, he appreciated her fiery nature—it was part of why he loved her.

After some time Six groaned suddenly. His hips bucked, burying in Rebecca's throat as his cock erupted, squirting a fat load directly into her mouth. his hand slammed down on her hair, pinning her to him so hard her eyes began to water, and she choked, nose buried in his balls.

Thick streams of his creamy cum slopped their way down her throat, swallowed greedily, and with loud slurping sounds. His cock continued to jump inside her mouth, squirting out every bit of seed he had. Rebecca took it all, sucking and swallowing with watering eyes and her own climax running over his hand and down her legs.

With a strained whimper, he released her, falling back and covering his face with one arm. His breath came in harsh pants, she freed from his hold but only used that freedom to smooch and kiss all over his member, lapping up every bit of his cum.

Eventually, Six leaned back in his chair, tossing aside the latest blueprint and sighing contentedly.

"Alright, alright."

He muttered, glancing down at Rebecca with a smirk.

"You win... for now."

Rebecca grinned triumphantly, crawling out from beneath the desk and into his lap having cleaned his crotch thoroughly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Told you I'd get your attention."

Six chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Yeah, well, you're pretty hard to ignore."

Hours later, Six lay sprawled across the bed, his muscles relaxed and his breathing steady. The cool air brushed against his skin, contrasting with the warmth of Rebecca's naked body pressed against him.

He stared at the ceiling, arms crossed behind his head, a contented smile creeping across his face. The room carried the unmistakable scent of their passionate fucking—sweat, sex, and the lingering heat of their intimacy.

Rebecca, her smooth back rising and falling gently as she slept, draped herself over him like she always did after they were together—possessive and warm.

Her arm rested across his chest, while her leg curled over his, pinning him in place with her familiar weight. Her green hair fanned out across the pillow, and the faint glow of the setting sun painted her skin with a warm hue.

Clothes were scattered around the room—a testament to their earlier urgency—Rebecca's usual bikini and outfit tossed in one corner, and Six's gear left haphazardly across the floor. Cushions lay discarded, some on the floor and others piled at the edge of the bed, a chaotic mess they'd made in the heat of their passion.

Six let out a quiet chuckle, savoring the stillness that followed such moments. He could feel the soft rise and fall of Rebecca's chest against him, her breathing steady as she rested.

It was in these moments, away from the battles, the chaos, and the endless plans for the future, that he found a rare peace. No armor, no strategy—just the two of them, tangled together in the quiet aftermath of their closeness.

He glanced down at her, his fingers absently brushing a few strands of hair from her face as she nestled deeper into him. Her stubborn refusal to wear armor was almost comical now, especially after the fuss their daughter Tanya had made. But in these moments, she was perfectly vulnerable—his fierce, wild Rebecca—and he wouldn't have her any other way.

The rest of the crew might have been relaxing in their own ways, but in moments like this, it was clear to Six that no matter what plans he made or battles he fought, it was the people around him that made it all worth it.

Whether it was Raul fixing up machines, Cassidy plotting trade routes, or Rebecca constantly keeping him on his toes—this was his world, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

For now, the wasteland could wait. Six was content to enjoy this moment, wrapped in the warmth of his wife, his mind at ease.

Level: 16

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

BARTER: 95

ENERGY WEAPONS: 36

EXPLOSIVES: 36

GUNS: 100

LOCKPICK: 39

MEDICINE: 100

MELEE WEAPONS: 39

REPAIR: 100

SCIENCE: 100

SNEAK: 39

SPEECH: 39

SURVIVAL: 39

UNARMED: 39