Charon stared at the flames of the fire in awe. Nora watched him quietly. Frank was tucked up in his blankets and Shaun had gone to bed so it was just the two of them when Nora had pulled the battered piece of paper from her bra and handed it to him. He had opened it, sneered, and thrown it in the fire. Now he was just staring at the flames as if he couldn't believe it was gone.

"Feeling the urge to kill me yet?" She asked.

Charon chuckled, "No. Murderin' you ain't high on my to do list."

Nora looked over at him through a curtain of blonde hair, "What is high on that list?"

His eyes instantly took on a hungry glint, "I can think of one or two things."

Nora drew in a shaky breath, heart thrumming, "Yeah?" She cringed inwardly at the breathless tone her voice took on.

Charon's eyes slipped down from her own, tracing the curve of her breasts, down her toned stomach and to the swell of her hips. She watched his throat work as he swallowed.

"Yeah." The tone was all heat and rust. He rose from his chair in one fluid movement and Nora felt like she was being stalked by a hungry animal.

She flushed all over, unable to help her hitched breath. A lopsided smirk appeared on his face as he bent down boxing her in with powerful arms. She let out a tiny gasp as his lips neared her own.

"Nora."

Her name said in that growl sent a bolt of arousal through her. She squeezed her thighs together in anticipation.

Nora ran her hands up Charon's forearms, feeling the muscles twitch beneath her fingers. She tilted her head to capture his scarred mouth. The kiss grew more heated by the second until Nora heard the arms of the chair creak under the strain of the larger man's grip.

"Charon." She breathed against his mouth. He made a strangled sound deep in his throat and Nora felt empowered at the loss of his legendary control. "Bedroom?" She smirked, walking her fingers up his arm suggestively.

He chuckled, "That sounds - intriguing, Nora. It sounds like you're suggesting we -"

"Fuck?" She replied bluntly, "I was rather suggesting something along those lines, yeah."

He scooped her up from the chair carrying her bridal style into the house, "Under the circumstances, I'd call it making love." Then he scrunched up his face, the remaining skin tinged in red, "God that sounded like a line from a Mills and Boon novel."

Nora collapsed into a fit of near silent giggles, "I'll refrain from swooning then. Although," she paused, then using her best southern belle accent, "I do declare I'm in quite a state of shock that a big ol' brute like you could be so romantic." Her hand swooped dramatically to her forehead and she fluttered her eyes at him.

He snorted, "Shut it Nora." He placed her down in the bedroom, running his hands affectionately up her shoulders despite the jab she'd had at him.

"Why don't you make me big guy." She wasn't quite sure whether she should be horrified or proud her voice had come out a sultry purr.

His eyes darkened and her leather duster dropped, pooling around her feet. His fingers found the buttons on her shirt as he leaned in nibbling at her earlobe, "Oh, I will dollface. First I'm going to take you slowly, filling you with so much pleasure you'll forget your own name. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard all you'll remember is my name."

Nora gasped as his fingers tweaked her nipples. She silently added Charon's voice, rough with lust to her list of kinks. He towered over her bending to run his tongue over her collarbone. She fumbled blindly with the fastenings of his leathers, pulling him in for a kiss as she pushed the armour off his shoulders. Her fingers went for his belts next as his hand fisted in her hair. The belts clanked loudly as she pulled his faded t-shirt out of his pants, running her fingers up ribbed abs.

He gasped into her mouth, murmuring praise against her lips. Her fingers dipped into the muscle patches across his chest and he pulled away to rip the t-shirt over his head, launching it almost violently out the room. Nora grinned as the sight of his heaving chest appeared. She gently ran her hands up his bulging biceps, admiring his physique.

He nipped his way down her toned stomach, covering each nip with a laving kiss. Charon carefully untied her boots slipping them off each foot before starting on her belt. He looked up at her, eyes reflecting in the dim light. She smiled at him with hooded eyes, scratching her nails through his hair. She reached behind his head and pulled the tie out from the nape of his neck watching in fascination as it fanned out over his shoulders.

Nora ran her hands through the strands, watching the tufts curl around each other in waves. Charon gently tilted her hips to get her to sit down on the bed. She complied and he pulled her jeans off. He stood, running his hands over her soft skin.

"You're fuckin' gorgeous Nora."

She flushed under his gaze, reaching out from him there was no resistance as he came down to lean on his elbows above her. Charon kissed her breath away, one of his hands ran up her inner thigh ghosting over her core. She gasped pulling her mouth away.

"Tease." She said, eyes narrowing at the smirk on his face. His thumb rubbed over her clit. She moaned scrunching up her eyes. In any other situation she'd be embarrassed with how wet she was but this was Charon and the man was a Fucking Sex God. His fingers slipped inside and the burn reminded her how long it had been since she'd had this. All coherent thought rushed from her mind as he curled his fingers up.

"You're so tight Nora, so wet and ready." He groaned as her fingernails dug into the skin on his neck.

"I think – hnngh – I think we might have to – oh God – skip the worshipping until l-l-later." The words left her mouth in a stuttered rush. "I need you." She grabbed his face in her hands. "Right fucking now."

"Since you asked all purty like." Charon shifted, shoving his pants off in a rush.

He held himself over her heat and looked up at her in a silent question. She cocked an eyebrow and canted her hips up. A smirk was all she got as a warning before he was fully inside her. She arched at a near impossible angle stifling her shriek of pleasure with her fist.

Charon was ridged, muscles straining as he contained the desperate urge to fuck her hard enough to put the bed through the wall. Nora pushed her hips into his wrenching a blissful groan from his throat.

She smiled up at him cheekily, "You alright there Charon?"

He gave a thrust which sent her sliding up the bed, "So – so - fucking tight. Shit Nora!"

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It was filthy with too much tongue, teeth clacking together in the effort to literally crawl inside one another. Charon's hips began to thrust rhythmically into hers, she gasped taking the pleasure and holding onto it like it was her final act of life.

The sensations were enough to drive anyone mad – the feel of his skin on hers, his rhythmic gravelly pants in her ear, watching the sweat cling to his remaining skin, feeling him stretching her with those powerful thrusts – she held on, giving as good as she got. The warmth flooded through her and she let out a wanton moan as her orgasm hit her like a deathclaw on charge.

Charon's hips stuttered as Nora's tight, flaming heat clenched around him. His orgasm rushed up and broke he latched onto her shoulder with his teeth as he snarled through the incredible feeling. When Nora came back to herself Charon was half on her breathing like he'd run a marathon.

She grunted, giving his shoulder a gentle push. He managed to push himself up before flopping down next to her. Nora immediately shuffled under his arm, pulling the threadbare blankets up over them.

"Fuck." Charon huffed.

"Yeah." Nora replied stupidly, "I feel like my brain just imploded and leaked out of my ears."

He chuckled quietly, "I love you Nora."

She beamed up at him pressing a gentle kiss to his chest, "I love you too."

Nora stared at the bite on her shoulder in the mirror.

"I'm sorry about that."

She looked up to see Charon leaning against the doorway. She smirked taking in the sight of him shirtless, hair drifting into his eyes. He looked almost shy – a fact Nora found absolutely adorable, "It's ok. More than ok." She replied as he came towards her. "Last night was perfect."

He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame. "Still -" He said reaching past her for his shirt hanging on the sink. "I didn't mean to bite you." He pulled the shirt over his head and Nora pulled him to her reaching up to slide her hands around his neck.

"You can make it up to me later." She replied pecking him on the lips.

Charon chuckled, "Can I now?" It was said with a hint of sarcasm as he tasted her lips.

"Yeah." Nora smirked.

"What did you have in mind?"

A cheeky grin appeared on her face. "Well I -"

"Mom!" Both of them looked over to the door. Shaun leaned against the doorframe panting, the large grin that split his face had them both raising a brow in question. He began to laugh shaking his head at their identical expressions, "You two are perfect for each other."

"Something you needed Shaun?" They said simultaneously, before staring at each other in shock. They shared a chuckle and Nora gave Charon a kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, Charon - you guys are kinda stealing my thunder here."

Nora turned to her son leaning back into Charon's arms as they came around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world, "Sorry Shauny, you have our full attention."

Shaun opened his mouth and MacCready skidded up behind him, "Edi's back!"

Shaun stomped his foot like a three-year-old and scowled at the merc, "Goddamnit Uncle Robby!"

"Shaun! Language!"

Charon smiled, just another day with Nora's crazy family.