THE DEAL

Three hundred caps…three hundred fucking caps!

Who the hell did Colin Moriarty think he was?

It had taken Shelley this long to scrape together enough to be able to live in Megaton without giving him well over half of them.

Fuck that….she'd worked too hard.

When she'd first approached him in the saloon, he'd looked her up and down as if she was nothing more than new meat. Sure, at first he'd been all smiles and charming Irish brogue but Moriarty was all about the currency. Nothing mattered more to him than making a deal and taking the caps. Everything else was just so much shit in the wasteland.

She guessed it was because she looked kind of green standing there in her 101 jumpsuit with nothing more than a baseball bat and a pistol tucked into her belt. Actually she must have looked just like some dumb fucking kid to him, another vaultie wandering the wasteland waiting for some motherfucking raider to come along and end her life real quick.

What really pissed her off though, was that he was right.

The fact that she'd made it as far as Megaton was something of a miracle. The lands between Vault 101 and the ramshackle town were practically crawling with radroaches, feral dogs and all kinds of nasty critters that seemed intent on getting themselves a piece of fresh vault dweller even if it killed them.

She'd learned the hard way.

After hauling her ass into Megaton with more than her fair share of wounds and an alarming level of rads, she'd barely held it together long enough to ask the local sheriff if anyone had seen her father…thank God that at least Lucas Simms was a good man.

He'd been brutally honest with her from the start and though certainly not sympathetic, he'd at least been helpful. After dropping her off at the local clinic to get her wounds treated, he'd hung around long enough to tell her about the town and point her in the direction of Colin Moriarty but not without a warning. He said that the guy was not to be trusted and was as likely to see her dead as to help her. Only the number of caps he'd make out of either option would determine just how friendly he would be…

Great.

And she was supposed to ask this asshole for help…?

The saloon was noisy, busier than Shelley had expected. Half the town seemed to be in Moriarty's the night she walked in. She got more than a few strange looks from most of the patrons, but she couldn't help but notice that the stares of some of the guys lingered a lot longer on her tits and ass than was comfortable. Even the ghoul behind the bar had nervously licked his skinless lips before speaking to her, not that Gob was like that now…actually he was one of the good guys, rotten on the outside but kind on the inside.

The same could not be said for Colin Moriarty.

The man himself emerged from the back room like a hungry lion looking for prey. His skin was a deep shade of bronze and despite his age, was smooth as silk. His hair was bleached bone white and was as long, thick and lustrous as it must have been in his youth. He had a neatly trimmed moustache and beard that framed his dangerously smiling mouth and there was such an unnerving glint in his cool blue eyes that she felt as if he'd seen though to her soul in one swift, appraising glance.

Then he'd spoken. That soft Irish voice of his was like a seductive song and the way he held her attention almost made her fail to notice the look of wary apprehension on Gob's ruined face.

Almost.

Shelley had felt strangely vulnerable when she asked him about James…about her father, almost like she was giving away some deep secret that would cost her dearly. With a smile that wouldn't have looked out of place on the face of a lover, Moriarty had told her that certainly they'd known each other before her dad had entered the vault, and he seemed to have taken a perverse pleasure in seeing her reaction to this news.

Why had her father never mentioned that he'd lived outside 101? Why had he left the vault and come into this godforsaken wasteland? Why had he left her alone to deal with the bullshit consequences?

What the fuck was going on?

There was more of course, but Moriarty was unwilling to spill the beans without a price. One hundred caps, he'd said. One hundred caps and he would tell her what he knew.

At the time she simply didn't have it and as for the little job he wanted her to do instead, there was no way she was about to go chasing after some whore living outside of Springvale! Hell, if she'd gotten the better of Colin Moriarty then good luck to her!

No.

She would simply have to raise the cash some other way…and the sooner, the better.

Diffusing the bomb in the centre of Megaton had been a starting point. Lucas Simms had given her a decent amount of caps and more importantly, a property in the town by way of reward. It wasn't much, but it was somewhere to call home for a while. Then she'd spent a fair bit of time out in the wasteland doing research for Moira Brown, the local store owner. She was writing some book on how to survive out there and needed someone to be a researcher and guinea pig.

It was sometimes stupid and often pretty dangerous work, but it paid the bills.

Shelley found she had a natural talent for sneaking about undetected, and her aim with a rifle was as damn near perfect as it could be. Of course she'd encountered raiders and other wastelanders but any that threatened her soon ended up with a bullet in their brains and their bodies stripped for anything she could use or sell. Sure she'd been squeamish at first, but soon wiping brain matter off a perfectly salvageable helmet became second nature.

So this was life outside the vault…

It had taken a while, but soon she had more than enough caps to pay Colin fucking Moriarty!

He'd been leaning over the railing of the saloon overlooking Megaton when she approached him. His bare arms had flexed as he clasped his hands together and she couldn't help but admire the musculature of the man. He was wearing a black leather vest over a faded white t-shirt and some old combat pants that were tucked into his tough leather boots.

It was at that moment, Shelley realised just how attracted she was to him…

However, when she'd presented him with the caps he requested, he'd just laughed and turned to face her as he lit a cigarette. The price, he informed her, had gone up to three hundred caps…

Fuck that! Three hundred caps! No way!

It wasn't the cost, after all she could afford it now. No, it was something much more serious. It was the knowledge that if she backed down now, he knew he'd always be able to get the better of her and no fucking way was that gonna happen!

Then she noticed he was looking at her quite intently…

She was wearing the armoured vault suit she'd got from Moira for helping out with her book, but it was hot that day and she had it open to her belt. Underneath was a thin white vest, which did nothing to hide the plump fullness of her breasts and the dark peaks of her nipples.

Moriarty's eyes strayed unerringly to them…then he met her gaze.

For a second, she doubted what she saw but the way he'd snapped his head back to the vista of Megaton confirmed her suspicions.

He wanted her…badly.

That's when the idea came to mind. There was something she had, something some men would pay a fortune for, something she could only give away once, something a man like Moriarty might never have experienced with his whores…

Sighing heavily against his neck, she had leaned in close to the charming Irishman and whispered into his ear. She couldn't help but notice he smelled of tobacco, booze, leather and sweat and the thought of what she was proposing added her own feminine musk to the mix of masculine scents.

He accepted at once, his eagerness to answer confirming his own desires and then he disappeared into the saloon without so much as a backward glance.

As she made her way to the Craterside Supply, Shelley didn't know whether she was more terrified or exhilarated…

The dress was old but still retained most of its deep red colour. Shelley had found it in a suitcase in one of the abandoned houses in nearby Silverdale and thank fuck for impulsive decisions, otherwise she might have left it right where it was. She looked at herself in the broken mirror that she'd bought from Moira and smoothed it over her curves. It was a little too small, tightly hugged her ass and only barely contained her large breasts but for what she had in mind, it was perfect.

She'd left her hair down and combed it through so that it hung between her shoulder blades. It was as black as night just like her father's, and she'd cleaned it as best she could in the basin of water she'd saved, even using a little of the soap she'd traded for with one of the caravan owners. Afterwards, she'd scrubbed her skin to remove almost all of the wasteland grime and realised just how pale she was compared to the other residents of Megaton.

Years in a vault certainly didn't do anything for your colour…

Her eyes seemed like dark pools of murky water against the stark whiteness of her face and her lips were flushed dusky pink with anticipation. She just hoped that Moriarty didn't mind the fact she had no makeup. Nova seemed to have plenty, but then again she was a working whore in the saloon while she was just an ex-vaultie with a crazy idea…

A knock at the door stirred her from her reverie and set her heart hammering in her chest. She had to take a deep calming breath just to stop from shaking so much before she opened it.

"Evening, Shelley." Colin Moriarty walked past her and sat down in the chair near her desk. "So now, from the looks of you I take it you're expecting me?"

"Come in…make yourself at home…" She muttered, closing the door as he passed her and trying not to notice the curious look on the face of Billy Creel as he walked by outside.

"Well…" Moriarty began, placing a bottle on the floor next to him. "So here I am little girl, all alone and just waitin' to see if you're still willin' to hold up your end of the deal. I take it that get-up of yours means…yes?"

"I thought you might appreciate the effort." Shelley replied, moving to stand before him. "It's your present after all…thought you might like a little wrapping."

Moriarty grinned and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "Looks pretty sure enough. Now take it off."

His abruptness caught her off guard and she frowned at his callousness, but he simply scowled. "I didn't come here to watch you paradin' around in a fancy fuckin' dress, now take it off…slowly."

Once again he sat back in the chair and reached for the bottle before taking a long swig of whatever booze it contained and watching her like a dog with a mole rat.

Her breath caught in her throat…she knew what he wanted. She could feel his longing from across the room and strangely, as nervous as she was, she realised that she didn't want to disappoint him.

With a sigh, she settled her hands on her hips and began to slide them over the soft red fabric, upwards toward the swell of her breasts. Ever so slowly, she manipulated the small buttons all down the front of her dress then peeled the two halves open to reveal the black lacy underwear she'd purchased from Moira earlier that afternoon.

"Nice…" Moriarty grinned, beckoning her to come closer. "Now you know you didn't have to go to that trouble just for me?"

He slid his hand up her thigh as she approached.

"I mean, a man might get the idea you've done this before." His touch burned like wildfire as his hand rose even higher.

"A man might even get the idea that he was being fucked around by a little vault girl who has promised to deliver somethin' she doesn't even have!"

Shelley flinched as his fingers suddenly began to dig into her muscle.

"I still have it!" She snapped, yanking away from his grasping hand. "For fucks sake Moriarty, you'll find out soon enough! What, you think just because I'm young I don't know what men want? What they like?"

"Oh you do, do you?" He leaned back again and ran his fingers nonchalantly through his hair. "And what is it you think they want? What is it you think I want?"

"I think you want to be here." She whispered, sliding a hand down into the silken triangle of her panties with a confidence she didn't actually feel. "I think you want to be inside my underwear…inside me…"

She closed her eyes as she pushed her fingers through the dark, curling hair covering her sex and in between her nether lips. Knowing he was here watching her made her feel incredibly self-conscious, but it also made her feel strangely aroused and she took her time finding the rhythm of her body, coating her fingers in the silken fluids that pooled at her entrance before rubbing teasingly at her swollen clitoris.

"Maybe you've somethin' of an idea after all." Moriarty murmured as he leaned forward to get a better view of her stimulation. "You learn that yourself or did some little vault prick like to shove his fingers into your cunt whisperin' words o' his undyin' affection as he tossed off all over your titties?"

The hoarseness in his voice that told her he was completely caught up in her little display.

"You think you could do a better job, Moriarty?" Confidence made her feel bolder and she carefully slid a glossy finger from her heated core and pushed it between his parted lips. "Come on…you know you want this."

"Fuck me, little girl…" He gasped as he rolled his tongue around her creamy digit. "You do taste good, but I hope you don't mind if I just…watch for a while."

"Whatever turns you on…old man."

She smiled to herself as she stepped back from him and resumed stroking her sensitized nub. It made her feel strong to know he was enjoying her in this way, made her feel more certain of her actions. God knows her panties were already wet through, and she could feel her fingers slipping into her body as easily as they had during her many nights laid in her comfortable bed inside the vault imagining her first sexual encounter.

Dreaming about being taken by a man as sexually attractive as Colin Moriarty…

Sure, she'd felt the touch of a guy inside her before…hell, she'd even fumbled around with Freddy Gomez in the atrium before one of the security guards had caught them with their hands in each other's pants.

But this…this was different.

This was like the movies she'd seen in the holotapes. The holotapes that Butch had loaned Freddy, saying that they would loosen her up and turn her on. She'd watched them with him in his room, secretly aroused by the flickering images as a woman danced before her partner, seducing him and drawing him in just before he took her to orgasm in a slow, deep sexual encounter that left Shelley breathless with desire. Problem was, at the time she just couldn't face doing anything like that with Freddy Gomez.

But now she was here with Moriarty and for some unknown fucking reason, she desperately wanted to experience those things with him…

She closed her eyes again as a moan escaped her lips and she felt a familiar throbbing ache beginning to build between her legs. Her nipples were now as hard as bullets beneath the silken fabric of her bra, and she reached up to pluck and tease at one of them while she fingered her increasingly moistening sex.

This elicited a groan from Moriarty and there was the sound of leather creaking, followed by a belt being undone and the rippling purr of a zipper. When she opened her eyes, she saw that he'd pulled out his semi erect manhood and was stroking hardness into its dusky shaft.

"That's right little girl…" He panted, drawing his foreskin up and down his increasing length. "You just enjoy yourself while I get ready for you. Don't want to disappoint you now, do I?"

His organ was thicker than she'd anticipated and for the first time since this little encounter had begun, she felt a little afraid. It must have shown because next thing she knew he was stalking toward her with a strange look on his face.

"Don't worry so." He said, grasping her hand and placing it around his hardened shaft. "Moriarty will take care of everything. Now you just hold onto this while I take these clothes off…"

His cock felt hot and solid in her hand and she chewed her lip anxiously as she watched him shrug out of his leather vest and shirt. Next, he kicked off his boots and pants with practiced ease before he began thrusting insistently into her hand.

"Hey now, come on little girl…how's about you tug on that while I take my turn with that slick cunt of yours, eh?"

Shelley gasped as he suddenly seized her panties and yanked them from her body before thrusting two fingers into her core. They were calloused and rough and he was none to gentle, but the way he took her made her squirm with nervous delight.

With his free hand, he ripped the bra from her chest and seized hold of one of her ample breasts, before closing his lips over her erect nipple and alternately sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip.

Pulling rhythmically on his engorged manhood while he did this just seemed like the natural thing to do…

"That's it…" He moaned as she pumped him, returning the favour by sliding his fingers slowly in and out of her, teasing her clitoris with his thumb. "Oh yeah. That's it alright, nice and slow…"

Fucking hell, it felt unbelievably good! Jesus, she couldn't be there already…could she?

"Oh god…oh god, Moriarty…I…I feel…"

Spots began to dance in her vision and her legs shook as orgasm took over her senses. The pulsing muscles of her aching sex seized hold of Moriarty's fingers as her inner walls spasmed, and she felt her cream coating his knuckles as her climax reached its exhausting zenith.

It was all she could do to remain on her feet.

"Well now…" He purred as she slumped against his naked body. "That was sure easy enough. I'm guessin' now that means it's my turn?"

"What…?" Through her euphoric haze, Shelley was dimly aware of him turning her around and pushing her against the cool steel wall of her shack. "Moriarty wait, wait please…I've never done this…"

"So you say." He retorted, reaching around with one hand to squeeze her breast while he positioned the other between her legs and rudely shoved his fingers into her from behind. "Now's the time we find out if this deal o' yours holds up, eh little girl?"

Nerves shook her back to full awareness when she felt the bulbous head of his organ replace his fingers as he pushed against her entrance, and she gasped as he leaned his full body weight against her holding her in place.

Fear gripped her stomach like a vice and she whimpered softly. "Moriarty…please…"

"S'funny…" He breathed into her ear. "Normally I wouldn't pay for cunt but you know, I've never fucked a virgin before! Let's see if this really is worth three hundred caps…"

Pain lanced through her as he thrust powerfully and suddenly into her body, tearing through her hymen as if it were tissue paper. She cried out in shock as she felt herself become rigid, tears spilling down her cheeks as he mercilessly filled her, violating her most intimate area with his intrusive cock. She grimaced as her sex struggled to cope with the sensation, the sharpness of the pain fading to a stabbing ache as he pulsed inside her, and she breathed through it all, trying to take some modicum of pleasure from this new and uncomfortable act.

It hadn't been like this in the holotapes…

Determined to continue, she ground her teeth together and braced herself for the next unpleasant thrust.

But it never came.

"Holy fuckin' Mary mother of God…!" Moriarty had frozen in place, still buried deep inside her. "You weren't fuckin' lying were you? You really haven't done this before. You are…were still a virgin?"

"I…I told you." She rasped, emotion almost robbing her of her voice. "We…we made a deal…"

She was surprised when he gently began to withdraw from her, and then she heard him gasp. "Blood! Jesus Christ, little girl. I'm…oh fuck me…I'm sorry, I…bollocks…"

Finally, he slid completely out and then to her surprise, turned her around to face him and wrapped his arms about her trembling shoulders.

"Oh shit, little girl. I never meant to hurt you." He cradled her against his chest as he spoke and softly stroked her long black hair. "I thought you were just playin' me, to get what you wanted. Fuck, I didn't know you weren't lying. Truth is, I've been in this game way too fuckin' long to know the difference anymore."

He was shook up and she felt him shuddering as he struggled to regain his composure. Holding him close, she buried her head into his shoulder to hide her own torment.

"I…knew it could hurt." She whispered, fighting to stop the unwelcome tears that betrayed her pain. "I just thought if you knew it was the first time, you might…go easy on me I guess."

"Go easy she says…" Moriarty sighed. "Sure'n you're a beautiful girl with a body that makes me as hard as iron! Jesus, if I was more of an asshole I'd still be drillin' you right now, but fuck me if I don't find myself actually givin' a shit!"

She cautiously lifted her head and found herself staring into Moriarty's cool blue eyes. There seemed to be something different in the way he was looking at her now. Something tender…

"Don't be lookin' at me like that." He muttered, interrupting her thoughts as a dark scowl fell across his face. "Seriously, stop it now."

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked, noticing that his dark skin was flushed and sweaty and that his chest was covered with thick hair as white as the hairs on his head.

"C'mon, don't be playin' those games." He seemed suddenly uncomfortable under her gaze and stared at the wall above her head. "You know you're beautiful. Wouldn't have wanted t'fuck you otherwise."

"So beautiful like…like your whore, Nova?" She could feel his cock softening against her stomach as his agitation grew. "I mean, you fuck her too don't you…or do you mean something else?"

"For fuck's sake!" He awkwardly shoved her away and grabbed his pants from the floor. "Of course I fuck her, she owes me! But you…ah, damn it! What do you want me to say, lass? I love you…hardly likely since I don't even know you. I adore you…I'm not one for grand statements o' romance. I want you…'cos I'd have thought that was already blatantly fuckin' obvious!"

"Why don't you tell me you want to stay." The words were out before she'd even realised that's how she felt. "Why don't you tell me you want to stay here tonight, with me…in my bed."

He stopped pulling on his clothes and she could see that he was shivering despite the heat of the night. "Cos I know that in the mornin' you'll be off chasing after that daft bastard of a father o' yours and I know that I'll be in me saloon, waitin' to see you walking back through my doors with that look on your face…"

"What look?"

"The one you're wearing now." He slowly lifted his head and looked her straight in the eyes. "The one that's gonna bring me more trouble than any fuckin' wasteland raider ever could…"

In one swift movement, Moriarty had pulled her toward him and pressed his lips against hers.

He dropped his pants back to the ground and pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring her taste. God knows, he tasted of bad whiskey and cigarettes but right then it was the best fucking thing in the world.

Shelley devoured him hungrily, her hands tangling in the thickness of his hair as he grasped her breasts and squeezed them, catching her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned in genuine pleasure as she pressed against him and was rewarded with the certain knowledge that his member was growing harder with every passing second.

Then unexpectedly, the ache returned between her legs. The ache she thought he'd destroyed with that dumb-ass brutal thrust into her youthful body. The ache that told her she still wanted him inside her just like she'd seen in those holotapes…

With renewed energy, she kissed him even more passionately, almost violently, enjoying the feel of his lips as he explored her mouth and revelling in his hardness as he ground his shaft into her abdomen. Strong hands grabbed her ass and kneaded the soft flesh with a bruising intensity as he rubbed himself against her, leaving trails of pre-cum glistening wetly on her stomach.

She felt dizzy, crazy, like all that mattered in the world was the man before her and the way he was making her feel.

She wanted more…

"Please take me to bed…old man."

He said nothing but simply grinned and lifted her up, and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her up the rickety staircase at the back of the room. As he moved, she could feel the muscular build of his body, lean and toned by years of hard living in the wasteland and stripped of all fat, save for the slight belly he carried from drinking too damn much.

Rounding the top of the stairs, Wadsworth was unceremoniously shoved to one side as they barrelled into her small bedroom, the old robo-butler whirring and clicking as he hovered onto the landing with a disgruntled 'Excuse me!'

When her back hit the hard mattress, her breath would have been knocked from her body had not Moriarty already started to drink it from her in a deep and probing kiss that left her gasping for air.

"So…" He purred, standing up and looking hungrily at her naked form. "You sure'n you want to do this?"

She took him in as he towered over her and one thing was for certain, from the way his solid cock jutted out from the thick nest of wiry, white hair over his groin, he certainly did…

"I'm sure." She breathed, shyly spreading her legs wide to reveal the glistening, ready, wetness of her willing hole. "I want you to take me….I want you inside me, old man."

"Well now. Like I always say, I hate to disappoint a customer."

The bed creaked as he climbed on top of her and propped himself up on his hands, but then he paused.

"Just one thing though…" He grinned as a white eyebrow shot up in wry amusement. "Enough of this old man shit okay. Just call me Colin…"

"Colin, huh?" She felt nervous again as he moved his cock to her entrance and smiled weakly. "Then fuck me, Colin. I want you to fuck me…"

"I was hopin' you'd say that…"

Unbelievable pressure was the first thing she noticed as he slowly and gently began to ease inside her. When she stiffened beneath him, he stopped and gave her time to adjust before continuing to push himself deeper and deeper into her pleasantly aching core.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, lass…" He groaned, closing his eyes as he strained not to surge ahead. "You feel so fuckin' tight."

"Please take it easy, Colin…" She begged, willing her body to relax and reaching down between her legs to feel the slick heat at the point of their joining. "I just need a little more time to get used to you…just a little more…"

Her fingers reached for her clitoris as he continued to slide in, and she began to tentatively rub at the swollen nub. Feelings stronger than any she'd ever experienced began to pulse through her body as anxiety and apprehension gave way to stimulating joy and intense sexual pleasure.

"Oh god…" She panted as her inner walls started to loosen around his girth. "Oh Colin…fuck…"

"That's it, lass…" He growled, easing himself in the final few inches so that his heavy scrotum bumped against her buttocks. "That's it. Can you feel me, now. Tell me, I wanna hear you say it. Can you feel me, Shelley?"

"I feel you…" She groaned, twining her legs around his and locking him in place. "Oh God, Colin…I feel you and you feel so good…"

His stiff pubic hairs tickled her sensitive labia and his shaft throbbed just enough to make her smile with exquisite delight. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to open herself as wide as she could just to feel more of him inside her.

It just felt so amazing…he just felt so amazing!

"I've never done this with anyone before, Colin." She stared up into his eyes and felt herself drowning in those deceptively icy pools of desire. "I want to know what it's like, you know…for a man to come…"

"Just as well." He murmured, sliding his cock backward as he spoke. "I don't think I can help meself anyway…"

"You'll come inside me?" She moaned as he teased her with his tip. "Please tell me you'll come inside me. I want to feel it…I want to feel all of it. Please Colin, please…I'm begging you…"

"Then god help you lass, 'cos by the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna be beggin' for me to stop!"

His face took on a curious expression as he tried a gentle thrust inside her. She still cried out at the suddenness of it, but unlike last time she felt ready, she felt so right and she felt…so good. The way he slipped easily in and out of her, with his silky shaft coated in her arousal and his muscles tensing was so much better than she could ever have imagined.

The next thrust was not quite so gentle.

This time, there was a forceful need behind his stroke and he snarled as he repeated the action, penetrating her more deeply and throwing his body weight behind the motion, spearing her with his length and filling her in ways she never knew existed.

"Yes Colin…" She panted, feeling her own excitement increasing as his thrusts became harder and faster. "Yes…I want this! I want you!"

Enraptured, she began to call his name as he plunged into her over and over again, his animalistic grunts urging her to buck against him, encouraging him to stab into her with even greater force.

It was feral, it was dirty and it was magnificent. It was raw, passionate sex with a man twice her age…it was sex with Colin Moriarty.

Breaking rhythm, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and began to flick his thumb over her sensitive clitoris. She cried his name even more loudly as he fucked and thumbed her, each action sending electric currents of pleasure shooting through her whole body, pushing her emotions over the edge of feeling and into something much more intense and as crazy as the situation.

Her head began to feel light and her sex was starting to throb in time with his dizzying penetration when she realised that she was crossing the border of sensation into orgasm and he was the reason…

"Colin…!" She gasped, ecstasy almost robbing her of her voice. "Oh god, Colin…it's happening…!"

"Just…let…go…darlin'…" He growled through gritted teeth and then she felt it...

His cock was growing harder, if that was even fucking possible and it seemed that it was swelling within her. He filled her completely, almost painfully now and the way he was moving told her that he was close too...

Suddenly and with a desperate cry, Moriarty threw back his head and stabbed down hard as he climaxed, causing her slickened hole to overflow with his hot, salty seed. For him, each surge was a wave of jetting pleasure, each spurt lessening his girth and easing his passage into the writhing body of the girl beneath him…

Not that she was paying much attention.

Shelley was moaning in ecstasy as the walls of her sex began to pulse and contract wildly, practically milking Moriarty from the inside as her own climax reached its blinding crescendo. She bucked violently as a rush of orgasmic energy thundered through her body and she found an outlet in the calling of his name as her sex spasmed around his cock and sapped what was left of her strength and her will. Only gradually, did she realise she'd been clinging onto him so tightly that she'd left bloody rents across his back.

Slowly, the world seemed to slide back into focus as the energy dissipated and she finally relaxed upon the sodden mattress with Moriarty collapsing on top of her, his sweat soaked body shuddering as if the effort had exhausted him beyond the point of recovery.

For a while neither of them said anything, and she found a strange contentment in listening to the sound of his breathing as he buried his face into her hair and nuzzled her neck.

Eventually, he summoned enough energy to move and rolled awkwardly to one side. dragging her with him and holding her against his chest as he stared up at the corrugated roof of her bedroom.

"You realise…" He said after a while. "That the whole fuckin' town will probably have heard that."

"I'm sorry." She sighed, lazily running her finger around his nipple as she struggled to prop her head up on her hand. "It's never happened before and I didn't know I'd be so…noisy."

"Don't be sorry for that, lass. Those other bastards are probably just wishin' they were so lucky!" Moriarty met her gaze and laughed. "Besides…I guess it's one way of lettin' them know you're mine now."

"Is that so?" She frowned slightly and raised a quizzical brow. "And how do you figure?"

"Well, for starters no one will ever fuck you like I do." He answered, with more than a hint of arrogance. "Secondly…well, I want you, lass. Not just for the sex, though y'are fuckin' amazin'. I mean I want you."

He seemed to lose his confidence and wiped his hand over his face while he composed his thoughts.

"Damn it. Listen, when I say I want you…I mean, I don't want anyone else to have you." He reached out and smoothed the hair away from her face in a strangely intimate gesture. "It'll just be you and me, no one else. Do you understand?"

"And what about Nova?" Unexpected jealousy made her balk slightly at the idea of him going back to the saloon and being around the pretty whore twenty-four seven.

"Nova's working off her debt." He replied with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Me fuckin' her is like shittin' on my own doorstep. I don't get any richer from it that's for sure. No, as long as she makes her caps from the customers and pays me what she owes. I don't need to be interferin' with that."

"So what you're saying is…" She felt her heart beginning to pound in her chest and felt a rush of colour rising in her pale cheeks. "You're saying you want to be with me?"

"You asked me what I wanted to say earlier." Moriarty replied, reaching for a nearby bottle of water. "Well, I'm sayin' it now."

"And what about our deal?" The thought that he wanted more from her than a quick fuck now and then was something she hadn't planned on, and the very idea of it was as exhilarating as it was unsettling. "Look, I said I'd trade you my virginity for your information, I wasn't expecting to make any other kind of commitment. I mean, you saw my father…you know where he went. Are you even going to tell me what you know?"

Moriarty looked at her, his expression unreadable. "Sure I'll tell you, if that's all you want. The man said he was headed for Gal…"

"Shhh." She surprised herself by placing a finger on his lips and laying back down onto his chest. "Leave it for tonight. You can tell me in the morning."

"Oh?" There was a trace of amusement in his tone. "And what makes you think the deal will still stand in the mornin'?"

"Well, I leave that up to you." She drew her tattered blanket over them both and closed her eyes. "Besides even when I do find my father, you know I'm coming back to you."

"See that you do…little girl."

"You can count on it…old man."

The Deal was originally intended as a one-shot, but I was intrigued to see where Shelley and Moriarty could go from here and got some serious inspiration from the song 'Call me when you're sober' by Evanescence.

I'm thinking it won't be a smooth ride from here on…

Gixx.