ECA - 2 Day Out

After his first few very eventful days back home, Will stirred before his new companion. Not wanting to push the boundaries too far, he didn't reciprocate the fun they had the day before.

"Best let her initiate for now."

Will thought. He remembered some last-minute work he needed to finish that he was forced to put aside, thanks to the Ms. Nanny bot badgering him.

"Sir, you need to stop and rest. You have gone nonstop your work for 10 hours straight! For goodness sake, you've got crumbs and oil all over you! Stop working right now and go take a bath!"

The robot's French-accented voice still rang through his head. He stopped by the kitchen to grab some fresh boiled Brahmin links Bensworth made for him and Laura. Knowing full well that if he did not eat something, the Mr. Handy bot would barricade his office again.

"Man, I really need to fix their personality chips."

The Mechanic thought to himself. He headed to the robotics bay to begin his daily task.

Will donned his hardened goggles to allow him to work with the various tools without risking his eyesight. The project he was currently working on included some final touches to what was once a fully armored frame Protection. Which previously was a bucket of rust, and its faded yellow paint gave away its original blueprints of being a construction bot. Will could only imagine what kind of tasks the per-war people had this robot programmed to do. He had been working long and hard to get this project running. As ahead of schedule Will was, he felt he'd be much further along if his devoted robo family would let him pull all-nighters. Alas, Bosworth would have none of it.

"Off to bed, Sir. Must I turn your tools off again?"

One time, Franny was so annoyed with her master that she had an assaultron forcibly remove him from his workbench and toss him into the freezing bath. She and Bensworth blocked his office for a week to get the Mechanic to rest.

After finishing the new paint job, the robot mechanic headed upstairs to check on the household. Will could hear that Laura was finally awake and was talking to Ms. Franny. He looked at a clock on the wall as he climbed the staircase. Will's mouth gaped open when he realized he had been in the bay for over two hours, closer to three. The Mechanic grabbed a water bottle before entering the room where Ms. Nanny and Laura were having their 'Girl-talk.' Before entering, Will knocked and exclaimed,

"Coming in."

He wanted to warn them so they could stop talking if they were spilling secrets to one another, sipping on his water after.

The two turned their attention to Will, Laura giving a small wave. "Morning Will." Will faced Laura.

"Oh look, it lives!" he said jokingly.

Laura rolled her eyes before continuing,

"We were just talking."

Laura motioned to her vault suit. "Franny asked if this was really all I had, clothing-wise."

Franny then interrupted. "This will not do! Sir, I suggest we get her some new clothes."

Before receiving an answer from the Mechanic.

"Oh! I have the most wonderful idea. A girl's day! Just make a day of it. Shopping and eating a bit. And how do you say, eh, the whole nine yards? Could we, Sir?"

Laura gave the Mechanic a small, shocked smile.

"I couldn't. You've done so much for me that I couldn't impose on you all like that! I would not be able to live with myself if you were to go broke on my behalf." She explained stoically.

He looked over the two innocent-looking women and let out a sigh.

"Franny. You know what happened last time we let you loose on the market. You bought socks. For Bensworth! Don't you dare think I forgot about the time before when you bought a pet rock covered in plastic because you thought it was a rare type of stone."

Franny gave a very guilty but unapologetic expression and hovered backward a bit.

"Oh sir, I promise I won't..."

Will shook his head and cut her off.

"No. I can't trust you with the Caps. Benworth and the other robots that don't even have personalities agree with me on that."

The two girls looked sad at those words.

"But Laura does need more than just her suit."

He light-heartedly agreed.

"So I'll allow you two to go shopping." Their faces lit up.

"However, on one condition," Will smirked.

The girls looked confused for a moment.

"I'm tagging along. This way, there will be no overspending or getting useless junk."

Staring coldly at Franny as he spoke the last bit. Looking over at Laura, he swore he saw some relief in Laura's eyes. She was relying on them for everything as of yesterday. She was already relieved that he wasn't trying to use her freely. A few Vault Dwellers communities assumed that wastelanders looked at them poorly. Unfortunately, her travels proved as such until she met Will. The Mechanic did everything he could to make her feel welcomed and accepted. She was beginning to feel a bit of solace around him, not entirely, but a hell of a lot more than anyone else.

Franny was the first to speak.

"It is decided then. Shall we go now? Before the heat of the day and humidity hits and drains us."

Will could tell Franny was trying to help since Laura hadn't yet acclimated to the outside world. Nodding in agreement, not minding the break from repairs. Will agreed.

"Sure, let's get going."

They looked at Laura, giving a slight shrug before getting up.

"I've got nothing to grab. Ready whenever."

And with that, the three embarked on their shopping spree.

The small group took only a short time to get down the ramp from the upper stands to the town center. The closer to the center they got, the more they could hear the city was in full swing. Various merchants, citizens, guards, and outsiders flood the air with noise. I could pick up on a few of the louder ones. Moe is talking about baseball. Myrna is on another synth rant. Takahashi is calling out in Japanese. Nat is yelling about the latest Publick Occurrence edition. The usual Diamond City daily routine.

When it looked like Franny was about to run into the crowd, Will grabbed one of the three Ms. Nanny bot's metal arms to rein her in.

"You are not leaving my sight, Understand?"

Will sternly warned the robot. Franny nodded. Will quickly guided them to a makeshift store where a large neon red sign spelling out 'Fallon's Basement' displayed brightly even in broad daylight. Outside, there are mannequins dressed up with the latest fashion adorning the staircase down to the improvised store's entrance.

Once inside, it was evident how well the owner kept her store. Everything was as clean as possible in a post-nuclear apocalyptic land with limited resources. The articles of clothing were pristinely folded or hung with care. The store interior is more prominent than an average shop and home combo, with several dressers, suitcases, and a few other containers, all stocked with clothes of all sizes for masculine and feminine styles. Mannequins adorned the store dressed in the latest Wasteland fashion. A checkout counter sits in the corner of the room facing the entrance, and a set of stairs leads to a decent upper platform designed and designated as the shop owner's apartment area. There are two curtained areas marking the store's makeshift dressing rooms. The security protection stood in a corner opposite the register counter, a gift from Will to deter thieves. This is the reason why the Mechanic gets a decent discount. An appreciation token after the robot saved her from some thugs. That and a few other reasons.

Becky Fallon, the store's owner, gave the group a small wave as they entered.

"Morning Will. I saw your robot yesterday. If I knew you would be stopping by, I would not have sent them off with a note."

The Mechanic gave her a confused look.

"A note about what?"

The shop owner motioned to the dressing rooms in the back.

"I finally got some floor-length mirrors in. They are in excellent condition as well. Look, no holes! now people will be able to see how they look before buying."

Will gave Becky a thumbs up.

"That's great. Anything else new?"

Mrs. Fallon motioned to a few mannequin heads.

"A few hats from Bunker Hill. Your Mr. Handy bot got so giddy when he saw it. The whole transaction gave me a good laugh."

Will chuckled before shaking his head.

"That answers where he got it from."

The group split off in the shop. Franny and Laura were oohing and awing over various outfits they saw. Will moved over to the counter to chat with the Shopkeeper, 5'7, built much like any other average wastelander. Not too lean nor thick, her black, loosely pulled-back hair made her look well-kept. Her iconic red jacket made her green eyes pop against her sun-battered skin. For being in her mid-thirties, she looks pretty good for her age.

The two chatted about things that had happened in the week, or so he was gone. Mostly small gossip stuff that really didn't change anything. Kids are getting new clothes for some school play or trip. Upper Stands folks were showing off their wealth by getting more shoes. One of the ladies from the lab came by to pick up a replacement coat after it had gotten eaten by a mole rat. Nothing really newsworthy.

Will's attention was caught when he heard Laura and Franny whispering wildly. The Mechanic couldn't make out what they were saying, but if they were whispering, it meant they wanted to keep it a secret. He almost wanted to walk over to spook them. But Will figured he would find out whatever it was later on anyway. So Will let them keep up their scheming, trying to hide he knew the two were up to something.

Franny floated over with a small pile of clothes in her arms. Laura has an equally large bundle in her arms. The Ms. Nanny bot spoke with Mrs. Fallon.

"Mrs. Fallon. Is it okay to take all of these into the dressing room? We promise to put them all away when we are done."

Becky gave the two an appraising look before nodding.

"Normally, I only allow three outfits at a time. But I've been slow today. Besides, Will has done so much here, so I trust his judgment. If he trusts you, I will too. Just take your time so you don't rip anything. Anything you mess up, Will has to pay for."

Becky winked. The Mechanic gave a worried look, and the three women laughed.

Watching the two go into the dressing room area with the multiple piles of clothes, Becky motioned to them.

"Looks like they will be in there a while."

Will gave a nod in agreement. They would be lucky if they left in under two hours, but he didn't see that happening. The woman then motioned to her robot.

"Since they aren't busy, he can watch the store. How about we go upstairs and get a drink?"

With no reason to stick around, the Mechanic agreed.

The two made the short trek up the stairs to her living area. Once inside the closed-in area, Will sat on the sofa as Becky grabbed them some cold drinks. She took a scotch as Will took a nuka cola. She learned a long while back that the Mechanic rarely drank alcohol. But he was still a good listener and a damn good drinking buddy. She liked that he wouldn't let her drink herself into a stupor.

The two toasted to the safety of Diamond City before drinking. Becky took an enormous gulp of her scotch. Will could tell she had something on her mind, so he walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of purified water to help her prevent regretting her early-day drinking. But as he went to open her fridge, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He looked over his shoulder to see Becky hugging him from behind.

"Becky." He sighed.

"What are you doing?"

She looked up at him from behind. Locking eyes with him before speaking.

"Jus shudup and listen."

Will knew where this was leading with that one sentence.

"After Charlie was taken, I. I. I was left alone. Guards wouldn't help me, and when I blamed the Institute, they blocked me from speaking about the incident to anyone and blocklisted my store. They just stopped watching my shop. I had to keep weapons around the place to protect myself and my property. Thieves were barging at all times of the day. It gets so lonely being the cranky old lady in the basement. I never wanted this. Then you show up. Did everything in your own strange way. You gave me Bob, No more late nights. You had your Nanny bot help me clean up when someone let that Muddy Mole Rat inside. Now, you over here trying to make sure I don't get a hangover later. You are too nice."

Will continue to listen. That's one of his best features, they say.

"You suck, you know that?"

Will turned and raised an eyebrow. Not saying anything, just listening.

"Making an old widow like you? I kept trying to figure out what I wanted from the relationship. Friends seemed to be a good place. But then you come in with that beautiful woman. That very well-endowed woman. A little bit of jealousy hit me. Okay, a lot of jealousy. Makes me feel like I missed a chance that I didn't take. So.....I am taking it now...... I just needed some liquid courage....."

She gulps down more before motioning to her nearly empty cup.

Before Will could say anything, he felt her pressing her head into his chest.

"I know. I'm not young. Or even that good lookin'."

He could hear her resolve start to break. Then Becky finished off her scotch. The Mechanic let out a small sigh. He felt he was taking advantage of her. But Will knew she would be crushed if he tried to leave or de-escalate the situation. So damned if he did, damned if he didn't. Might as well make her happy. Right?

Will wrapped his arms around her in a consoling manner. He could see her looking very unsure. He then gave her a nod before speaking.

"Is that so? Where do you want to do this?"

He saw her face turn to confusion from his words, then relief. Then, too nervous, she tried to do what her words said. He gave her a reassuring look before kissing her forehead. She rubbed the spot before starting to relax a bit. Looking towards the couch.

Becky was the first to talk.

"Trying to seduce me? I think you mis...."

She was interrupted by Will's lips against hers. She gave a slight look of surprise before he broke the kiss.

"Do you want me to seduce you?"

Becky took another big gulp before staring defiantly into his eyes. Grinning ear to ear, Becky teased,

"I dare you to try."

Seeing her relaxed and being more for it, Will decided to have a little fun.

He pushed Becky against the wall, deepening the kiss. He undid his pants, letting himself free. He returned his focus to her; pulling her pants and underwear down, she kicked them off. Then, she lifted her shirt and undershirt up over her head. Only breaking the kiss long enough to get the shirt through. Groping her smaller chest gently. Finally, he broke the kiss and looked her over. Taking in the view of her bare breasts. They looked to be C Cups with brown nipples. He pulled her into another kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. Will's hands slid down her back, stopping to cup her ass. He could pick her up with minimal effort, pinning her. Her legs wrapped around the Mechanic's hips. With his hands now free, he continued fondling the increasingly drunk woman. The more he explored her, the more Will became excited, and the rough nature seemed to have aroused enough for him to slip in.

Will aligned the head against her cunt before pushing in slowly. Becky released a deep moan into the kiss as she felt him inside her. He pushed inside slow and deep, then waited a few moments for her body to adjust. After he felt her body relax, the Mechanic gave slow and deep thrusts. Enjoying the reactions she was giving him.

With her body pinned against the wall, Becky was at Will's mercy. And the Mechanic took advantage of that. Breaking the kiss, moving to her neck. Nibbling and nipping at the sensitive skin. This left Becky a moaning mess. Arms and legs were squeezing around him. Every now and then, she would yell out when he would find a perfect spot. The Mechanic squeezed and groped her ass as he continued.

After a few minutes at this pace, Will began thrusting faster. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the area as his hips slammed into her with each impact. Speeding up, Will pulled her from the wall, where Becky bounced her body into his thrusts. Her mind went blank as her instincts took over. Only to groan with frustration when she was again pinned against the wall.

After some time of the assault, the two became only focused on reaching their climax, ripping The woman from the wall and pushing her onto the bed. His thrusts grew harder and out of control. Becky pulled his body into her as best as possible in the new position that gave him deep access. The older woman was the first to fall. Her body slowly tensed up as her orgasm built up. Until it was finally released, Will covered her screams with a pillow as her orgasm ravaged her body. Her walls clench down on Will's cock hard like a vice grip.

With that, Will was sent over the edge, groaning as he buried himself deep into Becky. Thick hot cum flooded into the tight pussy around his member. His member twitched as it finished releasing itself inside of her. The Shopkeep let out a few more moans, feeling him moving inside her. Finally finished, Will falls onto the bed to catch his breath. Laying in silence, they bask in the after-sex glow.

After a few minutes passed, the two's brains reset. Becky gave Will a small kiss.

"Thanks for that."

Will could feel her stretching her limbs out.

"I want to show you something that Charlie really liked."

With a look of confusion, the Mechanic sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, his cum oozing out of her a bit as she got off the bed. Kneeling down on the floor, the Shopkeeper kneeled in front of Will. Seeing where this was going, he opened his legs to let her get closer.

She grabbed his member and then gave him a slight wink. Will watched as Becky stuck her tongue out. Then he felt as she gave a long lick from his base to head. He watched as she licked his member over and over. Cleaning both of their juices off. She then licked the hand clean that had been holding his cock. The Mechanic couldn't take his eyes off of her. She then kissed the head of his dick before speaking.

"All clean."

At that point, Will could only think of just how lucky Charlie had previously been. Having a very erotic wife like this.

"So sexy."

With a wink, the Mechanic helped her off the bed to grab their drinks and rehydrate. Will offered her his drink to rinse her mouth. Becky shook her head.

"I am good. Don't mind the taste."

Her legs were still not stable. Will helped her with her clothes and grabbed the water bottle that had begun the fiasco.

"Drink." Will sternly motioned.

Some time passed as Will sobered up Becky, once seeming more professional with the liquid courage out of her system and walking as straighter after their "little" fuck session. Will responded.

"How about we head back down? I'm sure Laura and Franny are just about done trying on clothes now."

The store owner nodded in agreement, and the two cautiously headed down the stairs. The Mechanic stayed just behind the owner in case she stumbled.

Back in the storefront, they found Franny and Laura waiting by the well-used register. The mess Becky thought she would find lying around was not there.

"Seems the dweller has better manners than the credit given."

Becky whispered under her breath, noticing all the unwanted clothes had been returned to the shelves they had pulled them from. Looking over to the register, Will could see a couple of sets of clothes stacked up and some other outfits thrown in, but he couldn't get a clear look. Franny had tossed in a frilly, wide-brimmed, light blue hat she was gushing over. Upon noticing their descent, the bot said.

"Glad to see you two back in one piece, though worn. May I presume the normal festive meet and greet, Sir?"