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In you, I find a drug-like high,
That blurs the line between reality and sigh.
You're my addiction and my obsession,
Nothing can ever truly replace this affection.
Your love is my drug, the only one I need,
To quench my desires, to fill me up with feed.
You're my drug of choice, my ultimate thrill,
For you my darling’, there’s no one I wouldn’t kill.
Sunset fell upon the wasteland, the lasts spills of daylight leaked from the dark clouds which formed over the horizon. Cold winds sired up the sandy dunes, the chaos of the wasteland brewing. You and Hancock come back from a mission murdering raiders, long and tiring but rewarding mission. You both decide to take shelter in an abandoned building to rest and wait out the storm. You barricade the door, securing the place before leaning against the wall, catching your breath.
Hancock sets up makeshift bed, taking some chems out of his bag before turning towards you. “Here” Hancock tosses a vial of jet in your direction, hoping you’d catch it. Which you catch with one hand, giving him a quick thanks before wiping some blood that was smeared along your chin. "You didn't have to... I mean you really saved my ass back there and besides aren't these your goods?"
“Don’t mention it,” Hancock replies as he leans against the wall next to you and lights a cigarette. “You fought pretty damn good back there, didn’t think you had it in you.” His raspy voice carried the slightest hints of admiration and, much to your surprise, something almost like appreciation in his tone. “I’d say you’ve earned your share in the spoils”
Cheeks heating up from the compliment, you turn your gaze-hoping to avoid his gaze... to hide your- “Heh, you flatter me old man. What can I say, for someone your age you weren’t too bad yourself.” You hold out your hand- signaling if he was willing to share his cigarette. Something she noticed they did quite often these days, small moments of peace within the chaos, eye in the storm. An addiction between friends.
Hancock chuckled darkly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He blew out a stream of smoke before offering the cigarette to her like the gentleghoul he was. “Hey now, I might be getting a little long in the tooth, but I'm far from being old." He shot her a wry glance, his intense eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something almost flirtatious. “I’m Barely 40 mind you, Missy”.
“What can I say, you must have a wise, old soul” you giggled, teasing him as you took a drag of the cigarette, blowing out smoke as you passed it back to him. His hand brushing over yours which made your stomach tingle, you withdrew your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Clearing your throat before your gaze met his, starstruck as you looked at him. Him being a ghoul never really bothered her, sure when they first met back in GoodNeighbour he certainly caught her eye... enough for her to stare long enough for him to notice and publicly called her out on it- flirting. But that was always his love language, flirting - sweet talking with that sweet mouth of his. “Then again you look good for your age, I can’t complain.”
Hancock let out a laugh, wiping away a fake tear. “Aye, and ‘er I thought the issue was my looks as a ghoul rather than my age” he winked at you, as he took another hit from the cigarette. He'd always kinda had a thing for her, from the first time they meet it was like she had him caught- hook, line, and sinker. Hancock prided himself a passionate ghoul, he loved his lovers. And all he wanted to do was give all his attention to her. He burned for her.
“Nah you're aware of your good looks, you weaponize it with your charisma and its deadly. I don't know what's more addicting, you or the chems you take on the daily” You giggled as your gaze turned to his, admiring him as he smoked. Her thoughts getting lost in the past- remembering the first cigarette they shared. The two of you celebrating a big win with shots in his room, opposite sides of the table on different couches Hancock talked about days before he was a ghoul, how he was a rather handsome man and how he became mayor. As you were listening to him your eye caught attention to him pulling out a pack of smokes, he paused his story as he was about to light the cigarette before you asked if you could have one. You'll never forget how he looked at you, saying you may before slowly walking up to you in the dimly lit room. Standing just in front of you as he lights the cigarette- his free hand gently holds your chins, asking you to please open wide. obeying he then takes a long drag before pressing his lips against yours, gently sharing the nicotine as he tasted her tongue. The other rituals after this weren't as passionate. A wee toy with your feelings but you knew how it was with Hancock-
Hancock's gaze deepened, locking onto hers as the words she uttered sank in. The subtle compliment hung in the air between them, and he met her suggestive gaze with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying her attention far more than he expected. Taking a long drag from his cigarette before bellowing the smoke gently in her face. “Flattery will get you everywhere, darlin’.” His voice lowered to a huskier tone, a low, raspy chuckle escaping him as he exhaled smoke. The small, shared moment between them was filled with tension and quiet undercurrents of desire, making the air around them feel charged with a heady electricity. "Besides what we got feels better than the chems" he paused, thinking for a moment before replying. "Okay, maybe like 80 percent as good but you're a close second, Sunshine"
Hancock let out a deep chuckle, taking a drag of his cigarette before swiftly moving from beside to in front of you. His arm resting above your head, holding him up as he leaned in close enough to brush against your nose. Taking the cigarette with his free hand, he gestures for you to open your mouth. she gently drew her lip under her top teeth, staring up at him with a half-lidded gaze. Slowly opening your mouth you obey, earning a smirk from Hancock. "Good girl". After lighting and taking a long drag from his cigarette he leaned in close enough to kiss you. Softly taking his lips in yours you kiss him, as he shared. Wrapping her arms around his neck as she slipped her tongue in his mouth, a little desperate for him. Yet Hancock aimed to please, taking her chin in his grasp he kissed her hot and heavy- which left you hot, heavy, and almost speechless. Needing a break they part, strings of saliva spill as they do. His head resting on the wall behind her as they catch their breath. "I-i want you..."
Hancock's intense stare deepened, his breath hitching slightly as she leaned in, closing the distance between them. Her body was so close now that he could feel the warmth radiating off her skin, making his heart race with the proximity. "Now you're just playing dangerous games, dollface." His voice was a low murmur, the tone almost teasing but filled with a hint of desire. His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips, his voice lowering another octave as he replied, "You keep sayin' things like that and you're gonna be in trouble "
She couldn't help but giggle, all this time- this is how he felt. you started piecing it together, watching as his gaze flick from her eyes to her lips. She just realized how badly he wanted her, and luckily for him you needed him just as bad. “What if I want trouble- You've been trouble since the first time we met, and I like what I see- I want you, John". Hancock's breath caught in his throat at her words, his gaze zeroing in on her tongue as it swiped across her lips. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, and the heat between them was growing almost unbearable, like a storm the brewing on the horizon and he found himself eager to be caught in the eye of it. The sun was setting, the last light of day danced across the horizon. "You're a tease, darlin," he drawled, tilting his head slightly as he stepped even closer to her, closing the distance between them to mere inches, his voice a husky growl. "And I'm a fool for fallin' for it."