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The next time they found themselves in a church, Lucy didn’t feel bad helping Cooper loot the place. This one was still structurally sound, ground-level windows boarded and doors locked, and sat on a decent plot of land. Lucy wondered if they were the first ones in there. It didn’t make sense that they were, but she didn’t think most wastelanders would bother locking up after themselves. She shrugged off her curiosity and stood watch for the handful of seconds it took Cooper to get the door unlocked. Lucy always thought she’d been good with a bobby pin, but Cooper was downright preternatural.
The door let them into what looked like some sort of maintenance room. A large metal cylinder with pipes feeding in and out of it loomed next to what Lucy recognized as a furnace. The power long gone, the machinery sat silent, the only light coming from the still-open door. Lucy clicked on her flashlight as Cooper shut the door.
The silence followed them like another dog as they pressed on. It didn’t look like anyone had been in there since the day it’d been locked down, but they both kept their guns drawn anyway.
A short hallway lined with doors opened into a gym, the floor painted with lines for some sport or another, the walls carpeted. The smell of mildew hung as heavily in the air as the dust that glimmered in the beam of Lucy’s flashlight. They ascended an L-shaped stairway to the main floor, and it felt like they’d stepped into another building.
The windows had been boarded hastily, so light filtered in through the gaps. Lucy shut her flashlight off. There was just enough light for her to see comfortably by; she knew Cooper saw perfectly well in the dim light. Together, they passed through a set of double doors and into a large empty room with a kitchen off to their right and a seating area with a fireplace in the wall to their left.
Ahead of them were two staircases, one leading up and one leading down again. “I’ll head upstairs,” Lucy said, patting her thigh to get Dogmeat to come with her. Cooper nodded and headed toward the kitchen.
At the top of the stairs, Lucy turned right. The first few doors on either side of the hall opened into classrooms. Despite the layer of dust, everything looked like it was just waiting for Sunday. Lucy turned her flashlight back on and swept it around the room. The low tables and small chairs reminded her of her own classroom back in the vault. One wall had a couple recessed shelves, holding coloring sheets with cutely illustrated scenes from child-friendly Bible stories printed on them. Many of the crayons were broken in their little plastic baskets, the paper wrappings long since discarded. A row of picture-book Bibles caught Lucy’s eye. They hadn’t had such things in the vault, but Lucy could see the appeal.
The classroom across the hall was much the same but seemed geared for older kids: the coloring pages were more detailed, the crayons in better shape. The Bibles were more text than pictures. On a table toward the back of the room, Lucy found some long dried ‘sheep’ made from paper plates and cotton balls. She smiled sadly at the sight, though it quickly fell. Those little sheep should have gone home with their children. She hurried out of that room, shutting the door between herself and the ghosts of everything that should have been.
There was one door left before Lucy would be in the main sanctuary, and it was locked. Given its placement, Lucy assumed it was some sort of storage closet. She picked the lock and found she was right. The closet was bigger than she expected but crammed with shelves and just enough room to walk around the counter in the middle. She ignored most of the stuff on the shelves; the books, shirts, and other church club nonsense wouldn’t help them, and what snacks she did find weren’t edible. As she headed up the tiny flight of stairs into the sanctuary, she hoped Cooper was having better luck. Maybe she should have gone left at those stairs.
The sanctuary was large and open, the windows up here unboarded and astonishingly unbroken. She clicked her flashlight off again and wondered why the other church had stained glass and this one didn’t. She found some unopened jars of formula and baby food in a small, curtained-off room tucked into the very back of the sanctuary, along with diapers in a variety of sizes. Lucy packed as many of the largest size of diaper into her pack as she could, seeing as she’d struck out on food. Diapers weren’t the most useful thing what with children being so scarce in the wasteland, but the absorbent material made for decent gauze in a desperate pinch. It was sure as hell more comfortable against open wounds than bandages cut from sweaty, dirty clothes.
The church was untouched, but there wasn’t much she and Cooper could use. Lucy sat in the pew at the front of the center section. The altar before her was simpler than the other one, decorated only with a bouquet of dusty artificial flowers and carved with the words, “This do in remembrance of Me”. Lucy kicked one leg up on the pew beside her, the other foot flat on the floor, sitting at an angle. Dogmeat exploded into sneezes as she gave the flowers an exploratory sniff.
Lucy didn’t turn when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs or approaching her from behind her and to the right. Even without his spurs, Lucy knew Cooper’s footsteps by heart. “Find anythin’ good?” he asked, casually hitching a hip on the edge of the altar.
“Not much, really,” she said. “Some diapers and dodgy baby food.”
Cooper scrunched his face in disgust. “Didn’t grab the food, didja?”
“Gosh, no,” Lucy said, mirroring his disgust. She patted the cushioned pew between her legs. “Come sit with me.”
Cooper gave her an odd look but complied with no snide comments. He left his hat, duster, and saddlebags on the altar, and Lucy wondered if he knew what she had planned. He sat carefully, like he was afraid he’d hurt her. With her hands on his torso, Lucy guided him where she wanted him, leaning flush against her with his head on her left shoulder. To her delight, he relaxed against her with a heavy sigh. “Comfy?” she asked, lightly brushing her lips against the tattered shell of his ear. He hummed in heavy-lidded contentment.
Here Lucy took her time, giving Cooper every opportunity to tell her to stop or push her hands away. She unbuttoned his vest and ran her flattened hands down his torso, appreciating the strength and warmth she felt there. He sucked in a breath as her hands settled on his belt buckle, and she stopped, leaving her hands where they were. When Cooper relaxed again, she undid his belt, tucking either end under her legs to keep them out of her way.
Cooper’s gloved right hand came to rest on her right forearm. Not to stop her or control her movements, but just to touch her. He tipped his head back against her shoulder, eyes shut. His body was hers, Lucy knew, if just for a little while.
She untucked his shirt from his pants and pressed a hand against his stomach. She stayed like that for a moment, basking in the simple, sacred act of touching and being touched.
Lucy slid her hand lower, down the length of Cooper’s cock. She smirked as he twitched under her hand and squeezed gently. Cooper gasped, and Lucy’s smirk twisted hungrily. She’d pull him apart here before the altar, she swore to herself. His hand slid off her arm to hang loosely at his side, though his fingers flexed restlessly.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” Lucy said lowly. “No one’s gonna hear us.” Thankfully, Dogmeat had disappeared downstairs after her sneezing fit. She took her time with the closures of his trousers, keeping her touches light but deliberate. It wouldn’t do now to spook Cooper with an unpredictable touch.
“Never been –” He choked on his words as Lucy finally took him in hand, pressing back against her. How long had it been since someone had touched him without malice, much less with the intent to pleasure him?
“Never been what?” Lucy asked, keeping her hand still until she got an answer.
“‘lways been quiet in bed,” Cooper said. Lucy nodded, then brought her hand to her mouth and spat in it as quietly as possible, given her mouth’s proximity to Cooper’s ear. Cooper protested the loss of contact but made no move to guide her back. Lucy cherished this moment, Cooper’s willingness to surrender himself so wholly and vulnerably to her.
She wrapped her arm around his waist and rested her hand on his hip, running her thumb over the sharp arch of his hipbone, the other returning to his dick. Spit was a less-than-ideal lubricant, but it was better than nothing, especially when she mixed it with his pre-come. She wondered how long he’d last. Chet always popped off pretty quickly, but a sample size of one wasn’t much good.
“Please!” Cooper gasped softly. If Lucy hadn’t been so attuned to him in that moment, she would have missed it.
Starting at the tip, Lucy gently trailed her fingers down Cooper’s dick, appreciating the way he reacted bodily to even such a gentle touch. He might be quiet, but he was so deliciously responsive. The closer she got to the base, the more pressure she applied before digging her nails in where cock met body. Cooper grunted, and Lucy could have sworn she heard him whisper, “Jus’ like that.” She recalled how he’d reacted to her clawing at him as he ate her out on the altar.
“I’ve got you,” she murmured, finding a rhythm and pressure that had him moaning under his breath. Every now and then, she’d apply enough pressure to hurt him or dig in with her nails. He’d sigh or swear when she did that, entirely at her mercy. She got an honest-to-God whine from Cooper when she used her other hand to press his balls against his body. That thrilled her, and she wanted nothing more than to hear that whine again.
Lucy had tried to experiment with externally stimulating Chet’s prostate before, but Chet had shied away from stronger sensations like that. Lucy tried with Cooper, digging her knuckles into his taint. He growled and arched against her, writhing at her touch. He gripped her thigh tight enough to bruise as his breath caught.
“Close,” he panted. “‘m so close, Lucy; please.”
She twisted her hand around the head of his cock at the same time she pressed harder against his prostate. He came with a jerk and her name on his lips. Lucy marveled at the way his abdominal muscles contracted as she stroked him through his orgasm, murmuring praises and using his name. The one time he did touch her to control her, it was to take her hand in his, away from his dick, and press his lips gently to her knuckles.