The time had finally come; MacCready was so eager as they headed toward Daisy's shop to see if her contact had arrived yet. When they walked in, Daisy talked with another Ghoul: male, armed, and wearing various pieces of armor—a caravan guard.

"Ah, MacCready; I'm surprised you didn't come running in here," Daisy said when she caught sight of them and turned. The man turned with her—he had soft brown eyes.

"I wanted to," he admitted; Aurora chuckled at the image in her head of him running through Goodneighbor with her on a shoulder.

Daisy angled around to see her. "And you would've been dragged along, right, Aurora?"

"Probably."

MacCready shot her a look, but because of her smile, his softened with a smile too.

"Anyway, MacCready, Aurora, this is Mikael," she introduced.

The Ghoul gave MacCready a friendly handshake and nodded in greeting to Aurora. "I think I have something to tell you, right?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes, please," MacCready said quickly.

Mikael's smile widened. "You don't have to worry any longer, MacCready—the cure took; Duncan's cured."

He gave out the biggest sigh of relief she had ever heard; his tense back relaxed like the world had finally been lifted off him. Aurora was so relieved to hear it too; Duncan wasn't her own son, but she felt invested in his well-being. She couldn't save Joshua, but at least she saved MacCready's son.

"That's... that's what I've been longing to hear," MacCready said. "Can I ask you for one more favor?"

"Bring him here?" Mikael beat him to asking his own question; he smiled. "Of course. I thought about bringing him already, but I wasn't sure whether you wanted to go back or stay here."

"I'm staying here; I found something to keep me in one place." He looked over at Aurora; she smiled and ducked her head.

"It won't be a problem; he's a good kid. You raised him right, MacCready. I guess we'll see each other again in five weeks."

"Five weeks then." MacCready thanked him, then turned to head to Aurora. She shared his smile, then he threw his arms around her for a hug. "This is all because of you; thank you." He kissed her on the cheek.

She hugged him back. "It was both of us."

Over his shoulder, she saw Daisy and Mikael looking at them with smiles pulling at their lips.

***

They slowed down in going to look for Clive by preparing MacCready's home for Duncan. The pile of caps they had been stockpiling helped tremendously in purchasing materials and supplies to build. His place wasn't that big to begin with, but they split his bedroom to build a room for Duncan.

Quite a few evenings, they collapsed on the bed and instantly fell asleep. Once they got used to the extraneous labor, they didn't pass out from exhaustion anymore but didn't get much more sleep from exploring the other intimately.

One night, as they lay in bed talking, he confessed the full extent of her hallucinations. Aurora wasn't angry that he had kept it from her, just chuckled that she had known they had been worse than what he told her. She told him he should've just given in instead of fighting her—she obviously wanted him too.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to," he whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck.

"Then you should've."

"No, it didn't seem right to take advantage of you in that state. Besides, I have you now, and I'm not riddled with guilt."

"I probably wouldn't have remembered it, so you wouldn't have felt guilty."

He pulled away from kissing her neck, lifted on an elbow, and looked down at her. "Are you saying I'm not memorable?"

She gave him a roguish smile as she ran a hand over his chest. "Oh no, you're fantastic; I'm just saying that I'm not sure anything would've overcome my inebriation—that chem was pretty strong."

She toyed with him, trying to get a rise out of him with her teasing. MacCready felt the tightening in his loins at the ideas in his head. She doubted she would've remembered him through her deliriums? He'd show her.

MacCready suddenly pinned her to the bed with his body on top of her. His aggressiveness surprised Aurora, but her eyes shone with an eager gleam. He moved to kiss her jaw and worked down her neck.

"You would've remembered me," he breathed into her ear.

"Oh?" Her playful question was labored—he already started to affect her, and he hadn't even gotten started yet.

He made sure his kisses on her skin were slow, not in any hurry at all. When he started to undress her, Aurora lifted to help but he stopped her, saying he wanted the pleasure of revealing her. Once he tossed her clothes away, MacCready took a moment to marvel at how beautiful her naked body was, practically blemish-free and both toned and muscular and soft and purely feminine; then he lowered his mouth to her skin again. He kissed his way down, from her shoulder to his tongue circling her nipple—making her moan and arch her back as he teased her bud and moving to do the same to the other breast—to her soft stomach and ever lower.

She watched him settle between her legs with a hungry anticipation twinkling in her eyes. The heat radiated off her down there, and he could feel the dampness. MacCready further teased her by kissing or nipping her inner thighs but resisting the temptation at the apex of her thighs. She'd catch her breath when he turned his face from one thigh to the moist curls and she'd tense at the feel of his hot breath; he'd hide a smile when she sighed in disappointment as he turned to the other thigh.

He was driving her mad with this teasing; she begged him to stop it. With another smile turning back to the curls, he locked eyes with her before he kissed her there. Aurora's eyes closed, and she sighed in relief and pleasure. Just like the kisses on her body, MacCready kept them slow; then he opened his mouth and with his tongue, licked and lapped at the sensitive flesh.

Aurora writhed, moaned, and panted under him. A hand held him to her as her legs wrapped around him, opening herself up even further so his tongue could go deeper. He absolutely loved the taste and smell of her, and that he could make her so wild.

She began to tense, and he felt everything building up inside her to explode in an orgasm. With one last suck of her most sensitive flesh, Aurora shattered.

He pulled back to let her bask in the warm sensations and to let her cool down. He felt proud of himself as he looked upon her, spread wantonly, eyes closed, and trying to recover her breath.

MacCready kissed back up her body and leaned over her with his hands supporting him. Aurora's eyes wearily flickered open.

"Think you still wouldn't have remembered me?"

"No... I couldn't have forgotten... that," she breathed.

She kissed him; when she murmured that she tasted good on his lips, her kisses turned more ravenous. He had thought to give her more time to recover, but she had other plans. Aurora pushed him back, helped him pull the shirt over his head, then rolled him over to where she now straddled him.

Like him, she kissed down his body as a hand undid his pants and slid them and his underwear off. But unlike him, her hand went to grab his manhood and start to slide up and down as she kissed around him.

MacCready gritted his teeth as he fought to hold himself back from dragging her over him and sinking in deep with just one thrust. The pictures swirling in his head made it harder to maintain control.

It was his turn to watch with anticipation as Aurora positioned over his rod, locked devilish eyes on him, and open her mouth as she lowered her face. She hovered her mouth just over the head; her hot breath and damp mouth just within reach was torturous—it was all he could do not to raise his hips and lift him into her mouth. His agony ended when she closed her lips around him.

He let out a long moan as Aurora took him deep into her mouth. One hand kneaded his sack, and the other rubbed his shaft as she pulled him nearly out of her mouth—sucking the entire way—then took him back in to start over again. God, it felt so good.

When she picked up the speed, MacCready knew he couldn't hold out for much longer. He didn't want to release in her mouth; he wanted them to go into that oblivion together.

"You better get on me, or I'll cum in your mouth."

She lifted off him to speak. "That normally wouldn't bother me, but I want you in me." MacCready almost lost it at her words; Aurora moved up on him, then with a hand guiding him, impaled herself.

They both cried out as he sunk in deep. Aurora began to ride him, driving his senses into overdrive. He slid back and forth in her slick tunnel, faster and faster as their need for each other grew more urgent.

He felt her muscles tense again with another climax. His hands on her buttocks pushed her to lean forward and when she did, MacCready took over—he pounded into her hard and fast. Aurora broke apart, and he was right behind her, soaring high above the world and crashing down into senseless bliss.

***

Aurora was snug to him, most of her on top of him, and from her slowing breathing, falling asleep. MacCready had a hand combing through her hair as he reflected on what they had just done. He had started that wild ride, but she just made it insane. He had never felt this sated or lighthearted before; he couldn't get enough of her.

"What's your name?" she suddenly asked.

Her speaking took him by surprise. He looked down at her curled on his chest—he had never told her his name. "Robert Joseph."

"Robert Joseph MacCready..." she mused. "...I love you."

A thrill went through him at hearing his full name and those words on her lips. He pulled her closer and kissed her head. "I love you too, Aurora."

He felt her smile against his skin. "You better."