Great. Just wonderful. She looks at the dress, debating about just putting it on over top the skirt. But it’s a little too short for that and Atlas will ask. She tries wiggling her zipper and tries fussing with it by pulling it up as high as she can go and then trying to slowly work it down. Nothing.

“Does it fit you, love?” Atlas asks, his voice near. He must be just on the other side of the door. Part of her is tempted to open the door and… well. Jackie’s really not sure what she wants. Her cheeks burn a little at the thought of him seeing her like this. Not all of the heat in her face is embarrassment. She needs to pull herself together. Jackie’s not some love-struck fourteen year old. And that man out there just lost a wife.

She presses her lips together and manages to give him an answer. “My zipper’s stuck. Give me a moment.” There, simple and to the point.

While she’s wiggling harder, the door opens and she quickly jumps back, throwing an arm over her chest. Atlas pops his head in and holds a hand up in that calm-down gesture, same as what he gave her before. “Easy now, it’s alright. Begging your pardon darling, but you’re not the first woman I’ve seen in her underwear. There wasn’t much room for privacy during our little failure at a revolution. What’s stuck?”

She doesn’t drop her arm. Maybe Atlas is used to this but she certainly isn’t. “My skirt zipper. I’m fine.”

“I’ve seen you hack security cams in less than fifteen seconds. If you were fine, you’d already be out of there.” He steps in, steps closer to her, and Jacke has to fight to stay still. It gets worse when he drop to one knee, puts a hand on her zipper and gives it a try. “They get sticky down here, something to do with all the humidity, or maybe the pressure of the depths. Hard to tell. I never gave it much thought. Turn a little, will you?”

She turns. He fights with the zipper, but it refuses to bow even to Atlas. Jackie looks everywhere that he isn’t, trying hard to stay composed and unaffected. “Forget it. I’ll stay in this.”

“Just let me worry about this one, love.” He flips the side of her skirt up. Jackie feels strangely comfortable with this, even though part of her mind knows she should be angry with him. All she feels is just a comforting sense of calm, and an inappropriate amount of arousal as his rough hands rest on her skin momentarily. He follows the zipper path, trying to work on it from the bottom as well. “So, no man in your life. That’s a shame. You’re such a pretty girl. Who do you take after, your mother or your father?”

“I. Don’t really know.” She’s never thought about that before. Jackie tries to, though all she can really think about is the way Atlas is so close to her. The answer doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t know her parents, he never will. “I take after dad.”

That makes him laugh a little, a brief chuckle that’s almost a little unnerving. “Ah… Patrick took more after his mother than me. I had hoped we’d have another when this all ended, maybe a little girl with my eyes.” There’s an ugly sound and he gets the zipper to finally cooperate, letting her skirt drop to the ground. Atlas looks up at her, setting a few fingers on her garters and stroking them. “Now then… be a good girl and tell me when’s the last time someone touched you.”

“Never.” She says, blinking a little at her answer. That’s… no, that’s. Why did she say that? Why did she say that to him? That’s not true. If he means what she thinks he means, then she’s no rube. Jackie had a boyfriend when she was sixteen and they did plenty of things-

She staggers a little to the side as memories flash quickly through her head - the barn, the boy, the smell of fresh hay. Atlas gets his arms around her waist to keep her upright, his face very close to her stomach. Jackie feels her insides twist a little, scared and also excited. He’s so warm. It’s cold down here and he’s so warm. “Jackie…”

He’s looking up at her with those bright eyes of his. She needs to leave. Jackie needs to get dressed and grab her things from under the bed and go. But she stays and he touches her, slowly leaning his head in and pressing his mouth against the curve of her stomach. No amount of self control could possibly stop her from sucking in air at the heat of his mouth.

“We can’t. We can’t do this.” Jackie sets a hand on his head to push him away. He’s strong and he isn’t easily moved, and his mouth feels good against her flesh. Still, she gives him another push, making it clear that he’s going too far. “Atlas. Please.”

“Jackie.” He murmurs that against her skin. His hands squeeze her and play with her garters, brushing against the edge of her panties. She doesn’t want this to feel good. It would be easier to force him away if it didn’t feel so nice to have someone touch her without trying to hurt her. “Love, love, love, sit on the cot, let me make you feel good.”

Jackie bites her lip as she feels lust swell inside of her. She wants to. Jackie wants to lay on the bed so badly. She wants to kiss him. And she wants him to let go of her. She wants to put on her sweater and her skirt and to march out the door. Forget about the health kits and the EVE, she’ll find the money she needs to buy them somewhere. She should go.

Instead, she sits on the cot, like he asked. He unsnaps her garters and her stockings start to sag a little. Atlas dips his fingers inside of the nylon and starts to tug them down to her knees, leaning in to kiss each of her bare thighs. His mouth felt good on her belly but it feels even better against her legs. “That’s a good girl. Nice and calm.”

Yes. She’s a very good girl. Jackie blinks at the thought, but it comes back twice as hard. She’s a very good girl. Atlas is going to reward her. He’s going to make her feel good. Good girls- gather look out mr b are you as good as my daddy mister

Atlas puts his mouth between her thighs and kisses her through her panties. She moans, one hand flying up to cover her mouth. It feels so good. He’s barely touching her and all she can think about is wanting more. Atlas chuckles lightly, nuzzling her sex. “Oh sister, if you liked that, just you wait.”

He presses his tongue against her underwear, licking her. Jackie keeps the hand over her mouth, trying hard to muffle the sounds she’s making. She feels hot and like her skin is too tight and when his fingers push her panties to the side, she grabs hold of his head, her fingers gripping his hair. “Atlas, please-”

“I’ve got you. Don’t you worry about nothing.” His voice is soft, almost tender. She shivers when his tongue touches her bare flesh and pushes inside of her. This isn’t anything like how it was before. It’s. Different. More vivid. Too intense. She squirms and gasps against her palm, Atlas’ tongue tracing along her insides. When he reaches her clit, she feels like all her blood is split between her face and groin, both burning white-hot. “Let me hear those sounds. There’s nobody here but you and me.”

Jackie doesn’t drop her hand, not right away, not even as he begins to lick her again. She squirms where she sits, especially when those calloused hands rub against her thigh and her vulva. He eats her out and she fights the urge to just let out noises. She’s always been a quiet woman, even in bed, and it’s embarrassing how noisy she is right now. Her fingers tug hard on his hair but he doesn’t stop, pressing his mouth over her clit and sucking on it. That gets a startled groan out of her, one that isn’t muffled by her hand, and that sound gets her another hard suck.

She couldn’t keep quiet after that, not even if she wanted to. Atlas eats her out, each suck and lick wrenching desperate, greedy sounds out of her. She hadn’t thought of this while she was out there. There had been no time to think about anything, except maybe what it would be like to give Atlas a kiss, when they met to shake hands at the end of all this. This isn’t the kind of kiss she was thinking about. Now this is all she can focus on; the heat of his mouth and those rough hands digging into her skin.

The sounds get quick and desperate and all she can do it hold on as her body seems to just lock up on her. Her orgasm rips through her, feeling so good it almost hurts, and she throws her head back as she cries out. Jackie nearly falls apart, pulsing again and again and holding desperately onto Atlas. What feels nearly as good as coming is Atlas when he praises her and she feels like she could come again, just listening to his words. “Ah, look at you go, love. You did so well.”

She doesn’t even notice him rising up to kiss her, her body still wound tight as brings their mouths together. His lips are chapped but the kiss is so nice, so sweet after everything she’s been through. Atlas tastes like her and her cheeks burn. His mouth’s open and she opens hers too, welcoming him in.

When they break apart, she watches him slide his thumbs under his suspenders and slide them off his shoulders. There’s a bulge in the front of his trousers and she knows that’s because of her. Reality hits her again, cutting through the fog of pleasure that’s kept her from thinking too deeply the past few minutes. This is all so fast. Too fast.

Atlas is unbuttoning his shirt and she’s sitting on his bed with sagging stockings and wearing her least-fancy underwear. As he gets his shirt open, she has to speak and stop him, before things go any further. “Atlas. Wait. I’m- I. Need a moment.”

“Shhhh, it’s alright love. Take a breath, calm yourself down. Nothing to worry about.” He opens his shirt and bares his chest. She can’t look away from him. Atlas is so pale and broad and slightly hairy. Jackie can see all his old scars, and some of them match the new scars on her body. He shucks his shirt and then he kisses her again. This time, while they’re kissing, she feels him set his hands on her back and work on undoing her bra.

Jackie barely knows her own mind when he gets it unhooked and helps her slide it off. She wants to cover her breasts. They’re not much to look at but Atlas doesn’t seem to mind at all. He kisses her way down her chest, his mouth latching onto the nearest nipple. It’s enough to make her moan a little, shocked at how nice this feels. It’s still too fast though. She needs to breathe, to stop and think about all of this.

“On your back.” Atlas says, mouth still pressed against her breast. She doesn’t get a break. Instead, his hands run down her sides and those calloused fingers dip under the elastic of her panties. He tugs them down as far as they can go while she’s still sitting. Jackie hasn’t moved at all, not sure if she even wants to lie down. When she doesn’t move, he picks her up slightly, taking away her balance. She has to turn with him then, or risk falling off the cot entirely. While her hips are up, he tugs her underwear down.

All she’s wearing are her stockings and those aren’t nearly enough clothes. His face rubs against her breasts and she pushes him away. Atlas goes and she’s left lying on the cot, struggling to sit up. “Wait. Wait.”

“Shhhh, don’t you worry. I’m just getting my tit for tat. Didn’t I make you feel good?” The way he speaks makes her feel uneasy, hearing those words in a voice she trusted with her life. Atlas sets a hand on the fly of his pants and the sound of his zipper going down makes her press her thighs tight together. “It’s fine love, it’s fine. I’ll treat you well.”

“Don’t call me love.” However good it felt at first, it’s starting to make her feel anxious and sick now. Being called sister was better than that. She struggles to sit up, to pull her legs to her chest, to curl in on herself so she’s not so exposed. Her face has been burning since he took off her skirt and she feels the blood flush south as he pushes his pants down and she sees his cock. Jackie’s not a shy girl but she look away all the same, her thoughts fuzzy and conflicting. “Atlas, stop. Put it away.”

Atlas pauses, stopping as he steps out of his pants. There’s a moment when Jackie thinks maybe he’s finally listening to her, and her eyes dart down to the floor where her sweater is. She makes a move to get it, but he’s in her way, his hands resting on her knees. “Jackie, be a good girl and tell me the truth. Did you like it when I kissed you down there?”

“Yes. It was good.” She says, struggling with the words coming out of her mouth. Her thoughts are all jumbled. She can barely think straight. “I-I. Liked it.”

“I liked it too, Jackie.” He rubs a hand along her thighs, his fingers resting lightly at the top of her sex. “Have you ever been with a man before?”

“No. No, I. No one before.” That’s not true. She knows it’s not true. There was Donald when she was sixteen, Donald who had loved her and then died. Though… when she thinks about him now, the memories seem to be… wrong. More like something from a book than real. She tries to tell him this but all that comes out is, “Never, until this.”

“So you’re scared then. It’s alright love, I’ll make it nice.” Another conflicting wave of lust and anxiety, and before she can sort it out in her head, Atlas sets a hand on the back of her neck and kisses her again. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she leans into his mouth. She just wants to kiss him, nothing else until she can think clearly again.

His rough hands gently push her down until she’s lying on the cot, and it squeaks as he climbs on it with her. Then he’s on top of her and all she can smell is him. He sets a hand on her knees and tries to push them apart, but they stay tight. Atlas gives them another push, a little harder than the last, but they don’t budge. Jackie knows she should open them but they stay together. She feels… relieved. Atlas doesn’t. “Are you still afraid? Were you lying to me? I don’t believe a good girl like you would do that. Do you want me?”

“I want you. I want to be touched.” She can’t lie to him any more than she can lie to herself. Part of her wants nothing more than to feel him inside of her. But her legs stay tight together. Jackie’s trying so hard to think straight but her thoughts keep sing-songing, rhymes she can’t remember ever hearing before running through her head. Good girls behave but she’s not behaving right now.

Atlas seems irritated, an ugly look coming over his face. Jackie fights through the cacophony in her head, trying to remember why she wants him to touch her so badly. This isn’t her Atlas, the one on the radio who looked out for her. And if it is him, then it’s a him she doesn’t want. Then the look is gone and his hands slide down to her thighs. Atlas leans in as far as he can, speaking softly to her. “Spread your thighs for me, would you kindly?”