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Restless.
She wasn't sure what woke her. Perhaps it was the way the moon fell through the collapsed roof of the home they'd set up in. Maybe the soft mumblings from her companion that slept away from her. Both probably.
She basked in the moonlight for a while longer, eyes sliding shut with sigh. It'd been some time since she last traveled by the pale glow. The full moon overhead felt like a midnight sun, rays a gentle caress in the cool desert air as compared to the harsh beat of it's reflected source. Comforting. Familiar.
"Please-"
A mumble had her eyes sliding open again. Sleep still clung to her body. Her concern called her to wakefulness more readily. She rolled onto her side, carefully watching Boone's back. Pale light spilled over his form, highlighting the twitch of his bicep that rested over his bedroll.
Cautiously she reached out. Fingers carefully, almost reverently touching his elbow.
"Boone," Her hand slid against his fevered skin to grasp his arm, "Boone, are you alright?"
A sharp inhale and a hand gripped hers. Callused hand holding tight as green eyes squinted over his shoulder.
"'m alright." His lips moved slow as he mumbled. His shoulders spread with a deep sigh before he rolled over onto his back.
Boone stared upwards, whether at the dilapidated roof or the moon, Six couldn't tell. But she watched him. Her hand remained in his gentle hold, now resting over his slowing heart rate.
"Bad dream?" She asked quietly.
"Always are," Boone said, head rolling to look at her. His eyes flickered, taking in her face in the pale light. Taking it to memory so maybe, just maybe, she could fight his demons for him. Like she had so far for the ones in reality.
She was a powerful woman. Charismatic, good shot, Vengeful. A burning vengeance that could scorch the Mojave a thousand times over like another nuke. Yet here she laid, hand on his chest, watching him with a gaze so soft. A softness he didn't deserve.
"Don't look at me like that," he insisted. He didn't turn away, eyes finally locking on hers.
"Like what?" She asked. Figures. Her kindness shockingly knew few bounds. Perhaps this was part of it. Maybe that's what was making his heart beat faster now, her kindness. He'd be stupid to believe that.
"Like I mean something-" before he could even finish speaking she slid closer.
"You do," her hands held his face, her body laid half across his, hair catching the moonlight and forming a silver halo around her head, "You mean something to me. I would raze the Mojave if anything happened to you. I have razed it for what has happened," That she had, the blood of Legion spattered across her face as the two raided their camp not a week ago. He'd thought at the time she seemed like some angel they'd talk about in the churches he never went to. One of their god's warriors sent to smite the wicked. He never thought she was sent for him, "Caesar's flag burns for all his sins, but I lit that fire knowing your suffering. If I could, I'd take it all away from you," the fingers of one hand brushed down his face, carefully tracing the side of his brow, the cut of his cheek, the corner of his mouth, "even if it meant we never met." Her words were quiet again, "I'd trade it all for you."
"Six, I-" Boone's voice seemed to bring her back a bit, her eyes darting back up to his in quick realization. "I didn't realize... I didn't think you... I don't deserve this. This type of care." He finally settled on, finding it hard to hold her gaze.
"You deserve everything," She insisted, "That will never change in my eyes. I am sorry to tell you like this, but I'm not sorry I've said it. You've needed to know for a while now." Her body moved, head leaning to press her forehead to his, eyes closing with a sigh.
For the first time in what felt like a long, long time, Boone dared.
One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter to him. His other hand slipped into her locks at the base of her neck, hand cradling her head. She sighed again, so sweet like. Like a cat being fed extra rations back in Arroyo.
"Didn't think this would happen again." He said quietly. He didn't need to tell her again about Carla.
"Are you sure?" She asked quieter, voice barely coming out over the sound of wind rushing the dust flats.
"Enough," He was going to leave it at that until she moved. She was gonna protest. "Enough to try." That settled her, pulling away only to press a kiss to his forehead before trying to lay her head into the crook of his neck. Tried. Because his hand tightened in her hair.
"Boone?" She asked.
"Do it right." He didn't mean to sound so harsh. So demanding.
"Oh," She breathed. He could see the smile on her face as she leaned down again, "Yes, sir." She hummed, tongue flicking out to wet her dry lips before allowing herself to kiss him properly. Chapped, rough, hot. A little forceful. A little clumsy. More teeth that he would've expected from her. She wasn't like her. And Boone liked it that way.
"Six," he breathed between their kiss. Asking for something. Something he didn't want to fully voice, not yet. Instead his arm around her moved so he could splay his hand across her lower back. He'd seen her bare back before- part of it at least. When they'd gotten caught poking around by the Brotherhood of Steel.
He pulled her undershirt up just enough to slide his fingers against her warm skin. Then dip in the waistband of her jeans. He could feel it, the two little dimples he'd spotted as she’d undressed. He brushed over them before committing to the furthest one and massaging the area. It pulled a small sound from the back of her throat.
"Boone, what are you doing?" There was amusement in her voice as she asked, but a deeper lit was present as well.
"Touching," he said simply. He felt the air she snorted out.
"Does that mean I'm allowed to, too?" Her thumb was busy stroking his face as she'd kissed him. Now it slipped, tracing along his jawline and brushing against his neck.
"Yeah, it does," an invitation spoken with a gravely quality to his voice.
"How much?" She whispered against the skin of his cheek, teeth nipping lightly as she moved.
So many emotions, so many memories overwhelming. One thing was clear though; Devotion. To her. And to him. A vaguely familiar desire reared its head in Boone.
"Everything."
She hummed against him, a quiet sound that eventually passed her lips. A leg ran along his, up across his thighs and nudging the growing tent in his fatigues. Boone grunted as her hips moved to straddle him, grinding and moving against him.
"Easy," Boone warned as her teeth bit roughly against his neck. At a second bite, his hand slid out of her pants and smacked her ass in punishment. All that got from her was a gasp and a moan. Very unlike the Her he thought he knew.
"Dirty girl," Boone groaned in her ear. He felt her lips smile against his neck before she pushed herself up to see him. She didn't get far, his hand still tangled in the hair at the base of her skull.
"I can be a hell of a lot dirtier," he didn't doubt that, "But right now, I just want you. No more words, no more waiting, just you." Her fingers splayed out on his chest, openly feeling him through the thin cotton shirt he always wore.
"Then do it."
She did, pulling his shirt from where it'd been tucked into his fatigues. Her hips rolled as her hands pulled back, tracing up her body to undo her belt. Then came her undershirt, Boone letting go of her hair for her to toss the thing off and to undo the clasp of her bra.
God how long had it been since he'd seen a pair of tits? Too long, given the way he felt his dick react to the sight.
She moved off him to remove her jeans, her underwear coming off with it. She finished undressing quick enough that she was able to help him pull his fatigues off. Commando. It was easier that way. Didn't seem to surprise her though. The moonlight caught her wide eyes as his erection popped up, a gleam in them that had him feeling like prey. A small gasp and her bottom lip was taken between her teeth.
"Mmm, next time," she said lowly. A decision he wanted to know about but didn't get the opportunity to ask. Her leg was thrown back over his hip. She pinned his dick between his abdomin and her cunt. Her hands braced herself on his torso as she began to move herself back and forth along his length. Her head rolled back with a gasping moan when he moved along with her.
Too long since he'd had pussy. Too long since he'd been with someone else. Too long since... He didn't want to think about that. Boone pulled her arm, dragging her down to catch her lips in a kiss again. His hand returned to hold the hair at the back of her neck. Her lips kept up well with his until they couldn't. Her hips lost their rhythm, dissolving into shaking as she tried to chase her own pleasure on him. Now, now while she was so wet and ready.
"Six," Boone breathed. She moaned back distractedly. The hand that wasn't fisted in her hair reached down to hold her hips up and away from him. She let out a pitiful noise. Pitiful.
This woman that defeated the best praetorian Caesar had. This woman that had begun deciding the fate of the entire Mojave. Whining now over her pleasure. He was going to get more noises out of her. More of that desperation. Maybe this was how he returned every favor she had done for him.
"Hold," Boone commanded in her ear. She listened, hips still jerking in the air as she awaited his instruction. He took himself in hand, pumping to fully coat himself with her slick. "Down, Slowly," he said, hand guiding himself to her entrance. It was a tight fit. Whether that's just the way she was or it'd been a while, he wasn't going to dwell on it. It felt good. Fuck, it felt good.
"Fuck, Boone, fuck. Oh God," She pressed against him, hot breath along his neck and short nails clawing against his shoulders. Seems she felt the same. He groaned as he pushed himself up the last bit to fully sheath himself in her. He held her there a minute, her inside twitching around him. "Please," she whispered, hips swaying in an attempt to gain some friction.
The hand in her hair tightened, pulling her head back so he could see her face. His brow tightened as he thrust up into her. Her mouth dropped open in a moan before her teeth caught her lip. Boone did it again.
He watched intently, eyes scouring her face in the moonlight. She didn't let her lip go but noises still slipped past. Her brows scrunched over closed eyes as she rode him. Her face the very expression of pleasure. He wanted to see more. Hear more. Feel more. Of Her. Commit her to memory. Sear her into his very thoughts so deep her body replaced his nightmares.
"Six. Oh, Six," Boone let her name fall from him like a chant. He felt her hair pull in an attempted nod. Her hips started shaking again, losing her rhythm.
"Boone, harder. Harder! Please!" Desperate cries as she clawed at him. And he obliged.
Boone pulled her close, sitting up before getting his legs under him. Kneeling at this angle, he gave a few more upward thrusts into the woman now clinging to him as tightly as he held her. Moans spilled unrestrained from her now. Every thrust punctuating a pause like a hiccup, replaced by a gasp before a whine left her lips again. If his body wasn't still so tired he'd keep this position.
The way he let go of her hair to hold the back of her skull should've been the first warning. But she was too lost in how much more forcefully Boone started fucking her. The initial stretch had been everything she'd hoped for. She'd wanted this a while now, though resigned that he likely wouldn't feel the same. Now though- Now he helped her fuck herself on him, the head of his cock sliding against just the right spot. His body against hers, his ragged breath and low noises, his heat, she wanted it all.
"Six, hold onto me," Fuck she thought she was already doing that. Her grip tightened, nails digging into his back. Then the world turned. A breath hissed out beside her ear as Boone landed on his elbows- thankfully on her bedroll rather than splintered hardwood.
"Fuck-!" She moaned out as Boone held her hips on his thighs, plowing into her like he was made to fuck her. The angle change had him thrusting more directly into the spot just inside of her. Pleasure shot up through her chest and forced more moans from her. Her hands desperately tried to keep him held to her but Boone pulled away.
The moonlight shone differently here. It splayed across her body, hiding nothing from his sharp gaze. Her arms had resigned their grabbing to lift above her head. She looked almost like one of those coy nudie mags that would lay out in the barracks. Save for him between her thighs.
"Beautiful," Boone breathed. His breath stuttered as she looked at him. Eyes glinting in the moonlight with such desperation and desire. Her insides twitched and squeezed around him. The feeling was foreign yet familiar. She was going to plague his dreams forever after this.
He gave in, his own hips beginning to break their consistency, and laid back down over her. His arms slid under hers, hands holding her shoulders to keep her from bouncing off him. His head ducked into her shoulder, lips just beside her ear.
"Come on Six, I know you're almost there," Boone panted, "for me, Six. Do it."
She squirmed in his grip and begged incoherently. Begged him. He shuddered against her, speaking more urgently against her ear, "Be a good girl, Six and cum for me. Wanna feel you before I do."
A broken cry left her not a moment later. Her legs tightened around his hips, her clawed hands dragged down his shoulders and back, her head turned to press against his. And he felt it. The way she tightened, her walls squeezing and rippling around him. Inside. He was going to cum inside her. Potential pregnancy be damned, he was going to stay right fucking there. And he did. A few more harsh thrusts, pushing himself as far and deep into her as he could, and he let go. His whole body shivered like hers had just a moment ago. His lips pressed against her ear, "Good girl, Six. Feel so good around me," more praises left his mouth as he rode out his orgasm inside of her.
The moon had finally moved enough to begin casting shadows, signaling the near end of night. Hopefully she'd be alright with staying around a little longer. He could at least try tempting her to stay longer.
"Hey," her voice was quiet, a slight rasp to it. Boone raised his head in question, breathing still labored. "Don't call me that unless we're like this," Boone was about to apologize, "I might just jump you right then and there."
No apologies needed.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Definitely," she smirked, a hand rubbing his back.
"I'll keep it in mind," every fucking waking hour until he had his hands back on her. He took that as the moment to pull back from her, grunting as he slipped out.
"That's going to make a mess," She groaned, hole fluttering as his cum spilled out after.
"Sorry." Apologies were needed now. Selfish he was, "I didn't mean... If it takes-" he hated the thought that maybe this time he'd get the chance he lost. Hated how thrilled he felt at the idea.
"Not this time." She interrupted him, "The wastes are dangerous and with the Legion's reputation, I don't take unnecessary risks. Now, while we still have things to do, is not the time to bring a child into this world," She looked to him, slight guilt on her face, "Sorry."
A relief. In a way. A little disappointment. But something about what she said had his mind working slowly, the way she said it.
"Not right now," he mumbled, hands massaging her hips, "But..?"
"With you?" She grinned, "Once New Vegas is settled and we hunt down the last of the Legion," she let her gaze wander down his scarred and lean body, "Then we can... Talk , about it."
"Never was one for talking," Boone said, lips quirking in a slight smile.
"Mm seems like you can be. With the right motivation." She hummed, smile turning coy. Boone could only huff before moving from between her legs. Reluctantly.
Cleaned up and settled back down, their bedrolls were pushed together. She threw a leg over his waist, her head resting on his shoulder. His own hand gently traced her shoulder while the other held her knee. The moon was almost out of view above them, dust and sand floating lazily through the air. She was in his dreams this time. It wasn't a nightmare or an old, bad memory like it usually was. Nor was it a replay or new fantasy of their relationship.
A hazy sunset. A rebuilt house. Red sand with several sets of small footprints. A smile. A gentle touch. A tarnished, golden band. A feeling of coming home.
Hope.
For the first time in a very, very long time. And this time it felt like it could last, whether by his will or hers.