Chapter 1
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first Fallout fic and I've been thinking about if for a while now. My main inspiration coming from Trigun which, if you are a fan of that then you will see where my mind is on this. This is by no means a crossover. There will also be many different POV's. WARNING: This will contain sexual content. If you don't like that then either skip or don't read. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
November 15, 2086
It felt like she was never going to make it to the East Coast but like her mother used to tell her: "Never say never!". Regan smiled to herself as she roamed the dilapidated streets of Boston. It was so different from the desert, that was for sure, but she knew what she was looking for couldn't be far from her grasp now. She hoped that the rumors about the West Coast's biggest gang of raiders that disappeared and magically appeared in the Commonwealth were true. If not then she would be back to square one. Regan walked into an old bus sitting in the worn seats as she fooled with her pipboy. On the map it showed she wasn't too far from a settlement called Goodneighbor. She sighed and heaved herself onto her tired aching feet. She stopped to restock in Diamond City but it seemed that nobody had any info.
"Not too much farther" she smiled to herself. Once she was off the bus, a noise of debris getting pushed out of the way made her freeze. To her left there was a feral ghoul getting up and looking around until Regan caught it's eye. It growled and began to move forward but before it could charge, she was already a step ahead; running the opposite direction. At this rate I'll be there in half the time she cackled almost crazily. Regan could hear the ghoul's whaling lessen the farther away she got. Thank god she thought to herself as she slowed down and rounded a corner smacking into a wall of flesh. The girl winced as she landed on her butt hard, "Ow…" she rubbed it gingerly but looked up to see what it was that had blocked her way. She paled as the supermutant turned around to see what tapped him.
"You fight me?" he bellowed.
Regan quickly looked around to make sure he was talking to her. "U-uh no… handsome. I wasn't watching where I was going. So stupid of me aha...AHAHAHA" she flailed her arms around and the mutant began to laugh aloud too.
"Yes! Stupid puny humans with their stupid puny brains" he kept laughing. Seeing this was her chance for escape, she slowly crawled away but soon the girl was being held by the back of her coat like a cat being grabbed by the scruff. Regan was turned to face the mutant "Where you think you go?" he rancid breathe made her want to gag but she didn't want to offend her new friend. "Um… to the bathroom!" her happy voice coming out as a screech.
"Me think you were trying to escape" he squinted his eyes in suspicion.
"You think wrong" she forced a smile to try and reassure him but it failed.
"Me think you would be good as stew" he grinned.
Regan's eye bulged out of her head, a cold sweat running down her neck as she began panicking on what to say next.
"Me...um…" shit shit say something, anything!
"I er, me no good" when did I start talking like that?!
"Silly human. Didn't mommy ever say you don't know unless you try?" he joked as he carried Regan down the alley towards the bottom of a skyscraper. The lobby was full of hanging meat sacks and there were a few more super mutants sitting around with giant mutated dogs. Is this the end?!
The hounds growled hungrily at the fresh meat which didn't help the current predicament she was in right now. Suddenly she was dropped on the disgusting floor and she scurried around to face her captor. "This- this is a nice place ya got her" she grinned up at the him but the only response she got a was hard knock to the side of her skull.
~Regan's POV~
I couldn't tell how long I had been out of it for but when I came to, everything was upside down. The super mutants had all convened to argue about how I would taste best.
"Grill her!" one yelled.
"Boil her!" another argued.
"No no. She would be best as stew!" the supermutant who I assume brought me here chimed in.
At least I think it was, they all look and sound the same so I could be wrong.
"Excuse me" I called out with a friendly smile. I flinched when all ravenous eyes turned on me.
"If I don't pee it might ruin your meal" I tried.
They turned around, ignoring me as the continued their debate on how to cook a Regan. The one who seemed to be the leader spoke out.
"We will smoke her!" he yelled and they all agreed in a cheer. Jesus! How would they even do that? My question was answered when they started to pile wood on the floor below me. Once that was done they began to take my long trench coat to reveal my body armor. Next went my gun belt, then the rest save for my bra and underwear.
The leaders nose crinkled at my scarred up body "Humans are ugly".
They lit a low fire and waited. About 45 minutes I was still hanging there, dizzy from the small amount of smoke wafting into my nose mixed with the blood rush. Most of the supermutants had retreated to the upper levels, leaving two to guard the meal: me.
"How long this gonna take?" one grumbled.
"You mean you've never done this before?!" I asked in mock surprise.
I rubbed my chin pretending to be in thought, "Of course. This is all wrong. You have to put me in a box and then smoke me. Much faster I assure you!".
The two blinked up at me and then to each other before nodding. One got a cardboard box, while the other let me down. I hate to put down other races but these people were d u m b.
"Okay, now" I walked towards the box. The two nitwits seemed to forget I was the prey as I explained. "First you need to make a hole here" I pointed to the side. "Then you just put it next to the fire and… I go in like this" I stepped into the box and closed the top. "In about….er four hours? I should be done!" I said happily. Both mutants look pleased with themselves not even questioning why I would know anything about smoking food. I didn't but what they didn't know wouldn't kill them. It seemed luck really was in my favor because they left to go do who knows what. I stepped out and looked around; my stuff was on a nearby table. I quickly dressed and strapped my holster back on. After that I wasted no time bolting to Goodneighbor which was only a few blocks away.
By the time I got to Goodneighbor I was drenched in sweat from the humidity and my legs were killing me. Thankfully a kind bald stranger with sunglasses took notice. "You look like shit friend. You should head over to the Rexford. Usually it's 10 caps a room but if you throw in 10 more you'll get a hot bath" he smirked. Something about him seemed familiar, like really familiar. But a hot bath was more important to me than that. "Uh thanks. I owe you one" I laughed a little.
"Buy me a drink sometime and we'll call it even" he said before turning and walking off.
I checked into my room and dropped all my stuff off. There was a ratty old robe on the bed but it was clean so I put it on and headed to the bathroom I turned the faucet on and began to wash my body and hair. When I finished that, I plugged the tubs drain so it could fill and stepped out to sit on the edge, waiting. Once it was full, I sank in groaning as the hot water hit my sore muscles. I closed my eyes as I replayed today's events.
I went to Diamond City, met a crazy girl on the outside, helped her get in, met the Mayor and-.
Wait a minute, I quickly sat up, trying to visualize the conversation. One of the guards… that drifter! He was one of the guards! Was he following me? Did he already know I was here? Oh god… but how? How could he have found out so easily? I changed my name every settlement I entered so there was no way! Unless someone else was looking for me, I didn't exactly leave the west on good terms with everyone. I need to find that bald guy; he did say I owed him a drink so maybe I could get him then.
After an hour I stepped out of the tub and the sound of a rumble made me flinch. I forgot it had been a few days since I had eaten an actual meal. There was some old clothes in the dresser, a navy spaghetti strap sundress caught my eye as the comfiest thing. My luck really was changing when I found an old pair of sandals as well, that were a bit too small but it would work. I pinned my semi dry hair half up. This would have to do I guess. I grabbed a yellowed-white knitted sweater to cover my back and shoulders. hankfully the dress covered the scarring on my chest.
I walked outside to see the city was still bustling with life but something seemed to have the patrons congregating to the left. There was a voice high up on the balcony as I made my way around to see what was going on. It was a man in a red coat and tricorn hat addressing the citizens, this must be the Mayor of Goodneighbor. And he was a ghoul, wow that was… pretty amazing or at least I thought so.
"-what in the big friendly Commonwealth would want to tear us apart?" he asked in a gravelly entrancing voice. Entrancing.. What? I shook my head but a familiar voice answered the Mayor; "The Institute and their synths!". My head snapped in the direction in which the bald man's voice came. The Mayor's speech fell on my deaf ears, because at the moment all I wanted to do is get to that man and bombard him with questions. As I got close to the figure, he seemed to notice and looked to me in fake confusion. "How about that drink?" I asked. "Not right now doll. I've got somewhere to be" he smirked and turned to retreat but I grabbed his wrist. He looked back at me with a raised brow.
"What's the big hurry?" I asked with an innocent smile.
"I just want to repay you for that tip off".
His smirked quickly vanished but before he could run and have me chase after him, the Mayor called down to us.
"You two! Come up here for that jet I promised. Now" His command sent a shiver down my back, this could be anything but good.
The next thing I know, baldy and I are standing in the Mayor's office while he's taking a hit of jet. "Have a seat" he commanded with a crooked smile.
We both sat down with some distance, across from the Mayor. "What was all that about down there? Thought there'd be some kinda tussle between lovers if I didn't step in" he wiggled his nonexistent eyebrows at me. I went to cut him off but my stalker beat me to it. "She's mad because I told her to stay in Goodneighbor while I took care of business North" his lie was so smooth it almost fooled me, almost.
"Oh yeah?" Hancock grinned mischievously and then looked to me to fill in the blanks. I can't believe I'm doing this "Of course I'm upset!" I raised my hands in the air. "He does this to me all the time! We pick up and move and he goes out to God knows where and I struggle to find work every. Damn. Time. And then once I get a steady job, he swoops in and takes me somewhere else". I shoved my back into the couch, crossing my legs and folding my arms. For a second there was an awkward silence. Baldy was going to say something but I interrupted by smacking him on the chest with the back of my hand. "AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT. Tell him about what you did to me in Diamond city. Tell 'im!" I stared expectantly. See how he gets out of this one, I inwardly smirked.
I saw the flash of playful challenge behind his sunglasses, I couldn't actually see his eyes but I knew it was there. "I told you that was a one time mistake. You're my one and only baby girl" his voice went slightly husky at the last part.
Wow this guy was good, I was having a hard time keeping us with the lies. We couldn't continue our faux argument however because the ghoul coughed to interrupt us.
"I think I may have a solution to your problems" he kept the smirk on his face.
We both eyed each other before looking at the man across from us. "I'm in need of someone to do my paperwork. Check stock, plan, assist, you name it. Kinda like a secretary, and since you need a job, I don't see why you couldn't do it. You seem smart enough" he grinned.
I couldn't tell if that was a compliment or not but this may give me something to do while I work on my own things.
"You'll get a place to stay with hot water and pretty much all the chems you could want!" he continued.
"Well, it's a very generous offer. I'll take it!" I smiled brightly. Yep, things were really in my favor today. "Just tell me your name and you've got the job. I'm Mayor John Hancock" he said proudly. "That your maiden name?" I couldn't help the grin that glued to my face. Hancock's eyes widened for a second but were replaced by warmth as he guffawed loudly. I extended my hand to shake his "My name is Raina Summers and this" I turned to 'my other half' "Is Gaylord Herbert!" I smiled in mock admiration at him.
The quick hard look he gave had told me I won the war of who could out lie who. "Raina… well you'll definitely fit in around here with that attitude" he grinned widely.
"Don't worry Mr. Herbert. I'll take real good care of her" he smirked down at 'my man'. Something about his words made me shift uncomfortably.
After the exchange, my mystery man and I headed down to the Third Rail and sat at a table in the back with our drinks. "You know technically, you owe me the drink now" I said pointedly.
"Me? You're the reason we got sent up to the dean's office in the first place" he said arrogantly. "And why did you have to give me such a silly name?" his lip twitched upward.
I could tell he was trying very hard to be mad. "Because you deserved it" I smiled as I took a swig of my whiskey and cola.
"But compulsive lying isn't why I wanted to talk to you" my expression went blank.
"And what would that be? Hey, what's your problem with me anyway?" he whined like a kid.
My eye twitched a bit, "I know you've been following me" I hissed.
His eyebrow raised "There are a lot of bald men with my build who wear sunglasses in the Commonwealth. I kind of feel like you're profiling me".
"No. Don't give me that bull, I know it's you because you were staring right at me in Diamond City-"
"A little full of yourself aren't we?" he smirked.
"You were staring pretty hard. It was creepy, like a pedophile watching a school yard".
He huffed "I wasn't staring that har-" he cut himself off before he could finish.
"The jig is up!" I pointed, mimicking his childish behavior.
"You caught me, well sue me! But it's not you who I'm actually looking for" he explained.
I raised a brow in disbelief, "I travel around. Here, Diamond City and other places to pick up dirt on everyone".
"So, when you leave you'll have dirt on me?" I cocked my head, I was on my third drink and it was starting to hit.
"Not really. I mean you're just a newcomer I've run into twice. Which now that I think about it, it's very suspicious on your part" he wagged his brows at me.
"I guess you're right" I quipped sarcastically.
Our conversation fell into silence, hopefully this guy knew I was joking. I didn't want to have an unneeded problems.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"I'm looking for someone. Heard they might be somewhere in the Commonwealth" I put simply.
He raised an eyebrow as if to beckon me to explain further but I left it at that.
I needed to get out of here before I ended up giving away anymore; alcohol did that to me. "It was nice meeting you Gaylord. I'll see you around" I stood but before I could walk off he spoke again.
"Just call me D" he smiled but this time I could tell it was genuine.
"Okay D" I smiled back, turning to head back to the hotel. However, he called out to me again "Aren't you going to tell me your name?".
"Already did" I answered, not looking back.
~Deacon's POV~
For the first time in my life I was speechless as the young woman before me retreated to the stairwell. She saw right through me, and countered every lie that came out of my mouth. Nobody had been able to detect my lies since… Barbara. She would always call me out on my bullshit and that's one of the things I loved about her. Raina, was that really her name? Of course it wasn't, it takes a frequent liar to know another dishonest person. Maybe she still thought I was actually stalking her. I couldn't let her get away, I needed to know her, I was reigning king of lies and Raina was challenging my throne.
I went up to the bar to get a bottle of wine and two glass, then proceeded to the hotel. I stopped in front of her room, suddenly my confidence drained like air out of a balloon. Now or never. I tapped my shoe on the door and after a few seconds I was met by the same girl as before but this time she was in a long nightgown and ratty striped robed.
"When I said I'd see you around I didn't mean see you in 10 minutes" she deadpanned. She looked exhausted but sleep would have to wait for her. "I wasn't done drinking and I don't like to drink alone" I lied smoothly. It seemed to work though and my confidence came back. I ignored the voice in the back of my mind telling me that, if she wasn't so haggard down, Raina probably would have seen through that.
"Well, I don't have to start my job for another day so I don't see why not" she yawned and turned around to sit on the couch. I followed and placed the glasses and bottle on the coffee table, the only light in the room came from some candles. To an outsider this would have looked like a romantic evening but to me, this was a self proclaimed mission.
I poured both glasses and handed one over to her, for the next hour we ended up talking about trivial bullshit. The girl seemed to wake up some because she suggested a game.
"Two truths and a lie" she smiled mischievously.
"Why not one truth and two lies?" I chuckled.
"Because. That's too easy for people like us. Lying becomes second nature, almost to the point where sometimes we don't even know what the truth is anymore. Of course we have our own reasons for doing so" she grinned but it disappeared when she looked at my blank face.
"Or maybe no reasons" she murmured.
"Oh, sorry. I was spacing out for a second" I laughed.
"How about you go first since you suggested it?" I tried to bring the spirits back up.
By the look on her face I could tell it worked.
"Okay. One- I grew up in a vault, Two- I've never killed anything, and Three- I'm married".
The first one had to be true, a lot of people grew up in vaults. Some even still live in them, so number one is true. There was no way she hasn't killed anyone out here, hell I've met little kids who have killed something. And with that drop dead gorgeous figure and matching face to boot, no man would pass up the chance to marry her. Not that I would.
"Two is a lie" I smirked, that was too easy.
"Wrong" she sipped on her wine, not looking at me.
"You're full of shit" I stated.
"But I'm not. I've only survived on pure luck" her eyes seemed to sadden a bit.
"Then why haven't you killed anyone?" I blinked.
"This game is getting boring" she tilted her head back on the cushion, staring up at the ceiling.
She wasn't going to get away with brushing off such a proclamation but an idea popped up into my head. Raina seemed to be more honest when she was inebriated. I saw the canister of jet that Hancock had given her, sitting on the table. I dug through my pocket for mine and handed the other one to her.
"Ever tried this before" I asked to seemingly change the subject.
"A few times. But never with the company of someone else" she eyed me curiously.
"Here's to the future of America" I tapped my canister against her and took a deep inhale.
She followed suit and inhaled hers. My plan was to get her to confess everything there was to know about 'Raina' but it turned into something different.
I opened my eyes and the breath hitched in the back of my throat. The swirling of candle light surrounded her beautiful face. Her strawberry blonde hair was almost a matching color to the small flames. Then there was her eyes, her cobalt eyes were sparkling like sapphires. I started to have an out of body experience.
~3rd Person POV~
Deacon was entranced by Regan's goddess like beauty. He brought both his hand up to cradle her face, his fingers caressing the soft skin. Regan blinked, a feeling of apprehension building in the bottom of her stomach. She felt one of his hands move down to loosely hold the back of her neck. Deacon leaned in gently brushing his lips over hers. Regan shuddered at the feathery contact and gasped when he deepened the kiss. She didn't know what she was doing, this was completely new to her. If Regan was sober she would have pushed him off in fear that if it went too far, then he would see her disgusting body. But right now, in this moment it felt right.
Shaking hands wrapped around Deacon's neck and he took that as a sign to keep going. He gently pulled her into his lap, afraid he might break her fragile looking body. In the midst of their steamy make out session, Deacon's sunglasses fell to the floor. When they broke apart for air, Regan took note to his steel blue eye.
"Your eyes… are really pretty" she panted.
"I know that you're trying to hide your identity but I think you look nicer withou-".
Regan's words were cut off by a ravenous kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance. Deacon's lips roamed down her neck, nibbling where her neck and shoulder met. Regan threw her head back, letting out a quiet whine as she ran her hands over the man's shoulders.
The railroad agent moved down to kiss her collarbone, his hands moving to pull her robe down but small hands tightly grasped his wrists, almost painfully.
"Are we going too fast?" he whispered in a husky tone.
Regan touched her forehead to Deacon's, gasping for air. Deacon felt worried when he didn't get a response right away and she still had a deathgrip on both of his wrists.
"I-it's just…" she whimpered.
"What is it?" Deacon pressed her forehead with her's this time to reassure her.
"You've never done this before?" his tone was teasing but a bit strained.
"No. Well yeah, I've never done this before but that's not the problem" her lips quivered as she spoke.
"My body is mangled with scars and I don't want to scare you away" she whispered.
Deacon felt something in his heart, something eerily familiar but he quickly pushed it back in his mind.
"I'm sure it's not that bad… if it would make you feel better I can blow out the candles?" he smiled his genuine smile to ease her mind.
If it weren't for the drugs and alcohol in her system, Regan would have already kicked him out but she was so full of desire and this was probably the only chance she would get to be with someone.
"O-okay. Sure, we can do that" she smiled softly. That feeling is Deacon's chest reared its ugly head again but he skillfully ignored it.
He stood and blew out all the candles, all the could be seen was their silhouettes. Deacon undressed and could hear Regan hesitantly take her clothes off by the couch. He reached for her hand and took it in his own, leading her to the bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered into her ear. He felt her hair as she nodded an affirmative and with that he kissed her cheek almost lovingly.
He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her onto the bed. He was surprised to feel the rough uneven texture of skin on her shoulders but ignored it. "Lay back dear" he commanded sofly. He saw the outline of her body do as it was told and he smirked in good hearted triumph.
He bent over her and kissed her chastley before leaving a trail of light kisses down her neck. He moved his head down further, gently kissing one of her nipples before lightly sucking on it.
Regan mewled at the new and amazing feeling, her back arched at a particularly hard nip.
Deacon's other hand roamed over to the neglected mound and found that his one felt like it had some of the same rough feeling Regan's shoulders did. He gently massaged it before switching his hand for his mouth. "Aahh" Regan let out a whimper as she gently massaged the top of Deacon's head.
Once said man was satisfied with his work, he kissed gently down her flat stomach; running into more scar tissue. For someone who has never killed anybody, you would think otherwise with all of these scars.
His tongue dipped into her belly button which elicited a gasp and a slight jerk from the female below him. Deacon looked up to her and grinned "Ticklish?".
"S-shush" she gasped out in a strained voice.
Deacon quickly swirled his tongue around her belly button again, receiving the same reaction. He chuckled lightly but continued his journey down south. To his surprise, there was no scarring on her legs but he would question her later.
He sucked and nipped on her inner thigh not doubt leaving a lasting bruise. Deacon could smell me desire, it was intoxicating. Taking his to time reach her center, he switched between nibbling and kissing one thigh while his hand massaged the other leg.
Regan was a moaning mess. She wouldn't have waited this long to have sex if she knew it was this enjoyable.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of lips kiss her core and she opened her mouth in a silent cry.
Deacon was cautious but continued when he got the reaction he was hoping for. His tongue moved in slow lazy circles around the bundle of muscles. She tasted so fresh and clean; not like the others he had slept with to get information. It was like everything about this woman was pure. He moved his tongue down to her opening and repeated the swirling action, occasionally dipping in.
His left hand roamed up to massage her breast and was slightly surprised when a hand moved over his. "D-D!" Regan cried out as a wave of hot white euphoria hit her. There were black dots in her vision, now that the girls eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
Deacon stood and scooped an arm under her back, moving her further up the bed. He nestled in between her legs.
He ran both hand up her outer thighs to calm her shaking but it didn't do much to help.
"Hey, it's okay if you want to back out" he whispered.
Regan snapped her eyes open "This is probably the only chance I'll have for a long time so yes I'm sure". She smiled warmly up at him but mentally kicked herself realizing he couldn't see her face.
"Okay. We go at your pace" he murmured.
Deacon aligned himself to Regan's entrance and slowly massaged around it. He pressed in about an inch and bit back a groan. She's so hot and tight Deacon thought, clenching his jaw.
"You do okay down there?" he asked in a ragged voice.
"Yes!" she whined arching her back to allow him in more.
"You want more?" he grinned slyly.
"Yes" she moaned wontonly.
"Beg for it" he demanded
"W-what?" Regan.
Deacon withdrew and smiled as she whined in protest.
Tears began to well up in Regan's eyes "Please" she whispered.
"Please what?" Deacon began to rub his tip at her entrance.
"I need you" she gasped.
Deacon's mouth went dry at the sound of her voice and pushed in further than before.
"Ngh!" Regan's hand flew up, her nails digging into Deacon's upper arms. She let out a choked sob, I change my mind, this is NOT fun. To her surprise, Deacon leaned forward and left gentle kisses up her neck. "Let me know when I can move" he murmured.
Please let that be soon, this is killing me he cried in his head.
After what felt like an eternity before the pain subsided "O-okay" she whimpered.
Deacon slid back and pushed all the way in "You're so tight" he groaned through clenched teeth.
Regan wrapper her legs lazily around Deacon's waist as he pounded into her. Her arms were dead weight on either side of her as her mind went to mush.
Deacon wasn't fairing much better, feeling his climax getting close. It had been sometime since he laid with anyone but this was still faster than usual; this girl was wearing him down fast. No, no, not yet he panicked but his body was against him. Deacon quickly pulled out and came into his hand.
Alright now's the part where I get dressed and leave but that didn't happen. He hooked his hands under Regan's knees and placed them on his shoulder as he lapped up the sweet juices while two fingers massaged her G-spot. "Oh god… ah- ahh" Regan cried out as she came for the umteenth time that night.
They stayed like that, catching their breathes the moonlight shining into the room and illuminating the two sweaty bodies. Deacon stared, mesmerized by how beautiful she was.
Regan fidgeted under his gaze, self conscious about her scars. Her partner for the evening dropped her knees and crawled on top of her; his face close to hers. "Sooo" he grinned cheekily "How was I?".
Regan blinked in surprise, he didn't seem like the type to care about someone's opinion of him. She smiled thoughtfully "I don't know. I don't have anything to compare it to".
The girl caught the look of mock offense on his face and laughed. "I mean, it hurt at first but I really did enjoy it" she said softly.
Regan couldn't read the expression on his face before he kissed her but this time it felt different, it felt as if they were kissing for the very first time. But as soon as it started, it was over. 'D' rolled over and plopped onto one side of the bed, pulling her with him. They spooned like that as they fell asleep.
~Deacon's POV~
When I woke up the next morning the faint smell of sex was in the hair and my face was buried into a mess of strawberry blonde hair.
Wait.
I stayed here last night? With her? I actually surprised myself when I had kept going after I had finished. Usually after getting off with someone I immediately got dressed and turned tail but I kept going last night…
Visions of what happened flashed before my eyes and I scurried to get up out of the bed; this is when I noticed the extent of the girls scars. There were a few on her back that looked to be from old knife wounds; some were clearly old bullet wounds as well. It was weird though, they suited her and now I wouldn't be to picture her without them; I didn't want to she was… still perfect.
What possessed me to stay with her? This is how people formed relationships and in my line of work that was out of the question. I had to end this quickly but I don't-
My inner turmoil paused as Raina sat up groggily "Ugh… my head" she groaned, rubbing it gingerly.
~Regan's POV~
I to the sound of scrambling behind me and rolled onto my back; a sharp pain shot between my legs and the rest of my body wasn't doing to good either. All my muscles were sore and I had a pounding headache. Sitting up, I rubbed my head. I shouldn't have drank so much last night...
Wait.
I lost my virginity last night. I actually showed someone my body, the one thing I had sworn to cover forever. Slowly I peered over to the left and saw D standing there, looking as lost as I felt right now.
I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "So those are your scars huh?" I couldn't read his tone at all.
"Y-yeah" I looked down, here we go.
"You know-" he cut himself off, looking to be in thought and he smiled.
"Good idea on blowing those candles out, I probably wouldn't have been able to get it up if I saw that" he gestured towards my body.
My body froze at the friendly veiled insult, I grabbed my hands to keep them from shaking. "You were still a pretty good one though, so I'll give you that!" he said merrily as he pulled his pants up and grabbed his t-shirt, walking towards the door "I'll see you around okay?".
For the first time I felt a new emotion bubble up: anger.
~3rd Person POV~
Before she knew what she was doing, Regan got up and calmly put her ratty old robe on. She then walked up to Deacon with a bright smile on her face. Deacon didn't see the flying fist coming for his chest before it was too late. One minute he was in the hotel room and the next moment he was up against the wall on the other side of the wall?! The man was in pure shock.
Regan's bright expression didn't waiver "Yep see you around. Excuse me while I prepare for my new job" she turned to get her things together.
"What the hell just happened?" he whispered to himself.
A/N: Okay so they next few chapters may not be so long but I want to know what you guys thought! Let me know if my switching of POV's are confusing or not so I'll be sure to change it in the next chapter if needed. Also, just to clear up any confusion: Raina is Regan and D is Deacon. They don't know each other's identities. R&R