I filled this for the kink-meme, but so far it's very kink-free. We'll see though :)
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The first time she heard Boone speak her knees almost buckled and she wanted to throw herself at his feet and beg him never to stop talking. It wasn't until later that she found out that he wasn't much of a talker; luckily he was handsome enough to almost make up it.
But seriously, no one that fucked up and unobtainable should be allowed to have a voice like that. It wasn't fair to the general population! There should be one Boone per household, just sitting somewhere looking pretty and talking. Mmm.
She wasn't the kind of girl who jumped at the opportunity to help people, unless they had something she needed, but she found herself agreeing to help him out. Free of charge.
And so, with the death of that bitch Jeannie-May, they began their journey out into the wastes to wander purposely and hopefully run into the guy who scrambled her brains on the way.
When in reality it was more like, walk aimlessly for a few days, give up, ask Boone for help and end up neck deep in legion. She soon figured out that asking him would just land her as far east as possible, so she stopped.
She figured as nice as it was to hear him talk, especially when he got angry because his voice got all growly and deep, it wasn't worth getting killed for. Now, after she'd offed the son of a bitch in the checkered suit, she might reconsider it.
Because hey, why the fuck not?