A short one-shot of Courier and Veronica. Took me two hours to do this, took y'all minutes.
Courier 6:
My companion, Veronica, and I begin to settle down for the night in our makeshift camp. The stars sure are beautiful tonight, as much as Veronica. We've been traveling together since the Battle of Hoover Dam; sure she's a smart-ass, and I want her to be my smart-ass.
"How come you never wanted to go back to the Brotherhood?" I ask while cooking a couple of geckos over the fire, "I'm not complaining, but why not? I would kill to see Ma and Pa again, if I remember who they were."
Veronica chuckles slightly, but stops as she looks at the bullet scars on my head. I had Benny right where I wanted him, and he kicked my cunt to escape. Veronica was there with me, but she was too concerned about me than getting the bastard who shot me. Cesar's Legion captured him, and as soon as I got the news I had him crucified. He deserved it for taking my memories that I hope were happy.
"No, I don't; not after the way they treated you." She smiles breaking her gaze from the stars, "They treated you like a inhibited little girl. You are sweet and put others first, always."
Turning the gecko meat over I plop my ass next to Veronica's, our bodies are mere inches apart. Her heat provides warmth in the freezing Mojave. It couldn't be better, well it could, but who's rushing?
I turn to face my partner having a staring contest with the stars, "Let me ask you something."
"When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much…" she trails off seeing the look of seriousness I give, "Shoot. No! Don't shoot! Ask away."
I can't help but laugh at her antics. She is funny and caring, and that's why I love her. In my fit of laughter, Veronica begins to tickle my ribs. I begin snorting with laughter, and fall onto my back with her assault continuing. Veronica straddles my waist, and gives me a moment to catch my breath. I'm laying on my back, and staring into her beautiful eyes. I cease the opportunity and kiss her.
She blushes in faint glow of the fire. Her lips move to form words, but she is silent. Her tongue moves over her lips, seemingly to taste them, with a hint of embarrassment playing over her face. She doesn't feel the same way about me as I do to her. She hates me now.
"Really?" she asks causing fear, anxiety, and regret to rise within me, "Do you really feel that way?"
I nod with honesty; prepare for her to spit on my face, and crush my heart into trillions of pieces of dust. I can already see me without her, I'd spend every night in the Gomorrah with a cheap floozy, and cheaper booze.
Veronica holds my shoulders down, and whispers to me, "I've felt the same way. I was afraid to ask."
She rolls off of me, and hands me one of the cooked geckos. We eat together in a conformable silence, while listening to the coyotes bark and yip at one another. Today is absolutely perfect. I confessed my love to Veronica, and receive the same love. Nothing could tear us apart.
We move our sleeping mats beside each other, and cuddle one another. The woman I love is sleeping with me! Today couldn't get any better! I drape an arm around her stomach, and pull her closer to me. We fall into a peaceful sleep, peaceful for the Mojave anyway. I keep one hand on my 9mm pistol with the word Grace engraved on it, and keep one eye open as Veronica and I rest our heads.
Today is over, but tomorrow holds a new adventure.
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