I think i'm gonna take a different track with this one, it just spoke to me. Enjoy Anons. Song is: When Did You Fall in Love by Chris Rice
Long freezing nights were nothing new in the desert wasteland known as the Mojave. The blistering sun during the daytime gave way to a deceptive chill at night. Just right for the Legion, just right for Daniel Godwin.
She sat beside him, a smile on her face as she "sneakily" slid a package of Fancy Lads his way. He stole a glance and grinned in thanks. She had a way about her. He swore she was gay, but it was the little things. Normally she would punch a man to death for stealing her precious snack cakes, but she had begun sharing.
She had been distraught when she was forced from her own home like a common criminal for daring to question authority. It never mattered to McNamara that not twelve hours ago Dan was knighted as a brother of steel, a fate that was met with an ecstatic squeal and a kiss on the cheek from Veronica, yet another in the growing list of "Little Things".
However after the initial shock and subsequent horror of the murder of her soon to be employers at the Followers camp an hour's walk from New Vegas, she had warmed to Dan even more than the many months she'd been following him. Sitting closer, speaking more warmly, even so much as a lingering touch that if he weren't such a thinking man, he would mistake for a friendly pat on the back had those "pats" not taken entire seconds, nay, moments to pass. She was a strange bird, but Dan would be lying if he did not appreciate the closeness of the beautiful pugilist.
Tonight she was close again, right beside him on the same log although there were three more to choose from. Primm was a few feet below him but she wanted more privacy than that. Dan didn't mind as he looked to the stars in wonder like a child on clear nights like these. If there were any way to make it to the stars, he would stay there for ever with his beautiful Veronica by his side on...Pluto or wherever.
"Thank you, Ronnie. What's this for? Not that I ain't grateful". Dan said in his strong voice. He swore he saw her shiver when he spoke. The chill wind or...
"Wow, for a Brotherhood knight you aren't very bright...Oh wait a minute, maybe I just answered my own statement." Veronica teased.
Dan laughed with her. Something about the way she laughed. All the "Little things" surely added up.
"I guess that's accurate. C'mon, don't be mean." Dan said with a grin, sitting back by the fire and unwrapping the treat that Veronica had graced him with.
"Even the assholes who murdered my new bosses remembered their birthdays!" Veronica said, no longer stoic about last month's happenings, choosing to face it with her trademark sense of humor rather than dwell on sadness. Her process was yet another thing on his list.
"My birthday." he sighed, face palming. "Sorry, had a brain fart. Been so busy with this Nellis shit that I plain forgot."
It wasn't so long ago that Daniel wouldn't have been able to tell Veronica his birthday no matter how hard he thought about it. It was only after splitting with her after a very long, very warm hug to explore the divide that he finally had answers. And the more his brain unraveled itself, the more he remembered. He was not a good person, but he didn't care. He had reasons to fight on! He would fight on, Dammit!
"Listen, I got you something. I even wrapped it up!" Veronica cried her. She had her ways. Another on his list.
"You didn't have to..." Dan started before she produced a very large gift wrapped item.
"Hey don't go stealing my line! Happy birthday! Now unwrap it before I do it myself!" Veronica said excitedly.
"That wasn't your line. I didn't squeal and say 'You shouldn't have'." Daniel teased as he unwrapped his gift carefully.
"Thought of you." Was all she said as he finished unwrapping, beside himself and unable to form words at the moment.
Sitting in the box was the most beautiful, as well as one of the largest, plasma weapons he had ever seen.
"Veronica...Where did you..." Daniel started, again at a loss for words.
"It's called a Multi-plasma rifle. I know your affinity towards those dumb things and I saw this and I thought of you." Veronica said, cheery.
"How did you even afford this, Ronnie?" Dan whispered.
"More sexual favors than I can count..." She started before pausing with a humorous grin on her face, looking at him. She had said that line to him before and he got it as he laughed, still staring at his new baby.
"No, It really wasn't that expensive. Only cost me a couple thousand at the Silver Rush. Hate working with them, but you know..." Veronica said with a shrug.
"Thank You! It is beautiful." Daniel said. Forgetting himself for a moment, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a long moment. Her hood was down so he sifted his calloused fingers through her short black hair. The fire flickered and the orange highlights in her dark strands and brown eyes made her look like a fiery angel, and he could not help himself. His happiness, surprise, and libido sprung forth in the form of a very romantic lip lock. And too soon it was over as he opened his eyes and jerked his face away from hers.
She looked genuinely surprised, but... she had not punched him. In fact she had begun to return the kiss, pushing her face even closer to his.
"Umm, why did you stop?" Veronica asked.
"You're gay, I mean, lesbian...right?" Dan sputtered apologetically.
"What is a person anyway? If you were to ask me, which you did, when we first met id say yeah, totally, im gay. But..." Veronica suddenly paused with a flush to her cheeks.
"But?" Daniel prompted.
"Well, you grew on me. You have just made me fall for you over time." Veronica said, and the firelight revealed a very different look in Veronica's energetic brown eyes.
Her eyes had gone from youthful, bright and energetic, to two of the most beautiful orbs he had ever seen filled to the brim with sensual sexuality. Add another to his list, her beautiful eyes.
"Veronica...You, Your eyes are beautiful." Daniel said in a near whisper.
She smiled softly at the compliment and she brought her lips to his this time, their softness making him forget how to breathe for a minute. When he relearned, his lips worked with hers as hands started to roam. He loved her close cropped black hair which, although rarely styled, made her look like a sexy imp.
His fingers explored her soft hair and travelled down her toned back. Her hands touched his muscles underneath his white shirt. Their power armor sat long forgotten under a nearby picnic bench.
As the fire burned, so did their desire. Veronica lay down, pure love and need in her eyes as her lips slowly formed a flirtatious smile. She curled her finger at him and he grinned as he lay beside her. Daniel resumed their kiss and soon tongues parted lips and the kiss was complete, the mere touch of wet soft lips brushing upon one another not nearly enough for the moment.
Veronica's thin nimble fingers made short work of Daniel's tight form fitting white shirt and threw it to the side, somewhere in the vicinity of their power armor and their assorted bags.
Her loving eyes explored the naked flesh which she was now treated to as the traitorous shirt was now no more, laid waste in the heated passion that was growing between two former friends who now had finally found the fountain of youth, a towering formation of burning fire and fluffy love off of which they dove and entered into the cool waters below.
This was when Veronica reached to the hem of her ratty brown robe that looked SO good on her and lifted it away to reveal black bra and panties to his eyes. Knowing how unfair this turn of events was, Daniel smiled warmly and removed his own denim jeans and tossed them aside, totally forgotten among a grove of Horse nettle.
Intense. Sexual. Needy. These were the adjectives which the seemingly innocent Scribe portrayed in this moment. Underneath it all, she had fallen in love with Daniel. Daniel Godwin, the Savior of the Wasteland who no matter how hard he tried, could ever seem to bring peace to every tribe. No matter what, somebody got ticked at him and tried to murder him and everything he was fighting to protect and grow.
It seemed to him that he wasn't good enough for perfection personified, a naive young girl from California with stars in her eyes and a pneumatic gauntlet on her wrist. He seemed to be too flawed in his own mind for a beautiful girl named Veronica Santangelo, a notion which the wonderful Scribe gave no shit about.
They were naked during his inner monologue, which Daniel quickly threw out of his head and into the chill Mojave wind, heated just now by a roaring fire that mirror both Courier and Scribe's current feelings.
They sweat in the cold air as penis penetrated vagina and she moaned aloud in the sexy as ever voice of hers. She let out a few "Oh fucks" and "fuck me's" that betrayed her waiflike appearance, but he loved it. His groans and grunts and fragmented sentences of passion unleashed escaped him and mingled perfectly with her smaller but ever-so passionate voice to create a symphony of...not lust, but pure love into the wilds of the wastes.
He was atop her, her lithe legs spread as her body lay before him to gaze at and make love to at his whim, as it was her whim. Her wetness was adorned with a triangle of black hair, trimmed neatly which pointed directly at her opening. Her clitoris protruded from its hood, engorged in blood as it was rubbed via reach around by Daniel's rough-hands-made-velvet due to Veronica's copious liquids.
Daniel's other hand covered the entirety of Veronica's smallish but exquisitely perky breasts, each adorned with fine pink nipples and areolas. He squeezed to hear her gasp, thrust to hear her moan.
The sex was great, as was the meeting of minds during the act. As Veronica rolled the lovemaking duo over to allow herself the top position, she winked and bit her bottom lip as she rode his rigid shaft with all abandon. She shrieked into the night as she came and had to stop as she rode the feelings rippling her muscles out and sighed as she climbed off and slowly crawled backward.
Her smooth hand squeezed his shaft as she licked the length of his shaft to his long groan of appreciation. She flicked her tongue back and forth on the head and without taking her brown and red tinted eyes from his adoring stare, took half of him into her warm wet mouth at once.
He was impressed and his approval was apparent as she sucked him. The two new lovers looked at each other as Veronica went lower and lower with each slow stroke, before burying his shaft completely in her mouth, now effectively deep-throating him.
He felt very close to release before her warm inviting mouth was removed and he felt the cold air on his shaft only briefly before being enveloped in the delicious heat of her pussy again. His brain fought his closing eruption for a fleeting instant to tell him to pull out, but it was forgotten as his orgasm built and he unloaded directly into Veronica's viselike pleasure center. His last thought, drowning in ecstasy was that he was in love with Veronica unlike any other. He wanted her and God willing, she wanted him.
Sleep was closing in as Veronica dislodged herself from Daniel's softening prick and closed in tightly to his sweaty body under the covers. She lay her head on his shoulders dreamily, her sweat soaked short hair tickling his nose, a thought he would betray only under the severest torture in fear of breaking this beautiful, tranquil moment.
"Daniel?" she asked breathily. He looked into her dewy eyes.
"Please stop calling me Ronnie. It makes me sound so masculine." Veronica whispered. Dan grinned contentedly.
"You have my word. Veronica?" Dan asked.
"I know what you're about to say but I want to say it first." Veronica pre-empted.
"Daniel?" She continued, "I love you."
"I love you too Veronica. I have for a long, long time." Dan answered.
And with those beautiful words at the end of the act of love making, the dynamic duo, the lively lovers, Courier and his Scribe slept, unfitfully with no dream in their head, perfectly content in the cold Mojave air.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Sometimes things happened so fast. Especially in a place that is gearing for war at any moment, a powder keg of hostility as the NCR and Legion were fighting to gain certain foot holds while Dan Godwin was torn in the middle.
No one liked the Brotherhood of Steel, a fact that Veronica had warned him of way back, but after meeting with the leaders, and of course, Veronica herself, His mind had changed. Many NCR leaders had told him to beware the Brotherhood as idealistic warriors who only cared for technology.
Caesar told Dan that they were a threat to him. But then, after what Daniel had seen from that particular group, they could literally go to hell. He was not about to tell the marauders that sentiment face to face. He was brave, but not stupid. He did not have a death wish.
Two months had passed while all of this information was crammed into Daniel's brain. The Kings had settled hostilities with NCR visitors. Benny was taken care of permanently and the Tops casino was given to Swank who immediately struck a deal with Dan to be available when he made his decision for the fate of New Vegas.
Now here he sat in the suite that he and Veronica had christened as home. Mr. House had been an easy target. The securitrons in which he had placed so much faith in had proven mediocre in their duties. They all had fallen and as a joke, Daniel killed the conniving Mr. House with a 9 iron.
He sat across the table from Veronica. Daniel sipped coffee as Veronica drank a glass of pure water. She seemed more distracted than usual as they talked business. He confided in her.
"I admit, I don't know what to do." He said after a pause. Veronica looked up and took his hand.
"I know this is no easy choice, hon. What made you decide to get rid of House?" Veronica asked, quirking an eyebrow. Dan waited a beat. He knew the answer, but it was dark.
"He wanted me to destroy the bunker." Dan said finally.
"That doesn't surprise me as much as you would think it would." Veronica sighed.
"It doesn't?" Daniel asked, his eyes darting back to Veronica's.
"No. We've made far more enemies than we have made friends. Why did House want to get rid of us? It seems like everyone has a different reason to make us sleep with the fishes." Veronica explained.
"What's a fish?" Daniel inquired.
"I have no idea, but that's not the point, Dan." Veronica chastised, sitting back in her chair.
"House said that when we took over the Dam, that the Brotherhood would be our number one enemy. God knows the Brotherhood lusts after the dam, but the solution is so simple it drives me crazy. House was supposed to be a genius, but apparently the solution to his worries completely slipped over his head." Dan explained.
"He has a point. Er, had a point. The Brotherhood is ruthless when it comes to getting what we want. I'm an outcast and I admit that I have no clue what they think about you these days." Veronica said. She sighed; sometimes the Brotherhood could be such babies.
"So what is the ideal situation? NCR, Legion and House all wanted us dead. It seems we can't get our way." Veronica sighed.
"Well, you aren't Brotherhood anymore. And I was so angry when they kicked you out. Then they tried to kill us. To be honest they're lucky I am considering them at all." Daniel said angrily.
"As true as that is we need their alliance. It's not like they are the only chapter out there. There are lots of them around." Veronica said.
"Anyway, I may not be able to help you in the field anymore for a while." Veronica said, quieter. This was different.
"Why is that?" Dan asked. Veronica blushed as she looked back at Daniel.
"I'm pregnant." Veronica whispered. For the first time, Daniel had no words.
