Well, with FFs new restrictions on content, the cool adult stuff won't be up here when it finally comes. But I'm posting this on my A3 account, under the same title and whatnot.

Also, to break up the angst, the gang will be getting into some wacky situations; It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia style.

Fiona hummed softly out of sleep, feeling a light trail of kisses tumble down her neck. She raised her hand slowly, falling to the back of John's neck, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"I have to get up," She whispered in his ear, an alarm tone emitting from her PipBoy ", Nick likes to be on the road early. One of the things I don't miss, the guy doesn't even sleep."

"Mhmm." John acknowledged her statement, but kept it up, kissing down her collarbone. Fiona obviously wasn't in much of a rush, as she turned over to make herself more available to his lazy kisses.

As he slowly trailed down her body, the covers fell too, leaving her chest exposed to the hot air. The plethora of fans she had set up across the room didn't help much, their bodies already coated in a light sheen of sweat from the night before. John loved it, the small of light sweat combined with her homemade flower lotion reminded him of the early days on the battlefield; when long looks were just long looks and flirting was just flirting.

Kissing down the valley between her breasts, he earned a soft moan, feeling Fiona arch her hips up.

"Seriously, I have to get up." She giggled, hands still roaming across the terrain of his back. The feeling of her smooth fingertips running across his textured back was addicting to her.

"Then get up." He mumbled and Fiona felt him smile against her skin. Before she could think about sitting up, he had taken an already perk nipple into his mouth, flicking his talented tongue in all the right places. It wasn't long before he was trailing back down, kissing around her belly button.

Fiona wanted to wrap her legs around him and have fun, but they were up half the night having fun. She could already hear Nick gripping on her for the light bags under her eyes.

"I'm going to miss you." She sighed as she felt his lips leave her skin. Fiona looked down at John; he rested his chin against her lean stomach.

"I'm going to miss you too. But you're going to kick this case in the ass… or whatever the detective says." He smirked; Fiona laughed.

"It's so long." She groaned.

"But hey. When you come back, I'm gonna have a wicked surprise for you."

"What kind of wicked?" Fiona arched an eyebrow; John simply zipped his lips and threw away the key, earning another happy laugh from her. He slide back up her body; while one hand supported his weight, the other tangled in her hair to give him leverage to pull her into a kiss.

Fiona was a royal tease, making sure the kiss got hot and heavy quick. She knew just where to touch, rake her nails across, and gently tickle. While John wanted nothing more than to pin her down and have his wicked way with her, but he knew Nick would come looking for her and would walk in on a not so pretty sight.

"Okay, okay, I don't need Valentine chewing me out. Get moving." He rolled off of her and laid in bed, watching her get ready.

He found so much peace watching a lady get ready for the day; but this wasn't just any lady. Watching her was better than listening to a radio play. Fiona was organized in all of the shit she had lying around, but not when it came to herself. She would extra bits of armor and ammo into her pack, but get distracted with her makeup. Once she was pleased with her appearance, she tried to remember where she left off.

Her wavy brown hair, which was once a rich chocolate brown not bleached by the scorching sun, bounced and twirled seemingly perfectly every time she made a move in any direction. When she got close, John could smell her shampoo made of purified bloatfly honey. John knew he was going to miss these morning more than anything else.

He got dressed when Fiona finally selected an outfit. She had gone on a rant about hiking and minimal fighting, so she wanted to be comfortable and not weighted down, yadda yadda yadda.

She picked those shorts he loved to much, paired with a black top and a leather jacket she had gotten from the Atom Cats. Strapping on her boots, grenade belt, and gun holsters, she grabbed her pack and headed out the door; holding Hancock's hand for what felt like the final time until forever from now.

"I see you lovebirds decided to finally get out of bed." Nick quipped, tapping his foot in front of the big tree. The smile on his face let Fiona loosen up, sticking her tongue out at him before she set her pack down.

"Nicky, I'm gonna need you to take extra care with her." Hancock held Fiona close.

"Can't promise there won't be a few scuffs and dings, but I'll keep her safe."

"Unless you get distracted by a dame with legs all the way up to there." Fiona said.

"Brushing up on that detective lingo! I like it," Nick said, looking back to Hancock ", anyway, I know this is hard for you two but we should get on the road."

Fiona pulled the ghoul into a long hug and a quick modest kiss. He was quick to change that, pulling her into a deep, tongue filled kiss; the type of kiss he knew Fiona hated but loved all at the same time. She pushed him away, her face red and fighting to hide a grin.

"Not in front of Valentine!" She yelled, slinging her pack across her back.

"Come on, it's like kissing in front of Dogmeat!" He joked, pretending to make a big deal out of it.

"Whatever, loser," Fiona laughed ", love ya."

"Love ya more." Hancock called, watching the pair walk down the winding road of Sanctuary.

The gang seemed to emerge from the shadows. Before he could turn to go back into his home, he was met with the eager friendly faces of his friends.

"I wouldn't of let her go, man." Mac said.

"Why would you say that? While the science of love is intrinsic, Mayor Hancock and Miss Sweetpea have a very strong relationship." Curie slapped Mac's arm as she spoke.

"I dunno, Curie. I can see the allure of Nick Valentine. Lots of ladies talk about him." Cait grumbled.

"Oh yeah," Piper snorted, still all in black from her search for a scoop ", you wouldn't believe the things I hear ladies say about Valentine. But the whole Institute seems to keep the ladies wary enough not to flirt or anything."

"What? Would you go for him?" Hancock snorted, not believing his ears. Obviously, more people wanted him than Nick Valentine.

"Probably." Piper shrugged.

"It would be quite the scientific conquest." Curie admitted.

"Well, you know I'm ready to jump those curcuits," Mac mimicked the girls ", jesus, you guys are making it worse. Come on, the boss is gone. Let's play some Caravan and drink all of the good shit." A round of mumbled agreements rang through the air, the gang turning into the shared home just off Fiona and Hancock's humble abode.

"Wait a minute," Hancock called, earning the attention of everyone in earshot ", I didn't send her away to slack off and drink all of her good shit. I got a plan and it requires everyone to be at one hundred fucking percent… except chem breaks."

The gang looked at each other, then back at Hancock, awaiting the answer to the half ass riddle Hancock had posed.

"Nick promised to have her back in time for the forth. Fiona's and my anniversary is on the forth. I want to plan something special for her. You catch my drift?"

"So. You're going to make us help set it up." Mac said, deadpan.

"That's right! I want to plan a party. The most kick ass party the Commonwealth has ever seen. With the best booze and chems we can find, dancing, and all that other shit. Fi gave me this ring because she loves me and I took it 'cause I love her. So, let's make this shit official."

"Oh dear god, we're planning a wedding." Piper pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing weeks of annoyance and frustration lay ahead.