The Las Vegas Strip looked beautiful at night, the bright lights against the dark sky washed out the stars but dazzled regardless, laughter and the sound of enjoyment filled the evening air; something that was rare in the Mojave wasteland. Claire had decided to entertain the idea of not being the errand girl for anyone, at least for the week, and was walking along the strip, Rex and Boone trailing behind her, Boone slower than the dog. Claire had stopped, and turned to Boone, something had clicked in her mind.

"I never thought of it, but...are you okay here?" She began. She had remembered how Boone had said he had met Carla at the Strip. "Because if you aren't we can check out of The Tops and stay somewhere else, maybe Freeside, I don't mind." She had claimed the Presidential suite as her own, convincing the new chairman at the casino that Benny had left it to her the night before he had gotten attacked viciously in his own room. Oh how horrifying the whole situation had been!

The chairman ate it all up, asking no questions.

"I'll be fine. I think I just need to spend some time alone." He muttered. Boone was feeling foul, Claire could tell.

"Well, alright then, you go do your thing, I'll go do mine." She unhinged an extra key from her key chain and handed it to him, then with a smile patted her leg to beckon Rex and began down the strip on her own.

Truthfully, there wasn't much to see in the Strip other than casinos. A few tacky gifts being sold, girls dancing, it didn't really catch Claire's eye. She wound up gambling some of the Legion and NCR money she had come across in her travels. Luck was never really on her side.

"C'mon, boy." Claire smiled, patting Rex on the head as they left Gomorrah, no richer than when they had entered. It was late, and Claire was getting tired, she yawned as she passed through the first set of gates and turned into the Tops. The casino was still lively, not that it would bother her in her spacious sweet. The thought made her smile.

When she entered the room, the smell of booze was present. Claire wrinkled her brow, Boone was hunched over the bar, head hanging over and empty glass, sitting next to an empty bottle. With a sigh Claire approached him.

"Let's go, big guy, time for you to get some rest." She threw his arm over her shoulder and with a grunt hoisted him to his feet. His head rolled to the side.

"I just miss her so much." He groaned. Claire felt a little pained inside hearing that. She wasn't surprised, but it hurt.

"I know you do, Boone." She cooed, laying him on the large bed. He spread out, taking up almost the entire mattress.

"At least I have you around." He slurred, one arm hanging off the bed.

"Yeah, must be nice to have something to stick your dick in once in a while." Claire spat, laying the limp arm across his chest. At least he had her around, what bullshit.

"I mean it." He said, sounding more sincere. Claire shook her head and turned around, peeling off the pants and shirt she was wearing, now standing in her bra and panties. Boone grabbed her forearm, with a startled look Claire turned around.

"You saved my life, you've let me travel with you for a few months now. You even helped me feel better about Bitter Springs, and Carla. Don't think I don't appreciate that." His tone was serious, and Claire could almost swear he had sobered up just to say that.

"Boone..." She sat down on the bed, he was still holding onto her arm, so she placed her hand on top of his. "You had too much to drink tonight, it's time to get some sleep." She offered him a bottle of water. He pushed it away.

"I don't want sleep." He said, sitting up. He swerved a little, still drunk. "I want you." His lips danced against her cheek as he said that, his forehead pressed against her in attempt to stay sitting up.

Claire sat still while he kissed along her neck, letting go of her arm he grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed, rolling and kneading it with his hand. She didn't know if it was the right thing to do, the smell of whisky was powerful on his breath, it made her skin feel hot. When Boone brought his lips to hers Claire kissed back anyways. He pushed aggressively against her, knocking her to her back before he climbed on .

"You want me to fuck you?" He purred in Claire's ear, his fingers toying with the fabric of her panties. Claire let out a small cry of anticipation, she had never heard him talk like that, but she liked it.

"Boone, I don't know if we should...I don't know if we should if you've had so much to drink..." She said, trying to keep a hold of herself.

"That's not what I asked, it was a yes or no question, you read me?" He smirked, rubbing the fabric harder now, driving Claire crazy.

"Yes.." She reluctantly answered.

"What do you say?" He teased, lips against her ear, Claire could feel his hot whisky breath.

"Please..." Her voice cracked, she felt weak underneath him. Claire could feel his erection pressing hard against her. Boone sat back and pulled off his shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes. Light blonde hair trailed down his stomach to his genitals, dark hair surrounding his hard member.

"Suck it." He ordered. Claire got off the bed and onto her knees, licking the tip of his thick manhood, salty precum hitting her lips. She had never done this for him before, or anyone for that matter. He moaned feeling her tongue stroking his shaft.

"Feels so good..." He murmured, thrusting his hips in time with her head bobbing up and down.

Claire couldn't take all Boone had in her mouth, she moaned against his flesh and sucked eagerly on what she could, he seemed to enjoy it before he pulled her away and pushed her back on the bed with unexpected force. It happened so quickly that before she even knew it Boone was on top of her, totally naked and holding his cock in his hand, sliding it inside her. She gasped and buried her head in the crook of his neck, not bothering to stifle her cries of pleasure as he began pumping against her, grunting and moaning ever so often. Boone grasped her ass with one hand, pounding hard against Claire, the other hand cupped the side of her face. He kissed the side of her mouth, tongue snaking into the corner sloppily. Claire wasn't sure if it was the booze or the passion causing it.

"Oh Claire, I love you, I love you so much." He moaned against her, grazing his teeth on the side of her neck. Now she was sure that was the booze.

"I love you too.." she moaned back, wrapping her legs around his waist. His thrust were usually quick and even, like clockwork, ,now they were more scattered and forceful, it was a change Claire welcomed. She ignored his outburst of emotion and clutched the bed with one hand, her other hand on his back. He was doing everything just the right way, making Claire come so close to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum..." Boone panted, planting his hands on either side of Claire so that he was in a pushup position over her. His thrusts shortened before Claire felt him tense up, moaning as he released. She felt her own body tighten, closing her eyes and letting her orgasm flow through her body.

He collapsed beside her, his chest slick with sweat, his eyes closed. Claire handed the bottle of water to him again.

"Drink this, you're going to need some hydration." He nodded, at a loss for words and chugged the whole bottle. He placed the bottle on the bedside table and pulled Claire over to him, rolling on his side and throwing an arm over him. Claire stared at the wall, she could feel his chest rising and falling, he was passed out for sure. Had he really meant it when he said he loved her? She wasn't sure. Drunk talk couldn't be trusted, but sometimes people said things they otherwise couldn't sober. Just thinking about it made her tired. She placed her hand in his and closed her eyes, the steady sound of Boone's breathing lulling her to sleep.