Author's note: Last chapter. I'd like to thank all the lovelies who reviewed and to everyone who read! I hope y'all have enjoyed it. :).
This chapter contains sexually explicit content - children, hide your eyes!
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"-the fucking fuck!"
Metal and flesh collided with flesh. The fur was thrown into the mix, with even more metal. Way too much metal.
The cold gun, always unendingly hungry, especially in the self-loathing sniper's hands sounded off. It pierced a miniature hole in the tent, letting in a small view of the dark sky above, a star or two glimmering unknown to the three entangled together.
Rex eventually settled on skirting around the Courier and Boone, yapping at them unceasingly. The Courier's blood hissed with a merging of blind rage and shaky relief, she struck him hard across the face, sending Boone unceremoniously onto his backside. Palms digging into the dirt, he stared up at her, mouth agape for a moment before hardening into that familiar line. The Courier stood heaving above him, eyes alight and fists clenched.
His eyes took her form in, he sucked in a jagged breath as he found her normally leather-clad leg sheathed in metal. Or perhaps not sheathed, but with growing repulsion and, of course, a sprinkling of guilt he realized it was an entirely new attachment. This was informed by the hint of Mojave-tanned flesh on her hip just above the start of the metal that seemed to be sewn in with steel twine. The leg ranged from the always fashionable gunmetal straights and gears that connected it to the opposite leg to aid in motion to rusty brown bolts laced in lines about the appendage. Rex sat on his one hairy and one industrial haunch beside her; they made quite a pair.
"Yeah, we match," the Courier growled tartly and grabbed him tightly by the arm, dragging him jarringly, with a little heaved difficulty, and settled him atop of her grave. The Courier made him face the tombstone. Boone was stock-still.
"You want to die! You want to know what death is like? Because I've been there! And," she sighed, and couldn't come up with anything deeper than: "it sucks! It's not a release. For me, it was just nothingness. You think nothingness would be good for you? So you can brood," she gestured her hands wildly here, "alone! Well that's not any fucking different from what you do every damn day, Boone!" Here, she circled in front of him; he did not meet her eyes, which elicited an indignant huff from the Courier. "Except all those faults you find with yourself, you can't fix them! If you want to redeem yourself you have to live."
"I was." Boone snapped his eyes to her's finally. "With you, but then you were gone. I thought you were-"
"Dead! No. I killed Caesar, and somehow managed to escape the blame for that. After that the Legion didn't really care, so I left with Rex." the whimpering canine received an affectionate pat, "I saved the President. I killed Legate Lanius and a whole bunch of other Legion pricks. And you know how I did all the goody-goody stuff? Because I was alive!"
The Courier had tears in her eyes; she wasn't sure from anger or from just seeing Boone. She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around him tightly, her fingers roamed over his back, along the numerous prickly scars. The Courier shuddered and sighed as Boone wrapped the Courier in his strapping arms.
"I need you to redeem myself."
Both pulled back and wasted a second or two before the Courier shrugged lightly, figuring there was no time like the present. She started to lean in, but Boone beat her to it and captured her lips. The Courier's eyes flew open in surprise, and somewhere Rex panted – somewhat disturbingly, given the situation. She soon leaned into the kiss as Boone's hands roamed her body after brief hesitation, which gave little flinches when his calloused hand ghosted over her right patchwork hip.
He wasn't as the Courier had fantas- ahem, expected; the Courier had expected Boone to be all about spending his pent up rage in bed – and while there was some of that she could tell he was trying to be gentle.
Boone shifted his hands back and grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her into his lap. The Courier's sharp gasp reallocated its pitch into a wanting moan. Through her tight pants he could feel the searing heat between her legs, and she could feel his dick – oh so hard and throbbing – as she ground against him. The Courier's nimble hands worked frantically, tearing off anything that kept her from his skin. His shirt went one way, her's another and he was almost smacked by her flying bra. Finally, it was scarred skin against scarred skin, but the Courier definitely didn't mind.
Boone thrust his hot tongue into her mouth, and explored every inch, she moaned into the kiss. The Courier drug her short nails down his chest, and he growled animalistically, ending with him pushing her deftly onto her back. Boone was on top of her in a flash, rough hands wandering over each breath before squeezing each, the Courier awarded him with a pleased moan and gliding her fingertips down between their bodies. The Courier practically purred as she found his cock above her hips; she gripped it and ran her hand up and down it a few times, Boone groaned as his cock twitched in her hand. Boone lowered his head to her neck and peppered it with smart bites while his fingers worked at her nipples.
The Courier rubbed her thumb over his swollen head, Boone's hands found her wrists; he pinned her hands – fingertips glistening with his pre-cum – over her head. Boone kept her pinned with one hand and used his other to grip the girth of his cock and rub the head against her soaking wet slit.
"Please," the Courier mewed, writhing against his hard body.
"Please what?" The Courier felt his heated breath against her earlobe, his tongue gently playing with it – now that just wasn't fair.
"Fuck me!" With that, he pushed the tip inside of her; the Courier gave a half-restrained whimper. Boone took one breath, then another, and then rammed all the way inside of her; the Courier cried out.
Boone began working his thick length in and out of her slowly. The Courier slammed her hips against his, spurred on by Boone's growls and groans of pleasure. Taking the hint, Boone picked up the pace; his hands grasped her hips possessively while her's clawed into his flexed shoulder blades. Again, Boone captured the Courier's lips and she kissed him back with just as much passion. She boldly slipped her tongue into Boone's mouth, and his tongue slid hotly against it.
"Boone!" The Courier moaned – Boone gave a small grin and pounded into her faster; the Courier let out a short scream. By now both were slicked by sweat, and the Courier was feeling a delicious tightness that she hadn't felt in way too long – personal time wasn't exactly the best idea when trekking the Deathclaw-infested Mojave. Boone leaned his head onto her shoulder and nipped from her collarbone to her neck and her eyes fluttered closed; their rapid breathing matched. Boone's thrusts became deeper, and soon after the Courier gave in and felt waves of intense pleasure shoot through her. The Courier gripped his muscled arms and moaned, gasping "Yes! Yes!"; Boone followed seconds after with a loud growl. The Courier felt his hot cum spill inside her and she cooed lovingly. Both lay there, a sweaty heap of grins and chuckles.
"Well, that was even better than I thought it'd be," Boone smiled against the Courier's shoulder. The Courier pulled back and raised a brow archly. "What? Can't ignore animal instincts..." he ended with a murmur, trailing a calloused fingertip along her neck.
"Mmm, so what did it for you? – the oh-so-sexy scars or the Terminator leg?" When Boone looked confusedly at her, the Courier rolled her eyes, "Nobody watches old movies anymore."
They rolled onto their respective sides, and Boone wrapped her tightly in his arms, "Everything."
"Everything?" The Courier probed, to which his gave a quiet nod. "Me too."
At this sentimental point, both Mojave warriors became aware of a strung-out whining emanating from the corner of the tent. There sat Rex – bra slung over his braincase, wiry fur on end and looking ready to bolt at any minute.
"Sorry, Rex." Boone muttered with a smirk, to which Rex gave another lengthy whine and rested his head on his hefty paws.
"Good idea, all of us need to catch some 'z's." The Courier informed happily, nuzzling into Boone's chest, "I think it's about time we start making headlines for Mr. New Vegas again."
"That's the best news I've heard in a damn long time." Boone responded. Rex wandered over and lay across the couple's feet, which were beginning to chill. The three heroes settled down to a surprisingly peaceful slumber in an NCR-issued tent, beside the Courier's – and almost, Boone's –grave, ready to start anew at the first sign of that hazy sun on the irradiated horizon.