She dropped the bag of death claw hands to the floor with a heavy thud. The sleeping figure in her bed- her bed- sat up I'm an instant, "baby doll, hey," he said. She heard the click of a safety as she started to strip off the bloodied armor.

"Hey." Yeah, she was still pissed.

"Shit, pussycat, listen," he started to purr.

"No I think you've said enough. I'm not in the fucking real estate market, okay? If that's what you're after, you're suckling at the wrong teat."

"But its such a nice one, baby."

"Benny."

"You're right, okay? I'm used to being the big Dick around, and clearly that's not the case anymore."

"I wouldn't know, guy. I haven't judged any pissing contests since I took out the legion versus the NCR. Keep your dignity."

"Please," he scoffed, " you've never made googly eyes at the sniper?"

"Boone is... no."

"Well, I'm a pretty complicated guy myself, and you took my measure just fine," he smiled and laid back on the pillows.

"Yeah, well, then don't cut me down in front of my men, huh?" she growled. "You wanna swing your cock around, then stay up here and the fuck out of my meetings. Or go back to the Chairmen, blow Swank to get your job back, fuck if i care." Then she pulled a t shirt over her head and walked out of the room. She was sleeping in the big bed upstairs tonight.

Hours later, the penthouse was illuminated by the rising desert sun, and her body was overwhelmed with sensation. Her nipples were peaked and her legs were spread. Between them was her lover, intent on licking her pussy. Sensing her waking, he smiled up at her, his scuffed chin tickling her thighs. "Hey, pretty mama," and he dove into her in earnest before she could respond. The shock to her core was intense as he hit her clit over and over again, driving her senses mad. He lapped her like she was the elixir of life and groaned into her as she got wetter. She played with her tits and looked down at him, wondering what in the hell she had done to deserve him, good or bad.

Just a she was waxing poetic on some hypothetical Brahmin baron's son from another life, who would be sweet and predictable, would stay for sure, but couldn't fuck for shit and as boring as a Physician's Today magazine, Benny slipped in two fingers and hooked them around to find the bundle of nerves hiding deep in her pussy. she pinched her nipples and cried out her orgasm.

When she was spent, he climbed get body and kissed her, tasting of that irrepressible Benny taste and her own musk. "You're in charge, baby, okay?" he nuzzled her neck and hugged her tight. "Someday I wanna be by your side, as equals, but I'll wait for your nod."

"I'm," she paused and kissed him, this was a power play, and she had a role to fill, "alright, Benny. And you can take point on operation freeze their masks off." That was good enough for now, right?