Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout, Bethesda does. I'm just writing for fun.
A/N: A big thanks once again to my readers! Sorry it took so long to get this last chapter up. With this we come to the close of our story.
Elder Lyons walks in as Harkness is gingerly sliding his hands up Asha's thighs below her medical dressing gown as she pulls him in tighter for a kiss. He awkwardly clears his throat and they jump apart in surprise.
"When I told you to get some rest before returning to work, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."
Asha flushes an interesting shade of pink.
"But if you're feeling that well..." Lyons starts.
"No, she needs her rest. I'm taking her home," Harkness interjects.
"Are you certain? You could always rest here."
Asha blinks back and forth between the two men squaring off with each other. "No, I'd feel much more comfortable in my own bed, thanks. I'll come back soon when I feel up to getting back into the fray."
"Understood. Take care, Paladin." With a curt nod Lyons swiftly makes his exit.
Harkness' eyes fall open wide at the side of the large heart-shaped bed in the middle of the living room in this two-story Megaton shack. Then his eyes drift upwards to the lit wire-frame sculpture of two women...doing their thing.
Asha looks at him a bit guiltily before hurriedly explaining, "It's the only two-person bed Moira had! All I have is that miserable little worn-out mattress upstairs. I wasn't aware this arrangement came with...art," she gives a furtive glance at the lit women hanging from the ceiling. "I'll talk to Moira, clean it up a bit... and we can look for another bed. You know, a normal one."
Harkness chuckles as he pulls her against him. "I don't know, making love to you on a bed of red velvet with your over-attentive robot watching us could be interesting."
Asha's eyes flash to Wadsworth hovering at the top of the stairs. "Hello, Mistress!"
"Wadsworth! Go...walk Dogmeat...or something. Don't come back til I unlock the door!" she screeches in embarrassment. Dogmeat whines as Wadsworth escorts him out the front door, kindly opened by Harkness, who shuts and locks it with a definite twist of the bolt.
He turns back to Asha with a mischievous smile. "Now, where were we?" he asks as he crosses the room towards her. "Oh, right, I was going to do something like scoop you into my arms, tell you how much I love you, and then seduce my way into your bed." He gives a crooked grin as he pulls her flush against him, mere layers of clothing separating them.
"I think you'll need to do more than smile at me to seduce me," she teases.
"I don't know, seemed to work pretty well the first time."
"As I recall, you didn't do any seducing...merely got me drunk."
"Alright, I need a little practice. Which I intend to get..." He dips his head down to capture her lips with his. She melts into his arms, enjoying the newfound security of their relationship. Her hands slide up his chest and up into his hair, keeping him close as his hands nimbly search out the buttons on her clothes.
He pulls back to look her eyes as he's about to slip her jacket off. "I love you, Asha. You never need to doubt that. I will be at your side for as long as you'll have me."
She closes her eyes and sighs in contentment. "Never leave, Alex of mine." Her eyes flash open to his, piercing them with green windows to her soul. "I love you with all my heart." She reaches up to kiss him again, pulling him back with her towards the bed.
It is said decades later that the never-aging man buried his once companion, lover, and wife in a grove of trees surrounding the Jefferson Memorial alongside two markers memorializing her parents, the progenitors of pure water for the Wastes. He disappeared from the Wasteland just after the Lone Wanderer's death, vanishing to the west. He left the legacy of their (adopted) children, who strove to further their mother's work of repairing the Capital Wasteland and surrounding areas.
While the Lone Wanderer's name may have been forgotten except by those who visit her grave, her deeds and memory live on in every healthy animal, child, and plant that grows in the ruins of Washington D.C. And somewhere out there, perhaps, a man still lives who knew her better than any other, a man who will never forget and never stop loving her.