Dare sat down at his table, setting a chilled bottle of Brahmin milk next to the bowl. He wiped the moisture from his head with a rag, the remains of his morning wash lingering on his shirtless chest.
Opening the box Sugar Bombs cereal, he poured a number of the bomb-shaped breakfast items into his bowl and poured milk over that, inwardly shaking his head at Pre-War Humanity. Nuka-Cola, Sugar Bombs…they were certainly fond of tempting fate. He thought dryly, munching on his breakfast. I'm surprised the planet didn't explode out of pure spite.
The shuffle of clothes and light, tapping footsteps made Dare look up to see Silver descending down the stairs, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, looking pale and withdrawn. She sat across from him with her hood up, sighing quietly.
He got up and retrieved another bowl and a spoon, filling it with cereal and milk and sliding it to her. She mumbled her thanks and listlessly began to eat. "How are you feeling?" He asked quietly.
Silver gave him a dry look and snorted. "Like shit…but better than yesterday. Tired as all hell, though."
"You should feel better in a couple of days, if that's any help." Dare replied, reaching over and patting her hand.
She gave him a thin smile and continued eating.
Drinking down his milk, he sighed and stood, dropping the dishes in the sink. "I'll be going to Paradise Falls again, and I'll probably be gone all day. If you need anything, just ask Wadsworth. Will you be okay?"
Silver nodded, patting the hand he put on her shoulder. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Probably just going to sleep, mostly."
He squeezed her shoulder lightly and proceeded to pull his leather armor on, strapping the pack to his back and the various pouches to his belt. He set his sniper on his back and his revolver in the holster.
"Hey, Dare?" Silver called quietly.
Dare turned to look at her. "Yes?"
She stood from the table and slowly wrapped her arms around his middle, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Be careful, okay?"
He hugged her back, laying his chin on top of hers. "I will."
"'Kay." Silver withdrew, sitting at the table again.
Dare left the house and made his way out of Megaton, waving to the sniper as he walked, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. As he passed by Springvale Elementary, he noticed movement, and after checking his scope, he found that it was occupied by Raiders.
He hummed in thought, marking it as a place to clear out later, and moved on.
…
Dare growled lightly as the sun began to set.
A full day of watching Paradise Falls had revealed several facts, useful facts. The guards at the entrance only let in people who looked the part of Slavers. Typically carrying automatic weapons; roughly-dressed but not the scraps of clothing like Raiders, and shit attitudes.
As with all hives of scum and villainy, there was tension between the slavers and mercs, though no one acted on it.
And finally, he spotted the man who was obviously the leader of the pack. A black man wearing a crimson suit, who was usually followed around by either a black or white woman in dresses (and only dresses, presumably). Dare could tell he was the leader by the way everyone else's body language instantly became deferential whenever the man strolled by.
There was no description for how tempted he was to pull the trigger and watch that man's smugly smirking face become pulp on the dirt.
He ground the gum between his teeth as he stomped towards Megaton, and as the ruined school came into view, Dare stopped and stared at it for a few seconds. "That'll work." He muttered, changing direction.
As the school ruins loomed, he set his sniper aside, covering it with a bush and marking the position before drawing his silenced pistol and his knife. Crouching low, he snuck around the side of the building and began to climb up it.
Peeking inside a window, he found a Raider with a rifle leaning against a pillar, 'on watch' while lamenting his boredom to no one. Dare pulled himself inside and shot the man in the back of the head, listening closely for any signs of alarm. Hearing none, he made his way down, taking out another sleeping Raider.
On the bottom floor, he found a door that lead into the school itself. Slowly pushing it open, he checked the hallway, and finding no one there, slipped in.
Dare stood still, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Once he felt comfortable looking around, he set off into the school. According to the signs, he was on the basement level.
There wasn't much, only two rooms that hadn't been blocked off by rubble. One was a storeroom, which had only a bottle of scotch, a carton of cigarettes and a few bottle caps. The other was locked and the key was somewhere else.
As he exited that room, he nearly ran into a Raider. Before man could shout, Dare tackled him to the floor, pushing his knee into the other man's stomach and driving his knife through one of the eyes.
Pulling away, he pocketed the pistol and his ammo and made his way to the stairwell. Upon exiting it, he found himself on the main floor of the school, a Raider's back turned to him. Holstering the pistol and switching the knife to his right hand, he snuck up on the woman and slapped a hand over her mouth, stabbing his blade through her ear.
Once she had fallen limp, he dragged the corpse into the stairwell and took the chems off of it. Then he moved deeper in, capping two sleeping Raiders as he passed their bed-rolls. He searched through the first-aid kits in the bathrooms, taking the bandages and the stimpacks inside. Another Raider was making something in the kitchen, and another bullet was spent on his head.
His squirrel on a stick was also eaten.
The next stop was the foyer, the look of which caused Dare to pause. The biggest attention-grabber was the large cage in the center of the room, and several naked, mutilated bodies that hung from meat-hooks.
Raiders have a really shitty sense of interior decoration, but it gets the message across. He thought dryly, shooting a sleeping Raider in the head.
He froze when the growl of an animal echoed through the building. A dog. This just got harder.
Slipping away from the foyer, he ascended another staircase, finding a broken door with sign on the wall, bearing the faded word, 'Library'.
Pushing through the door, Dare found a Raider patrolling the empty library, just as she spun on her foot and spotted him.
"Fucker-!"
He pulled the trigger twice, sending two bullets into her chest and head respectively. The body slumping to the floor was drowned out by a shout from behind the door she was guarding.
Dare quietly pressed himself against the wall nearby, hearing the growls of a dog on the other side.
Suddenly, the wall burst outwards, throwing him to the floor, knocking the pistol from his hand, pain flaring in his side.
His eyes snapped open, having reflexively closed to protect himself from the dust, and he saw a dog covered in lesions leaping at him while a Raider in heavier armor pointed a shotgun at him.
He blinked.
Time slowed to a crawl. Dare could see the dust motes hanging in the air, the drool flying from the dog's jaws, the angry grimace twisting the Raider's face as he slowly, so slowly, brought up his shotgun.
His hand fell on the grip of his revolver, his eyes marking two targets.
While the targets seemingly crawled through their actions, Dare moved. His revolver came up, pointing at the dog's mouth. His finger tightened, the hammer pulling back and then whipping forward.
He blinked.
The shot ripped through the dog's mouth, the bullet barely out before the barrel snapped to the Raider faster than he could follow. One bullet landed in the target's shoulder, throwing his aim away as the shot was discharged into the air. Two more landed in his chest, sending the Raider stumbling back. He collapsed, whimpering in pain.
Dare blinked, taking a deep breath, finding himself panting harshly and a head-ache throbbing in his skull. The hand holding his revolver was twitching slightly. I've never used my Sniper's Mind so suddenly before, he thought slowly, licking his lips. And never at such a close range.
Carefully, he pushed himself up, wincing at the pain in his side. He stood, casually putting another bullet in the whining dog's skull, and walked to the Raider. The other man was still alive, barely, and stopped being so when Dare unloaded the last round into his head.
Grimacing, he pulled at the leather on his side, seeing that the spray of pellets had mostly been deflected; with the exception of three that had pierced through. Plus, the force of the shot had cracked one of his ribs.
Huffing, Dare retrieved a pair of tweezers from his pouch, picking the pellets out with the metal tips and dropping them on the floor. He then used part of stimpack, injecting parts of it into the wounds, followed by a direct injection to take care of the bruising and the break.
He sighed as the regenerative medicine went to work, and he proceeded to strip the useful items from the corpses, his mind on the situation that just occurred previously.
That was the true power of the Sniper's Mind, something that ran in his family for generations, and what made them such effective snipers. It typically occurred in an emergency, slowing time to nearly a stop, allowing them to plan out and execute shots in the span of seconds, though it always took a lot out of them.
Dare's grandfather had been a nearly mythical figure in the NCR because he could use the Sniper's Mind at will and at any range, frequently landing seemingly impossible shots in a row. His dad had been nearly revered his ability as well, though it was limited to a sniper. Dare had limited use of it like his father, and perhaps the key to using it when he wanted lay in understanding how he had done so just then.
But now was not the time to ponder on it.
The place the Raider Leader had come from was actually a corridor that was collapsed on both sides, leaving it as a long room. Next to a mattress was a table with a terminal on, with a box of 10mm bullets and a book with an explosion on the front, reading 'Duck and Cover!'
He stored those away and accessed the terminal, which was thankfully unlocked. On it, he found that the Raiders had been in the school for awhile, and one of their previous leaders had tried to attack Megaton.
He failed, and his successor hadn't had much better luck. The newest leader, now lying on the floor with bullets in his body, had decided to focus on tunneling underground, trying to break into a nearby Vault, Vault 101. That wasn't successful either, as they stumbled on a giant ant nest, which was locked behind the door in the basement, the key to which Dare now had in his pocket.
If I can kill one of the ants without alerting the others, I can extract the pheromones from the glands and spray them on myself, which should take care of any situations that may require me to deal with ants in the future. He thought, mentally thanking his mom for making him learn that.
Flicking the terminal off, and making a note to retrieve it later, he strode back into the library and found a pair of Pre-War books that weren't destroyed, just a little dusty, and grabbed them. Stepping onto the balcony overlooking the foyer (also containing the stairway) Dare paused, staring at the top of the cage. For some reason, a glowing bottle of Nuka-Cola was lying there.
Shrugging, he hopped the railing and retrieved the bottle, storing it in his pack. He climbed down the cage and went through the school again, this time picking up anything that could be useful and valuable, sticking those items in a sack fashioned from clothing he found.
In one of the classrooms, Dare found a relatively whole book of sheet music. He couldn't read the notes, but it could be valuable to the right people.
After he cleaned out the school, he set the sack near the locked door and fished out the key to unlock it. Inside, he found a tunnel that lead underground. He descended into it with his revolver out. He would have to shoot one of the ants, and it wouldn't matter if the gun was silenced or not, they would still feel the vibration in the air.
The first thing he spotted after walking down the small decline was a pair of mauled bodies. Not Raiders, if the simple clothes were anything to go by; most likely some of the Wastelanders they had enslaved as diggers.
Next to the bodies was an assault rifle and several bullet casings, along with a dead ant and a few stimpacks. He kneeled next to the corpses and made an 'A', touching his fingers to his forehead and both sides of his chest, above the lungs, before drawing a line across his throat with his thumb.
Respects paid, Dare looted what he could, storing the assault rifle in his pack with the shotgun. The scatter-gun would be used for home-defense while the other would be sold. Neither of them were what he was good with.
Under the body of a female, he found a bright red book with Chinese characters on the front. Shrugging, he stored that too.
But what was next to the bodies made him excited. Several large ant grubs. The pheromones extracted from them would be far more potent, and the ants would actually move to defend him if he was attacked. If they were around, which was a very slim chance, admittedly, but still potentially helpful.
After extracting and spraying himself with the pheromones, Dare was disappointed to find that, beyond the book and the rifle, there wasn't shit in the caves. Mostly discarded cans and bottles, and a pair of stimpacks, and that was it. The cave was basically a damn waste of time.
Dare left the school, grabbing his bag on the way out and retrieving his sniper rifle. Besides getting shot and the empty ant cave, Springvale Elementary had actually been rather profitable. Besides the loot, he might be able to figure out how to use his Sniper's Mind at will. Time and effort would tell.
Slipping in just as the gate closed, he headed for his home. Upon entering, he found lively-looking Silver at the table digging into a Brahmin steak. "Dare!" She called happily, seeing him come in. "You're back!"
He gave her a smile and set his packs aside, stretching to relieve the kinks in his back. "Yup. I would've been back earlier, but I decided to clear out the school ruins. I found some pretty good stuff."
She gestured for him to take a seat, sliding a still-warm steak to his side of the table. "Tell me as you eat."
He told her of his day, relaying the events that had occurred for him.
Dare finished after his last bite of food. "And that's it." He ended, setting his fork aside.
"Are you okay? You did get shot." She asked with concern.
He waved it off with a small smile. "I used most of stimpack on it, and it's just a little tender. Thanks for the concern, though."
Dare yawned and stretched, cracking his neck. "Well, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Night, Silver."
Silver gave him a small smile and nodded. "Good night, Dare. Sweet dreams."
He flopped down on his bed after stripping his armor away, feeling sleep roll over him quickly.
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The next morning, Dare awoke to find that he was warm. Warmer than usual, anyway. Rolling over, he found that Silver had snuck into his bed after he fell asleep, snuggling against his back.
He poked her lightly, rousing her from sleep. "Wha'?" She mumbled, rubbing her nose against his shoulder.
Dare blinked, poking her again. "Morning, sunshine."
Silver's eyes snapped open, fixed on him, a flush of red entering her cheeks. "You…you don't mind that I did this, right?" She asked nervously.
He shook his head, giving her a light squeeze. "No, not really. Just ask next time. I'm going to get up, though."
Relieved, Silver yawned. "Now? But isn't it…early?"
He shrugged and rolled off the mattress, stretching his arms. "I'm an early riser. You can go back to sleep if you want."
"Alright." Silver shuffled to the center of the bed, taking the pillow and residual warmth for herself.
Dare thought for a second, before leaning over and whispering in her ear. "Hey, Silver."
"Yeah?"
He pressed a light kiss to her cheek. "Sweet dreams."
Smiling to himself, he washed and ate his breakfast before leaving, grabbing the pack of loot and heading out, wearing a simple shirt instead of his hole-y armor.
"Morning!" Moira greeted him cheerfully, typing at something on her terminal.
"Morning. I cleared out the Elementary school last night, and I've got a good amount of stuff to sell." He replied, laying his bag on the counter. "I also took a shotgun round to the side. Most of the shot was deflected, but a few pierced through and I need to repair the holes."
"You want me to fix it for you?" She asked, sorting through the loot he presented.
He shook his head, tapping his pouch. "I know how. Do you mind if I use your workbench?"
"Not at all! Did you find anything interesting in the school?" Moira giggled lightly, "Besides the Raiders, I mean."
Dare snapped his fingers in remembrance. "I did find a working terminal, actually. I was going to retrieve it today."
She waved a hand at him and directed her next question to the merc leaning on a wall. "Would you mind getting that terminal for me?"
The man arched an eyebrow at her. "Who's going to stand guard?" He asked simply.
Moira glanced at Dare. "Do you mind standing around here for an hour or two, looking threatening?"
He shook his head with a small grin. "Nope."
The merc shrugged. "Works for me. A hundred caps."
"Done." She replied.
The merc shrugged again and meandered from the building, leaving the two alone. "I'll pay for that." Dare commented once the door had closed.
Moira tapped his salvage with a smile. "I'll just deduct it from your sale. I'm assuming you want to use that terminal for Silver's training, right?"
"Yup. By the way, how do you want me to pay you? You mentioned it a couple of days ago." He asked, moving to the workbench to repair his armor, using a piece pulled of the Raider Leader's clothes.
"Well, right now it's just an idea I have. I'll let you know more once I've fully decided on it, okay?"
Dare nodded in reply and set about his task with a needle and metal thread.
Over the next couple of hours, the two chatted about anything that came to mind. Moira discovered that Dare could use the parts of a bomb collar, a tin can, a handful of gravel, some turpentine and a length of string to make a home-made trip mine. She offered to buy the blue-prints off of him if he drew them up.
Dare found that despite her cheerful and eccentric demeanor, Moira was wicked smart and rather shrewd, with a mind for improvised weaponry. Her constant smile was refreshing in a rather drab and dour world, and he found himself smiling in her presence.
They went quiet whenever someone entered. Dare would lean against the wall next to the workbench and stare at the person's back, meaningfully tapping his revolver. And when they left, their conversation would pick up again.
The merc returned after two and a half hours, carrying the terminal. After that, Dare left Moira to the task of reprogramming the old tech and went about his day.
…
Dare never left Megaton that day. He spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon repairing his home, adding sheets of metal to the walls to make it more secure and less hole-y. Wadsworth was a big help, as he could use his flamethrower as a welding torch.
Most of the house was looking cleaner and newer by the time Moira stopped by that night with the terminal. The two ladies talked for awhile before getting down to it. Dare could follow along for the most part, though it gave him a headache.
By the time they stopped for dinner, Silver was looking far more alive than she had nearly a week previously, a smile on her face as she tapped at the computer.
Moira left afterwards, and Dare decided to get a drink at the Saloon. Silver kept practicing her skills, a wide grin decorating her lips at the thought of 'skills'.
Entering the bar, he ordered a few fingers of scotch from Gob and took a seat at the counter, sipping his drink.
"Haven't seen you in a coupla days, smooth-skin. You been lookin' for Paradise Falls?" The ghoulish bartender asked.
Dare sighed. "I found it, actually, but I've just been watching it from a distance." He took a gulp of the liquor, sighing at the burning traveling down his stomach. "I was surprised that no one wanted to take care of it, being only five or so miles north of here, but when I saw it, I understood. That place is heavily guarded."
Gob shrugged blithely. "I'd help ya if I knew how, but I'd just get shot."
He waved off the man's apology. "No worries. I'm creating a plan to deal with it."
"I'm sorry to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help but overhear you say you've been north?" A feminine voice asked as a body took up a seat at the bar.
The question came from a woman with dark blonde hair and fair skin. Dare recognized her from around town, though he didn't know her name. "Yeah, I've been going north the past couple of days. I don't believe we've met, Ms.?"
The woman gave him a charming smile and shook his hand. "Lucy West. You're Dare, right?"
He nodded shortly. "Yes. Did you want to ask me something?"
Lucy snapped her fingers. "Right, sorry. When you go up north, do you pass by a settlement called Arefu?"
"I do. I pass under that settlement to cross the river." Dare replied simply. He didn't mention that an old man with an assault rifle had thrown a grenade near him as a warning, before telling him about them being attacked by some people calling themselves 'The Family'. He relayed this to Lucy, who gained a rather worried look.
"Okay, now I'm really worried." She muttered, taking a long drink from her glass. "I send letters back home every month, but I haven't been getting anything back. Can you please check in on my parents and my brother the next time you go near?"
Dare sighed a little. He had the beginnings of a plan to infiltrate Paradise Falls, but nothing concrete. A little break might do him some good. "Sure. I'll check in on them for you. It might not be good news, though."
The blonde sighed and nodded. "I know. But I want to know. Just…tell me when you get back, okay?"
"Alright, I will."
"Thanks." Lucy replied before finishing off her drink and leaving with a slump in her shoulders.
Gob set the glass he was polishing down and gave Dare a meaningful look. "You know it's probably bad news, right?"
Dare gulped down his scotch quickly. "It's the Wasteland. It's almost always bad news." He tossed a few caps to the Ghoul and left with a wave.
When he returned home, he found Silver shutting off her terminal and stretching tiredly. "I'm going to bed. Also, I'm going out tomorrow." He said simply.
"Oh, okay." She replied, blinking slowly. "I'll be here, practicing my skills." A wide smile curved her lips as she stretched her fingers. "I can't believe I have skills now."
Dare stopped half-way up the stairs and smiled at her. "I'm glad you're happy, Silver." He said kindly.
Silver looked up at him with a soft expression. "Me too." A dark blush burst over her face. "Um…do you mind if I… sleep with you again?" She asked, looking and rubbing her arm nervously.
"Of course I don't mind." He replied, beckoning her to come with him.
Silver swiftly followed him into his room as he peeled his shirt off and laid down, scotching over to make room for an extra body. She dawdled at the edge of the mattress, fingering the hem of her shirt nervously.
Dare turned to look at her, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. "Is something wrong?"
"I…I just…do you want to have sex with me?" She blurted, quickly covering her mouth.
He frowned lightly. "I'm not asking, Silver, but I wouldn't say no if you wanted to. You're a beautiful woman."
Silver flushed deeply. The way he said that made it seem like it was a simple fact of life. The sun rose, Brahmin mooed, and she was beautiful. "You're just saying that," She muttered, running a hand through her hair.
Dare quirked an eyebrow at her, scowling slightly. "No I'm not. Why would I just say it if I didn't mean it?" He asked with irritation in his tone.
She played with her fingers, not meeting his eyes. "I don't believe you." She whispered quietly.
He scowled deeper, eyes flashing. He scanned her body language and his gaze softened. Sliding off of the bed, he stood in front of her, laying his hands on her shoulders. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" He asked quietly, when she didn't pull away.
Silver nodded slowly. Taking a deep breath, Dare cupped her cheeks and made her look up, into his eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed her.
She'd been kissed before. It was a hazard of her job. But this one…was different. The men she'd been with had simply stuck their tongues in her mouth and took what they wanted, closing their eyes and grabbing her ass or her boobs.
But Dare…he didn't do any of that. He pressed his lips gently to hers, his calloused hands warm and rough on her cheeks, staring deeply into her eyes, nothing but honesty shining in his own.
Everyone lied. It's just a fact of life. But he had been nothing but honest with her, and by the way he interacted with Moira, he always was. She'd been watching him carefully, snooping through his house to find his dirty secrets just so she could be prepared, and had found absolutely nothing. It was what had drawn her to him in the first place, when she had been waiting to die in her shack.
Silver pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming hard. "You aren't lying, are you?" She muttered.
"Nope." He replied simply, stroking her cheek.
She searched his eyes for a second before wrapping her arms around his neck and smashing her lips to his. He returned her embrace as she pushed him onto the bed, her hands caressing and squeezing his muscles as her tongue entered his mouth.
Silver broke away to sit up, pulling off her shirt and discarding on the floor along with her bra. As her hands went to her pants, Dare stopped her, gently grabbing her wrists. "Are you sure?" He asked quietly.
She pulled his hands up to her mouth and kissed the palms. "I've never been surer of anything in my life." She replied, directing his right hand to the center of her chest. "Can you feel it?"
He closed his eyes, feeling the pounding of her pulse under her soft skin. "Yeah. I can."
"Then let me show you." His eyes opened as Silver directed his hands to her breasts and began to work on her pants again.
Dare gently squeeze and rubbed her generous chest, drawing pleased gasps from her as she wiggled around. She was straddling his lap, and that didn't not make pulling her pants of easy. Giving a frustrated groan after a minute, Silver stood up and roughly yanked her garments off, kicking them in a corner and doing the same to his, leaving both of them bare before the other.
Silver didn't bother looking at what he had. It didn't even matter what his size was at this juncture, they were way past that point.
Dare had sat up, bringing his mouth to her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples and skin around them, but she didn't want foreplay. "Not tonight." She muttered, pushing him back down. "Later."
She straddled his lap again, grabbing his length and lining it up with her lips, before sinking down. She moaned in pleasure at the heat and fullness inside of her, stopping completely when he was buried entirely in her. "Oh god…"
Dare firmly gripped her hips, gasping quietly as her wet velvet walls squeezed him. He panicked slightly when he felt water dripping on his stomach, opening his eyes to see Silver with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Did I hurt you?" He asked gently, stroking her back.
She shook her head, silver-blonde hair whipping about. "No…I've never…felt this way."
Silver leaned over, pushing their bodies together and kissed him softly. She began to rock her hips, gasping into his mouth at every jolt of pleasure that slid up her spine. Her fingers twisted the sheets as she pressed her lips to his mouth, his cheeks and his neck.
She leaned back and began to pant as ecstasy clouded her mind, and she couldn't help but compare Dare to the other men…and there was just no comparison. Nothing compared to what she was experiencing now. There was warmth and pleasure and it was like her memories of previous excursions were being washed away by gentle wave of nothing she'd ever felt before.
"Silver…" Dare whispered, a slight warning in his tone.
Silver firmly planted him deep inside of her and locked her knees, crying out as liquid heat flooded her insides and wiped coherent thought away.
After what seemed to be hours, she came back to herself, finding that she was leaning back on his propped-up knees, panting harshly and feeling deliciously warm and full.
She looked down on Dare, who had his eyes closed, breathing heavily while he stroked her sides. Silver hadn't really noticed before, but he was really big. Not just sexually, either.
Dare opened his eyes when she giggled, cocking an eyebrow at her. "What?" Was I bad? It didn't sound like that a minute ago. He felt her sides, beads of sweat wetting his fingers. Doesn't feel like it, either.
"You're really big." She murmured, wiggling in his lap.
He uncharacteristically blushed, lightly. "I, uh…I am?"
Silver giggled again, wiggling some more. "I don't mean like that…well, not entirely. I mean, you're really tall. I've never noticed it before."
Dare scrunched his face in thought. "I'm not that tall."
She ran her nails down his chest lightly. "You're taller than Simms, and he's the tallest guy I've ever met." She said simply, just pointing out a fact.
He shrugged easily. His height wasn't something he really cared about, or noticed all that much. Silver wiggled in his lap again, and he shuddered lightly. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to get aroused again."
Silver wiggled some more, gasping as stiffness became apparent within her. "That's the thought…unless you don't want to go anymore?"
Dare shook his head, sitting up and planting a kiss on her lips. "Not what I meant." He rolled his hips, getting a moan of pleasure from her. "Just telling you. Although…"
His hands gripped her hips, stopping her slow bouncing. "Will my orgasming inside of you be a problem later?"
Silver gave him a slightly sad, sardonic smile. "Kids aren't going to be something I'll ever have, Dare."
"Ah." What can I honestly say to that? "Well, okay, then. Do you want to continue?" He asked, stroking her back and kissing her neck.
Silver slowly pushed herself up, before dropping back down. She continued the pattern and spoke in between pants and moans. "Does…that…answer…your question?"
He didn't bother to reply, he simply brought his lips down to her breasts and took one of her nipples in his mouth, to her groan of approval.
…
Dare sighed as he woke, his hand laid on the dip of Silver's back while the woman slept quietly on top of him. He slowly rolled over and distangled their legs, and unstuck their skin, all very carefully.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek and gathered up his clothes before heading downstairs. He heated up a pot of water and washed his sticky and somewhat smelly self off. Once clean, he poured the water out and got some more, leaving it to warm on the stove for Silver.
Dare dressed and packed his daily supplies, leaving behind his camouflage for both himself and his rifle. That would free up some space in his pack and some weight from his back, which was always a useful thing.
Once fully kitted out, he snuck back into his room and kissed Silver's cheek again and stroked her hair. She mumbled in her sleep, and he whispered, "I'll be back tonight, alright?"
She didn't respond, not that he expected her to, and kissed her once more before leaving the house.
Pulling his hat low to block the light from the rising sun, Dare strode north through the wasteland, heading towards Arefu, watching for any signs of danger while chewing on a piece of gum.
Thankfully, the journey was uninterrupted by enemies or hostile animals, and he arrived at the settlement within two hours. Then a grenade clattered to the ground next to his feet.
Dare drew his foot back and kicked the explosive off the side of the bridge, where it exploded harmlessly in the air. "I would advise you not to waste your grenades to warn people." He calmly called to the old man behind the sandbags.
"Oh, it's you again. What're you doing, approaching Arefu?" He asked suspiciously.
"A woman in Megaton, named Lucy West, asked me to stop by and check in on her family here. She's worried since they haven't responded to any of her letters." Dare replied, stopping in front of the sandbags.
"Oh, Little Lucy? I couldn't tell how the Wests have been doing, everybody's been staying inside since the Family started harassing us." He titled the cap on his head back and scratched at his receded hairline. "If it's not too much, can you go around and check on everyone? That's the Ewer, Schenzy and West places. Don't go into my house though."
The man didn't point out which houses held which families, so Dare rolled his eyes and said, "Sure."
Going through the small settlement, Dare checked on the houses, finding that one contained a wife and husband (the wife seemed to have lost her marbles and the husband was jerkass), and the other only held a single woman who greeted him cautiously through the door. Once he had explained that Evan King, the old man who was also the mayor, apparently, she let him in with no fuss.
She was perfectly safe and sort of pissed that Evan King, Mayor, had dictated that everyone should stay inside in fear of the Family.
Personally, he agreed with what she said and told her as much before checking on the West residence.
Knocking, he gained no answer. He tried again, to no avail. Pressing his ear to the door, Dare frowned when no sound came through. That was worrying. What was worse was that the door was unlocked.
Slowly turning the knob, Dare opened his mouth to call out, only to gag on the smell of rancid, decaying flesh.
Lying on the floor was the desiccated corpses of two adults. On the wall, written in what looked like dried human blood, was a pair of simple words.
'The Family'.
"Huh." Dare muttered. "That's not good."
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A/N: Well, there you go. Another chapter. I can't really say where this going, as I only have the barest idea. I have whole arc planned out that should be around five or six chapters. And that's about it, really.
On the lemon: Don't complain, please. This is Fallout. In world like that, there's a whole lot of fucking going on. There are Raiders, there are Slavers, and there's a whole lot fucking, and good chunk of that is probably not consensual. Just saying. Someone could write a really long lemon story about all the fuckin' going on in Fallout. I probably wouldn't read it, though.
So yeah, nothing to say, really. I'm glad people are enjoying it, though. And thanks to the people who have reviewed.
Read, Enjoy and Review. And if you like it, maybe you tell me? And then you tell your friends? And then maybe they tell me? And I think you know where I'm going with this.
Stay Awesome.
~Soleneus
P.S.: I am working on Still Not Hero, just to assure the ones who came here from there. I've just had a few busy weeks. Can't say when it'll be posted, but soon, in any case.
Stay Awesome Some More.
~still Soleneus