There was a stairwell in Vault 101 that Amata and her best friend liked to hang out in. It was always empty since it was pretty out of the way and technically wasn't supposed to be used once the Overseer sealed off the portion of empty living quarters it led to.
So for years what once was a duo that slowly and miraculously turned into a trio of teenagers sought out the guaranteed quiet to meet without worrying about prying eyes and ears for some much needed downtime.
"She's just so good, ya know?"
Amata gave an affirmative hum of acknowledgement and continued to pretend to read.
"Ya know she stayed late to help Brotch grade papers? Who the fuck does that? Pretty sure he even hates his job."
"She does that a lot," she replied. "Usually a couple times a month or after an exam."
"Well, yeah, she's too fucking smart for her own good."
Amata let the silence linger a moment as she contemplated how to soften her next words. Ah, hell with it. "But she can also be incredibly dumb."
Butch huffed and opened his mouth to deny it but…
"Yeah," he admitted. "She can be a bit ditzy."
"Ditzy," Amata echoed then slammed her book closed because this was gonna be good.
He snorted. "Well, what else would you call mixing up the goal nets and scoring a point for the other team in the last soccer game?"
"I call it 'her staring at your ass in those tight shorts of yours and letting the blood flow straight from her head to her whim wham'." she said flatly.
"Whim wham!" Butch howled, honest to God tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. "What the fuck, Amata?" She blushed and crossed her arms.
"Well, excuse me for having a modicum of decorum! Jeez, you can't just say stuff like that out in the open, Butch."
He gestured toward the abandoned stairwell they occupied. "Oh yeah, I think I just heard your dad shit his pants just cause his little angel even thought the word pussy." She gave him a hard shove.
"Grow up!"
"What? You can eat it," he waggled his eyebrows. "But you can't say it?"
"What are you eating, Mata?" A familiar voice piped up. "I want some!"
Butch's grin turned absolutely filthy and he opened his mouth to reply just what their favorite newcomer could absolutely eat when a handful of fingers shoved their way into his mouth and Amata muttered something about killing him and getting away with it.
The older teen ripped the girl's fingers from his mouth and gagged, "Sweet Jesus that's gross! Why is your hand so salty? Where the fuck have your fingers been?!"
It was Amata's turn to smirk. "I think you know exactly where my fingers have been," she said with a pointed wink at the teenager standing above them.
"Okay," the teenage girl declared. "I'm not sure if I'm more confused or offended. Should I come back later?"
"Come here, baby girl." Butch dragged the girl into his lap and moved to press a kiss to her lips. She gave him a quick peck but pulled away when he tried to deepen the kiss to something more.
"Nuh uh," she shook her head. "Despite what Amata claims, her fingers have not been inside me recently and I know damn well she washed her hands after so… Have fun with whatever is floating in your mouth right now." She giggled as his face screwed with disgust then leaned over to give Amata an equally chaste kiss.
Amata pouted and reached out for another but the other girl simply offered her other cheek. "Nope! Don't even try to use those puppy eyes on me, Mata. Should'a thought of that before you infected Butch with the plague."
"But sweetie," she cooed. "Butch was being an ass. You know he probably deserved it."
"Oh sure," Butch snorted. "You can say ass but God forbid you say- Ow!" He scowled at Amata who had kicked at his ankle and was doing her damnedest to look innocent with her big brown lying eyes and soft words of love aimed at the girl between them.
I hate you, he mouthed to her.
She not so subtly flipped him off.
"Alright!" their girlfriend sighed. "I can see that you guys are too busy acting like five year olds to appreciate the present I got you. That's okay. Maybe we can just watch a movie or- ack!"
Butch gently turned her face toward his and used every bit of charm in his arsenal on her. "You got us a present, darling?"
"Are you wearing it?" Amata breathed and let one of her slim, long fingered hands wander from the inside of her knee and up, up, up until she could rub between her legs.
Butch, meanwhile, let his piercing blue eyes devour the girl's every feature of her face from the widening pupils of her eyes to the flush rapidly spreading across her cheeks and the pink tongue that darted out to swipe across plump lips.
"Answer me, sweetie," Amata ordered gently. "Are. You. Wearing it?"
Butch smiled with reassurance at the girl now lightly panting in his arms and moved the hand that framed her face to slowly lower to wrap around her throat. He felt her pulse jump and watched as her lips parted with a quiet moan that had him thanking whatever God watched over them for her.
"In my bra," she whispered. "Right side."
Amata and Butch met eyes, they rarely needed words when it came to this but this only worked if they were on the same page. A second passed before Amata gave an barely there nod that had Butch pressing his lips to the corner of their lover's lips before he lowered the hand at her neck down to unzip the jumpsuit she wore to reveal her breasts contained by a soft pink bra.
"Gorgeous," he murmured, then trailed his fingers beneath the silky cup and over soft heated skin until he met something hard and distinctly metal. He got a firm grip and slowly pulled free a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Butch blinked dumbly at them, brain out to lunch sorry for the inconvenience and Amata wasn't much better with her mouth fallen open wide enough to catch a Radroach.
"Oh my, God, I knew this was dumb! Give them to me! I'll take them back and we can forget this ever happened and-"
"Fucking, Christ, baby girl! You're so goddamn perfect," Butch practically growled and dropped the cuffs in his hurry to kiss the embarrassed words falling from her lips.
Amata scrambled to catch them then fumbled for the key that had fallen free before yanking Butch away from the dazed looking girl who was sprawled with her back on the metal stairs to shove the cuffs at Butch and demanded, "Here, cuff her here."
"No," Butch grunted. "Not fucking here. We need a bed and pillows for her to scream into as we take her apart."
"Yeah," Amata groaned. "Yeah, you're right."
Butch chuckled as he helped Amata pull their unsteady girlfriend to her feet and carefully zipped her back up. "Mark this on your calendar, baby," he said teasingly. "I now declare this 'Butch Was Right About Something Day'."
"Wait," Amata said with a frown. "Where did you even get these?"
"Oh." Two sets of eyes turned to the now flustered girl standing before them. "Well, I asked Officer Gomez to show me the new med kit they have in there since I'm studying under my dad and Jonas now," she said with a happy smile at the result of her G.O.A.T exam. "And, well, he had to step out for a few minutes and did you know they just leave these things out in the open in the weapons lockers? Completely unlocked! So…" she shrugged. "I just kinda helped myself."
She looked quizzically at them as they stared silently back at her.
"So, let me get this straight." Amata said slowly. "You stole official Vault 101 Security property?"
"Oh, well, I mean," she smiled uncertainly at them. "I wouldn't say I stole something. Maybe borrowed?" She looked helplessly to Butch and, to be fair, if anyone would walk that thin line of technicality it would be him but he knew where this was heading and was content to watch the unexpected show. Seeing as she wasn't going to be receiving any help from him she continued with a hint of uncertainty. "The unit was unlocked after all and-"
"Still," Amata purred. "You took something without authorization. That's an infraction for sure. I am the next Overseer, after all, if anyone would know it would be me."
"Oh," the other girl whispered then it clicked and her entire demeanor changed as understanding dawned on her. "Well, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know."
Finally Butch spoke up. "Seems like you did, kitten. After all, do you usually sneak things out using your breasts?"
"No but-"
Amata held up a hand to silence her. "We all know you're in the wrong here, sweetie. Seems like the only thing left to do is punish you."
"Yeah?" she whimpered. In tandem Butch and Amata stalked forward until the girl had no choice but to back blindly up the stairs and toward the landing. "It's my first infraction," she said as she reached the unlocked stairwell door. "Can't I just get off with a warning?"
"Sorry, baby girl," Butch smirked. "Sometimes you get the taste for something and you just can't quit it."
"Trust us," Amata drawled. "We know all about it."
Their prey gave out a delighted laugh then opened the door behind her for a quick escape knowing her lovers were at her heels giving chase.