Title: Danse is Dense

Pairing: Fem. Sole X Danse

Prompt: Found at the Falloutkinkmeme. Goes as follows:

The female SS joins the Brotherhood believing in their cause but is disillusioned once Maxson and the rest of the Brotherhood show up. She just can't support their bigoted ideology. She likes Danse a lot though and tries to convince him that the Brotherhood has lost their way and to leave with her but he's being pigheaded.

Would like them to get into a heated argument that leads to really hot sex. I love the idea of the normally composed Danse giving into his passion. I would prefer it if they aren't in a relationship when the sex happens, they're both just low-key crushing on each other and trying to keep things platonic and professional. Obviously, it doesn't work.

Warnings: Smut

"Can you shut up and listen for a minute?" Cat hollers, her hands fisted against her sides. Anger radiating from her every pore.

He just didn't get it. Or just didn't want to. He couldn't see that the Brotherhood he believes in, that big almighty institution he takes as some kind of religion, is all just a big illusion.

She can't understand how he doesn't see it, they're actions goddamn scream Bigots! On more than one occasion, she's tried to reason with him, tried to make him see the error of the organization's ways. But he won't listen… or worse, he doesn't want to listen.

Yeah, she too had been brought to the Brotherhood convinced with all of Danse's praise. But the moment she had met Maxson and truly got to know the rest of the Brotherhood, the more she wanted to clean her hands of them.

Yet, Danse was different, she could just tell and she wanted to save him. Even from himself.

He shuts down her every claim against his beloved organization. Every time in his usually composed demeanor. On those occasions, she'd just give up. Knowing full well that he was set in his pigheaded ways. But not today. Today he's different. His usually expressionless face is marred by the crease in his brow. She's caught him on a day when he's removed his power armor for maintenance and she almost gives up her fight at the sight.

But she doesn't and is rewarded by the recently acquired knowledge that Danse, in all his severe formality, tends to talk with his hands when he's angry. And to her immense pleasure, this display of an unarmored - unguarded Danse, angry, makes her hot beyond belief.

"You know absolutely nothing about what this organization has down for the Commonwealth, you damn well better remember that." He says, stepping closer to her.

Fuck. Me. Sideways. He just challenged me.

"Or what?" she grounds out through her teeth, breaching his personal space. She can smell him now. And Cat can't help but love the aroma that assaults her senses as he nears. It's not something she can help and she doesn't think she wants too.

The Paladin is.. well he's what I would've considered an all-American man. Loyal, dedicated and strong. Not to mention, handsome. At least, prewar. He was still all those things, even now, and it drove her crazy. Months of almost constant companionship had made her see him in a whole new way. Yeah, he was strong but he had a tendency to be shy at times, even a bit awkward. He isn't very good at social situations but excels in combat and weaponry.

She doesn't know what'd she do without him… and that above all else, frustrates her. Which helped, considering the fact that they were still in the middle of an argument and he was looking down at her with an intensity that made her heart beat just that much faster.

"Is that insubordination I hear, soldier?" He questions, brow raised. And she's had it.

"Fuck you, Danse."

With her fists still held tight at her sides, she pivots a full one-eighty and walks out the door. She takes about ten steps when his hand comes to wrap around her upper arm and she's pushed through a set of doors on the other side.

She has no time to readjust to her surroundings before her back is up against the now shut door. Danse, just a few inches away.

"Do not ever turn your back on me!" He bellows into her face and she smiles a quick but wide and wicked grin before she's on him. Arms and legs wrapping around his torso and neck, lips smashing against his.

It takes him about a millisecond to respond but when he does, and oh-fucking-god does he, it's like she's being devoured. Then, their suits are coming off faster than her brain can process it and too soon she's completely bare on a table.

He gives her no time to prepare before he's deep inside and they share no words as he digs her into the wood of the table. All she can do is pant and moan, her brain in total overload of sensation..

Danse attacks her mouth, throat and chest. Taking his time to mark her more than what is necessary, considering. She isn't sure how they'd gotten into this predicament, but she doesn't care.

Cat's riding the waves of a monumental orgasm and that was all that mattered at the moment.

They peaked almost simultaneously, Cat reaching it first and forcing his with her deep spasms. Laying there for what seems like forever, she can't help but wonder how this little event will affect their working relationship. But she has her answer sooner than she'd expected because he seems to recover and gets off her. Then he's dressed in a blink of an eye and she wonders if she's done something wrong.

"Danse?" She asks, her voice curious but questioning.

"Listen… I like you…" He looks at her then and she notices the blush across his neck. But then he turns away. "But.. This can't change anything."

She agrees with his statement, as vague as it is, because her life is complicated enough right now to add love to it. So, she nods and gives him a small smile.

Moving to him, she leans up and kisses him. Quick and sweet. Then she turns and leaves, knowing full well that his pigheadedness won't allow him to follow her after that scenario.

Later on that night, she's in her shack in Sanctuary when she finally looks in the mirror. Seven. That's how many bites he's left on her neck and shoulders.

"Damn you, Danse." She mutters to herself with a smile and turns to lays down on her cot. She's plenty sore and she needs her rest.