Yay! Sweet, lovely Veronica 😊 I feel like I really need to write for her more often, so this was so perfect, ahh 😩
But I hope y'all like it! <3
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Pair: Veronica x Reader
Dialogue: “I didn’t know how much I wanted this until now.”
Word: Value
Rating: SFW
Category: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1.2k
“V-Veronica? Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to–”
“No!” The brotherhood scribe interrupted as she turned to face you where you were standing in the doorway, your knuckles still pressed to the wall where you’d knocked before entering the crimson-walled room.
“No, Six, you did everything right. I’m just…” Veronica continued as she turned away and she bit her lip, clearly a slew of words was waiting to leave her, but something wouldn’t allow them to pass.
With a small sigh, you approached her slowly, afraid you’d scare your companion off, like you had almost an hour ago now with your touches, your words that'd evidently been too much for her.
She’d been receptive to you overall, you thought– you knew, given the way she was the first to lean her head against you all those months ago, the first to grasp your hand in hers, the first, even, to kiss you on the cheek one night, that stayed so snug and fond in your memory. But... had she not meant any of that romantically? Had she not meant to hint to it all with the nights you felt her crawl into bed beside you? With the way she petted and played with your hair? With the few times you two had kissed one another, not on the cheek, but in a place that screamed 'more than platonic'?
How could I have been so wrong?
You sat on another bed across from her, in the line of three that you had in the guest room at the Lucky 38, keeping your distance enough not to overwhelm her, but close enough that you could try and tell what she was thinking.
Though, to say you could’ve guessed the next words out of her mouth would’ve been a drastic understatement.
“...Did I ever tell you I was in love before?”
You tried not to let your eyes widen too dramatically, or let your mouth fall open– merely clearing your throat to mask your surprise.
“B-before?”
“Yeah, before you…”
Me?
You couldn’t hold back your expression this time, the astonishment must’ve shown through every feature of your face as you stared at her, unblinking and slack-jawed; though, if Veronica noticed, she made no mention of it.
Maybe she just meant ‘before she met me.’ Yeah… maybe that’s it. To think, she might’ve–
“There was this girl,” Veronica continued, and you were pulled from your thoughts, “In the Brotherhood and we, well…”
“They wouldn’t let you be together…” You filled in gently as she trailed off, as realization struck. “You’re right, I do remember you mentioning that to me. But it was so early on, almost just after I’d met you, I’d… I almost forgot it was you who told me that.”
Veronica only hummed in response, her eyes set firmly on the bed sheets that she was fidgeting with between her pale fingers. Her brow was hard over her downcast eyes, forcing you to lower your head to try and meet her gaze.
“So, um, why did you tell me? So early on, I mean.”
Veronica nodded before answering, as though she expected this question would soon follow.
“I didn’t know where this… Just, didn’t know how much I would end up liking you, I suppose I… I used to tell everyone. Everyone I could see myself getting close to, you know? Maybe it’d scare them off, maybe it would tell them that I’m just not interested, because…”
Veronica just stopped in her tracks, her voice vacating her body once again as she stared a hole into the mattress she was seated upon.
You leaned forward, scooting until you were nearly off your own bed, and put a hand over hers, where it had been fidgeting with the sheet. Without seeming to think about it, Veronica’s hand adjusted to accept your own, twining her fingers with yours intermittently as she continued to fiddle and fuss.
“Because?” You prodded her quietly.
“Because I never wanted to be interested again. I… Never knew that I wanted this, until now. Until you. Hell, didn’t really even think it was possible for me to fall in love with someone again, but then, along you ca–”
“Love?” You couldn’t contain your outburst, your surprise, any longer, and the word jumped from your lips as you nearly toppled off the bed.
“Well, yeah. What’d you think?” Veronica laughed a bit, as though it had been obvious to you, as though your question wasn’t a completely valid one.
“Did– Wait, did you not know?”
Your head shook before any words could formulate, but still, you couldn’t help but find yourself smiling in return at Veronica’s confession, even as obvious as she thought it might be.
“No, I mean… No? I just, I know we liked each other, and I knew that... I loved you, that I wanted to take this further, hence this, uh, little date night surprise I organized, but…” You sighed at the memory of her running off midway through the dinner you’d made in the large hotel room kitchen, recalled the way her glass clattered as you’d told her all she meant to you, as you’d said the same such thing Veronica had just admitted to you.
And she'd ran the other way.
“You seemed so uncomfortable throughout it,” You continued, hardly even noticing the way you shifted your body from your mattress to her own to sit closer beside her. “Even though we’ve been so close these past few months, I thought maybe you just said yes to my little romantic dinner to be polite. Because, you didn’t want to lose our friendship, as close as it was. Or, I don’t know…”
“No, well… That’s true too, I suppose. After all, when Christine and I were just friends, things were just…”
She stopped and looked away, hiding her bright, mahogany eyes from you again, and not for the first time that night, you found yourself mourning the loss of her gaze meeting yours.
“Look, Veronica… I’m sorry.” Your fingers stroked over her hand as you spoke, calming yourself with the comforting touch as much as you hoped it would her. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. For how the Brotherhood made you feel, for the way they treated both of you. And… If you’re not ready to move on, I… I understand. And, well, I’m willing to wait for you. But if… even if you’re never ready for something like that– a relationship again, I’ll always be your friend.”
Even as she kept looking down, it was impossible not to notice the way Veronica's lips twitched in a perfect little smile.
“You’re right, Six.” She said quietly, “I… don’t think I’m ready to move on. And… You’re right that I may never be, but…” Now she looked at you, and you found yourself having to muster the strength to mask your disappointment, as small and insignificant as it was.
I meant what I said. Our friendship… It means too much for me to let this come between us.
I love her. No matter what that means to either of us, I know it to be true.
Above all, I just want her to be happy.
“What you said,” Veronica continued, “It makes a world of difference to me. And I do, no matter what, Six. I love you.”
Your heart leapt in your chest to hear her say that, and though it craved, everything in you craved to hear her say those words a thousand more times, and to mean them the way you did, you knew that this– what you have with her now– it was enough.
dude... how did you make the submissive and breedable ask so good. I never thought I'd utter this sentence but dude... how would the NEW VEGAS companions react to being called submissive and breedable?
R!FONV Companions React to Being Called "Submissive and Breedable"
You kill me, anon 😂 and I never thought I'd be answering an ask like this either, but here we both are!
No, this is such a fun prompt to write for though, omg.
Included Below: Arcade, Benny, Boone, Cass, Joshua, Mr. House, Raul, Ulysses, Veronica & Yes Man
Let me know if you wanna see anyone else! May as well, since I've come this far with it lol.
Here is part one as well, with the FO4 folks!
And here is part three with the peeps from FO3
I hope you enjoy!
ALSO, some NSFW content below, so just look out for that 😉
Arcade:
“Ahem, I’m not sure that that’s actually, um, a correct assumption. Technically, and biologically speaking, that is.”
Arcade laughs off his own words quickly as a crimson hue overtakes his pale features. He’d been waiting for someone like this, someone like you to come along. You could compete with his charm, his wit, his relentless flirting, you could handle him, and he relished in the opportunity to handle you too, but this?! What the hell was he supposed to say to this? Here he was, lying on his back, with you literally on top of him, body pressed against his, with your lightly calloused hands splayed out over his chest, and your hot breath spilling down his neck as you whispered filthy nothings into his ear, nothing of the charming or witty sort either, only the crude and jocular. At least he hoped it was jocular.
What was he supposed to do, but respond with his own humor? Arcade could hardly get anything else out, the way he was trying to suppress the sinful sounds threatening to spill from his lips at your contact.
“Oh, shut up.” You said, your grin making your lips a firm line against his jaw as you left a trail of kisses from his earlobe to his mouth. Arcade sighed.
“You don’t always have to be such a know-it-all, you know.” He gulped at your words, in an attempt to swallow down the moan trying to leave his throat as your fingers roamed his bare chest, the roughened tips of them grazing over his sensitive nipples, causing him to quiver beneath you. "You'll ruin my fun."
“Uh-huh.” Was all he could manage to get out. You only snickered against him, looking deeply into his hazy eyes as you continued your cruel ministrations over his chest. Arcade tried to repress another sound as you pinched ruthlessly at his hardening nubs, but managed only to whimper in the process.
“Shh, doctor. Let your patient work.” Your lips captured his again, and Arcade let his eyes fall shut.
Faex. He cursed inwardly. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just please, don’t stop this.
Benny:
“Woah baby, why don’t we leave the sheet gabbing to me, hm?”
“What, am I making you uncomfortable?” Your lips brushed the shell of Benny’s ear as he shifted beneath you, and suddenly he pulled away, looking you in the eye with a cocked brow.
“What?” You sat back, letting your weight settle into the chairman’s lap as he continued regarding you judgmentally. “Look, you spew nonsense day in and day out, least you could do is humor me. You know how many times your gabbing has thrown off the mood for me?”
“I thought you liked my dirty talk, doll.” Benny’s eyebrows furrowed in hurt at your words, as though he hadn’t a clue what you could be talking about.
“Oh, come on. It’s not dirty, Benny! It’s just... Weird.”
His mouth fell open in disbelief and his gaze fell down to regard the bedsheets somberly. In the next moment, the chairman’s lips wilted into a frown and he shifted from underneath you once more, now less inclined just to squirm playfully, and more so to get away.
You flexed your legs from where they rested on the bed, straddling him, and forcing him to stay between them.
“Wait.” You sighed, “I’m sorry, hon. I just… I wanted to try something new. When you do that, I tend to go with it, right?”
He still didn’t look at you, but after a moment, he gave a small, resigned nod. You smiled at that, your hands roaming upwards from where they rested upon his bare shoulders, up to settle on either side of his lightly stubbled face.
“And for the record…” You turned his face up and towards your own, trying to draw his gaze to meet yours, “Just because it’s weird, it doesn’t mean I don’t like it.”
Finally, his eyes met yours.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re platinum.”
Boone:
Boone’s jaw clenched from side to side as he tried to think of a proper response to your filthy words, one with any semblance at all of composure or understanding. But he really was just perplexed.
What the hell does that mean? Do you really intend to…
He shook his head, and turned to you, just as your fingers came up to delicately remove the shades from his face, revealing his wide grey-green eyes and flushed cheeks. A light blush like this was rarely present on the sniper’s tanned face, but the dim light of the room, the whiskey, and your accompanying words had the ex-soldier flustered and sweating. If you thought he’d looked vulnerable enough to call him that beforehand, well now, without the defense his sunglasses provided him… What else was his wicked partner planning to whisper to him?
“Is that really what you meant to call me?” He asked as you grinned at him, pulling your body up onto the bed fully to straddle his lap. Boone wasn’t sure if he was frightened or aroused. He knew he wanted to be the latter, but the former seemed to be more on par at the moment. No one had ever said anything like that to him before, and now Boone was finding that he was more baffled than anything else. How did you expect him to respond? What do you want?
“I said what I said. And I meant it, soldier.” Boone gulped as the hot breath from your words hit his neck, and he nearly shuddered as your lips dragged over the tender skin below his ear.
Damn you.
“But… But what does that mean?” He couldn’t help but ask, wishing for the life of him he could just be satisfied with what you were giving him, but he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around what you were getting at, what you could possibly have meant. “You couldn’t mean that you’re going to try–”
“Look, hon,” You pulled away for a second, your hands remaining on his shoulders as you looked him in the eye, “I don’t know exactly what it means, I heard it once, and just thought it sounded kinda steamy. Just forget about it, okay?” With that, you returned your attention to his neck, laying wet kisses down towards his bare chest in quick succession, hoping the action could bring him back into the present moment.
“Where the hell did you actually hear someone say this?”
You groaned at that, your forehead banging against his shoulder in a show of good-humored frustration.
“I don’t know, Boone. Maybe around one of the Casinos or something. Can we just… you know, get back to it? Dirty talk was a bad idea, got it. Noted. Please, just… Just kiss me already.”
Boone sighed in relief, closing his eyes briefly to expel the confusion from his head.
“That, I can do.” He said lowly, one hand reaching gently for your jaw as he drew your face towards his, capturing your lips in a kiss and effectively silencing any additional puzzling mutterings you might think to voice.
Cass:
“Oh, fuck off.” Cass threw over her shoulder as she bent down once again, still picking up the bits of glass littering the floor after she’d dropped her beer bottle. You looked down at her suggestively from the high table you were seated at, a shit-eating grin on your face as you made a show of looking at your partner’s shapely ass.
“Or,” she continued, “You know, you could help me clean up all this shit. Yer the one that caused it, after all, ain’t ya?”
You chuckled at that, remembering the suggestive words you had uttered as she was walking back from the bar, Cass’s surprise causing her to lose her grip on the bottle until it had clattered to the floor.
“Not my fault I get you hot and bothered so easily.” You threw her a sly grin as you slithered off your high chair, stalking over to your companion as her chin tilted down and she fixed you with a hooded stare and a cocked brow.
“Oh, is that it? I think I’ve just had too much to drink, that’s all.”
“Come on,” You say, so close to the caravaneer that your nose brushes the tip of hers, “We both know how I make you feel.”
“Yeah?” Cass set her jaw, even as a light pink began dusting her pale cheekbones and her brows furrowed in mild annoyance, “I think you’ll have to remind me, seems like I’ve forgotten.”
“You bend over again, ‘n I’ll give you the reminder you need.” With that, you bring your hand down on her ass with a loud smack, and, in spite of herself, Cass let out a small yelp of surprise. She recovered quickly though, and the sly grin gracing your face vanished as she brought her lips to yours heatedly.
Cass’s kiss was sloppy, eliciting a moan from you, in front of all of the other bar patrons, and causing you to take a step back from the force of your union. She only pulled away when she could feel you trying desperately to suck in a breath from between her lips, and still, she didn’t go without setting her teeth to your bottom lip, pulling at it until she felt you flinch.
Your face was redder than a fire gecko’s blood, and Cass smiled at her victory as you stuttered over your attempt at words. She threw you a half smile, grabbed your shirt by the collar, pulling you into her until her lips brushed the shell of your ear.
“An' don’t you ever forget the way I make you feel. You go ‘round sayin’ words like that, you’d best be prepared to act on ‘em. Now, let’s blow this joint, whaddaya say?”
Joshua:
His piercing eyes turned to you just as the whisper left your grinning mouth. You were taken back by the heat of his look, but it was difficult to decipher if his gaze was one of arousal, or one of anger. Reading the expression of a man with a covered face was no easy task, but you tended to pride yourself in being able to read him through his eyes alone.
This was not one of those times.
You waited with bated breath as Joshua drew closer to you, your own playful smile fading slowly from your face as he pushed his face close enough to your own to see the individual fibers of his bandages.
“The words you speak…” He said quietly, the setting sun behind him lighting his frame brilliantly, while his face remained darkened by his own shadow, the only light coming from his still-blazing eyes, “They’re quite… sinful, wouldn’t you say?” You gulped as his gaze fell to your lips for a moment, before flitting back up to hold your own eyes hostage once again.
“I–I didn’t really mean–” You tried to stutter, but his covered lips met yours before you could finish your explanation. Joshua has made a hell of a lot of mistakes in his life, but you’re not one of them. As far as he’s concerned, you’re the one thing he doesn’t have to repent for.
For now, at least.
Mr. House:
The screen stared blankly back at the grinning courier below, and though it’s expression didn’t change, the disappointment radiating from the glass was palpable.
“Oh, c’mon, Bob. What did you expect me to say at the sight of you?”
“I have to admit, anything but what you just said. Anything at all.”
“Look, I’ve got to hand it to you, you really don’t look a day over 260 years old, honest. It’s just… When I spend so much time with this you, the you in front of me now… It just, I was surprised, is all. You know how I tend to respond when I don’t know what to say.”
Through the speakers, you heard a sigh as you approached House’s motherboard, leaning against it and running a hand affectionately over the smooth surface, being careful not to press any of the keys below.
“Unfortunately, yes, I do.” You glanced up at the screen, the hum of his voice causing a tremor to run up through your body from where you were seated on the board. You never knew quite how it happened, how you’d come to have such affection for someone who may as well be dead. Someone who looked the way he did. But you did.
Now what?
How you wished you could have known the Robert House from before the bombs. How glamorous it all would have been. Now though, this is what you had. A warm screen buzzing with what you wished was more than just electricity, his calming voice, or what it had been, his likeness… his shriveled body, a shell of what it once was, and the core processors, towers, and electrical entrails that made up the Robert that you could interact with today. How could you express to him all you felt, all that you wished for the two of you? It was much easier to tease, to joke and prod at the man you wished you could love, rather than dwell on the fact that for you, it would always be a dream, and for House… Well, you couldn’t bear to find out what it would be for him.
Whether he returned your feelings or not, you knew nothing would change between the two of you. How could it? Even with your love, he’d still be a screen, a computer, just a mockery of the man you wished you could have. Whether Robert loved you back or not, if you tried to show it the way you wanted to, the way you felt you needed to, it didn't matter how much he cared for you in return, he would still turn to dust in your trembling, wanton hands.
Raul:
“Ay dios mío, estás siendo tan traviesa/o.”
Raul mumbled with a little grin. You were always so feisty in the mornings, and what was an old ghoul to do, but indulge you? Waking up next to you like this, the sheets all tangled over your naked form, your hands roaming his own bare skin… There was no way in hell he’d say no to you under these circumstances. Besides, if he did refuse you, he knew you would only be squirming all through breakfast, and he couldn’t bear the thought of your eyes, pleading with unsatisfied want. Not when his own would reflect those very same feelings and frustrations. Mornings with you were bliss. It almost made him forget the two-thousand degree sand hell crawling with monsters just on the other side of the door.
Raul shivered as your cool hands slid up his back and grasped at his shoulders, pulling him from his thoughts, and his morning haze. He felt your lips on his neck, and slowly turned to face you, a wide grin spreading up to his tired eyes as he moved to wrap you in his arms.
It always started like this, you teasing him, trying to provoke that dominant side that only you knew, until he inevitably relinquished control after a bout of play fighting that he swears he absolutely never lets you win on purpose. You sure know how to make an old ghoul feel young again, feel alive, and feel hopelessly in love.
“Buenos días, mi amor. You feeling lucky this morning, hmm?”
Ulysses:
Your voice met his ears before the sight of you swam into focus, and even in the dim lantern light, Ulysses could make out the mischief in your eyes as you grinned down at him.
“You didn’t kill me.” He rasped lowly, and despite the pain, he fumbled upwards into a seated position, fixing a warning glare on the courier before him as you moved to help him up.
Everything ached. He was sure that you had been involved with the ambush that had incapacitated him, but judging by the wounds littering your own battered form, Ulysses was forced to retract that assumption.
“Glad you’re feeling okay.”
Ulysses’ head pounded and he closed his eyes as he winced at the throbbing pain. He knew he lost a lot of blood, and he must be dehydrated.
“Here.” His eyes snapped open as you reached out to hand him a bottle of purified water. Ulysses only nodded as he took it into his hand and drank the contents down quickly.
“When you’re done with that, you know you could thank me." You said cheekily, "It’s not just that I didn’t kill you, Ulysses, it’s that I saved your life. But you couldn’t have known that, I suppose. So, I'll allow the hostile tone. Honestly though, I wish you could’ve seen–”
“What did you call me?” He placed the empty bottle beside his makeshift bedroll and looked the blabbering courier in the eye, his senses returning to him now that the delirium of dehydration had been chased away.
“U… Ulysses? That’s your name–”
“Yes. Before then, before I woke, what did you say?”
“Y-you can hear in your sleep?”
Ulysses hadn’t felt the urge to roll his eyes in years. The response was often seen as comical, and usually served him no purpose. But somehow you managed to elicit that very same response to your words almost constantly. The fear in your eyes told him you weren't trying to annoy him on purpose though, so he attempted to clarify.
“A moment ago, I began to stir, and you said that I looked–”
“Oh!” You exclaimed, your eyes widening as, even in the gloom, Ulysses could see a flush creeping up the whole of your face. “Yeah, never mind that. I just… You’re wounded, and half-naked, and your hair was framing your face in this perfect way, and with the soft lantern light, I-I just…”
His dark eyes narrowed under furrowed brows.
What are you aiming at?
“Sorry, Ulysses. I didn’t mean anything by it, really. It was just a joke, for myself, that's all.”
“You’re lying.” His eyes never left you as he spoke. A long pause grew between you two, and Ulysses could practically hear you sweating in your sleep clothes, even in the chill of the evening. But he waited for you to speak, to reveal what it was you had intended to hide from him.
“Yeah… You could tell?” You said finally, rubbing at the back of your neck, as a shy smile softened your worried expression. “I’m just… I’m glad you didn’t die, is all.”
Ulysses knew you weren't saying all that you should, but still, he intended to get to the guided heart of what you were trying to keep from him. Perhaps in the morning, but for now...
"Sleep, courier. I'll keep watch."
Veronica:
“Aww, babe! You’re so cute when you try to take the lead. Go ahead, tell me what else you’re going to do.”
You both knew well by now that Veronica tended to be in charge. She could manhandle you to wherever she wanted, make you fall apart at her touch, make you shiver with her words, and you always tended to do as she asked without her even needing to; but she also knew you liked to pretend once in a while, and, well... she'll allow it. Though, she could be better at playing a more submissive role in the moment.
No matter though, it was still early in the evening, an orange light shone into the room, casting a soft glow over your partner’s body as she smiled up at you sweetly. You intended to rid her darkened eyes of their rebellious glint by the time the sun’s light had been snuffed out by the incessant horizon.
Yes, you knew she tended to be in charge, and those nights certainly had more than their fair share of appeal, but there was always something exciting about the power shift, about your partner allowing you to take advantage of her, to take over her role until she was shuttering helplessly beneath you. It was only once in a blue moon you had this opportunity, and you planned on taking full advantage of it.
“Oh, baby, I won’t just tell you what I’m gonna do." You said as you smiled wickedly down at her, "Let me show you. Then we’ll see how cute you think I am.”
Yes Man:
“Well, alrighty then! You go ahead and try it, I’m not going to stop you! Even if I know that it’s definitely not going to work!”
Yes Man had never received a comment like this one before, and it very nearly rendered the securitron speechless, but he couldn’t let himself be thrown off so easily. Benny had often spoken strangely to him too, and he never let that stop him, so here Yes Man was, humoring his good friend the courier.
“I’m sure you can accomplish anything you set your mind to!” He told you optimistically, even as he felt his circuits spark at the feel of your hands reaching up to grasp either side of his screen.
“Hey there, Six. You’re awfully close, some people might think–”
You didn’t seem to mind the fact that they were in the middle of The Tops casino, and in the next moment, Yes Man felt the strange feel of your lips on the sensor inputs from his screen in the form of a small electric jolt through his entire frame. Even though the robot could surely continue speaking through your tender touch, the little shock silenced his thoughts and reservations, and if he could’ve flushed, the entirety of his screen would be a rosy pink as you pressed your lips to him. A moment later, you lowered yourself from your tippy toes and smiled up at him in the middle of the casino floor.
“I didn’t really mean it in the literal sense," You told him with a smile, "but thanks for the optimism, love.”
"Anytime!" He said, glad that his voice came out as it always did, instead of as the embarrassed squeak he'd imagined.
Humans sure are strange. Yes Man thought, But I wouldn't have them any other way.
The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 14 are just below the cut!
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Stockings with Veronica x F!Six
It feels like it's been SO LONG since I got to write for this gal, I'm so glad she was picked for this! 😁 And I just-- She just deserves nice things, so I'm giving them to her and so is Six 😉 and there's nothing anybody can do about it!
I hope y'all enjoy!
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Included: Stockings, lingerie, gift giving, fluff, body worship, kisses, light fingering, scissoring, love, pillow talk.
2.9k words.
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“Hey, sweetie?” Six called from the hallway.
“Hm?” Veronica didn’t look away as she sorted through her belongings, but turned her head towards her partner to listen as she stepped through the bedroom door.
“So, you know how I found that dress for you a while back…” Her eyes snapped to Six, instantly wide with interest as thoughts of running inventory on their supplies vanished from her mind.
Her partner was grinning broadly, her excitement barely contained as her body seemed to vibrate from the pressure of the news raring to escape her.
“Yeah…” Veronica said expectantly, drawing the word out with a good-humored questioning look.
“Well, I think I found something else you might like.” Her partner strode forward, a white gift bag appeared in her hand from behind her back, and a blush warmed her cheeks as she held it out for Veronica to grab. The Scribe stood from her kneeling position, a sweet smile forming on her lips at the mere sentiment of it.
“Aw, Six, baby, you didn’t have to.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She shot back, “I wanted to.” With that, her hand grasped Veronica’s, pulling it towards the silky handles of the bag. Veronica bit her lip as she accepted the gift.
Six kept her hand grasped to hers, and guided her over excitedly to sit at the foot of their bed.
“Okay. Now open it.”
Veronica’s smile was broad at the whole situation. Six’s body beside hers, still vibrating with excitement, the bag, light in her hand, but promising something wonderful, the sentiment and thought of her partner finding something and thinking, ‘Hey, Veronica would like this.’ It made her heart flutter in her chest.
“Alright, here I go.”
Veronica was almost sure Six was holding her breath as she pulled away the delicate tissue paper bit by bit, her curiosity building with each movement, until her fingers brushed over the gift. The garment was smooth as silk, still a light blushy pink, probably faded over the years, but perfect in her eyes. It was a wonderful color, and one that matched the dress Six had gifted her before, almost to a tee.
“Six, they’re… beautiful.” Veronica’s eyes widened as she pulled the stockings from the bag to examine them further. There was a ivory-white lace trim at the tops of them, and where there were once holes in the soles of the feet, they were mended carefully by a hand stitch.
“You like them?” Six’s eyes were wide, her lips drawn firmly together in a nervous line.
“What? Of course I like them, poppy, they’re gorgeous! Aaand they match the dress, oh, and they’re in excellent shape, and you got them for me. So, yes. I adore them.” She leaned forward, her lips pressing to Six’s as a brief way of thanks.
“Good.” Her partner breathed out as she pulled away, “I’m glad.”
A moment of stillness passed between them, as Six gazed at her partner, and Veronica looked lovingly down at the stockings in her hands, stroking over the fabric as though they were some precious heirloom.
One day, they could be perhaps…
“Would you…” Six’s voice broke the silence, “Would you want to model them for me?”
Veronica’s eyes shone as she met her gaze. She needn’t say a word.
–
Six knocked on the bedroom door tentatively, biting her bottom lip between her teeth as her chest fluttered with anticipation.
“You ready yet, love?”
Nothing came from the other side, and after a few long, silent moments, she couldn’t contain herself any longer. Six’s hand twisted the door handle, and she pushed it open slowly, until her gaze could sweep over the room.
It paused, abruptly, at the sight of her–
The courier’s mouth dropped open, her hand on the doorknob fell limp against her side, and her eyes widened to the size of pool balls.
“Veronica…”
She was so used to seeing her in simple robes, with her hair tied back, beautiful in her simplicity, strong, intelligent, and subtly lovely, but this… The Brotherhood Scribe was explosive in her loveliness now, flaunting it like she was born to do just that. Six’s stomach fluttered, her cheeks flushed with heat and her eyes drank up every last detail of her partner’s visage like it was ice water in the middle of the Mojave.
“Yes?” Veronica tried to sound sexy, as suggestive as the pose she was lounging in on their bed, but the word came out just a bit shaky. A testament to the uncommon ground she was treading, but it was a journey she was happy to share with Six alone.
On the other side of the room, Six was still at a loss, unable to answer– or even process– Veronica’s question.
Yet, even as her mind was stalled, her body moved forwards, towards the bed as her eyes stayed glued to the Scribe’s pink-clad form.
She was in nothing but lingerie and stockings, the shades of pink on all the garments not quite matching up, but complementing the other pieces as they hugged her muscular form. The stockings came up to her mid-thigh, creasing the soft skin where they clung to her, but defining her shapely legs where they crossed over each other down the length of the bed.
The mattress dipped as Six climbed onto it, eyes unblinking to the point of minor concern as she refused to look away.
“Six?” Veronica whispered, a tinge of anxiety sprinkled over her name as she spoke it.
“I…” She started, and Veronica nodded for her to continue. “I only thought you were going to wear them with the dress.”
The Scribe blinked.
“O-oh. Well, I guess–”
“I like this even better.”
They both giggled at that, the mirthful sound easing some of the tension that had built in the air between them as Six scooched closer on the bed. One hand reached out for Veronica’s leg, her fingers brushing lightly over the blush fabric clinging to her.
“You’re beautiful.” She whispered, and Veronica’s breath caught in her throat.
Don’t get that too often…
“I don’t say it enough, but it’s true, baby.” Six’s eyes latched to Veronica’s, truth shining deep in their reverent depths. “You’re so beautiful. All these pretty frills, they’re nice and all, you look lovely in them, but god... just you.”
Six’s hands brushed more firmly over both of her legs, fingertips trailing over the border of the fabric of her stockings, ghosting over the sensitive skin of her thighs. The area tingled beneath Six’s light touch.
“I don’t tell you enough, but I’m gonna tell you now.”
All at once, Six rushed forward, sweet lips colliding with hers to drive the words home.
“Gonna tell you so much I’ll lose my voice.”
Another kiss, and Veronica felt she was going to burst with joy, even as Six continued her praises with her lips and voice, with her eyes and her hands.
“And then keep going even after.”
Veronica’s hands clung to her partner in turn, running over the plains of her body, pulling at the loose clothes she wore, asking for her to be bare as she was, if not more so. Six obliged her easily, both of them working to remove all that separated them.
“And not just now,” Six pulled away to say, to look upon her. “All the time. Gonna tell you until you’re tired of hearing it.”
Veronica hummed into their next kiss, her hands restless as they tugged at Six’s bra clasp, as they pried it apart and wrenched the garment from her shoulders.
Six was cool, was reverent in her touches, was delicate enough not to wrinkle or damage the rosy pink lace adorning her partner’s body, but Veronica showed no such restraint. Clothes flew, they were tugged at and pulled away until she could tackle Six to the mattress and feel nothing inhibiting her.
And she did just that.
“Hey!” The courier squealed with a laugh. “I was supposed to be the one in charge! Look at you, my love.”
Six shook her head as she gazed up at her partner with utter reverence.
“You look like a queen, or a goddess. You’re worth worship, my beloved. You need to let me…”
Images passed over Six’s mind, feelings and longing accompanying them as she licked over her bottom lip in anticipation.
“You’ve gotta let me take care of you, babe. Need to.” That, she said firmly. There was no question, no suggestion, just the most romantic of demands.
Veronica’s eyes closed in bliss as Six leaned forward to capture her lips again, the soft pedals spreading and kneading like flowers in a summer breeze, like waves in the sea. Another moment of bliss, and Six’s legs were wrapping around her torso, gripping and locking her ankles together as she twisted and switched their positions, damn near tumbling off the bed in the process.
They broke the kiss with bouts of laughter as the pair worked to keep themselves afloat on the mattress.
“You could’ve asked, Six!” Veronica’s eyes were closed tight as she laughed. “You didn’t need to–” The giggles broke up her sentence as Six’s lips collided with her eyelids, then her cheeks, then her nose and jaw.
Tingles danced around in her belly, and warmth settled in her chest at her partner’s tender action, and though she couldn’t see a thing, Veronica’s hands worked by feel to undo what she could of her own– now suffocating– undergarments.
Six moved seamlessly with her. When Veronica’s hands moved, revealing more skin to her partner’s gaze, Six’s hands followed closely after, and her lips came just after that. Her chest grew red with blush, and Veronica released a gasp at the feel of Six’s lips against a sensitive nipple.
She rolled her tongue, a moan leaving her as she delighted in the way Veronica writhed from below, arching her chest up into her face until Six could bury herself in it.
And, by god, did she bury herself in that plushness.
Another fit of overwhelmed giggles left the Scribe at Six’s attentions, her lips smooching wetly, her tongue rolling over those rosy, hardened buds upon her chest, hands reaching to pull her tightly inward, to be as close as possible.
“Six, you– ahhh.” An involuntary moan escaped as one hand kneaded over her, as delicate fingers pinched and rubbed deliciously until goosebumps ran down her skin. “Oh god, more, poppy. More for me, please.” She managed.
Six nodded eagerly, and her hands moved lower, brushing teasingly over the lace of her panties, before she dragged them down, over the stockings, and off at her ankles. Then she was back on her, picking up where she left off as she mouthed at Veronica’s soft breasts.
The woman gasped beneath her at her swiftness, at the fervor in which she ravished her chest, and Six grinned. Her fingers moved between their bodies, the lithe digits easily seeking out that little pressure point nestled within Veronica’s lower lips and rubbing with an instant vigor that had her arching against the mattress.
Fingernails dragged over Six’s scalp, and she hissed at the feel, but continued her movements relentlessly. Lightning fired up Veronica’s spine at the quick circles her partner drew over her clit, each rub inspired another clench of her stomach, another writhe of her hips, and she felt like her new stockings may burst at the seams at the way her legs flexed at the building pleasure. Her partner’s technique was masterful and practiced, like a calligrapher at work with an ancient brush, she knew the precise movements over Veronica’s body, knew the outcomes of each touch, knew the emotions that would be instilled, the pleasure that would be communicated as clearly as words on a page.
The Scribe felt that pleasure building, inevitably approaching that precipice that Six had made her so familiar with over their time together. Veronica was already willing to embrace it, the blissful feeling of release, tantalizing in its closeness as her partner’s pressure increased, as her movements grew rapid. Her lips over her breast became just as feverish, and though she couldn’t see it, Veronica knew that marks upon her fair skin were inevitable. Fingers pinched at her nipple, hardening the bud and increasing that pounding, throbbing feeling that was about to give way–
And then it stopped.
Six pulled her mouth from Veronica’s chest, her hand stilled over her clit, and the Scribe blinked open her eyes in confusion.
Then she felt it. Felt Six’s wetness upon her thigh, where she hadn’t even realized her partner had been grinding against her.
“Can’t ruin these yet.” Six whispered with a grin and a downward glance. “I just got them for you.”
Veronica could only blink at her, the fog of arousal clouding her mind too much to see words.
Slowly, Six slunk downwards, her gaze never leaving Veronica’s as her hands came to the lacy edges of her stockings, and then delved lower. She pulled gently at the fabric, watching with her bottom lip between her teeth as she revealed the plush skin of her partner’s thighs, inch by inch.
Veronica was breathing heavily, her eyelids at half mast as she watched Six work, as she watched the way her eyes combed over her form, worshipful in the way they gleamed and sinful in the way they glutted on the visage of her nudeness.
“Six.” She managed a quiet plea.
Her partner grinned as she moved to oblige her. Satisfied now that the stockings were drawn down to her knees and safely out of harm’s way, Six moved to straddle her partner, slotting her sex against Veronica’s as she pulled the Scribe’s ankle up to rest over one shoulder. Twin gasps left them as Six began to slowly thrust against her, rubbing their slickness together to ease the friction of their grinding movements.
Shuddering breaths continued to pass through Veronica’s lips, and she had to grip to the mattress to ground herself, and to keep her body in place as Six continued her ministrations against her. Again, Six’s hand found its way between their bodies, her thumb immediately going to her partner’s clit, and making her gasp once more with the feel of overwhelming bliss.
That pressure in Veronica’s stomach built up once more, the fog clouding her mind of all thoughts and feelings, apart from Six. Her hips grinded upwards, her ankle digging into her partner’s shoulder with each burst of pleasure that raced up her spine. One hand stayed firmly down on the bed, grounding the couple as they writhed against one another, while another moved now to Six. Even with a fogged mind, Veronica couldn’t deny her partner the pleasure she was receiving. She loved this, loved all of it, loved Six, and she wanted her, in every way.
It was worth the risk. The risk of heartbreak that had once claimed her, the fear of the Brotherhood finding out, of the only family she’s known finally disowning her. It was worth the possible ostracization and banishment and grief, because Six loved her too. She didn’t judge her, she wouldn’t leave her behind, she acted as more of a family than all the rest of her brothers and sisters put together. Six is supportive and kind, she’s affectionate and honest, she cherishes Veronica in a way she’s never known was possible; and the way she was looking at her now… with a devotion written on her face that would make a pair of soulmates red with envy, with a love that dulled all others like fading stars with the rising sun, she couldn’t bring herself to regret a damn thing.
And in the next moment, Veronica let it all wash over her. Her hand moved over Six, and Six moved over her, their visage matching as their necks arched and their cries echoed one another as they felt their release crash over them at the very same time. They rode it out together, hips bucking and hands unrelenting against each other as they both felt gushes of slickness between them, as their names left their partner’s tongue, as their muscles tensed and they both grew weak with the exertion of it all.
It all came down slowly after that. Six released Veronica’s ankle, one hand guiding her leg back to the mattress as she tried to keep from completely collapsing onto her partner. Instead, she laid on her belly, one leg still thrown over Veronica as her arms came up to cling at the Scribe’s shoulders.
Veronica’s chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and despite the heat of the room, she wrapped her arms around Six in turn, stroking her fingers over her sweat-slicked back reverently as a pleasant fuzziness buzzed around her tired limbs.
The sound of spilled breaths was all that echoed through the room, each simply enjoying the feel of the other as they came down from their highs. But Veronica was unsurprised when it was Six who broke the silence.
“We’re, uh, gonna need a pair of those for every day of the week. All different colors.”
“You sure all that was just because of the stockings, love?”
“No…” She said with a soft grin, a humor in her light tone “But it didn’t hurt, did it?”
“Oh, definitely not.” Veronica chuckled, her hands still stroking gentle circles over her partner’s back.
“Then we’ll start looking for more tomorrow.”
The Scribe grinned as Six settled over top of her, her precious face nuzzling into the crook of her shoulder as they both opted to close their eyes.
