I had to write something for this 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
“Did you just threaten her?”
You swallow thickly, feeling Danse’s fingers dig into your skin even more, the vault suit giving under his firm grip on your waist, his other arm around your breast, fingers gripping your shoulder tightly.
You can feel his body tense and ready to strike.
The way he was holding onto you from behind, the hold on you, like you’re his and his alone does funny things to you.
He’s been this way ever since he found out he was a synth.
At the core of it….possession.
He was so terrified of something happening to you, he was now your big towering shadow wherever you went.
And from that fear was born this….man….who was more controlling.
More possessive then he EVER was.
It should get on your nerves.
It should bother you greatly.
Back before the war this would all have been a giant walking red flag.
However, times have changed.
And truthfully, this was all born from his love for you.
And if his love meant you were the most protected person in the commonwealth…….
How could you really complain about that?
Besides, you’ve talked to him about this time and time again and you know he heard what you’re saying, but….at the end of the day,do you REALLY want him to stop it?
He was still Danse, the man who protected people in town, who bonded with dogmeat in a sweet way, who grew crops and helped mama murphy around town when she needed help with something.
He was still Danse, just…….rougher around the edges when it came to you.
And honestly…….you like it.
You like how he stands tall behind you and glares at people who try scamming you.
You like how he will put someone in their place if they curse you out.
And…..if someone threatens to kill you, well…..
You like what Danse does for that as well, how he gently puts you down, tells you to stay put in a firm yet soft way he does, and then moves towards the target with speed that is unmatched and…..beats the person to death with his fist.
Over and over again Danse’s fist connects with the raider's nose, his cheek and forehead until there’s blood on his knuckles and the raider stops moving.
And as your man slowly leans back up and stands straight, turning to finally look at you, that dark look in his yellow glowing eyes fade away and in their wake is the soft loving look that you’ve come to know so well.
You reach a hand out for him to take and he moves to you eagerly, taking your hand in his, he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles reverently, his eyes never leaving yours.
