Tease: M Lone Wanderer/Clover

His eyes are fixed on her hips as she wiggles them, standing by the door. The pink silk of the lingerie dress was faded and dirty, the black lace at the end torn and tattered. "Like what you see lover?" she asks huskily, walking towards him. He remains seated, watching as she crawls onto his lap.

Clover's smile widens once she feels his hardness underneath his pants as her inner thigh brushes up against it. Taking his lips into hers, she ravages his mouth with her tongue. The kid moans and lets his hands roam free, enjoying Clover's playful scratches.

Dance: Charon/F Lone Wanderer

He was fit to kill her.

The song on the radio crackled as they swayed awkwardly around the room. Charon lost count of the amount of times her foot got caught between his, nearly sending him toppling over her. Eventually she settled for standing on his feet, ordering him to carry on. "This isn't part of my contract," he stated again.

She grinned. "Don't be a wuss, we've already gone through this. Keep going." She rested her head against his shoulder letting him lead, albeit badly. Deciding not to protest, he focused on the softness of her hand in his.

Inquiry: Charon/Moriarty

"I'll pay you a decent amount of caps for him," Moriarty offered aggressively. Charon stood arms folded and remained silent, awaiting for his master's reply.

"The answer is no." He doesn't know how or when, probably from one of the nights that the kid got steaming drunk here, but Moriarty had learned about his neat little "trick."

Anger flashed across the man's face and, from the corner of Charon's eye, Gob coward. "I need a…man like him," the Irishman growled.

Vaultie sighed. "I'll think about it."

Once they left, Charon turned around. "Are you…?"

The kid smiled. "Of course not!"

Friend: Fawkes/Dogmeat

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhh!" Fawkes' arms jerked violently as he held the mini gun, firing at the last feral ghoul. The dog had latched onto its leg, holding it in place. The bullets ripped through the ghoul's chest, spraying blood everywhere.

The super mutant bellowed a triumphant laugh. Dogmeat ran up to him, pressing his paws against Fawkes' green thigh, wagging his tail. "You have done splendidly my little friend!" he declared jovially, patting his head gently with his massive hand. The dog barked, licking his palm

He gazed up at the stony fortress, Raven Rock. "Now, let us rescue our dear friend!"

Change: Jericho/Lone Wanderer

Jericho scratched the back of his head, watching the kid from Greyditch run towards that pretty aunt of his. "We could've gotten a lotta caps if we sold him to the slavers," he grumbled once the kid was out of earshot. "Would've made a small fortune!"

"It wouldn't have been right," Vaultie reasoned.

"Have you gotten soft, kid? All this "goodie-two-shoes" bullshit is fucking up with my style! Thought we were supposed to be the bad guys?"

Vaultie smirked and proceeded to walk on. "If you had that much of a problem with it, you would've left me ages ago."

Author's Note: Feel free to send requests or prompts.