A/N: Okay so this story was support to be silly but as a raging pervert, that I am, I had to add sex :P This would happened to be end of the fill I added to Falloutkinkmeme, but I would like to add more to it: like the after math, the divorce (maybe), her drug addiction, hell even more on their love/hate relationship. Just some ideas, not sure where this will go, but it's great for me to fill my time and empty my mind. ENJOY!

Warning: I don't own Fallout :(

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The courier woke up tried and not at all in the mood to travel to the fucking Hoover Dam. She sighed and knew that the only person she could trust was the person she didn't really want to be alone with.

She shimmied into her leather pants and opened her closet of looted clothing, she felt an itch on the back of her neck. She felt this way before, back when she would walk alone in the Mojave, before she got shot in the head, before she had met her companions and after she left her father. Jet kept her up at night, kept her ready for anything, but two bullets in the head. God damn it, she pulled the skin tight wife beater over her head. She left her pack out in the living room, she hoped that no one would notice her addiction.

She walked outside her room and tied her hair up; each blonde lock of her hair seemed to go perfectly in place. Her friends were having breakfast in the kitchen as she walked by, no one made a sign that they noticed her. One hand reached for her pack, looking for the last Jet and the other scratched the back of her neck. She held the inhaler in her mouth as looked through her pack; she heard someone behind her and hoped they didn't say anything to her. She pulled out some psycho, she was running low on her supple of the 'good stuff' and she knew she had to make a run to Dixon before she left for the Dam.

The person whose eyes were burning holes inside her, finally said something, "You think it's a good idea to use that stuff?" Oh god, anyone but this fucker. "You know what happened last time."

"Yeah, I got married to you, what's the point?" she replaced the inhaler in her mouth and took a few puffs from it and she pulled her belt loose. "Can't get any worse than that."

"You got a fucking problem." She finally turned to Boone.

"Yeah, my problem is you." He gave her a dirty look as she said that and she walked into her room. She began wrapping the belt around her arm and she slapped until she could find her vein. The sniper followed her into her room and he pulled the psycho from her before she could eject it into her vein.

"Fuck you." she said as she tried to grab it from him. "Boone, god damn it." There was no doubt that everyone enjoyed that she was short and it was easy to keep things away from her. "I am going to knee your fucking nuts, shit head." He smirked at her attempts to reach it. She was not at all joking about what she said, she lifted her knee and it went straight for his crouch. His muscles tensed up and with a quick swing his arms grabbed a hold of her as he almost fell forward. She elbowed him until he let go as he cursed at her.

"God damn it, your fucking broken." he looked to the now dropped Psycho on the floor and they both went after it.

Boone got a few hands and elbows in his face before he finally gave up on trying to pull the drug from the courier's hand. She was short, small and fast, one good thing about her lack of height. She sat up and held the Psycho behind her and stuck out her tongue like the child she was.

"I think some fixer might help you, instead just taking more." He got up to his knees and watched her look for her vein again. He grabbed her free hand to get her attention, "You think you can do your normal shit on that?"

"I do better on it." She pulled the cover of the needle with her teeth and she pushed the needle into her vein, she leaned back into the wall as the liquid entered her veins. Her eyes dilated as she stared off at the ceiling, she seemed to be in a haze as she forgot about the needle still in her vein or the belt around her arm. He got close to her and looked down into her glassy eyes. The corner of her lips curled up as her eyes met him, "Sex, on this shit is great."

He stood up, knowing a god damn pick up from a druggie was never a good thing. Those who used Psycho had the worst efforts when they first shot up, being in a drugged hazed before the full 'benefits' would shine through. He knew that in an hour, she would be more sane then she was now and that she would have the speed and strength that he assumed was the reason why she took this drug in the first place.

The Courier removed the empty drug pack from her arm and took off the belt, she rubbed her eyes, as her body felt to be flouting. Boone put out his hand to help her up and when she was up she made sure to get as close to him as he would let her. It was always a pain in the neck for the Courier to look straight up at the Sniper's eyes, being as short as she was. 4 feet 11 was short for a woman in the wasteland, but she had an amazing speed and sneak because of her height. Boone, who stood at least foot taller than her looked down at her glossy eyes and knew what she was thinking.

She whipped her face against his shirt, like a child whipping it's tears on their mama's shirt. That seemed to calm her down, as she got back into her normal disgusted feelings for her companion as she pushed him away like he was the one trying to get close to her.

"Pack up your things; we have a long trip ahead." She replaced her belt into her pants and acted like nothing in the last thirty minutes had happened. He wanted to say something, curse her or yell at her but as he watched her searching in her drawers, it was apparent that she wanted to just drop the subject.

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"I got you a gift." Arcade said as the Courier walked by him in the kitchen, she grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it. "It's a wedding gift."

"You know doctor, I am going to rip your eyes out one of these days." She said still crewing on her apple and giving him a dirty look. As he pulled out something covered in cloth. It was a picture frame; he removed the cloth and showed her the picture frame. "You fucking framed the wedding certificate?" She swallowed the apple and held the framed paper. "Can I frame your balls, when I am done with you?" The doctor smirked knowing her morbid sense of humor.

"Only after you get over your drug addiction." This caused the Courier to blush, the first time she truly felt embarrassed, not the few times she almost shot Veronica mid fight or the times she walked into the bushes to find Raul taking a piss or enough the time she walked in on Arcade and his hired toy boy. This, this had taken the cake, this embarrassed her.

"Did Boone tell you?" She never realized that it showed in her face.

"No, your husband didn't tell me. You know I AM a doctor." He handed her a tin of Fixer, "you should try this, it might give you less things to complain about." She grabbed the Tin and put it in her pocket, it might make some caps for more drugs.

She walked out of the kitchen and walked to the guest room. "You really to go... husband." He walked out of the room with his pack ready, she smirked. "you like me calling you husband."

"No." He walked to the elevator, it was going to being a long trip.

They got to Hoover Dam by night fall, they met with Colonel Cassandra Moore who gave them the low down of the president's visit, then showed them where they were allowed to sleep.

The Courier could not sleep, so she made her way to the roof of the visitor center, standing at the edge. She pulled out a cigarette and lights it up as she watched the night sky, she laid down on the helipad, looking up. She heard the door open and she didn't need to guess who it was, the sniper look down at her.

"Your blocking my view." She blows out a puff of smoke.

"You should be sleeping." He sat down next to her and took the cigarette from her had.

"What you going to tell me not to smoke too?" He put the cigarette in his mouth and smirked at her.

"No, just tell you to share." He put the cigarette into her mouth, "be a good wife and share with your husband." She held back the urge to laugh and pulled out the pack of cigarette. "Good girl" he patted her head like a child. He leaned back on the guard rails and stared at the sky. "You regard anything?"

"Marring you.."

"Other than that."

"Should have killed Benny Myself."

"What?" He blows up a puff of smoke and looked to the Courier, who sat up to look at him.

"Caesar gave me the choice as to how to kill Benny, I didn't want to crucify him. So after I did as House ask, I left. My guess is that they did the job for me." She crawled next to him and took his beret right off his head. She placed it over her curly blond hair. "What do you think... husband?" He blow smoke into her face and crush the cigarette to the floor next to him.

"Give me my beret."

"It looks better on me." She sat up on her knees and began unbuckle her belt. "What are you going to do to me, to get it back?" He watched as she slowly and teasingly unbutton her leather pants, then slowly unzipped her pants. He tensed up as soon as he started to see little curly hairs.

"We can't, we shouldn't"

"We're married we pretty much have to." she slide her hand down the front of her pants.

"Don't." She looked down at him with lusty eye and she took out her hands, he fingers came out shiny and wet, she slide them into her mouth. She licked them slowly and flirtatiously, whatever she was doing, she was doing it good. His jaw almost hit the floor at the sight in front of him as he cursed his body, the fast pacing blood and the slight light headiness he was feeling. Her lips curled as he reacted this way, she pulled down her leather pants down to her knees and god damn it, she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck.."

"Jet makes everything feel so good..." she slid her hand once again between her legs, from this angle all he could see was her hand disappearing into the tuff of hair and reappear shiny wet.

"You should really stop taking those drugs." He tried to hide that he was starting to pant.

"You should really start enjoy your view and shut up." She drew circles around her harden nub. She arched toward her touch as her other hand ran over her thigh and up under her wife beater. Her nipples harden to her touch as she lifted the wife beater up around her neck, so he could see everything. He took in the sights of her curves as the moonlight being the only light, she looked… amazing, though he fought the urge to reach out and touch. He felt guilty enjoying this view, his pants seemed to be getting tighter and he felt even more light headed.

He ran his index finger along the length of her side, memorizing her curves and stopping dead at her pants that were around her knees. She gridded her hips into her palm, rhythmically as he held on to her thigh and dug in his short nails into her soft skin.

"Fuck." She sighed as her eyebrows tighten together and a bead of sweat dropped from her the side of her face.

His hand ran over her's, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out from between her legs, before she could protest he gripped at her hips and pushed her against the hard helipad. He lifted her knees then ducked his head under the leather pants, so he was just inches from her sex. She lifted her head at him and smiled, he ignored her and began licking at her wet slit. He didn't understand why he gave into his lust when he was trying so hard to be the sane person in the group and there he was licking in her sweet juices and rubbing against her harden clitoris.

Jesus even her soft thighs resting on his ears was an amazing feeling, he moved one of his hands from her hips and he slide his middle finger inside her. She grabbed at his head as his finger entered her, the curve of his knuckles cause her to buck up against him as his tongue rubbed her nub. She was already close when he dropped her on the ground and at the pace he was going, she wasn't going to last long. Her back arched and she held his head down, closing her thighs around his head. She bit her lips to hold back from moaning too loud as she pumped into his face. Sweat dripping down her body as she came hard on his face, he took it with stride, consisting that she knocked the air out of him.

When she was done, her body went limp and he moved from under her, he moved up to his knees and whipped his mouth with the back of his hand. She looked almost like she was in a drugged hazed as she looked to the flushed sniper, still wearing his sunglasses, albeit it was still cocked. He removed them and he started to unlace her boots as she looked up at him, trying to make an innocent face.

"Craig, I want you." he slide off her boot and pulled off her pant leg, she spread her legs wide, inviting him, as if her body wasn't enough. He unbutton his pants, she put her hand on his zipper and she lifted herself up to a sitting position. His harden member was already pushing through his boxers. She took out it out and ran her fingers up and down the length of it.

The Courier had a limited knowledge of sex, she would have never told anyone, let alone her husband, that she lost her virginity to the man who shot her in the head. She really didn't have an ideal person who she would give it to, just didn't want to lose it to someone she hated, still even now she had an oddly ambiguously ambivalence for the sniper, ranging from liking him to hating him.

The thought of that floated in her head as she licked the tip of his manhood, having never doing this before, she had to test out what felt good and react to his reaction. She slowly took him deep into her throat as her tongue felt around the shaft, he ran his fingers through her blond locks and the other hand held the beret on her head. Hell, she must forget that she had the beret on her head. He moved his hips slowly as he softly groaning, pushing her head deeper down her throat each thrust. She looked up at him as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes slightly watery.

"Fuck, I am going to fuck you.. so hard." his voice hitched as he took control, fucking her face, until she pushed back to caught her breath. He didn't let her rest for very long, as he quickly pushed her down on the ground and he went on top of her. There was no warning when he entered her with a quick thrust, there was little resistance, but she felt amazingly tight.

"Are you sure you've done this before?" She nodded and shifted to his size, she rested her hands on his muscled arms. "You're so fucking tight." his forehead rested against hers and then he slowly began pumping her. Deep hard thrust, as her body curved to his and her head leaned back and she softly call out his name. God this was the most amazing feeling she had, better then when she touched herself and a hell of a lot better than when she was with that last bastard. This man actually gave a fuck about her and he tried to please her, which he was doing pretty will.

The Courier was raised to give in to the pit of control to men, living with her father and 3 older brothers; she had to learn how to take care of everyone else. Taking drugs was her way to get what she wanted, this phenomenon of pleasing herself, rather it was drugs or the pleasing thrusts that her companion was giving her. It was a greatly delightful; she kept her eyes closed as to keep her mind on the amazing feeling of pleasure.

She had to pull off his shirt so she could feel skin against skin and his back took her animal-like scratches in stride as he barred his face in the nook of her neck. She called out his name and it made her throat vibrate as his sucked kisses into her neck. She arched towards him and he slipped his arms under her, as he pounded mercilessly.

Coming so much, let alone coming so hard was alien to her and he didn't slow down, even as the orgasm had pushed him over the edge, and sent shudders down their bodies. It had been a long time for him as all the pent up energy seemed to slowly make it's way out of him. It surprised her when he pulled out and turned her on her gut; he entered her again and lifted her ass up in the process. Holding tight at her hips, making sure to leave marks, she had to lazily to hold herself up. Never did she think that this old man would have this much, let alone more energy then she had.

"Craig.." the sound of his skin pounding hers, seemed louder than her voice. "Craig!" at this rate, someone would surely find them, if they hadn't been lost in the cloud of lust, where their were only two people on earth. They might have notice that four soldiers had made their way through the door and silently watched, but it was not like she noticed them either.

He pulled her up so that her body was against his, her back on his chest, as one hand searched for her clitoris and the other found her firm, youthful breasts. Her eyes still stuck tightly closed, he found the harden nub and rubbed it until she twitched and tightened around him as she opened her eyes to look towards him. Instead she saw the soldiers smirking and one stoking himself through his pants, "Oh shit." It still fell on the sniper's deaf ears.

He noticed how she stopped and frozen, his natural reaction was to get her back into the mood, but as he breathed into her ears, "Whats wrong, bitch?", he caught was she was staring at. "Oh, fuck."

Aww newly weds...