FALLOUT: Sievert - Vol.2: Threshold

Chapter 18 - No weight

After about half an hour of pouting from Daniel about Hanna making everyone some tea, Hanna sat a glass of tea down in front of Daniel and Mark and me then one in front of her seat. Daniel got mad that I was being treated well, she sat up and gave a 'pfff' then walked out of the room, followed by Mark and closing the door behind him. The tea was left alone from where they were sitting.

I took a sip of the tea, it was cold, it was a bit sweet with the bitter I've known of tea from the Vault, but something almost fruity about it. It was relaxing. My armor started to feel heavy as I relaxed my shoulders. I yawned and looked at Hanna.

Tea was always easy to grow, the vault had an entire row of 40 plots dedicated to 10 different types of tea plants. But I've never had anything like this.

Hanna speaking in her southern accent again, said,"Getting tired? When we started talkin' it was already 8:50 in the mornin', its now 12:42. Yah must'ah woken up pretty earlier, days get short in October so it'll be night soon. Let's move this to mah room to get more comfortable and out of these bright lights." She comfortably notioned.

I replied in a bit of hesitation, "Sure, I'll follow you." I said before drinking down the rest of my tea and standing up wile thinking that this is just a way for her to keep an eye on me.

Following Hanna in her suit of armor, I've never seen before, kinda had me wondering. 'Why was she so nice to me if were enemies? Why is she inviting me to her room?' We walked out of the front of the terminal and then followed the sidewalk down the way for about 5 minutes. 

On the walk I looked around, trees were here and there but very few, grass was flush and tall, sagebrush blanketed everything else while the sun making the hills glow amber and purple. I took a deep breath while on the walk, something I haven't really done before in such a place. The temperature dropping and the wind gently crisping the cold air as I breathe in, further relaxing and releasing any remaining stress I felt at the time. Making me just, not think about anything else but what is going on right here and now.

Before I knew it, we were in front of a stone building with six floors, it looked old. Hanna opened the door and walked in. I followed, we walked up the metal-enforced stairs, worried the power armored woman would fall back on me and crush me. On the 2nd floor, we walked down the brick and metal floored hall to the very end of the hall past two sets of doors, 1 on each side. 

We stopped; I heard beeping, then the turn of a rough doorknob. Hanna proceeded inside of the room, I followed, and she walked around a corner in the room. I then heard *Beep beep beep*, it got my attention so I turned to look at Hanna, I stood back, a metal harness bar sprang up, and the power armor opened up normally as if a normal suit of power armor. 

Hanna stepped out of the suit, her military fit body showed, also carrying a little bit of muscle on her arms, like myself. She turned around and faced me; her hair fell to her chest and mid-back. I looked her up and down with a gentle blush.

Her chest maybe a B-cup, height maybe about 5'10", she was wearing a tank top and panties, no shorts, no shoes, but wearing thigh-high legging socks. 'WHAT IS THIS WARDROBE!?' I thought to myself loudly as I then took a breath, smelling the mix of gentle perfume and sweat. Then I thought 'Wait, this is the wasteland, there shouldn't be standard clothes and uniforms, so it might just not matter?'

Hanna looked at me and blushed before giving a slight chuckle, "Sorry hun, I usually showah at night, so I'm covered in today's work right now. Would it be best if I showered now, or do you just want to sit down and explain everything ta-yah?" 

I looked at her closely, her fingers thin, her legs and arms with really bad press points on her skin from the power armor. Her tank top had sweat marks in the usual places such as the chest, underarms, panties around the leg holes and crotch area. 

I'd feel kinda bad if I didn't let her. So I answered her question. "Sure, I can wait around, you can shower," I say in a relaxed tone still in my high from mother nature.

"Thanks cutie, I'll be back in a bit," she concluded, walking through what I'd guess was the kitchen area into another hallway then through a door on the right I'd guess is the bathroom. I flipped a light switch, illuminating the dining room.

A small table and two chairs in nice condition, a window with curtains facing to the airbase, a small hallway to the right of this room leading to one other set of doors opposite to each other. 

I walked to the table and sat down at a chair, and undone my armor and belt, trying to relax a little as it was tight. I then put my head down in my arms on the table, relaxing, my hair lay across my back and covering the light from the ceiling as it draped across my arms. The sound of the shower water fills the empty space. This place- it feels comfortable. The air is nice; the space is comfortable, there's almost no sense of worry here. My eyes got heavy. 'I guess I could take a nap as I wait' I thought to myself.

...

I yawn and sit up. It was a bit cold outside the blanket. 'Blanket... blanket?' I ran in my head trying to calculate this. I for a moment completely forgot where I was! Looking around trying to find my barring, I didn't know this room or these comfortable sheets. Dim moonlight shining through the window gave me very, very, little light in the room; I stood up and walked over to the window. 

Looking out, I was looking over the runway of the airbase; I was still in the brick building. Suddenly, I felt the chill dig into me as the residual heat I accumulated from the bed had worn off completely. I was naked!? Feeling the cold harass my sex and my nipples I quickly covered myself. 'I was stripped!? Hell no, I'm not going to join these deviants!' I thought to myself in panic. 

Guessing this was going to be my prison cell. I walked over to my bed to pull off the blanket for warmth, but when I approached. It moved; it startled me so much I gave an actual 'Eya!' yelp. A familiar voice then came from the movement. 

"Ya shouldn't be up naked, it gets cold at night, you should come back tah sleep."... Hanna said. 'Hanna?! Why?! I was sleeping with someone I didn't even know other than their name?!' I ran through my head... After a moment I took a deep breath and thought about what happened last night, all I could remember was laying my head on the table, after loosening my gear.

Looking around, my eyes started to adjust to the dimly lit room. Still covering myself, I gently relaxed my grip on myself as I saw my combat armor folded, tucked, and setting on the floor by the door. But, I couldn't find my jumpsuit.

I then looked back at Hanna; she was rolled over facing away from me. The bed was in the corner of the room with the door at the end of the bed, a dresser in the opposite corner, and the window next to that. Walking over to my combat armor, and looking at it closely with the moonlight better illuminating it, still in low light but enough to see its detail... It was cleaned. Its lining was squishy and soft, and it had a nice smell to it. 'My armor was washed? Why?' I asked myself. 

I stood up after and looked at the bed that Hanna was sleeping on. It was pretty big; her body only took up probably a fourth of the space. There was an entire 12-inches of foot-room from the end of the bed to her feet. 

'I guess this can work if we stay to our own sides.' I convinced myself. I walked over to the bed, and laid back down, covering myself back up, it was warm, It was cozy. The smell of lavender and sage was faint. It came from Hanna. 

I just couldn't really think of anything else but to just accept my circumstances, relax and go to sleep, I guess. I turned over facing away from Hanna, and closed my eyes in a yawn then a gentle hum to myself in the warm embrace of the heavy blanket over my should with the cold air on my face.