FALLOUT: Sievert - Vol.2: Threshold

Chapter 19 - History Part 1: Enclave

...The next morning...

I awoke to the feeling of the blankets getting heavier, the bedrock, and a person climbing over me. Not thinking as still being half asleep, I quickly sit up, and I hear a gently "Oh." I awake fully but still drowsy.

I then hear, "Careful hun." The voice becoming familiar, it was Hanna. My brain starting up fully, noticing what was going on. My face turns hot as I figured out what had happened. Hanna was sitting on the blank in my lap, I was sitting up, my face had pushed into Hanna's... naked, breasts. 'Wwwwhhyyy IS SHE NAKED!?' I scrambled in my head. Without saying anything, I moved my face back; my eyesight was filled with only the sight of gently pale skin and pink nipples on a perfect-looking bust. I couldn't help but to simple stair and not move.

When I noticed her scent, it confirmed my suspicions from last night, but further keeping my eyes locked between her breasts; I noticed her underarm hair within my eyesight. I took a breath in before Hanna twisted her hips around, throwing her leg off me, and hopped off my lap. 

As she did this, I turned over and pulled the covers over my head in the most embarrassment I've ever had. "Get up cutie, I'll make us somethin' tah eat and we need to sit down and have'a talk about who's on whose side, no ditchin' like yah did yesterday." 

Hanna ordered as i hear the sound of drawers opening, guessing she's getting dressed. I didn't want to move.

Hearing footsteps around the area, the sudden sound of a slam of a metal container, the footsteps sound as they are coming back to the room. "Here's yea jumpsuit, I washed it for yah," Hanna says before I feel what is my jumpsuit flop over me.

Hearing the footsteps leave the room and the door shut, I quickly get up and put on my jumpsuit. Zipping up the front, and properly putting my arms through the sleeves, noticing the nice warm feeling of a cleaned washed piece of clothing. I sit on the bed and cover back up with the blanket to keep in the heat and cozy feeling.

I looked around the now well-lit room. It was kinda bare bone. The carpet was a soft cream-color and the walls were white-painted brick, a desk in one of the corners. I closed my eyes still feeling tired. It was still really early from the level of brightness shining in from the window. I relaxed in the blanket, dozing off. Being what seemed to be interrupted by Hanna's voice. "Breakfast is ready!" She said from the other room in an elevated, not yelling voice. I get up and notice that it was slightly brighter outside; I guess I did doze off a little.

I opened the door to the smell of burnt bread. I walked out and sat at the table where Hanna was sitting down as well, there was a plate of cut bread in front of me with butter on it and a glass of what looked like tea. Inspecting the bread a bit more, it was crumbly around the edges, it was toasted!? But, it was a bit under toasted, so Hanna was making toast, then what smelt like burnt bread?

Hanna was wearing glasses. I couldn't help but blush about what happen earlier. Hanna spoke up after taking a sip of the tea, "I'm goin' ta explain to you here, before we leave, what the history of this conflict is. Just so we don't get in trouble, kay? Oh, the tea is hot, so be careful." She warned. 

I looked at the tea. It was dark caramel-colored. I took a sip of it. It was different. It was more filling; it was much less bitter, better on the taste buds. I looked down at my bread and picked up one of the two slices and bit into it. It was soft, fluffy. The butter gave a good gold tone and flavor to its crispy edges. It was good.

"Alright cutie, get comfortable. If yah want more tea, just ask..." Hanna offered before starting her explanation.

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