"You did really well, darlin'," I coo in her ear as I gather her limp body into my arms.
I unwrap her Vault-Tec blanket and place her down, tucking her in close to the embers of the crackling fire, using my saddlebag as her pillow.
She hasn't said anything, but she has had her eyes fixed on me since I pulled out of her with a grunt, breaking my own rules.
Did I take it too far too quickly? I should have been softer with her.
Did she regret what just happened? I've been thinking about it since we met.
Did I expose my depravity too soon? I was actually holding back.
I insert the needle into her arm. The RadAway seeps into her system.
RadAway is the chemical solution that bonds with radioactive particles and removes them from the system. I just hope it works.
I've been thinking that perhaps Rad-X might be a better idea as it is designed to increase the body's natural resistance to radiation... me.
Plenty of both where we're going... Vault City.
"Cooper..." her voice cuts into my thoughts, although she is already what I am thinking about.
"Yes, sugar," I prop the RadAway up on a table and look at her.
"That was..."
Oh fuck.
"Interesting."
"Interestin'?" I respond as a question.
She runs a hand up to her throat. The faintest red marks still circle her neck.
"I liked it," she finally said with a grin. "I could tell." Relief swells through me.
"I feel fine, you know?" She nods to the needle in her arm. "Just a precaution, little lady. Now get some rest."
I hear her moving about, getting into the spare clothes that we bought for her. We both decided on the ride in that her blue jumpsuit stood out more than a Brahmin's second head. Neither of us needed that kind of attention.
I pull my hat over my eyes and allow them to close.
Hours later...
"Well, what do we have here?" A rude fucking awakening to anybody's day.
A man stands over us with a pistol cocked at me.
A raider? No. A wanderer? No.
"I should shoot you right now, you're not worth anything. But this smoothie, on the other hand..."
A fucking slaver.
The slavers get paid on commission, based on the number of wastelanders they bring in, and ghouls ain't at the top of anyone's want list.
They've become more fucking organized in recent years.
Apart from the regular captures, they will take special assignments from very well-paying clientele, and that's exactly what this douchebag will be thinking about with Y/N.
"Excuse me, sir, but I think with a little discussion we can sort this out," Y/N says, holding a hand up to the man. Both of our gazes fix on her.
"What the lady's trying to say is, get the fuck out of here while you still can."
The man points his pistol at Y/N.
"Maybe I'll just kill you both and take her body."
A growl escapes my throat.
The man moves to produce a collar from a hook on his belt and throws it at Y/N's feet.
"Put it on," he says without breaking eye contact with me.
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Radioactive Romance
Romansa* Cooper and Y/N * Cooper Howard has wondered the Mojave wasteland for over 200 years becoming as wild and hardened as the land itself... He never expected regain his humanity when he meets Y/N or to feel the softness and warmth of skin under his f...
