Jealousy in the Wasteland

Chapter 16 - He's Gone.

*word count : 1137*

~Y/N's POV~

He begrudgingly complies, kicking his shoes off and climbing into the bed with me. He begins trailing a hand up and down my side thoughtlessly. I roll over to face him, his eyes slightly illuminating the dark space around us. "One more before you leave?" Before the words can even fully leave my mouth, he's on top of me, kissing me like it's the last time he'll ever do so, and I guess it is.

He nips at my bottom lip with his teeth, a low groan escaping his lips. He breaks the kiss, helping me sit up so he can remove my shirt and bra before laying me back on the bed, continuing to kiss me as he fiddles with the button of my jeans. He gets them undone, finally, sliding them down my legs. He begins peppering kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, sucking on and marking the pulse points.

We're tangled in each other, caught up in the other's movements. Nick pushes himself off of me, trailing kisses down my abdomen, stopping at the waistband of my panties. I sit up to look at him, giving him a confused look before he all but rips them off of me, diving in head first in between my legs, causing me to roll my head back; damn near screaming out at the sensation.

His tongue expertly flicks over my clit, occasionally taking the time to dip into my core. I'm a moaning mess, cursing under my breath at just how good his mouth feels. He pulls away, coming back up to kiss me. I can taste myself on him and it only makes me want him even more somehow. Before I can manage to get any words out, he places my ankles on his shoulders, lining himself up with my slick entrance.

I look up at the synth, wordlessly begging him to fuck me. As if he can hear my thoughts, he thrusts himself inside me, only giving me a second to adjust before relentlessly pounding into me. "Oh my god- Nick, holy fuck!" I cry out, practically screaming at the sensation. "Yes, my love. Scream my name, let the world know how Nick Valentine makes you feel." He growls out and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of release just at his voice.

He continues thrusting into me, both of us moaning in pleasure with every thrust. "Nick-" I eke out, "I know, sweet girl. Go ahead, cum for me." I look at him with heavy lidded eyes, white spots dancing around in my vision as my orgasm rips through me, my walls clenching around his length. I ride out my high as he pulls out, kissing me on the forehead before returning to his spot beside me.

~Nick's POV~

I could stay in this moment for eternity. The way her cheeks are flushed, how her chest is rising and falling from trying to catch her breath, it's my own version of heaven. I stare at the woman beside me, knowing this is the last time we'll ever be together this way.

"You're staring, you know." She jokes, looking at me lovingly. "Well how could I not? I wanna take this in while I can, doll." A flash of sadness crosses her face, but disappears as soon as it came. I gently push a stray hair behind her ear, kissing her on the forehead once more. Her eyes start to become heavy, "Goodnight, Nicky. I love you." She says drowsily, before drifting off to sleep. I pull her closer, basking in these final moments.

****Time Skip****
-if you want to cry, listen to Wait by M83 during this part-

~Y/N's POV~

I slowly open my eyes and immediately check the time on my PipBoy. 4:13 AM. I panic upon realizing Nick isn't in bed with me, running down the stairs before I even bother getting fully dressed. There's no sign of him. No lit cigarettes, his coat is gone, he's gone. All I find is a Holotape on his desk, titled 'Goodbye, Y/N.' I collapse on the floor of the agency, loud, guttural sobs escaping me.

He left. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I peel myself off of the floor, heading back upstairs to finish getting dressed. I leave the agency, my movements zombie like. I get some odd looks, some concerned and others almost disturbed. I walk towards the exit of Diamond City in a daze, not knowing where to go.

I walk thoughtlessly for what feels like ages. Before I know it, I'm faced with the familiar blue door and buzzing neon, signaling the entrance of Goodneighbor. I push myself in, feeling like I'm pushing the weight of a boulder. Daisy is the first to notice my disheveled state, and practically sprints to the Old State house, presumably to warn Hancock.

I make my way down into The Third Rail, ordering the strongest drink Charlie can make me. I'm handed a glass filled with a liquid that smells absolutely foul, almost like straight gasoline. "I don't know what happened and I don't need to, but I'm sorry." Charlie says in his thick cockney accent, turning away from me to serve someone else.

I throw the liquid back, slightly gagging at the taste, but loving the instant warmth I get. "Charlie, another one please." I ask the bot, who reluctantly serves me more.

~Hancock's POV~

Daisy came to get me, said it was urgent. "Dais, unless there's mutants at the door, it ain't urgent." I didn't mean to be so snappy, but I had just taken some Psycho, I couldn't really help it. "It's Y/N, Johnny. She looks pretty bad." I practically immediately sober up and follow Daisy to The Third Rail.

"She's at the bar, sir. Tread lightly, heard Charlie served her a few of his 'Charlie's Specials'." Lovely. I thank Ham, and carefully retreat down the stairs. She's sitting at the bar, facing away from me. I can tell something's off, though.

"Hey, sunshine," I coo, slightly rubbing her back and taking a seat next to her. She raises her head to look at me, tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks. "He-he's gone, John. He left me." She whimpers, letting a small sob escape her. "Who? Who left, sweetheart?" I ask, though I feel like I already know the answer.

"Nick left. Institute found him, sent big scary synth after him, so he fled." I know I wanted him gone a while ago, but I didn't really mean it. Especially not if it meant seeing her like this. I selfishly am kind of glad, but put that aside. I wrap my arm around her, gently easing her off the barstool and up the stairs.