FNV: dumbass disordwrz

You're my Sanctuary

I'm a big fat liar and have decided to add a Fallout 4 writing in here instead of another FNV one... burn me at stake if you must.

Anyways. Heres Eileen and one of her partners, Cait, sharing some love and then getting down to the "end of the world" sex that every post apocalyptic lesbian couple wishes they could experience.

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Passing by Eileen's old, fallout-busted home was always filled with dread.

For the young pre-war scientist, the house was haunted. Not by ghosts or poltergeists, as Sturges had so carefully questioned her. No, but by memories. When she passed by the house, she saw Freddie sleepily going to get the mail by their front steps. Already taking a sip of his dark roast coffee as he nabbed the daily paper. When she went inside, she saw herself and her "husband" dancing around the kitchen. Making their 2 month old laugh as they shuffled and jived all around the kitchen island. She was starting to slowly forget the way her infant son's laughter had sounded. When she stepped into shaun's room... well. That had been the hardest. All she saw was her and Freddie huddled together kissing their little baby's head. Even if they hadn't been in love, they had loved their son.

They still love their son.

Freddie's death and Shaun's kidnapping didn't change the love they all had as a family. A platonic love that couldn't be broken by distance or death.

Still though, Eileen couldn't keep that in her head enough to actually go back into the house unless it was for settler renovation purposes. The most she would willing do is get behind it to visit Freddie's grave.

Passing it now was troublesome. It had been such a long day, this chilly December Monday, that Eileen couldn't seem to keep herself together emotionally. She wasn't her normal, peppy, overly positive self. Today she was worn out, unable to even spare a health fact to her companion.

Cait could see the storm brewing on her partner's face as soon as the woman had asked Cait to walk her back to their little shack at the end of the cul-de-sac. While Cait wasn't the best with others feelings, Eileen made it easy. Always wore her heart on her sleeve. So it didn't take much for Cait to notice her unhappiness.

The redhead needed a moment to plan a course of action. Squeeze her hand? No, that wasn't like her to do. Suggest some fun time to unwind? Nah. As much as Cait wanted that release today, she wouldn't dare put that on Eileen. Their therapy-fuck days were over since she, Eileen, and Piper had become official. Still...

Damn it, Cait. Get yer head out yer arse.

Cait shook her head a bit, before taking a deep breath and turning to the taller woman.

Eileen was facing the house, scanning it with her big, sad, honey-colored eyes. She wrapped her vest around her tighter, shivering. It was cold, but... this seemed to be more of an anxiety shiver. Nonetheless, Cait still clumsily took her jacket off and put it over her nervous wreck of a girlfriend.

It was a jacket given to Cait by Eileen. The brutish woman can still recall the day Eileen made sure to get Cait a new outfit. A brown overcoat jacket over a blue dirty shirt with big baggy pants and hiking boots. "To cover up!" Eileen had said proudly. "You told me you feel too exposed for this weather so let me treat you to a fallon's basement finest- Ah ah ah! No buts"

Cait smiles faintly at the memory of her cheery smile, patting the jacket down onto Eileen. Wishing in the moment she could see that smile again.

"Cait..." Eileen spoke softly, her gentle tone tugging at Cait's heartstrings. "Tomorrow is... tomorrow is when we get the teleporter running. I may be going INTO the institute. You'd... you'd think I would be more happier. I get my son back, I get to see advanced tech, I get to be the hero. But I-"

She stops and presses a fist to her mouth.
Unfurling it and starting to pick at her lips. One of her compulsions, Cait knew. It was best not to stop it, even if it was hurting her.

"I'm scared, Caity. What- what if somehow HE lived? Or- or what if my son is gone and all of this is for NOTHING?" Eileen raises her voice at the end, before bringing her hands to her temples. Shaking her head slowly. "Freddie is gone because of these bastards- they might have taken Shaun from me too. I don't- I can't-"

Cait hesitates for a lot of things. But right now, there's no pause to her actions as she takes Eileen's hands away from her face. Holding them. Clearing her throat and gently tilting her head to try and grab Eileen's attention.

"Leena. Ya remeb'r what ya said to me when we left Vault 95?" She starts slow, trying hard to find her words. She wasn't good at this stuff. Helping with mental and emotional issues was more Eileen's strong suit. But Cait was going to try her best, even if it was wobbly and not the best.

"... I said, you're the strongest women I've ever met, Cait." Eileen says softly, the words spilling from her trembling lip. She tries to bite it to keep it in place, but it still quivers.

"Ya? And I think mows the time to tell ya yer' wrong, munchkin." Cait tried to smirk, fighting back the urge to be brash and crude and inappropriate. Getting off chems had helped her suppress her smart-ass sarcastic personality and bring out a more mature one. But still... god was it hard not to make the wrong comments at the wrong time.

"'Cause person'lly? I think ya are. Ya- yer so fuckin' strong. And ya can DO this. Yer the best agent the railroad has."

Eileen bit her lip harder, but managed a smile. Her cheeks glowing from bashfulness.

Cait really could make her feel like a hero, huh?

"Thanks, sugar..." she whispers. Squeezing Cait's hand tightly. Before pecking her cheek. "I could only believe it comin' from you."

Cait looked away in pride, smiling her little half smile. Rubbing her cheek where Eileen's cherry red lips had touched. Unable to smear the lipstick stain. Oops. That was stuck there, it seemed.

Not that Cait cared.

"Ya wanna...." Cait started, clearing her throat. Motioning down the road to her little wooden shack.

Eileen stopped her with a kiss to her palm.

"I do." She said sweetly, wiping away any leftover tears. Smiling and blushing, knowing where this was going.

Cait takes a deep breath, and smiles fully now. A rare genuine little smile.

Carefully, she took Eileen's hand. And started leading her away from the house of memories.

Off to make new ones, just in case this was the last time they could.