tags: completed, het, female courier, boone pairing: f!courier/boone summary: Overprotective boone is overprotective and it drives female courier a little crazy.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there and pout or are you coming with me?” she asked.
“Guess I don't have a choice,” he said, “If you're hell bent on getting yourself killed.”
“Ha! That'll be the day,” she said, “If a bullet through the brain won't stop me, nothing will.”
He grunted something---she was happy she hadn't learned to decipher his monosyllabic responses yet. She didn't particularly enjoy being angry, not even when it led to mind blowing make up sex. And with Boone it always did. He may not have been a man of many words, but he could host a two hour pep rally with just his cock.
She slung her bag of tricks over her shoulder. With Boone tagging along, she didn't have to lug around the old sniper rifle. She wasn't very good with it anyway; give her a good old fashioned fist fight any day and she could come out on top, but a gun fight? She wasted many a perfect shot. What did Cass used to say? In a contest between Jack and a dead Gecko, the dead gecko had a better chance of hitting the target. Hell, the dead gecko had a better chance of rising from the dead and becoming the next Wasteland Messiah.
Boone gave her another unreadable glare before he took the pack of her shoulder and slid it over his.
“I can carry my own junk,” she said.
“And when you get shot for charging the enemy?” he asked, “I'll have to save you and avoid getting shot up at the same time while I retrieve our medical supplies.”
“Your lack of faith in me is heart warming,” she said.
“Yeah well, you're not as immortal as you think you are,” he said, “Let's do this, before I change my mind.”
“You don't have to come with me if you don't want to,” she said.
“Heh. Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that,” he said.
“I'm serious. I can ask Veronica or Cass to join me. I was going to anyway before you descended upon me like the wrath of God. Lighten up.”
She hadn't thought it was possible for his expression to darken any more than it already had, but she was wrong. Boone gave new meaning to the term pissed off.
“Don't look at me like that.”
“If you're going to ask Cass to watch your back, you might as well be wearing a red bulls eye on your forehead.”
“That's not true and you know it.”
“Do I? She starts drinking before noon, you know,” he said, “And Veronica's shit with a gun. You need someone with a different skill set to watch your back.”
Little Green Men? 2/?
pairing: f!courier/boone
summary: Overprotective boone is overprotective and it drives female courier a little crazy.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there and pout or are you coming with me?” she asked.
“Guess I don't have a choice,” he said, “If you're hell bent on getting yourself killed.”
“Ha! That'll be the day,” she said, “If a bullet through the brain won't stop me, nothing will.”
He grunted something---she was happy she hadn't learned to decipher his monosyllabic responses yet. She didn't particularly enjoy being angry, not even when it led to mind blowing make up sex. And with Boone it always did. He may not have been a man of many words, but he could host a two hour pep rally with just his cock.
She slung her bag of tricks over her shoulder. With Boone tagging along, she didn't have to lug around the old sniper rifle. She wasn't very good with it anyway; give her a good old fashioned fist fight any day and she could come out on top, but a gun fight? She wasted many a perfect shot. What did Cass used to say? In a contest between Jack and a dead Gecko, the dead gecko had a better chance of hitting the target. Hell, the dead gecko had a better chance of rising from the dead and becoming the next Wasteland Messiah.
Boone gave her another unreadable glare before he took the pack of her shoulder and slid it over his.
“I can carry my own junk,” she said.
“And when you get shot for charging the enemy?” he asked, “I'll have to save you and avoid getting shot up at the same time while I retrieve our medical supplies.”
“Your lack of faith in me is heart warming,” she said.
“Yeah well, you're not as immortal as you think you are,” he said, “Let's do this, before I change my mind.”
“You don't have to come with me if you don't want to,” she said.
“Heh. Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that,” he said.
“I'm serious. I can ask Veronica or Cass to join me. I was going to anyway before you descended upon me like the wrath of God. Lighten up.”
She hadn't thought it was possible for his expression to darken any more than it already had, but she was wrong. Boone gave new meaning to the term pissed off.
“Don't look at me like that.”
“If you're going to ask Cass to watch your back, you might as well be wearing a red bulls eye on your forehead.”
“That's not true and you know it.”
“Do I? She starts drinking before noon, you know,” he said, “And Veronica's shit with a gun. You need someone with a different skill set to watch your back.”