The Courier was spattered in Legion blood, as if she'd used a knife in combat instead of a gun. It didn't really matter after a while- if you shoot enough people at close range, keeping clean is out of the question. Even her silent sniper had gotten dirty, going point-blank against raiders with little thought for cover. All that mattered was that the two of them had survived, along with most of the refugees, and the Legionaries had fallen.
"You're insane," moaned the Courier. "Don't you ever sit back and wait for battle plans?"
He sat back with what had to have been the first smirk she'd ever seen on his face.
"I didn't hear you offer one."
"I had a plan! It involved playing the top Legionaries against each other and fracturing the group from within!"
"Sorry to fuck things up." Boone took out a pack of cigarettes; another rarity for him. After risking his life on a suicide mission, a little cancer was worth chancing. The Courier snatched one from him, lighting her end with his.
"You underestimate me, honey. It'll take more than a rashly moral action to fuck up my plans. I'll just have to improvise a little." She couldn't really bring herself to scold him after such a victory, no matter how stupid they had both been. She leaned against his body with a contented smile, and he wrapped his arm around her.
"Still gonna kiss up to the dog-head?" Boone asked his question in a joking manner, but she knew to take it seriously.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Are you going to give me something to be faithful to?"
She knew he'd heard her, even if it took him a long time to answer.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, are you my man or not?"
She found herself a little surprised at her own words. She hadn't realized she cared quite this much what he wanted out of her; then again, she hadn't realized she was the type to run into rescue situations guns blazing, either.
Boone looked a little surprised as well. His grip on her didn't change, but she could feel his breathing deepen with the rise and fall of his chest.
"I care what happens to you. I mostly like you. I want you, even if I wish I didn't. And after tonight, I think I trust you. I'm not sure what all that adds up to; maybe it's love. It's not like it was with Carla, but I guess it's always different."
"Same here." The Courier kissed him on the cheek, enjoying the feel of his stubble. "And if I'm going to be your girl, why don't we celebrate it? Here. Now. On the field of battle."
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Torch Songs 16/?
Date: 2012-01-13 07:57 pm (UTC)"You're insane," moaned the Courier. "Don't you ever sit back and wait for battle plans?"
He sat back with what had to have been the first smirk she'd ever seen on his face.
"I didn't hear you offer one."
"I had a plan! It involved playing the top Legionaries against each other and fracturing the group from within!"
"Sorry to fuck things up." Boone took out a pack of cigarettes; another rarity for him. After risking his life on a suicide mission, a little cancer was worth chancing. The Courier snatched one from him, lighting her end with his.
"You underestimate me, honey. It'll take more than a rashly moral action to fuck up my plans. I'll just have to improvise a little." She couldn't really bring herself to scold him after such a victory, no matter how stupid they had both been. She leaned against his body with a contented smile, and he wrapped his arm around her.
"Still gonna kiss up to the dog-head?" Boone asked his question in a joking manner, but she knew to take it seriously.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Are you going to give me something to be faithful to?"
She knew he'd heard her, even if it took him a long time to answer.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, are you my man or not?"
She found herself a little surprised at her own words. She hadn't realized she cared quite this much what he wanted out of her; then again, she hadn't realized she was the type to run into rescue situations guns blazing, either.
Boone looked a little surprised as well. His grip on her didn't change, but she could feel his breathing deepen with the rise and fall of his chest.
"I care what happens to you. I mostly like you. I want you, even if I wish I didn't. And after tonight, I think I trust you. I'm not sure what all that adds up to; maybe it's love. It's not like it was with Carla, but I guess it's always different."
"Same here." The Courier kissed him on the cheek, enjoying the feel of his stubble. "And if I'm going to be your girl, why don't we celebrate it? Here. Now. On the field of battle."