The courier had decided that, rather than make the trip back down the mountain in sub zero temperatures, it would be easier to spend the night in one of Jacobstown's resort rooms. The Supermutants and Nightkin didn't seem to mind. One of the Nightkin had even taken an unhealthy shine to the courier, introducing herself as Lily and referring to him as "her sweet little Jimmy", which Arcade found hilarious and Boone found alarming. The courier had suggested that they all retire to separate rooms and was met with no objections- the cramped and oft times claustrophobic living conditions of the Lucky 38 had taken their toll on everyone, and a small chance at privacy, even just for one night, was a rare gift not taken lightly. So it had been somewhat of a surprise to Arcade when he found himself being startled awake by an insistent knocking at his door.
Peeling back the dusty duvet and shivering as his bare feet meet the cold wooden ground, he opens the door to reveal a fully dressed and fully awake Boone, clutching a mysterious bundle of clothing to his chest.
"What... Craig... what are you doing?" Arcade yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You do realize the sun isn't even out yet?"
Boone answers his question with a command: "Put this on." He tosses Arcade a heavy grey coat, emblazoned with a patch featuring a two-headed bear. Regulation NCR branding.
Deciding not to question the enigmatic sniper, Arcade dutifully shrugs on the coat over his undershirt. The shoulders are just barely wide enough, but the coat itself is entirely too short on his taller frame. Boone holds out another, much smaller bundle of cloth. "And these." Gloves. Arcade smirks and thanks him, pulling them on over his hands and flexing his fingers experimentally. Boone was so ridiculous sometimes it nearly killed Arcade not to say anything, but he generally kept his mouth shut lest the adorable mother henning cease if called attention to.
Secretly, he kind of liked being fussed over in Boone's serious, scary-brooding-army-guy way.
Boone circles around Arcade after he dons both coat and gloves, sizing him up and then nodding approvingly. Arcade jokingly stands at attention, clasping his arms firmly to his sides. "I was not aware of inspection today, sir!" He quips in a faux-solider voice.
Boone pauses. He rises up on the tips of his feet, clasping his hands on either side of Arcade's face and pulling it down. "At ease, private" he growls, covering the smirking lips with his own.
Arcade moves forward into Boone's embrace, attempting to deepen the kiss, but is rebuffed with a firm hand in the center of his chest. Boone gently pushes him away. "Hang on. I came here for a reason, you know."
Arcade quirks an eyebrow. "Hmm, you don't say?" He leans down, seeking out Boone's mouth again, but his lips collide only with a smoothly shaven cheek turned forward at the last minute. He makes an agitated noise, sucking kisses down Boone's jaw and snaking his hands up under the other man's shirt, but the sniper extracts himself from Arcade's grabbing arms. "Yeah. I do say." He grabs Arcade's upper arm, steering him towards the door. "C'mon, follow me. You'll see."
"This better be worth it," Arcade warns as he is dragged along. "Because I was going let you top."
Boone pauses at his words, seemingly mulling them over for a moment before giving his head a sudden shake. "Shut up, Gannon," he replies, pulling his sunglasses from his pocket and jamming them on his face. "Just... trust me."
Nuclear Winter 2
The courier had suggested that they all retire to separate rooms and was met with no objections- the cramped and oft times claustrophobic living conditions of the Lucky 38 had taken their toll on everyone, and a small chance at privacy, even just for one night, was a rare gift not taken lightly. So it had been somewhat of a surprise to Arcade when he found himself being startled awake by an insistent knocking at his door.
Peeling back the dusty duvet and shivering as his bare feet meet the cold wooden ground, he opens the door to reveal a fully dressed and fully awake Boone, clutching a mysterious bundle of clothing to his chest.
"What... Craig... what are you doing?" Arcade yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You do realize the sun isn't even out yet?"
Boone answers his question with a command: "Put this on." He tosses Arcade a heavy grey coat, emblazoned with a patch featuring a two-headed bear. Regulation NCR branding.
Deciding not to question the enigmatic sniper, Arcade dutifully shrugs on the coat over his undershirt. The shoulders are just barely wide enough, but the coat itself is entirely too short on his taller frame. Boone holds out another, much smaller bundle of cloth. "And these." Gloves. Arcade smirks and thanks him, pulling them on over his hands and flexing his fingers experimentally. Boone was so ridiculous sometimes it nearly killed Arcade not to say anything, but he generally kept his mouth shut lest the adorable mother henning cease if called attention to.
Secretly, he kind of liked being fussed over in Boone's serious, scary-brooding-army-guy way.
Boone circles around Arcade after he dons both coat and gloves, sizing him up and then nodding approvingly. Arcade jokingly stands at attention, clasping his arms firmly to his sides. "I was not aware of inspection today, sir!" He quips in a faux-solider voice.
Boone pauses. He rises up on the tips of his feet, clasping his hands on either side of Arcade's face and pulling it down. "At ease, private" he growls, covering the smirking lips with his own.
Arcade moves forward into Boone's embrace, attempting to deepen the kiss, but is rebuffed with a firm hand in the center of his chest. Boone gently pushes him away. "Hang on. I came here for a reason, you know."
Arcade quirks an eyebrow. "Hmm, you don't say?" He leans down, seeking out Boone's mouth again, but his lips collide only with a smoothly shaven cheek turned forward at the last minute. He makes an agitated noise, sucking kisses down Boone's jaw and snaking his hands up under the other man's shirt, but the sniper extracts himself from Arcade's grabbing arms. "Yeah. I do say." He grabs Arcade's upper arm, steering him towards the door. "C'mon, follow me. You'll see."
"This better be worth it," Arcade warns as he is dragged along. "Because I was going let you top."
Boone pauses at his words, seemingly mulling them over for a moment before giving his head a sudden shake. "Shut up, Gannon," he replies, pulling his sunglasses from his pocket and jamming them on his face. "Just... trust me."