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Re: Raul/F!Courier, "Turning the Tables" 3/6

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Raul had been frustrated with himself when he had to accept the fact that his love wasn't pure and his thoughts were far from chaste. They were preparing for the upcoming war and Lynn was preoccupied enough. He didn't think he would have told her anyway. At the time, he preferred to brood over it when there wasn't a distraction. When he was lucky enough to find privacy he would think of her. He would imagine the lithe muscles of her stomach contracting under his touch, the way he was sure she would moan from being licked or groped, the color of her nipples, the way she would taste, among many things. He'd touch himself to those thoughts. She could make him feel younger, but she couldn't change the fact he was a ghoul. Lynn had taken a lover or two in the time he'd known her, casual as far as he'd known, not that he tried to pay attention to her love life. As far as he knew she hadn't been with a ghoul nor did she mention any interest. He figured her feelings for him had been fleeting or perhaps she had been confused. It was easy to convince himself she hadn't really wanted a ruined man like himself.

She left a month after the war. Everyone had parted ways after that. Raul was torn. When he asked, she told him she didn't know when she would be back. There were people she wanted to visit, responsibilities she'd gained outside the Mojave. She made an effort to tell him she knew where her home was and he had no doubt word would travel quickly once she stepped foot back in the desert she was so famous in, no matter how long she waited. She surprised him when she embraced him, herself to, he had noted when she immediately stiffened against him. His arms held her in place before she could back away.

"Estaré aquí esperando," he murmured in her hair.

A lapse in control. When he let her go he could hear her breathing. She looked pained. Was it because she was leaving him or because she was disgusted at him touching her? Either sounded possible.

"Why are you so quiet tonight Boss?" Lynn asked, tossing her empty beer bottle beside her. His was half full, forgotten at his feet.

Raul massaged his knees before they protested. He stood up and joined her, sitting next to her on the sleeping bag. She had gotten into the habit of calling him "Boss" and he called her by her name, sometimes. Mostly he called her petnames in Spanish that he wouldn't translate. "Thinking about the past. How you've grown," he said, then smiled, admitting, "How we've both grown."

He was going to seek her out once he heard the rumors. The Mojave's Messiah was back. First, he trekked it to his shack. He had some caps hidden away that would allow him access to the Strip. He wasn't prepared for what awaited him. After four years, she was camped outside the shack, waiting for him. She came dressed in that light leather armor and was lacking one of the over-sized, over-powerful weapons she collected. She said she wanted to be less conspicuous. She wanted to start anew. She had missed him and she wanted to be with him. Raul had to will his heartbeat to contain itself, he knew she didn't mean it the way he wanted her to. The years had done nothing to quell his emotions, he remembered thinking bitterly. Her burn for him had been a flash in the pan, but his was smoldering coals. He could've hated her for it, for the way his body ached, as if his age wasn't enough. But hating Lynn would be hating himself. They'd done too much for each other, sacrificed, rebuilt, shared.

Their time apart helped Raul realize he couldn't settle for unrequited love. Lynn was following him. She wasn't at the sniper's dino or the King's table or the vault girl's bed. Maybe there was some flicker in her yet. He would find out.