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(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1c/1)

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Principles war with affection until finally, with a groan, he turns around. “Fine. You may wish to engage a Stealth Boy, and I will retreat to the dining room.”

“I love you so much…” she murmurs, a grin stretching across her features as she pulls out a Stealth Boy. Strapping the device to her wrist, she presses the button to activate its field, bending light waves about her form. Now little more than a ripple in the air, she pulls a screwdriver from the front pocket of her trousers. Carefully angling the bobby pin into the lock, she jimmies the screwdriver into position, slowly twisting until she feels the click of tumblers sliding into place. The entire process is quickly done; little more time spent than if she had the key in hand. With one last peek down both sides of the hallway, she cracks the door open and eases her way in. Checking to make sure there is both a handle and a lock on the inside (and keenly aware that even her reputation with the Brotherhood won’t relieve her from any pointed questions if she locks herself inside), she shuts it behind her.

She taps the light on for her Pip-Boy, letting the pale white glow illuminate the darkened closet. It is little more than a cubby, narrow walls lined with metal shelves filled with boxes. Out of curiosity, she pulls one of the boxes out. There is no lid, so what greets her eyes are—

Penises. Of every shape, size, and color, including several not found in nature. In shock and wonder, she reaches in, pulling out a neon blue phallus with a ridged base. Then, battling between an entirely inappropriate giggle and a desire for more research—purely for science, of course—she sets it back, pulling out another one. This one is of some soft, pink rubber-like material, wobbling in her grip and swaying like some sort of obscene dancer. A little closer examination shows that there is a dial near the bottom, and she twists it to the side, curious to see what happens.

Bzz!

Nearly dropping it in shock, it takes only a few moments for Jinx to realize the potential of her new discovery. And from the dust gathered about, none of these have seen any use in quite a while, so she feels no guilt in rummaging about for the best finds. She figures she can always ask Sarah why on earth the Brotherhood feels the need to keep a closet full of sex toys (because if they have been throwing orgies, she certainly hasn’t gotten any invitations), but it is far more fun to simply explore. Judging by the lack of any inventory sheet, she bets she can pretty much waltz out with whatever catches her fancy. Fortunately, there are designs beyond the basic phallus to catch her attention.

Of course, not all the prewar technology is quite up to snuff; she immediately discards any objects that feel tacky or sticky to the touch, like ancient chemicals are slowly leaching through cheap synthetic material. She also quickly rules out anything that she cannot easily stuff in her pack—a restriction, alas, that forces her to leave behind an interesting looking chair in one corner of the room, all smooth lines and oiled rocking mechanism.

Still… she finds more than enough intriguing items to make it worthwhile. Treasure trove hidden away in her pack, she sneaks out again, careful to relock the door behind her.

. . .

There is mischief in her eyes and a spring in her step when she rejoins Fawkes in the Brotherhood canteen. A passing initiate nearly chokes on his coffee as Jinx flings herself at the super mutant, kissing behind his ear and running her tongue over its outer shell, lightly biting the tender lobe between her teeth.

“You’re in a good mood,” he says softly, stroking his hand down her back. His thumb grazes over the wing-like bones of her scapula before tracing the gentle curve of her spine.