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

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She makes a soft ‘mhm,’ but refuses to say anything else about her discovery until they are safely out of the confines of the Citadel. Fawkes has learned to read her moods by now, like words on the wind—ever changing, but still visible to a careful observer. Her eyes gleam wickedly, a playful smirk dancing about the corners of her mouth as she says goodbye to her friends in the Brotherhood. Gallows goes out of his way to apologize for Bael’s behavior, giving Fawkes a firm clasp on the forearm in a gesture more brotherly than a simple handshake.

When they leave, Jinx’s gait is loose-limbed and easy, hips swaying as if about to burst into dance at any moment. It’s the kind of thing that used to frustrate him, back when they first met—never quite able to understand the blurred boundaries she holds between friendship and intimacy—but now it frustrates him in an entirely different way. Laughing and innocent, but still moving like she is trying to incite every carnal fantasy he’s ever held…

The difference is now, he thinks she does it on purpose.

“So what did you find?” he asks impatiently. While he generally believes a calm heart must prevail, it is difficult to be calm when his diminutive companion giggles as if she stuffed an entire wrapper of Fancy Lad snack cakes in her mouth.

She licks her lips, the moisture making them shine under the unrelenting sun. “Something… fun.” Waggling her eyebrows, she gives a cheerful half-skip that sends pebbles flying in the dust.

“It would be well if you elaborated.”

“I think it’ll be more fun if I show you.” Despite that claim, the way she hugs herself, practically squirming with delight, makes him suspect she just enjoys having a secret.

“So when will I get to see it?”

“Tonight. I promise.” Her eyes are pale and glowing, shining like stars in the shade of her hand as she scans the horizon. “As soon as we’re home in Megaton and I get a chance to clean up a bit.”

The rest of the journey is spent in maddening silence—at least, silent on the mystery of what she has in store. She is more than happy to babble about anything and everything else under the sun, from wondering what deathclaws must have evolved from before the war (her hypothesis being that they had been bioengineered and designed as weapons, let loose after the bombs fell) to whether or not the agriculture program at Rivet City will ever succeed in making strawberries widely available. (Which she hopes; she confesses that strawberries were her favorite food from Vault 101’s hydroponics division.)

But on the subject of just what, exactly, she ‘liberated’ from the Brotherhood storeroom, she refuses to speak. Instead, she laughs and skates about the edges of the topic. If he didn’t care for her so, it would make him want to…

“Want to pin me down and fuck me yet?” she asks, skipping over a small stone. He can’t see her face, as she has hopped just out of the edge of his reach (a distance he is sure she calculated beforehand), but there is laughter bubbling under the genial words, and an extra roll of her hip before she peeks coyly over one shoulder.

“Absolutely not,” he denies. “Why would I reward you for your bad behavior?”

“Because you love me,” is her easy response, twirling to face him with her arms out, spinning like a bird on the breeze. “And why punish yourself for my misbehaving?” She runs her tongue over her lip, the soft pink startlingly pale against the darkness of her skin.

“You are insufferable.”