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A Long Road	By : TehFuryMan Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 5874 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Fallout video game series. I own no characters from the games that may appear in this story. I only own the MC, Judith. No money or profit is being made from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter 1 - Welcome Home
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Author's Note: So here's the true first chapter to the story. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to review and give constructive criticism. I admit, this is really the first time I've ever attempted writing a sex scene in a story, so I understand it probably sucks, lol. If anyone has any pointers or advice to give on that matter or anything else, I'm completely open to any and all suggestions! With that being said, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Fallout
A Long Road
Chapter 1: Welcome Home
     The roar of the vertibird's rotors cut through the silent twilight as the transport settled down outside of Megaton. Judith made sure she had everything she needed before climbing out and down from the seat. Her boots crunching against the rocky ground beneath her. Faux needed but to merely stick his leg out and slide a little before he was able to, literally, step out of the vertibird like one of those old pre-war cars that people apparently used to drive.
   "We appreciate the ride, human!" Faux thanked the pilot, raising a large green hand in gratitude.
   "Uhh...yeah! Don't mention it!" The pilot responded. Judith knew not everyone among the Brotherhood of Steel felt comfortable working with a super mutant and a ghoul. However, orders were orders and Elder Lyons had ordered that they cooperate with the two so long as she accepted sole responsibility for both of their actions. It wasn't too hard, really. Neither of them caused trouble. Faux was probably the most intelligent and reasonable super mutant in the entire wasteland and Charon didn't shoot or throw hands unless Judith told him to, or did so first.
   The second of her companions hopped down from the vertibird and slung his shotgun onto his back. Charon said nothing, nor did he even glance at the pilot or anyone else still inside the vertibird. Seated up front, beside the pilot, Sarah Lyons leaned her head sideways out the window as Judith walked up.
   "I guess we'll see you around, then! Don't be a stranger!" Sarah shouted over the thunderous sound of the spinning rotors.
   It felt odd, hearing that. Sarah spoke to her like one would a friend. Like she actually cared about her. Did she? Or was she looked at as just another useful pawn to help complete some agenda. Judith felt like there was a lot of that, lately. At first she didn't mind helping people. Making a run across the wasteland to deliver a letter for Lucy West, was an example. Sure, Judith hadn't been thrilled about venturing outside of the safety of Megaton's walls, but on the other hand, it had provided a good opportunity to get a lay of the land and figure out where other useful locations were. Boy, did that quick favor turn out to be an experience, though. One that Judith didn't care to relive. She'd decided after that, that there were just some weird people in the world.
   After awhile, though, it had started to feel like people asked Judith to do things for them, simply because they were just too lazy (or cowardly) to do so themselves. But, at least most of the jobs paid well enough. The mercenary life wasn't sounding too bad, after all. What else could she do? Her skills weren't much use here in Megaton. They had a doctor. They had a repairman. They had plenty of armed citizens in terms of security. She sure as hell wasn't going to work at Moriarty's bar! Leaving this place behind was beginning to look like more of an option than ever. She'd have to think on it more, later. Right now, she was too tired, dirty and hungry to think about anything but those, right now. Admittedly, she had a little itch that could use scratching. Neither of the two she traveled with were going to be of much use there.
   As the vertibird lifted off, Judith removed her rifle from her shoulder and carried it at her side, walking up the hill to Megaton. As she approached the front gate, Charon and Faux broke off to the side and made for a small camp that they had erected outside. It wasn't so much that Charon wasn't welcome within the walls. Megaton had Gob at Moriarty's Saloon after all. Faux, on the other hand; not everyone inside was too keen on welcoming a super mutant inside their sanctuary from the wasteland. Faux claimed to understand, but Judith felt like she knew it bothered him a little. Simply, because of what he was, he was judged and outcasted. As for Charon, Judith usually had him stick around with Faux to keep him company. It wasn't too shabby of a little camp. Judith had to admire Faux's ingenuity when it came to erecting it. If anything, the two served as a little extra security with the robot that guarded outside. That stupid robot. Judith could see it scanning the area, as it usually did as they approached.
   "I'll catch you guys later." Judith called to her comrades on the road. "I'll bring you something from the Brass Lantern for supper, if you want."
   "Do not trouble yourself, friend." Faux replied humbly as he squatted down to strike a campfire. A few feet away, Charon sat cross legged on an old blanket they'd found and began dismantling his gun for cleaning. He didn't even look up from his work when she and Faux spoke.
   "It's no trouble, really." Judith remarked with a tired smile and continued up towards the gate.
   "Welcome...to...Megaton. Friendliest...town...around." Deputy Weld, the robot out front chirped routinely as Judith walked passed him.
   "Fuck off, Weld." Judith mumbled, nonchalantly, as she passed him up and approached the entrance.
   "Have yourself...a nice visit...partner." Weld replied promptly.
   Judith couldn't help but shake her head and laugh with a scoff. Sometimes it was amusing at how pre-determined the machine's responses were. Judith sometimes considered trying to reprogram it to have more quirky responses. It would have been a funny joke in her mind, though she had a feeling Sheriff Simms wouldn't take too kindly to it. Oh well. Maybe someone else would get the idea at some point. All Judith cared about now was food in her belly and her head in a pillow.
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   Living out in the wasteland made Judith realize how much people confined to a vault took showers for granted. Surely, at that moment, several in Vault 101 were probably enjoying a hot wash at the end of their day either pulling guard duty, working maintenance or just a long day in the Overseer's office. Amata.... Judith pushed the thought out of her head as she stood underneath the shower head, letting the lukewarm water run over her body. She stood there, leaning with one hand against the wall, staring down at the drain as dirty and blood from her skin was washed away. Judith ended up with more bumps and scrapes than she ever had inside Vault 101. Life outside was definitely not for the weak. Sure, she might have considered herself weak at first, when she first stepped outside. However, the longer she spent out here, the more inner strength she seemed to find within herself.
   After she finished her shower, Judith turned off the water and stepped out in front of the mirror. She paused there, to look at her reflection. She hadn't even really been away from the vault for that long, in her mind. Yet, in that short time, she felt like she had taken on a drastic transformation. She was considered skinny growing up. She did a lot of running through the vault corridors or participating on the vault baseball team. The area they played in, she realized now, wasn't as big as it could have been. Outside, she could only imagine the size of a baseball field. Weeks of trekking through the Capital Wasteland and lugging around weapons and other survival gear to make sure she didn't die had changed her, however. She was still on the small side, sure. Her bone structure wasn't going to change that. But she had toned out considerably as time went on. Whether it was her activities outside Megaton or her body still maturing or both, she didn't know. Perhaps that was why she'd noticed the men around here looking at her more lately. Her breasts had definitely perked up more and her butt had a rounder, firmer shape to it. Her abs showed, too, but not excessively. Her arms had more shape too, in contrast to the noodles she used to have. Judith was rather pleased with herself, there. She used to wonder whether or not she looked too plain in the vault. Amata kept telling her how beautiful she was. Her father always told her how much she looked so much like her mother. Same hair and facial features. Judith reached up to touch her dripping black hair that reached just above her shoulders. A few weeks ago, it had reached passed and she kept it up in a bun. She'd cut it on her first stop back at Megaton after her father died. Rather, she'd had Wadsworth cut it. She didn't even know why. To symbolize cutting away the ties that bound her to her old life? Maybe a tactical choice? She never even considered the usefulness of shorter hair. It definitely made escaping from feral ghouls easier as they had less to grab onto.
   Judith leaned forward and stared at her reflection with her green, almond shaped eyes. She was told that people of her mother's ethnicity didn't usually have eyes of that color. She'd gotten them from her father. Her father explained to her once, that her mother was of an ethnicity called "Asian" and that her family, while they lived in what was once called America, descended from a people that came from a distant, pre-war placed known as Japan. Her father's ancestors came from a place called Ireland but apparently moved to America, way before the Great War even happened. So, Judith had mostly her mother's features with the unique green eyes of her father. Something else that Jericho, there in Megaton, constantly remarked on in an attempt to win her favor. Creepy bastard. He always called her "pretty little thing" whenever he saw her. It made her want to punch him straight in the nose but she didn't want any trouble stirred up.
   "You look like shit." Judith told herself in the mirror, before grabbing a towel to dry off. Now that she was clean, maybe she could go get some food. A drink, too. Maybe more.
   Judith made the climb up the walkway toward's Moriarty's Saloon. After her shower, she'd dried off and had Wadsworth stitch up the fresh cut on her arm. He wasn't primarily a medical robot but a little tinkerking with his circuits and assistance from the small infirmary in her home that she'd had Moira put together and Judith essentially had her own free, personal field medic right in her home. She'd dressed herself in some clothes she'd bought from Rivet City during her stop there and set out into Megaton. Her outfit wasn't much but she liked it. A pair of tight fitting black pants and a white tanktop with her black boots. It wasn't like she was trying to impress anybody. Her first stop had been at the Brass Lantern to get something to eat and to bring a couple of plates to Faux and Charon as promised. Now, though, she needed that drink.
   Judith reached the saloon and stepped through the door. Inside, she noticed the usual night time patrons present. Lucy sat at her usual chosen table, sipping from a mug. Billy Creel, the local mercenary sat at the bar with an empty stool between himself and Jericho. She got the feeling those two didn't like each other. Billy was a merc, but he was one of the nicest gentlemen Judith had ever met since stepping out into the wasteland. He took care of little Maggie, whom Judith usually saw playing with Sherriff Simms' son, Harden. He usually warned Maggie about talking to Jericho, as well as staying out of the saloon. She couldn't say she blamed the man for his over protectiveness. This was no place for a child.
   Judith frowned at the empty stool between Billy and Jericho. She didn't mind, at all, sitting beside the former. They'd recently started sharing stories of their experiences out in the wastes. Popping off molerats and ants, shooting it out with raiders during supply hunts. She had one experience up on Billy, though. The man had never encountered super mutants up close. He made the smart choice of staying away from them. Judith didn't blame him there, either. Faux was one thing. Most super mutants would look to kill you on sight if you weren't one of them...or a centaur. She certainly wouldn't have minded telling Billy all about her recent escapade at Andrew's Air Force Base. But there was Jericho, on the other side of that stool. Judith sighed. No way in hell was she sitting next to that bastard. She spotted another couple of empty stools. Nathan Vargas was there. He was a kind old man. A little on the cooky side, but overall harmless. He praised the Enclave and their views towards the "old American ways." Judith had to wonder if he still would after learning how they operated. Best not to bring it up, though. Let the man live in his delusion a little longer.
   Judith made her way over and settled down into the stool beside Nathan.
   "Evening, Mr. Vargas." Judith greeted politely as the man set down his mug and turned to notice her.
   "Well, hey there, Judy!" Nathan greeted back, enthusiastically and a little louder than she would have liked him to. She could see others looking up and over their way. That included Jericho. Fuck. "Why, I didn't think we'd see you around here again." Nathan continued. "Seemed like you just up and left us."
   "Not yet." Judith replied, putting humor in her tone as she gave the old man a sweet smile. Not yet. She turned her attention forward then as the saloon's bartender, Gob, stepped up in front of her, across the counter.
   "Hey there, friend. Can I get ya anything?" The ghoul said with his usual smile that he saved only for the customers that treated him with a shred of dignity. Make no mistake, Gob could be a bit of a cold, hardass if he needed to be. He may have flinched everytime Colin walked by him but Judith had seen the ghoul tell plenty of ornery patrons to get out of the bar and take their bullshit somewhere else.
   "Hi, Gob." Judith smiled through her exhaustion. What did she want? Beer didn't sound strong enough for the day she'd just had. "Whiskey in a chilled glass, if you got one."
   "Coming right up." Gob opened a large, built in metal cooler behind the bar and retrieved a cold glass. He grabbed a bottle of amber liquid from underneath the counter and filled it halfway.
   "All the way, Gob." Judith said lightly. "My day's been shit."
   "You got it, friend!" Gob filled the glass and set it in front of her.
   "Whoa! Hey, now!" A familiar voice that made Judith react like nails on a chalkboard, every time, spoke up. "You're paying double for that, right girly?"
   Judith rolled her eyes as she looked passed Gob at the man, half shrouded in the dim light of the doorway to the back office. He could stand there, trying to look as imposing as a deathclaw, all he wanted. He was still just a snake to her.
   "Yes, Colin. I'm paying double, Jesus Christ." Judith sighed as she dug out her pouch of caps from her belt loop and laid out twenty bottle caps. Double the standard cost for a single serving of whiskey. She wasn't rolling in money, but she could afford to pay a little extra if it called for it.
   "Atta girl." Colin Moriarty said, stepping into the light with that devious smile of his. "Nothin' personal, of course, but I do have a business to run. I can't be dolling out freebies to everyone that walks through that door.
   "When have you ever given a free drink, to anyone, Colin?" Judith replied with no amusement in her voice as she lifted her glass. Colin laughed so loud, she swore it shook the shanty walls of the building they were in.
   "Aye, ya got me there, lass!" He said loudly. "Ya know me better'n meself!"
   "Well, I'll drink to that." Judith said as Colin turned to step back into his office. She muttered a low "asshole" then, before bringing the glass to her lips and taking a long sip of the cool whiskey that burned it's way down her throat. The first taste she'd had of the stuff, she'd ended up spraying poor Gob all over with it. She'd apologized profusely then and settled for beer. All she had to drink in Vault 101 was purified water and the occasional bottle of Nuka Cola during a special occasion. Whether it was a birthday or she'd scored well on an important test, her father always found a way to procure a couple of bottles for them to toast to the occasion. This, right here, was the real stuff you used in a toast. It took her some getting used to, but now she could stomach the stuff as it tingled passed her lips and warmed her from the inside.
   "Hey, there, pretty girl." Another familiar voice said behind her and to the side. Goddamn it. Judith realized that Jericho was no longer in his seat. She looked over her right shoulder to see him standing there behind her and Nathan. That twisted attempt at a seductive grin on his dirty, rugged face. Judith was fine with rugged. Jericho just took it too far and she often wondered how frequently he took a bath.
   "Hello, Jericho." Judith said flatly, turning back to her drink and taking another sip. To her dismay, Jericho circled around and took the empty seat on the other side of her, sitting sideways with his elbow resting on the bartop so he could face her.
   "Say, why don't you let me get that for ya?" Jericho offered. One that she knew was coming. "You look like you've had a rough day. Let ol'Jericho take care of ya. I can get ya somethin' to eat and you can tell me all about what's troublin' ya."
   "Thanks." Judith said, uninterested. "But, I've already eaten." She added, in a matter of fact.
   "Oh." Jericho said in a tone that said his gameplan had been thrown off a little. Judith knew he wasn't about to give up, though. "Well, then." He continued and Judith felt his rough, grimy finger brush across her forearm. "Maybe I can help you relax another way...." Judith moved her arm closer to herself, away from Jericho's hand.
   "Don't touch me." She said, trying to sound as firm and serious as possible.
   "Aw, now, don't be like that." Jericho said with a grin. "You don't know what you're missing."
   "Trust me, I don't care to." Judith sipped her whiskey again. She could see Jericho's posture tense up out of her peripheral vision.
   "Say, why ya always gotta be such a fuckin' tease, huh?" The former raider snapped at her, drawing the girl's attention with a look of disbelief.
   "A tease?" Judith glared at him. "No, Jericho. You just don't know how to take no for an answer. I'm not just some little sleaze that's gonna lie on her back for every man that flashes a smile her way.
   "Hey, now. What's that supposed to mean?" A soft, femanine voice chimed in from the other side of her. Judith turned her head to see that Nathan had evidently left and that Nova had come to claim the seat he once occupied. Despite her inquiry, the red headed woman had a playful smile on her lips. One that Judith returned, more naturally.
   "You make a living off of it, Nova." Judith said softly. "There's a difference." Nova's smile widened and a soft laugh escaped her lips.
   "Oh, I'm just teasin'." The older woman remarked, giving a playful pat to Judith's shoulder before leaning to the side to look at Jericho on the otherside of the girl that some had taken to calling the Lone Wanderer. "Listen, Jericho. The girl's, obviously, not interested. Why don't you cut her a break?"
   "But--" Jericho only got one more word out, there, before Gob dared to step in.
   "Take a hint, pal." Gob said in his firm, rarely heard, tough guy tone. "The lady's not interested. Go finish your drink and sleep it off."
   "Hey, watch ya mouth around me, freako, before I slap ya rotten fuckin' jaw off!" Jericho snapped back at Gob before giving a final look back to Judith and Nova. After a moment, it appeared as if he had taken the hint and he stood up out of his seat. "Shoulda known this was a waste of my time." He grumbled before moping back to his original spot at the bar, defeat written all over him. He chugged down the rest of his beer and made for the exit.
   "Hey! Ya gonna pay for that last one?!" Gob called.
   "Put on my fuckin' tab." Jericho grumbled. "Not like I don't come in here every day." He added before storming out of the saloon. Judith felt a weight lifted off of her shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief.
   "Thank God, finally...." Judith said, voicing that relief and sipped more of her whiskey. She wasn't new to the stuff, but it still didn't take much for her to begin to feel that pleasant buzz begin to course through her as she'd already downed three fourths of the glass. One...or two, as Moriarty claimed it to be, would probably be enough for the night. Beside her, Nova chuckled with amusement.
   "Oh, you know Jericho's harmless." She mused.
   "Yeah, but damned if he isn't annoying!" Judith responded without missing a beat. "He's worse than this kid that thought he was hot shit with all the girls back in the vault"
   "There's assholes like that, all over." Nova said with a roll of her eyes. "So, how ya been, hon? Haven't seen ya around here in awhile. Welcome home."
   Home. She wasn't so sure about that. Not anymore. Judith sipped down the last of her drink and turned to the side to face Nova more directly. If she were being completely honest with herself, she had been hoping to see the woman here. Then again, Nova was always here, given it was where she lived and worked. Still, there had been the chance that she was already with a customer. Judith was glad that wasn't the case. The whiskey in her system tended to give her a small boost in courage that she usually lacked and she found her eyes wandering all over the woman's body. Nova was older than her, by a few years. In her twenties, to be exact. She had that womanly figure that Judith had only just started to get as she reached the end of her teen years. The holes in her black leggings gave the patrons of the saloon a little peek at what lied underneath, as did the low buttoning of her blouse. Only those who paid got to experience the total package, however. Judith had done so on a couple of occasions. The first time, she'd ended up drinking so much that she had forgotten her nervousness and adversity to the idea. It had been the same day she stopped back in Megaton after her father died and began preparing to meet back up with the Brotherhood of Steel and take the fight to the Enclave. Grief and mourning flooded her system and she sought to flush it all out with the stuff that her father, funny enough, had expressed disappointment when she told him of the first time she had tried it. One thing lead to another and before she knew it, her and Nova were tangled in the sheets of one of the upstairs rooms. It wasn't her first time, by far. Not with another girl, at least. Judith could only imagine the looks on the faces of her father and Overseer Almodovar if they knew just how intimate of a "friendship" their daughters had with each other. She'd never been with a boy, though. That was a first she had still yet to experience, but she certainly wasn't going to let a creep like Jericho be "the one." She had no adversity to boys. She certainly wasn't a lesbian. She just hadn't found herself in the company of a boy or man that she had been ready to sleep with. Her couple of times with Nova, had broadened her thoughts on the matter, though. Billy Creel was definitely a handsome fellow that she probably wouldn't have minded laying with. It seemed like the opportunity never arose, though. Shame, but she wasn't going to go all Jericho and try to play hardball, just to get Billy into bed with her. Butch was a cutie, back in Vault 101, but he was always such a damned jerk. That and he always seemed more interested in Amata than anyone else.
   Nonetheless, there Judith sat, taking in the attractive figure of Megaton's resident prostitute. A slender physique with ample assets where it mattered on a woman. She had almost forgotten about that little itch from earlier until Nova was sitting there with her. Now, thanks in part to the whiskey, it was coming back.
   "Ya see somethin' ya like, hon?" Nova's words jarred Judith from her thoughts and she realized that her wandering eyes had come to settle on Nova's chest before looking back up to meet the smiling woman's gaze.
   "Huh?!" Judith said, in slight alarm. "Sorry...I was just lost in thought." She said, clearing her throat, reaching for her glass that she forgot was empty. "Ahem. Gob? Gimme one more." She said, setting ten caps down on the counter top and turning her attention back to Nova. "I wasn't gone that long. A couple of weeks."
   Nova chuckled softly. "That's long enough, for some." She said, propping her elbow up on the counter and tilting her head to rest it against her fist. This left more of her neck exposed which Judith's eyes found their way to. She knew, by now, it was one of Nova's erogenous spots.
   "Is that so?" Judith replied, trying to maintain her calm demeanor. She picked up her glass after Gob refilled it halfway and took a long sip, draining it right there completely.
   "Mhmm." Nova cooed sensually. "You've become pretty popular around here," She said as her own eyes seemed to begin wandering. Judith could almost feel where they were looking on her own body as Nova's gaze swept down and up, slowly. "Always so helpful to everyone. Such a sweetheart, too."
   Judith swallowed gently, trying not to make it obvious. "You know me." She said, setting a hand calmly on top of her glass, indicating to Gob that she was done for the night. "I just like to lend a helping hand to those who need it. It's how my dad raised me."
   Nova's sultry smile faded some into one that said more that she knew how much Judith missed her father and that the older woman felt pity for her. "I bet he'd be very proud of you, for everything you've done." Nova said, reaching out to give Judith's hand a squeeze. Her touch sent a pleasant warmth up her arm and through the rest of her body.
   Judith made a slight face. Not everything, definitely. Most, maybe. "I don't know." She said. "I've done a few questionable things that he might not approve of."
   "Oh?" Nova raised an eyebrow and that playful smirk returned. "Like what, exactly?" She asked with a playful curiosity.
   Judith hesitated to answer. Where did she begin? Ever since leaving Vault 101 in search of her father, she'd come far from being the sweet, innocent little girl that her father had raised. She'd killed...she didn't even know how many people. She'd taken up drinking. Not habitually. She was no alcoholic, but she knew she indulged more than her father would have approved of. She hadn't dipped into trying chems, at all. That was one thing she didn't even have a curiosity to try. She'd seen raiders on Jet and Psycho and didn't want any part of that, mess. Her father could be proud of her, there. But there was still other things. Like now, for instance. With a glass and a half of whiskey coursing through her system, she knew it wasn't going to be long before she ended up coughing over a hundred and twenty caps.
   "Hmm...." Judith sighed. "Where to begin?" She answered after a moment, meeting Nova's suggestive gaze with one of her own.
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   Judith never finished answering Nova's inquiry. Instead, she decided she was willing to wait no longer and promptly fished out the necessary fee and had Gob bring it to Colin. After that, it was a matter of Nova taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs to the woman's own personal room in the saloon. Not the usual room that Nova's customers enjoyed her company in.
   Judith and Nova hit the bed in the middle of a feverish kiss, their tongues intertwined together as their hands anxiously pulled and tugged at buttons, zippers and tucked garments in a mutually impatient effort to disrobe the other as quickly as possible. Afterwards, Judith found the release she so desperately needed. The fulfillment of the release left both women drenched in sweat, both their own and each other's as Judith laid on her back with Nova nestled up against her with an arm draped over her bare breasts. Judith's chest rose and fell in slow, controlled breathes as she continued to pant, moments after both women had reached their final climax. As she turned to look upon her temporary lover for the evening, her attempt at opening her mouth to speak was cut off with another kiss from Nova. The older woman's hand gave a light squeeze of one of Judith's breasts for the length of the kiss before slowly tracing down her the damp skin of her stomach.
   "Feel any better, hon?" Nova cooed seductively as her hand traveled lower.
   "I do, actually...." Judith said with an exhausted smirk. "Thanks...." She had to admit, she was going to miss this. She didn't know how readable her expression was, but Nova definitely seemed to pick up on something going on with her.
   "Something on your mind, baby?" Nova asked; her fingers finding their way along Judith's pelvis and over the top of her upper thigh.
   Judith gave a half shake of her head. "Not really. Just thinking...."
   "Oh? About what?" Nova remarked as her fingers continued to caress Judith's thigh beneath the sheet.
   How did she break it to her? That the next time she ventured out of that front gate that she may not return? Part of Judith didn't even know why she was stressing over it. With, Nova, at least. Sure, she was a kind person once you got to know her. She might have considered her a friend, even, as odd as that sounded, given the circumstances. You didn't exactly pay your friends for a night of steamy sex in a saloon bedroom. But it wasn't like they were lovers, or anything. They talked together, they drank together and, when Judith had the extra caps to fork over to Moriarty, they fucked. Still, Judith felt a small pain of guilt in her stomach at the idea of just packing up and leaving this place and everyone behind. It was what she felt was best, though. She began to think maybe it would have been better to not say a word but she'd already left the door open and Nova had walked right in.
   "I'll be leaving soon...." Judith said slowly, looking up at Nova, who had propped herself up on her other elbow to put herself somewhat above the younger woman.
   "So soon?" Nova said with a teasing smile as Judith began to feel her hand move up the inside of her leg. "You've barely just gotten back, kiddo. Already got another adventure planned?" She grinned. Judith nodded slowly.
   "But...this time...it'll be for good." She said, waiting to see how Nova was going to react. To her surprise, there was no look of heavy heartbreak. A pout, yes. But it seemed to be one of more disappointment than anything else.
   "The best ones never end up sticking around for long." Nova said in a way that Judith figured was moreso to herself than anything. "Well, then...." Nova met Judith's gaze again and smiled again. "...I guess I'd better make sure I give you something to remember your sweet Nova by." There was that sultry tone again. Judith let a soft chuckle escape her lips.
   "Trust me." She began. "I don't think I'll be forgetting you a--" Judith stopped short as she felt Nova's fingers down below find their way as high as they would go up her leg and slowly found their way back inside of her again. In an instant, she felt that desire coming back to her as Nova's fingers began to caress gently inside of her, "...anytime soon...." She was finally able to get out.
   "Oh, I know hon. Not after tonight, you won't...." Nova cooed seductively as she lowered her head closer and her mouth found Judith's again. Judith let her eyes drift shut, shifting one leg under the sheets as Nova introduced a third finger while their tongues reunited with one another. For several more minutes, Judith forgot about the troubles on her mind and surrendered her body to Megaton's favorite girl. Welcome home, indeed, she thought to herself. At least for the night....
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