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atomicwrangler2016-11-03 06:15 pm
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Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I
Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!
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给我一个吻/Give Me A Kiss (f!Vault Dweller/f!Pat) 1/1
(Anonymous) 2016-11-05 06:00 am (UTC)(link)Relationship: F/F
Rating: M
Summary: Natalia and Pat are happily married in their fifties, busy being moms and running a tribe, and still in love after all these years.
Notes: I actually posted this on my own tumblr but I think it really fits with what you want so I'll repost it here. If that's not okay mod, feel free to delete.
Pat’s hand over hers is warm, and the lullaby her wife is singing to Morlis to lull their child to sleep makes her nostalgic. Pat was one of the first people to come to Arroyo that wasn’t from Vault 13, and with her she brought skills and knowledge even the scientists Natalia knew from Vault 13 could not match. Natalia only knows that Pat comes from up north where a steel emperor rules with his dragons. She knows it’s a metaphor, probably. At least she hopes. Deathclaws kind of look like dragons and power armor is made from steel.
Natalia hasn’t seen a deathclaw in decades, not that she wants to. She hasn’t been back to the Boneyard, the Hub, Shady Sands, or Junktown. She’s been too busy building Arroyo, and love has a side effect of grounding a person. So she’s stayed with Pat who’s helped her build Arroyo, and for that, she’s eternally grateful. She doesn’t say that out loud, though. Unless she drinks too much, then she’ll mutter it in Pat’s ear and kiss her neck.
Morlis is asleep on Pat’s lap and their eldest child is still off adventuring. Natalia thinks her eldest daughter is so much like Pat, responsible and willing to take risks. Pat says she’s like Natalia, willing to lead and not let fear consume her. She thinks Morlis is too much like her when she was a young child, wanting to escape from the vault just for the sake of escaping and being free. Yet back then, she only had an idealized concept of freedom.
“She’ll be back soon.” Pat reassures her, stroking Morlis’ head that’s in her lap.
“I’m not worried.” Pat laughs at her response, and even after all these years, Natalia still keeps a few walls up. Yet with Pat, they come down a lot easier than with anyone else.
“I am. Just a little. She wants to prove herself to you; she looks up to you so highly and doesn’t want to let you down.” Natalia knows this is true, but even after well over a decade of being a mother, she hasn’t mastered parenting 101; Pat is far better than her, taking on the role so naturally.
“She’s been listening to the others tell the exaggerated story of how Arroyo came to be, their fantasy version of me.” She laughs bitterly, looking down at the ground rather than at Pat. “Maybe it’s for the best. It’ll make her a better woman and leader than me.” The words are heavy and critical of herself, but she sounds like she’s listing off ingredients for a healing powder.
“I think she sees the real you, the one you can’t see because past memories impair your vision now that you’ve aged, like cataracts.” Why is Pat always right? Or well, most of the time right. She doesn’t want to admit it, it’s the immature part of her. Yet this is why she loves Pat, why she agreed to marry her in the first place and build Arroyo together with her.
“Stop being right all the time.” Natalia groans and Pat laughs at her because she’s most likely pouting as she speaks.
“I’ll tuck Morlis into bed.” Pat grabs onto their youngest daughter, a sleepy grumble of gibberish, keeping a hold of her as she stands up. Morlis rests her head on Past’s left shoulder. “I’ll be back out and we’ll wait until Miss Next Arroyo Elder comes back home.” Natalia just nods, still sitting on the porch of their house.
The sun is almost done setting, and maybe she’ll finally admit she is getting a bit nervous. Many things could happen to a teenage girl in the Wasteland, and she’s younger than when Natalia left Vault 13.
It’s so strange how she’s now a tribe’s elder and has a family now. She never saw herself fully settling down, but there was a time she thought her and Katja would have a longer run at a relationship. Maybe if it weren’t for being shut out of Vault 13 like she was, she’d be with Katja somewhere anywhere else but the Boneyard. Maybe she’d be living in Vault 13 with her, and they’d stick out like sore thumbs because they’ve been changed, tainted, by the outside Wasteland.
Pat returns as Natalia stops staring off into the distance. She’s not exactly staring in order to see her daughter off in the distance, but more like staring because it’s a good focus point as her mind keeps jumping all over the place.
Her wife sits next to her, closer this time than before. Pat kisses her, but it’s not unexpected. She holds her close, her arms wrapping around Natalia like a secure hug. She knows this is Pat reassuring her, telling her she knows something is swirling and agitated in that mind of hers.
Natalia feels young again, in her twenties instead of her fifties, when she kisses Pat. She’s heard love causes chemicals in the brain to react a certain way so it must be that. She keeps kissing Pat as she goes to straddle her waist, but the kiss ends when she realizes she’s not as flexible as she used to be. Pats hands fall to her waist, no longer holding her tightly.
She pulls her top off and lets it fall to the side. Pat stares at her breasts for only a short time, mumbling what Natalia knows as ‘beautiful’ in Mandarin before she kisses Natalia’s sternum. Pat begins to massage her left breast and move her kisses down towards the other. Pat’s other hand slips down her pants and underwear, the tips of her fingers brushing against her. Natalia is impatient, wanting to feel Pat’s fingers inside her instead of brushing against; she is not patient, and she groans to tell Pat to hurry up. It’s only then she realizes her eldest daughter would and should be coming back soon, and she knows a moment like this is becoming less frequent.
Pat seems to get the message, sliding a single finger inside Natalia to start off with. Pat goes back to kissing Natalia on the lips, a moan slipping through right before Natalia returns it. Pat’s hand on her breast because more focused and not as gentle. Still, it’s not rough, but Natalia doesn’t care for gentle love making as much as Pat does.
Another finger is put inside her and Pat’s thumb rubs her clit. The kiss between them is interrupted when that happens, but it doesn’t take long for them to pick up their previous rhythm. She feels her own breathing quicken, once in a while pressing against Pat’s chest. She feels lightheaded, and maybe this is what it’s like to fall in love all over again. It’s been over twenty-five years and Pat can do this to her.
She gasps, feeling Pat’s fingers move even quicker and more concentrated than before. Memories of the first time they had sex in under the night sky, how quiet it was but she didn’t feel alone. Natalia remembers Pat’s lovingly whispered words in her first language in her ear, and it took several weeks of an embarrassed Pat to finally tell her what she said; it was quite the confession, and ever since then, neither of them have looked back.
It’s a mixture of the physical sensations and the emotional connection she feels that makes her feel so lost within herself and Pat. Yet she doesn’t feel confused, but a good sort of lost. She knows it doesn’t make sense, but she doesn’t care. Pat understands.
Natalia shudders, wanting to hold onto her tightly, and so she does so. Her fist orgasm comes and she her breathing stops. She digs her nails into Pat’s back, maybe a bit too roughly. Pat on the other hand seems so stable, calm and focused.
As she tries to catch her breath, knowing she won’t sound coherent but doesn’t care, she makes a demand. “No more fingers.” She moves one of her hands down Pat’s body, feeling her much more clothed than she is. Pat removes her fingers, and the anticipation is building up. She watches wife lick the fingers that were previously inside her.
Yet something else happens instead.
“Not now.” Pat laughs and kisses her on the forehead. “It is almost night and she will be back by then for certain.”
“Fu-” She doesn’t finish her cursing as Pat gives her a peck.
“We’ll continue this later. I promise.” Natalia has never been the most patient, that’s Pat’s thing. Still, that was quite the buildup, and for it to end so suddenly, she wonders if she’s being teased. No, she knows she is. Pat’s taking her time, enjoying their time together. Natalia has always been focused on how many days are left, maybe because of the water chip.
How many more days will they have together? Who will pass first?
Natalia barely gets her top back on when she hears footsteps and heavy breathing. She turns around, seeing the silhouette of her eldest daughter with a thin strip of the sunset still remaing on the landscape.
“So that’s what took you so long.” Pat stands up and greets their daughter, grabbing onto the gecko pelts.
“There was a golden gecko, but I had to wait until the sun was starting to set so it would be slower than me.” Natalia gives a smirk and a nod of approval.
“You outsmarted it, good.” She walks towards her daughter, running a hand through her hair. She remembers Pat telling her how badly her daughter wanted her approval, compliments like these. “You learn and apply things well.” She sees her daughter blush and she, and that smirk from before turns into a smile.
“And these gecko pelts were skinned well. I can’t believe I only taught you how a few months ago.” Pat hangs the pelts on a rack in front of their house, not too far away from them. Natalia knows she’s watching the exchange between them. “The traders will pay a high price for them.”
“Go clean up. You may be my daughter, but gecko guts and blood aren’t things I like smelling.” It’s true, but her tone of voice shows the comment is out of care rather than being spiteful.
“Right. I’ll clean up in the pond before it gets too dark. I promise.” She’s so determined and focused like Pat, but a skilled fighter and tactician like her.
“Take your time. I mean it. No gecko guts or blood in your hair or under your nails.” This may sound like motherly advice, but she has multiple agendas.
Their eldest is off running away, quicker than a gecko chasing a giant ant. Natalia looks at Pat, crossing her arms over her chest.
“We have twenty minutes, and you better keep your promise.” Time may change some things for them, even her family, but the way she looks at Pat and loves her, that’s a constant.
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