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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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For Sentimental Reasons (Cait/Curie)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-13 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)Relationship: Fluff, F/F
Rating: G
Summary: Curie has a "nightmare" and Cait comforts her.
It happens so quickly, the front row of teeth of a deathclaw is so close to her face that she can smell its breath and theorize what possible bacteria is making it smell in such a way. She doesn't think she is going to die, but she knows a surge of adrenaline and several other chemicals in her brain are reacting to this situation.
If she breaks it down in a biological manner, she wonders if it will relieve the eventual anxiety and panic she will feel within ten to twenty seconds from this very moment. She'd close her eyes, but her requests are secondary to reflexes. Her lungs are taking in as much oxygen as they can, knowing something is coming.
But it doesn’t come, the deathclaw being punched away from her. She’s still on the floor, her body still on edge. She notices the person that punched the deathclaw is Cait, who looks quite angry at the deathclaw. Besides just the punching, the cursing and name calling Cait is shouting at the deathclaw is a giveaway. Curie laughs, and she doesn’t wonder why, letting it happen in the moment.
“You need to watch yourself more closely out there instead of getting lost in your head with all that sciency stuff.” Cait sits next to her, looking over her arm that was scratched by the deathclaw. “You just that pretty body of yours not so long ago, so try not to die on me.”
“I’m sorry, mademoiselle Cait.” She feels embarrassed and guilty for what happened, and being scolded by Cait makes her reflect that getting that close to a deathclaw nest wasn’t the best decision ever.
“Mad- no, don’t use that thing like you do with Nora.” Cait sounds almost too defensive to Curie when she says that.
“What thing?” Has she done something wrong? She’s still learning about Cait, who’s quite still very puzzling and confusing to her at times.
“Using that word.” Did she upset Cait? She doesn’t sound angry, she knows what an angry Cait sounds like, but possibly frustrated.
“Mademoiselle?” Curie blinks still confused at why Cait could possibly take offense to it.
“Yes. It’s too fancy and pretentious for the likes of me.” Curie can barely understand her as the words are mumbled.
“But you are a mademoiselle! You are beautiful, strong, and kind in your own way even if you don’t like admitting it.” Cait doesn’t look at Curie anymore, instead focusing on injury on Curie’s arm.
“This is going to sting, maybe, I don’t know how that synth body of yours is going to take this.” The smell is strong, a mixture of homemade antiseptic Curie made a few days ago. She knows it’s going to hurt so she tries to prepare herself. It does hurt, she expects nothing less. She tells herself at least it is killing the bacteria so it is worth it.
“You can curse if it hurts. I’m not gonna judge you for it. I do plenty of times me self.” The words make Curie smile even though she’s still wincing.
“It is fine ma-” she catchers herself. “Cait. I expected it to hurt, but even so, I was not fully prepared for it.”
“You’re never prepared for a deathclaw gash.” Now Cait smirks, a subtle laugh.
“You are very correct about that. While I do want to explore and understand many things, I rather not be the test subject in these scenarios. Next time it would be as efficient to observe a wound on another person rather than experience it firsthand.” She can already see herself helping one of their companions, probably Strong, with such a wound.
“Can’t say hoping someone else gets hurt is a good idea, but as long as it isn’t you. I don’t you getting hurt even if that means bandaging you up getting to know you better.” Curie is starting to really enjoy these conversations with Cait, especially now that she has a synth body, the element of body language is no longer one sided.
The conversation pretty much ends after that, Cait wrapping up the wound just tight enough. Curie compliments her, thanking her for doing this for her. After that, they return to Sanctuary to meet up with everyone for some dinner and late night ‘social interaction’ as Curie likes to call it.
When most of the lights are dim in Sanctuary and most people are heading to bed, there’s still a few people awake. Preston is awake because he keeps watch until everyone goes to sleep. Deacon is probably pretending to either be asleep or awake, so Curie is never too sure. Hancock and Cait are usually the last to go to sleep.
While she knows the purposes of sleeping biologically for humans, she finds the process still intriguing. She goes to sleep herself, but she knows it’s not the same as a human. She dreams, and while it’s not the same as a human, the process is similar in a way; brain activity just doesn’t shut down when a synth body is in sleep mode.
Once she brought up the topic to Nora, but she just mentioned something about robots dreaming about electric sheep. On reflection, the statement is probably a joke she missed at the time.
The last thing she remembers is falling asleep, thinking of that one joke. The next thing she knows, her chest feels tight and her eyes shoot open.
“You’re fine. There’s no one here. I checked the place out top to bottom.” It’s dark, but she recognizes who it is just enough. “Your scream probably woke up half of Sanctuary, but they’ll get over it.” Cait is sitting on her bed right next to her.
She sits up, Cait rubbing her right shoulder blade. “I screamed?”
“Yeah, is that strange?” It’s moment like these that actually make her feel like she fits in as she learns things with a different perspective and body.
“Well, I was in sleep mode.” She ponders this hypothesis, already trying to connect the dots.
“You saying you were dreaming?” Dreaming, that word comes up again, and Curie can’t say she does dream, but something does happen while she’s in sleep mode.
“Possibly. I should be able to retrieve what I dreamed about.” After all, if she accessed it once she should now be able to do it again.
“Didn’t know you could dream because, you know, synth stuff.” She’s not surprised to hear that, synths being quite mysterious as a whole to Cait and most people of the Commonwealth. It’s not like there are other synths like her that they see regularly (that she knows of).
“While the process is not exactly the same, while I am in sleep mode, sometimes I process and access different parts of my memory and cerebral functions I normally do not exercise. This body still has lingering fragmented memories associated with it, ones that time to time manifest themselves during sleep mode.” Cait just looks at her so she pauses to find a better way to explain it. “I suppose the equivalent would be remembering something in one’s sleep when usually one can’t normally. A sense of déjà vu.”
“You could have just said that.” Cait rolls her eyes, but Curie picks up the sarcasm in her voice.
“I did, just more literally.” She doesn’t intend it to be a joke, but Cait gives her a light jab on the shoulder.
“Smartass.” Whatever transpired that made her scream, it is long gone. Now they’re both smiling, sitting close to each other with only the moonlight and some dim lights from outside illuminating the area. “Don’t pick up too much of that from Nora.”
The silence grows after that, but it’s not too long. Curie feels and seems a lot more comfortable than Cait whose eyes are darting to the corners of the room and the ceiling.
“Now that the mystery’s solved, I’ll get going. I only need a few hours of sleep to keep me going.” Cait shifts, starting to get up, but instead of Curie saying anything, she grabs Cait’s arm.
The words ‘don’t go’ are said in her mind, but she doesn’t verbalize it. Yet her expression must give it away as Cait stays put.
“Scared the bad dreams are going to come again?” Cait’s tone is not of humor, but of concern.
She’s heard fragments of conversations between her and Nora, but feels she has not obtained the privilege to hear more even if she is curious and wants to know more. Yet why does she want to know more? Compassion? Empathy? Companionship?
“Fine. I’ll stay the night, but if you go kicking in the bed and hogging the sheets, I’m leaving.” Curie makes room for her in the bed, Cait squirming next to her to get comfortable. “Can’t promise you won’t have another dream, but I’ll be there if you.”
“Thank you, Cait.” She smiles as she closes her eyes, letting herself go into sleep mode.
She might be wrong, but Curie swears she feels Cait press her lips against her forehead, but she doesn’t open her eyes or wake herself up; she just lives in the moment.
Re: For Sentimental Reasons (Cait/Curie)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-14 10:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: For Sentimental Reasons (Cait/Curie)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-14 10:42 am (UTC)(link)This is so sweet, thank you for writing it!
Re: For Sentimental Reasons (Cait/Curie)
(Anonymous) 2016-11-18 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: For Sentimental Reasons (Cait/Curie)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-05 04:22 am (UTC)(link)