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thicc-ray-of-sunshine · 4 years ago

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The long awaited 2017 fic I wrote about Nick is here!

I'm posting it in three parts and I didn't edit it like I said I would because I'm a heathen

Enjoy

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"Picturesque"

The only noise in the room was the consistent clacking of the old, rusted keys of the typewriter and the dull whir of machinery.

The calmness of the room was soothing, greatly contrasting to the mood of the man who quietly typed up reports for his recent cases only for them to go back into the filing cabinet and collect dust. Not often did he have the whole office to himself, this was a rare occasion, he had given Ellie the day off to spend to her leisure and his partner had left earlier that morning on business concerning the Minutemen.

The now cold, empty coffee cup on his desk standing as a reminder that she was gone. The agency seemed very empty without the two of them, more so with (Y/N). She may have been a recent addition compared to Ellie, who had worked for him since she moved to Diamond City, but the love he held for her was different.

It was no secret that the two of them were lovers, yet still not common knowledge since they weren't ones for pda; well at least he wasn't. But the way they looked at one another was unmistakable, absolutely smitten.

Yet today Nick found himself alone. It didn't bother him much since she had only left that morning and she was sure to be back later that night. This of course didn't stop him from worrying.

He looked at the clock on the wall across from him, only 2 o'clock, he was talking with a client now. It was a follow up on a case he did recently, nothing too serious; merely a missing family heirloom which had been easy enough to retrieve. As per habit, he usually smoked when speaking with a client, always making sure to offer one of course; as he was a gentleman.

Reaching down, he pulled at the desk drawer in an attempt to retrieve the pack of cigarettes and his flip lighter only to find something strange; a piece of paper. He peered down into the drawer only to gasp. He was sure that the now erratic whir of machinery was him short circuiting. Down, in his desk was a rather raunchy photograph of his lover wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts, his hat and his tie. He took in a harsh breath. The shirt was only buttoned up to where the valley of her breasts began, his tie was hung loosely around her neck and his hat was tipped back on the top of her head. Not to mention the rather provocative pose she was pulling.

He was sure that there was no way he could have hid the shock on his face, his client would probably be able to discern his distress. His suspicions were confirmed when his client raised their eyebrows in question at him, unaware of the very compromising position he now found himself in.

He didn't want to seem rude but the client had to go. Nick gathered as much information as he needed to get a feel for the position of the case; which was now closed, and ushered them out the door. Leaving himself alone in his office again.

Finally, he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, taking the edge off of his nerves. He slowly paced back around to the other side of his desk, sitting in his chair and went back for the photograph. Leaning back in his chair, resting his legs over his desk; he studied the picture. Taking a long drag of his cigarette and tapping the butt on the edge of his ashtray, he let his mind wander.

She really never ceased to amaze him. Every time he looked at her it was like seeing her for the first time, and it was beautiful; she was. Just as she was in the picture. Alluring, enticing, seductive and overall enchanting. He couldn't get enough of it, the way (Y/N) looked at him from underneath the brim of his own hat sent shivers up his synthetic spine. As lovely as the picture was and how much he really did enjoy it, she had known he had a client today and hid it in a place where he was bound to find it. This was deliberate and he had some investigating to do.

It was 7 o'clock now, he had found several other photographs scattered and hidden away all over his office. Some were more scandalous than others; such as the first one he had encountered.

He found himself, restless and frustrated with the events of today, deciding on taking a walk around Diamond City too cool off.

Only for him to pull his lighter out of his pocket and a new photograph fall out of it and onto the ground of a rather crowded Diamond City Market. He quickly scrambled to pick it up, yellow irises going wide with sudden panic that someone would see it. Thankfully it was only him who had the pleasure of seeing the photograph.

Stuffing the photograph and the lighter back into his pockets, he stormed back to his office. He could feel the coolant pumping through his mechanical body as he slowly pulled the photograph out of his pocket.

This was it. He couldn't take this slow agonizing torture. He could have sworn he heard his jaw hit the floor.

The photograph. Her legs were tangled up in the sheets of the bed that she slept in upstairs, kneeling, one hand on the bedframe, the other holding an her index finger to her lips. Once again, she donned his hat, tilted back ever so slightly and wore only his tie which was the only thing covering any of her. Said tie was placed tastefully atop her breasts so that her nipples were hidden from view. He slowly sat back in his chair, exasperated and at a loss. He needed her here. Now.

As if on cue, the door opened and (Y/N) walked in, a smile on her face. His glowing eyes followed her silently as she hung up her jacket, and put down her bags next to the door.

Finally after slipping out of her shoes (Y/N) walked over to him and hugged him, of course Nick reciprocated her embrace. Holding her close as she sighed contentedly.

"I missed you."

(Y/N) said sweetly. Tilting her head up to look at him and leaning into his chest.

"Mmh I missed you too." He responded as his kerosene gaze bore into that of the woman before him.

(Y/N) blushed under the intensity of his glare, full knowing what was eating him.

"So Nicky, how was your day darling?"

She inquired, batting her eyelashes innocently at him, her hand holding his own metal one.

"Doll, I think you know exactly how my day went." He remarked accusingly, stepping around her and shuffling over to his desk.

"Oh I'm not sure what you mean by that dear."

(Y/N's) head shook lightly, denying his playful accusation.

Nick made a noise that sounded like a frustrated grunt as he opened his desk drawers to retrieve the spoils of her carefully planned little scavenger hunt. Setting them out on the desk, he looked at her again; their eyes locking.

"Are you so sure about that sweetheart? It looks like you sure knew what I was talking about when you took all of these pictures."

He said sternly as he fought to keep his composure, the smirk that was slowly crawling to his face, betraying his authoritative tone.

(Y/N) batted her long lashes once more before sitting on the edge of his desk and placing her hand atop his, (Y/E/C) eyes never leaving his.

"I don't know what you're going on about Valentine. You're the detective after all and it sounds like it's time to do some investigating."

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