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Cait - She really thought this gig would be easy; go to that building which was once, according to Sole, a very expensive restaurant, get back some ruddy old book from a group of raiders and proceed to return it to this loner ghoul guy, which was now living in Sanctuary. She wasn’t expecting those raiders to be as crazy as a bag of molerats, nor she expected there would be so many of them. They did get the book, but by time they were exiting, hell broke loose. A bloody chase started and Cait felt like a rabbit being persecuted by a pack of dogs.

Sole made a sharp turn and Cait copied it only to have her wrist grabbed and was dragged into what looked a tube. It was a tight fit, but Cait didn’t have time to shift into a more comfortable position as there was a strange noise and a door closed. Cait was enveloped in absolute darkness. From all the running, her skin was on fire and she was breathing heavily. Not to mention she was squeezed so close to Sole, shfel- uld feel their breath on her cheek. The small space got even hotter for her and she didn’t dare to say anything. After a few minutes, Sole spoke: “I think we’re clear.” She could feel the vibrations of their voice and it made her shiver a bit. The door was open and she got out, her knees a bit weak. The cool air of Commonwealth hit her pleasantly as she looked around. Indeed, there were only the two of them, nobody else in sight. “Damn chem-heads,” she swore, and set off to Sanctuary, Sole following close behind.

Curie - Curie felt intrigued by radstorms, lightnings cutting through the dark green sky and deep thunder that seemed to move the whole ground. However, after being transformed into a body which wasn’t resistant to radiation, the storms have lost a bit of their magic for Curie. “Um, do you think we could stop for a while, I am not feeling very good.” Sole looked around. They were literally in the middle of nowhere. Looking through the scope of their sniper rifle, they finally saw something. A Pulowski shelter. It wasn’t the optimal solution, but it would do. After all, these things were meant to last. Without a word, they took Curie’s hand and put her arm over their shoulders. Their own arm supported her waist and they swiftly set off for the shelter.

Curie felt her face heat up a bit, but said nothing. Sole opened the door and Curie staggered in. She turned a bit and was meet with Sole’s face, inches from her own. She flushed further and Sole closed the shelter door and put the two of them into darkness, which was Curie grateful for. Darkness calmed her down, for some reason, as did small spaces. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she’d spent most her life in the Vault. She unconsciously leaned into the body before her, Sole was so warm, their presence so reassuring. Curie flinched a bit, when she felt their hand on her shoulder, drawing small circles there. She felt herself go red again, but didn’t say anything, enjoying the closeness.

Danse - He didn’t like the idea of going into such enclosed space one bit. Sure, they were being chase by gunners and the only reason said gunners weren’t dead by now was the fact Danse wasn’t wearing his power armour. He didn’t agree to Sole’s opinion, that this job would be easier without it, but he had to admit that being sneaky in a gigantic metal suit might not be an easy task. He swore under his breath as he reluctantly took Sole’s hand and hoisted himself up into the metal coffin.

They barely fit there together, his chest was squeezed tight against Sole’s back and Danse could feel their heart beating alongside his own in rapid speed. He exhaled deeply, his hot breath warming Sole’s neck. In the darkness, he could feel his hand being squeezed by a bit smaller one: “Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here in a bit,” said Sole, in a calm voice. Danse hoped so, he has never been so close to Sole before and now he could feel their every movement, even before they did it. The sounds from outside died and he noticed Sole holding their breath, to hear better. A button was pushed and the door opened, giving them crush radioactive air. They must have looked comical, trying to push themselves out of the small shelter, but Danse didn’t really care; he was a bit flustered about the whole situation and was glad to have some space to think about it.

Deacon - “You can’t be serious,” was the first thing he said after Sole moved their head towards the Pulowski shelter. Sole looked at him with a bored expression: “Do you have any better ideas, wise guy?” Deacon let out a sigh and went to open the tube shaped structure. He got in and Sole climbed after him. The radiation from the storm was moving the arrow on their Pip-Boy Geiger counter seriously high and he could see they were getting paler by the minute.

“Not exactly what I imagined under ‘Seven minutes in Heaven’,” said Deacon after the for closed and he could no longer see their face, which was metre inches from his own. Sole chuckled and he felt the vibrations in their chest as they did. With some difficulty, he put his hands on their face. “Deacon, what-uh, what exactly are you doing?” Sole said in a confused, yet entertained voice. Deacon hushed them and spoke: “I’m seeing if I would be able to recognise you, if I went blind.” He could almost see their eyes rolling and let out a laugh as he traced his fingers over their cheeks, forehead, eyes (Sole ‘ouched’ when he accidentally poked their eye with his fingernail), then nose, chin and finally their lips. Then he pinched their cheeks and they giggled.

The last thunder rolled around and after that the rain stopped, as well as the storm itself. They left the shelter, but instead of carrying on to their original destination, Deacon pulled them close to him again, staring at them. Sole was just about to ask what is it now, but Deacon spoke first: “Aah, I knew I felt a scar there!” He pointed to a tiny, barely visible scar under their chin. Now he actually could see Sole rolling their eyes and he grinned. Walking away, he made them tell him when and where did they get said scar.

Hancock He couldn’t deny it was very intimate, stuck in such a tight space with such a gorgeous person Sole was. Sure, they were super mutants searching for them, shooting at random objects, as if that ruined tree could be a puny human and a ghoul, but their radiation fried brains couldn’t imagine that said people might be in the only thing around that could contain them. Sole had their back to him and he could feel them shivering a bit under the effects of adrenaline pumping through their veins. He didn’t think it was appropriate what he was about to do, but then again, he never was appropriate. Hancock’s hands found their waist and he started massaging it. They tensed a bit before relaxing into his touch.

He continued stroking their waist, before going to their hips, gently swaying them. He felt rather daring, he wasn’t met by any resistance from them and he swore he even felt them leaning to him, so he used the situation and let his ruined lips touch their bare neck. They let out a small gasp, but didn’t pull away. Hancock continued to plant butterfly kisses on the soft skin, enjoying the darkness and silence. Silence? He pulled away just a little, so his mouth was still ghosting over the slightly damp skin, “The muties are gone,” he said softly. Sole shivered under the words spoken right next to their artery. “Yeah. Have been for a while,” they said. Hancock grinned against their neck. As they made no effort to let them out of the shelter, he took it as an invitation to shower them with affection for a little longer.

MacCready - “Oh crap…” said the lanky sniper quietly as he swiftly grabbed Sole’s wrist and pulled them back. They turned at him and mouthed 'What’s up’ and MacCready answered in a whisper: “That’s David Fergusson,” he pointed to this tall, muscular raider standing on a balcony of a nearby building. He suddenly turned their way and MacCready scurried to get them out of sight, unconsciously getting them both into a conveniently placed Pulowski shelter. He closed the door behind them and continued, “We used to run together for a while. But he got too… extreme, so I stole his cap stash and bailed. And well, he probably wouldn’t be too happy about me popping up to say hi.” Only now he noticed how close they were and instantly went tense.

As time went by, he started seeing this person who was slowly becoming 'the legend of the Commonwealth’ in a different light, in a more-than-a-friend kind of way. He had to suppress a chuckle as he remembered he had a thing for legends. He remembered that mungo, who once came into Little Lamplight, seeking an entrance to a vault there. They did become a legend. His name being said had kicked him out of his thoughts. Once again, he was reminded of their situation and of how close they both were, their noses almost touching. “Yeah?” he managed to say. “Not that I didn’t enjoy you being this close to me, but this thing is broken, we’re running out of oxygen.” Only now did he notice the fact it has become a bit hard to breath. He pushed the button to release the door and almost fell out of the tube. Luckily, they grabbed his wrist to support him. Very quietly they crept away from the building. Old affairs can wait a bit longer, MacCready thought.

Nick Valentine - He damned his fans for whirling so loud as his chest was pressed tight against their own. But what can you do, when you have 50 feral ghouls and 15 bullets? He and Sole hid in one of those pre-war personal shelters. They were built to accommodate only one person, true, but they somehow managed to squeeze in. He wasn’t too concerned about the ghouls, the pack of them seemed to be moving with purpose. That seemed strange to him, considering the radiation melted brains the ghouls had, but it was better not to mention it. What did concern him though, was how much he enjoyed having them this close. If he had a normal human heart, it would be thumping in a crazy speed right now.

He tried to joke a bit: “This would be rather romantic, be it a different situation, huh?” He felt Sole’s chuckle before it left their lips. “Why a different situation?” was all they said before he felt their perfect lips on his own rugged ones. On instinct, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the left. He felt as if he was overheating, just from the kiss. Their hand went to his throat and then his cheek. As light headed as he was, Nick pushed them into the wall behind them, deepening the kiss. Unfortunately, Sole needed oxygen, so they pulled away after what felt like an eternity. Nick could actually feel their heart hammering like crazy against his own chest. Few more kisses were shared before the only thing they heard was silence. The door was opened and Sole got out. They turned to face him and Nick could see their cheeks bearing a crimson hue to them. They smiled and extended a hand his way, hand which he happily took.

Piper - “This is, uh, awkward,” she said, red from head to toe. They were so close she could feel their breath warming up her already hot cheeks. Her mind was screaming at her to just stop talking, 'cause it felt like she was embarrassing herself even further. She couldn’t help it, though. For someone who woke up after being frozen for 200 years, only to find themselves without their spouse and child, they were dealing with the wasteland like a boss. They were like a superhero for Piper. Despite their own troubles, they still went and helped out everyone who needed help, without a word. Which was kind of the reason they got stuck in this thing, really.

Bloodbugs, bloatflies and giant ants… Real lovely. Sole hoped that things would calm down a bit, if they his for a while. Sure, Piper did hear the various buzzes growing fainter and fainter by the second, but it didn’t help the fact her whole body was on fire from the closeness. “Don’t worry, we’ll be out of here before you know it,” they said and it took Piper a moment to realise that they were answering what she’d said earlier. It must have only been a few seconds, but for Piper it felt much longer. “Hey,” they said, grabbing her hand in the darkness. She flinched, but turned her attention to them, “we’ll get out of this thing and run like hell. OK?” Piper uttered a soft 'ok’ and Sole started counting down. The button was pushed and they basically dragged her along, their hand still squeezing hers. They turned to look at her and Piper saw that they were laughing. Seeing them so giddy while running away from gigantic bugs, hand in hand, as if they were children running away from security guards; she couldn’t help but laugh too.

Preston - “I don’t know, general. These things are meant to be used by one person,” said Preston, nervous look on his face. Sure, they could probably fit in, but the thought of himself and Sole being squeezed against one another like that, for who knows how long… He was long aware of his feelings towards them and he was ready to never act on them. He was very much afraid of rejection, be it because they just don’t feel this way about him, or that they still aren’t over their spouse. And to be so close to them, he wasn’t really sure he could handle it. “Preston, please, there isn’t any other thing around here that could be used as shelter. And you can’t possibly tell me you’re not feeling a bit ill too.”

Preston did feel a bit ill, radiation from the storm seeping into his system, but it still felt like a better solution than this. “Come on, Preston, I don’t bite,” they called. He grunted and climbed into the metal tube. The door closed and total darkness surrounded them. Their chest was warm against his own as was their breath he felt against his cheek. They smelled of gunpowder, soap and something Preston couldn’t identify, but he knew it was a smell characteristic to them. He hoped he wasn’t breathing too heavily, but it seemed to him their smell enveloped the whole shelter. It was way too pleasant. “Are you okay? You seem a bit tense,” they spoke, their hands going for his shoulders, massaging them. It was too much “General, I…” was all he managed to say, before he pushed his lips against theirs. As soon as he realised what he had done, he pulled away again. “I’m so sorry!” he almost yelled. Their grip on his shoulders didn’t falter, though. “Sorry for what, Preston?” He could hear the smile in their voice. He thought that he might be imagining it, or dreaming. Either way, he didn’t want it go to waste and swiftly kissed his general again. And again.

X6-88 - He really saw no reason he should get into the tight shelter. He did have enough ammunition for both of them, but Sole insisted they needed a bit of a breather. So he complied, closing the heavy door behind him. He head some rummaging, then the uncomfortable sound of needle breaking skin, then a quiet 'whoosh’ as Sole let the Stimpak do it’s magic. Then a quiet sigh as Sole’s pain was fading away. They were so close, X6 could literally feel the sigh before they let it out. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but he was restless. Out there, he could protect them, but here they were sitting ducks. Sure, the thing was heavily built, but he didn’t see one surviving missiles, or mini-nukes. He actually didn’t see anyone firing a missile or a mini-nuke at it in the first place, but still. That’s why he was so restless, it surely had nothing to do with them being so close, or anything like that. Oh, how X6 wanted to get out and fight instead of having to deal with his thoughts…

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