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Valentine Part II

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Nick’s gloved hand massaged her scalp, tugging gently on her hair as he kissed her. The cool, skeletal feel of his robotic hand on her exposed back ran a chill up Nora’s spine. Nicky smoothly pulled her hips resting on his lap firmly against him. She leaned into his chest, savoring the smell of cigarette and steel from his lips. Her eyes charted the caricature of the synth's worn silvery skin. In its untouched state, the skin was silvery and smooth. In others, dim lights and metal framework were noticeable under severed flesh.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"No -," Nora softly traced the side of his face where the damage was worse.

"Do I frighten you?" Valentine asked, stroking her neck with his thumb.

"No, no. It's not that. Who did this to you?"

"This 'ol thing?" He smirked, "Was a gift from a raider. I was closing a case on a kid who got a little too curious and got scooped up by the local raider gang. The fella was quick with his knife. But don't let that worry you, doll. I'm a synth, remember? I register pain differently than you. I didn't bleed and the memory doesn't haunt me like it could for you. I'm not really human, afterall."

"But you're human enough for me, Nicky~" Nora kissed from his lips, cheek, chin, traveling down his neck. He moaned her name hoarsely under his breath as she left a mark the size of her lips on his neck. A firm pinch and deliberate slap on her ass commanded Nora to return to his lips.

Her thumb traced the shape of Nicky’s lips, his eyes glinted mischievously under the rim of his signature detective fedora. Her teeth bit down softly on his lower lip, trapping the flesh. Sucking tenderly on his lip left a stagnant metallic flavor in her mouth. His gloved fingers wrapped around her hair. Drawing her closer, he kissed her feverishly, desperate for the intimacy he had been craving.

Nora was the most stunning creature he'd seen since waking up in that trash heap. Between her devotion to protect those she loved and her courage to stand up for good, it was easy to fall in love with her. There was some effortless charm about her. Her untarnished appearance likely had a role in that. There were few like her in the wasteland. She was his only weakness, and he was hers, since the moment she freed him from Vault 114.

Nora’s fingers wrapped around his thin, black tie jerking Nicky forward. His hands fell to her thighs. Nora's fingers pulled the knot loose, the black silk draping on his weathered dress shirt. Her breath was ragged and warm on his neck as she fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, eager to strip him down and devour him whole. Nick chuckled softly, wrapping his fingers around her wrist, holding her still. She whined in frustration, her pupils nearly eclipsing her emerald green eyes

“Desperate for more?” He teased, “Didn’t realize you had such an interest in antiques~” He released her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “A beautiful dame like you should be fucked properly, perhaps on the bed over there?” He whispered cordially, nodding towards the doorway at the far end of Nora’s workshop. The guest room and the undamaged queen bed that resided within it. She nodded shyly in agreement, tension swirling within her loins. Nick shrugged the dress shirt off. His steel arms brushed by hers as he scooped them around her thighs. In a swift motion and jerk of his hips, Nick lifted her from chair with impossible strength. His grip dug into her thighs, his erection poking her through his slacks.

Through the doorway, he eased her down on the edge of the bed. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it free in a swift flick of his wrist. No sooner did his slacks and boxers reach the floor, did he drape himself over her. His flingers sliding up under her shirt; scoping her supple, round breasts. Valentine tugged the clasp of her bra free, exposing her taut nipples to the cool air. He kissed her throat. “Mhmmmm,” He groaned in her ear. “You really do feel as good as you look.”

Nick’s skeletal metal finger hooked around the loop of her jeans, delicately pulling them off. His eyes remained fixed on hers, drinking the unholy desire in her eyes. His gloved hand stroked her flushed cheeks, toying with the fat flesh of lip. Nora bit down softly on the glove, removing it from the hand that resembled human flesh.

"Thanks, sweetheart." A grin tugged at the corners of Nick’s lips, "Could you spread those lovely legs of yours for me?"

"Does bashful mode come standard on all synths or did you have to pay extra for that?" She teased, spreading herself slightly, flicking her panties to the side.

"Heh, No. Only on me. Now come on, I want to show you what this old synth can do."

Nick gently traced her mound, the lips of her femininity. He parted them gently with his gloveless hand, meeting the wetness of her arousal. Nora gasps as his fingers tenderly stroked and slapped her.

“Goodness, you're wet. All this because of me?” he mumbled in her ear, his breath warm, tickling her.

Before Nora could answer, his fingers forged their way inside. Nora cried out, her arms launching out above her, gripping the pillows. Nick groaned, deep and guttural, unable to hide his undeniably human lust. His panting filled her ears as his fingers stroked her inner being. Nora’s hips rose to his hand that gripped her, like an instrument he played her to a shattering level of arousal.

He pulled his fingers from within her, wet and lubricated they massaged and teased Nora’s clit. Her thighs shook in anticipation, begging Valentine to push her over the edge.

“Easy, girl. Take your time” He muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. only to plunge his fingers back in deeper than before. Flicking and circling against the fleshy ridges of her swollen, wet walls.

Nora climaxed ardently, panting hoarsely as her wet walls clamped around his fingers, trembling through her utter undoing as her panting broke down into a feverish scream of passion and delight.

“Good, good” Nick smiled with satisfaction. “Mind if we take this all the way?” He asked slyly, gently stroking her, easing her down from the ecstasy.

Nora’s only response was flipping him over, straddling him between her ample thighs. Nick’s asset was certainly larger than any other she had been with before. Figures the institute would want their fully functional synths to be well endowed. They are meant to be human - and more.

She lowered herself slowly onto him, gasping as the girth of his tip parted her, stretching her open. Nicky drew a sharp breath as he registered the warmth emanating from her. Nick bucked himself deeper inside her, forcing a husky gasp from her mouth. Her head jerked backwards as she rode him, her delicate features rippling with the momentum of his thrusts. Nora cried out in a crescendo of pleasure.

“Hard and loud, huh? Didn’t realize you were the type,” He panted, her nails digging into his thick metallic flesh.

A tightening pressure built between his hips, his dick may flexed and twitched within her as he listened to the sound of her cuming. Her pussy gripping him warm, wet, and soft. Begging him to continue.

“I’m gonna…I gotta -” His voice croaked, warning of his undoing, his grip already digging into her thighs - holding her in place as she grinded against him.

Nora responded only by bucking her hips against his, the angle plunging him deeper inside. Fucking him at a more rapid pace, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Filling her for several long seconds. Nick rasped out a haggard breath with a final, firm thrust completed his work. With a sigh, he pulled his dripping cock from her. Nora gasped as the girth stretched and then released her.

“Goodness...you're almost too good at that” He moaned, resting beside her.

“Likewise”, Nora smiled. “Please tell me we can keep doing this”

“With you? I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

She wiggled her way closer to Nick, burying her face in his chest, savoring the security of his embrace begging it never to end. Valentine lazily ran his fingers through her hair, rustled from intercourse. He sang softly, just barely audible. A love song she had heard many times from diamond city radio.

In my heart, I have but one desire

And that one is you

No other will do

------------ The following morning ---------

Nick rested his cigarette on the coaster, raising the tea cup to his lips. He registered the bitter-sweet caffeine from the coffee Nora had made. She sat across from him, the jukebox played a timeless melody. Some of her long brown hair escaped from behind her ear, framing her delicate features as she read the Boston Bugle, the last edition before the bombs dropped. She had found a copy that morning, shortly after waking up in his arms. He could still remember her warm wetness, the smell of roses, and the smoothness of her irradiated skin. And the way the morning sun basked in her presence through the broken glass of the window, she never looked so lovely to him.

Nick hadn’t grown close to many folk in the Commonwealth. To some, he was a synth - the institute threat that killed or replaced living, breathing people. To others, he was the synth detective. But to Nora? He was Nicky. He never anticipated finding friendship among the people of Diamond city, let alone love. Perhaps…especially with someone of her skill, he could finally bring Eddie Winter to justice. He couldn’t do it alone, but now, he wouldn’t have to.

“Nora.”

“Yes, Nick?” She asked inquisitively, looking up from the paper

“I wouldn't normally bother ya with this sort of thing, but...well, I know I can trust you. I need your help on a case”

“Ah, who’s it we’re helping?” She put down the paper, her eyes captivated by his.

“Me.”

Nora sighed, pouring herself a fresh coffee. The detective synth raised the lit cig to his lips, the smoke rose from the glowing tip in a steady wisp. Nora adjusted herself in the chair, sore from the night before.

“Then we’ll start at the beginning. And don’t skimp on the details. A good friend of mine once told me, “the devil is in the details." Nora recalled. He chuckled, acknowledging the humor in the situation as the tables had indeed turned.

“Well, for as long as I can remember, I've been getting these...flashes. Memories of places I've never been. Things I've never seen. Memories of Nick's. They're not bad. They're just..." Nick paused, struggling to find the right words. "They're just this inescapable reminder that I'm not the person I think I am. That I'm not a person at all."

"I don't believe that for moment, Nicky. You were plenty human to me last night," She teased, smiling at his surprise.

"I - uh," He flustered, temporarily losing his train of thought. "Thanks, that means a lot coming from you."

"So what kind of memories?" Nora asked, her eyebrow cocked. She crossed her legs and raised the steaming mug to her rosy lips.

"Everything. Old cases. Old loves. I've found myself running background on cases only to realize everyone involved's been dead for 200 years. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm in Nick's debt. These memories, they kept me alive. Nick was a hell of cop, a guy with good instincts, and a good heart. I always counted myself lucky they didn't load me up with some ex-con or whatever type might volunteer to let folks tinker with their grey matter."

"And I agree. You've done a lot of good for the people of Diamond City, Nick. Some of them owe you their lives."

"I suppose you're right. But it's thanks to Nick that pass for a human. I get to live cushy in Diamond City while every other synth is shot onsite. I know I got it good, but...my entire life I owe to Nick. Everything that makes me me who I am - my judgement, my speech, hell, even my name - they're his"

"Oh? Is that so? Then who was it that I fixed and fucked last night? Nick the synth or the memories of long-dead human cop from 200 years ago?"

"Well, I - That's a hell of a question. I'm not sure." Nick took a long drag of his cigarette - deep in thought. The sound of morning birds songs chirped through the window.

Finally, Nick broke the silence with a somber thought, "All I want is a life where I have something I can call my own."

"You do, Nicky, you have me."

"Well, if you really do mean that, it's quite the relief to hear. So, this case - it's about this chunk of Nick Valentine history I've been hoping to put a bow on for awhile now. Once upon a time in the land of Boston, there lived a king of organized crime. Eddie Winter. He was a bad man who did a lot of bad things. Hurt a lot of innocent people. But he knew the end was coming. So he sealed himself inside a personal shelter, located underneath the sub shop he used as a headquarters."

"Eddie Winter was from...my time. A real scumbag." Nora scoffed with disgust, blocking out the images of the horrors she had seen from the news coverage.

"The story gets even more twisted. The arrogant bastard wanted to cheat death. Live forever... So he could come out of that shelter someday, into this brave new world." Nick shrugged. Some future... "Sound familiar? Only Eddie didn't want to be a frozen banana. No cryo sleep for him. No...he invested his money in some sick, crazy radiation experiment."

"Nick..." Nora paused, the horror of realization settling in. "You can't be saying what I think you're saying..."

"Oh I'm saying it alright. Eddie Winter went and turned himself into a Ghoul. 200 years before it was fashionable. Hell, he was probably the first one. And I'm convinced that he's still locked inside that shelter. Safe and sound. Ready to come out, and begin his evil reign all over again. I'm going to find him, and kill him, so that never happens. You in?"

"Damn right I'm in! Let's get this bad guy."

"Heh, good. I knew I could count on you. Now... I know where Winter's vault is. But the door is sealed with a complex numerical code. Lucky for us, Winter's arrogance knew no bounds. Back in the day, he recorded 10 holotapes, incriminating different criminal associates. On each one, he hid a single number. We find all of those holotapes, we get all the numbers. We get all the numbers... we get the code. And then we get Winter. I've been putting together a file on this one for a while now." Nick reached for a folder bloated with paperwork, sketches, and holotape. "There's a holotape in here worth listening too. Including one of Winters' I managed to snatch from the Cambridge Police evidence lock-up before getting swarmed by Ferals. On my way out the door, I spotted an active evidence terminal. I'll bet my hat that terminal is the key to finding the rest of the tapes"

"Well, Eddie has had it coming for a long time now. I’m up for a holotape scavenger hunt. Would you care to join me?”

“Would be nice, the two of us traveling the wasteland together, bringing justice to Eddie.” Nick smiled, his hand loosely offered. Nora delicately placed his hand in his. With one hand behind his back, he respectfully raised Nora to her feet

“Lead the way, love”

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