#sexuality isnt a choice. especially not when nick valentine is involved

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First times*

*consensual *Curie and X6 not included, as I don't believe they've ever had sex

Cait; A girl in the combat zone. She occasionally fought for money, but most of her time there was up in the stands, sipping wine and staring haughtily. Her name was something to do with knives but she fought with a claw hammer. Cait's first time talking to her, she stared down her straight nose at her like a vulture. But she thought Cait was funny, with her broken nose and teeth and wild eyes. Cait thought she was pretty, like dolls you see on billboards. They ran off behind a building, Cait shoving her hands down the lady's pants so forcefully, she broke the zipper. She kept the broken zipper as a trophy of some kind. She still has it.

Danse; He never wanted to, not really. Cutler always had someone. Somehow, Cutler just knew whatever needed to be said to get a partner for the night, and he used that ability often. Danse didn't. People had propositioned him before, but quickly backed down the moment they realized what he was like. His brothers and sisters weren't so juvenile as to tease, but he could tell it was something to fix. Something expected of him. The next person to proposition him, he said yes to. Her name was Abigail, and she all but dragged him to her quarters. It didn't feel good. It didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable. She enjoyed herself, though, so he considers the issue dealt with. He liked when she snuggled up to him after, but examining that makes his stomach turn.

Deacon; A girl he went to school with. He was fifteen, she was seventeen, and he felt like a champ hooking up with an older woman. He still cringes when he remembers that. Her name was Sadie. She was kind of the town honeypot, with thick, fluffy black hair and pale grey eyes and a smile that could stop a Deathclaw in its tracks. Sadie laughed at a joke he made at a party, and he took that as an opening. One thing led to another, and another led to her between his legs in a broom closet. He didn't ask why she carried a strap-on with her at all times.

Gage; He did a lot of bad shit as a kid for money. Shit he looks back on and it makes him feel sick. The first time he had sex, real sex, as an adult with another adult, the guy was a freak. Twister, he called himself, and he was a big fan of body modification. His tongue split down the middle, pronged. His ears were bigger than his chemed-out eyes. Twister wasn't a handsome fellow, but a young Porter thought he seemed fun. To his credit, Twister wasn't a bad guy, not in bed. He asked if Gage had done it before, what he liked, what he didn't. Made sure to make him comfy. Gage hated it. He didn't want to be comfy. He wanted fun.

Hancock; Oh, Caleb. Sweet, handsome Caleb, who had the eyes of a doe and the dick of a horse. Hancock was a young, broken man, looking to find some relief where he was told it was. And somehow, he lucked out, and met Caleb at a bar. His hair was red, and Hancock, being a shit, called him fire-crotch. And he smiled, his teeth crooked but endearing, and beamed, "at least my crotch burns for a good reason!" Johnny bought him a drink, and Caleb said only if they could share it. Of course he invited him to an alley. He doesn't know what happened to the guy, but damn, if that dick didn't do him good. He's glad his first time was with a decent person.

MacCready; They'd just left for Bigtown. He always thought she was cute, and funny, and smart, and nice, and he always liked how her nose wrinkled when she was annoyed. She always liked him, thought he was brave and noble and a knight in shining armor. They'd never kissed, or even held hands, but they found a little place in Bigtown together. They didn't discuss it beforehand, they just did. And the first night, MacCready went to sleep on the couch. But she took his hand, staring at the floor, her cheeks red, and pulled him to her room. It soon became their room.

Nick; a teenaged Nick Valentine's greatest achievement was shacking up with the star quarterback, some meathead named William Summey. Everyone called him Liam. He wasn't your typical jock. He didn't shove people into lockers, or harass anyone, but he gave the theater and art kids a rough time. Teased them. Thought it was dumb. Especially Nick. Called him gay once, and Nicky crossed his long legs, leaned back in his chair, and purred, "That's of interest to you, huh?" And ol' Liam shut up real quick, turned hot red while his buddies didn't know to beat the crap out of Nick, or give them some privacy. Liam sat by him on the bus, riding home. Nick was cornered, but God, did he feel powerful, then. Next day, Nick got in Liam's Corvega, and they went somewhere private. Last he heard of the guy, he moved to Vermont and opened a bed and breakfast with one of his 'friends' from his college football.

Piper; A trade caravan rolled into DC, one day. A merc stopped at the Dugout for a drink, same day Piper did. She was six feet tall, her long, blonde hair tied back in braids, held together with bone and metal. Her eyes were gaunt, dark, sharper than the axe on her back. And God, her arms, her legs, she was almost like a Super Mutant. Thick with muscle, you could see the tendons move like machinery beneath her skin. Piper took one look at her and froze, and she noticed the flushed reporter, laughed, and turned to Vadim to buy her a drink. Her name was Marta. She pulled Piper away to a booth in a corner, sat on the same side as her, pulled her in her lap. Poor Yefim, next time he came over, Piper paid for a room, and there was no mistaking why.

Preston; His first time was a threesome, and while he doesn't regret it, per say, he does think it was maybe overkill for his first time. It was one of his first assignments as a Minuteman. They just got back to a settlement after handling some raiders. One of the locals, he offered them dinner, happy to offer his food to the town's protectors. So, they had kind of a potluck. That guy had a kid, Isaiah, Preston's age. He was kind of grungy, thin in his long limbs but always smiling. His neighbor, Stacy, she was pale, and much more reserved, she barely met Preston's eye when he greeted her. Well, he stepped away from the party to get some air, get a moment to himself. They followed him. Isaiah stood in front of him, right in front. Stacy leaned against the barn wall right by him. Put her hand on his chest. While he blinked at that, Isaiah leaned in, boxed him in with a hand by his head on the wall. Preston wasn't a fool, he got the idea. He got a lot that night.

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