A Good Night's Sleep

It had been a long, long day for Bigsley. Everything was going wrong, and no one seemed to know how to fix it except him. Not to mention he's not been able to get more than thirty minute naps through out the day. Or was it night? He couldn't remember. All the man wanted to do was rest his head on a pillow and sleep for a thousand years.

His mind began to drift as he looked over requisition forms from.. somewhere. The image of the Lone Wanderer appeared in his head. Bigsley had a little crush on her ever since she slinked in his office door. A lit cigarette between rose colored lips, and a grimy suit jacket thrown over a slender shoulder.

Bigsley had never seen a more androgynous woman. He felt weird for even liking the kid, but every time she popped her head around the corner giving that lop-sided smile his heart melted.

Her body was lithe, and slender. She covered it up with a tailored man's suit. The kid even wore a dark red tie that was sloppily hanging around her neck. Her bright blue eyes were tired, and dark circles hung underneath the large orbs. She had dark crimson hair which twisted and curled slightly around her face, ending a little below her ears.

Her high cheek bones, and wide but flat nose were speckled with light freckles. A slim jaw framed her elf-like face thoroughly.

The thing that attracted him most to her was the birth mark around her eye. It swept from just below the corner of her eye up to her eyebrow in dark swirling colors. It was beautiful. Bigsley shook his head at the thought. He must be a real creep to find something like that so attractive.

But, God, he wanted her. Maybe it was all the pent up tension inside of him, but many times he had thought about grabbing her by the arm, bending her over his desk, and fucking her silly. Of course this was just a fantasy, and Vaultie only stopped by out of boredom.

A few hours later when most of his paperwork was not even remotely complete the last person he wanted to see waltzed through his office door with an air of confidence. A cigarette burned between her wide lips.

Elle looked around his desk. Bigsley was not in the mood to play around, even for the Lone Wanderer. He just wanted to get this over with already, and maybe get a little rest before he moved on with more paper work. One headache to the next.

Her eyes searched his desk before she removed the smoke from her mouth.

“Did you know Griffon is selling 'Aqua Cura' outside the Underworld claiming it'll fix all your shit?” She informed in her raspy voice.

“What?” Bigsley responded contorting his face into discontent. But, then he realized what the broad was talking about. “Oh, he must be more clever than I thought. Probably selling the real stuff to Raiders or-”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Elle cut him off as she put the cigarette out in his coffee.

Bigsley noted how much she enjoyed doing that, and how much it pissed him off.

“I wanted to see if you'd figure it out.” He retorted sarcastically.

“Could've saved me all the fuckin' trouble.” She pulled another cigarette from a pack, and lit it. Elle took a long drag before changing the subject. “How's the business?”

“Great. It's going just great.”

He went back to looking at the clipboard in front of him. The words and numbers jumped out of the paper and hurt him. This is not something he wanted to do right now. All Bigsley wanted to do was sleep.

“So, I'm extorting him now.”

“Who?”

“Griffon. You don't look so good, Big.” Elle scooted from her seat on the desk. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm just peachy.” He laughed. “I'm tired, Elle.”

“Go to sleep.”

“It's not that easy.”

“Whatever.” She waved a slender hand in the air. “I'm out.”

She put out one last cigarette in his coffee mug before leaving him with a goofy grin.

The next day most of the little annoying scribes that usually cluttered the outside of his office were off somewhere. Bigsley had sent a few down to the lab, and the others were called back to The Citadel. It was a stroke of luck only God could have given because she came by.

Bigsley noticed the few more unbuttoned buttons on her white dress shirt. It gave him the slightest of peeks at her chest, it wasn't much. She was a small girl. But, it was enough.

This time Elle collapsed on one of the chairs behind him. Her heavy sigh let him know that something was wrong, and he was in a good mood for once so.. why not?

“What's wrong?” He asked.

“I'm tired.”

“Hah, me too.”

“No, Big. I am. Fucking. Tired.”

“Me too, kid. Me too.”

“I haven't slept in.. I don't know. Days.”

Bigsley sympathized for a minute before stopping the ticking at his computer altogether to look back at her slumped form in the regal chair. She looked dirty, exhausted, and disinterested all at the same time.

“Yeah.” He commented.

Suddenly Elle stood up, and sat on the part of his desk near the computer.

“Don't you have anywhere to sleep?” She asked a little too coy.

“I'm not sure. There's some beds downstairs.”

Her eyes danced with his for a beat. Then she turned around asking for him to follow her.

Bigsley chuckled for a few seconds. “What are you doing?”

“Come on.” She coaxed leaning against the door frame. “Don't make me come over there.”

“Fine, fine.” He gave up, standing up he followed her down to the housing part of the Memorial.

Elle lit a cigarette on the way, and slowed her pace to an even stride.

Bigsley followed the Lone Wanderer to a secluded room where a dusty double bed sat. A dim light shined on the night stand where it looked like someone was reading a pre-war book. The covers were torn, and the pillows gathered all sorts of gross things. It was in the back away from all the bunk beds that everyone else used to sleep in.

It was perfect.

Elle's mind was like hot butter on crispy toast. She had been drinking a lot, taken some Buffout, and shot a few golf balls off the Statesman Hotel before she decided she was a horny little mother fucker.

Though the Lone Wanderer was hardly ever sober. In fact, she was drunk when she agreed to go in and start the Purifier. If only those people who hailed her as this great hero knew that if she was sober Elle would have never gone into that irradiated mess.

The aching she was experiencing was more than enough to make her travel the distance to find Bigsley specifically. It had taken her almost all night, but was ready to pounce at the sight of him, and had gone in knowing exactly what she wanted. During the travel there Elle devised a fool proof plan that would end up with the both of them alone.

“Come.” She instructed as she sat down on the bed. “Sit.”

Bigsley did so. Sitting down on something soft was a pleasure he had disregarded since being assigned here.

Elle scooted up behind him, and snaked her hands underneath the top of his robe. Bigsley helped her with taking it off. He was sinewy, and pale. A few scars riddled his abdomen. Stories he would rather much forget, but never could.

Elle was relatively fearless when it came to life in general. There was nothing off-bounds, nothing too inappropriate, nothing too immoral, nothing the red haired girl wouldn't try at least once.

This was something foreign, and new to her senses. Her heart began to race when she danced her fingers along the hem of his pants. She stopped, though.

Scooting back a little more she let Bigsley rest his head on her lap. The rough material of her pants rubbed against the back of his head as he stared up at Elle. He wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, or where she was going to take this.

Usually when he had sex with someone he was the one in charge. It was never something as.. odd as this. But, he went with it. Whatever made Elle content was good enough for him. She wasn't doing too bad for a first-timer.

Her hands went to each side of his head as she leaned her face down closer to his. An unreadable facial expression drew her features into the unknown.

Bigsley reached up to put a hand to her cheek, and took the initiative to draw her into an engaging kiss.

Elle tried her best to keep up with him, and mimicked his movements feebly. Her eyes opened a little wider when he bit her bottom lip a little too hard, too quickly.

They drew away from the kiss. It left Elle a little disoriented, and Bigsley wanting more.

“I thought you were tired..” She remarked rubbing at the bags under his eyes with one of her fingers.

“I.. No.” He cracked a smile. “Not for you.”

Bigsley moved to where he was on top of her. Elle was taking this way too slow for his tastes. He decided that if he was going too fast she would tell him. She was never too afraid to express her opinions before.

She enjoyed the sudden rush of dominance. Her mind went blank when he kissed her, and she had no idea what to do next. She just said whatever came to mind.

Bigsley bit, and licked at her neck. Her moans, and soft breaths circled his ear making it almost painfully unbearable for him. Her slender hands grabbed at whatever they could, making fists, and softly whispering whatever words decided to come out.

He took it a step further when he tugged at her pants. She quickly went to unbutton them, and slid her shoes off with ease. Bigsley's hands tugged them down further.

“You don't wear any underwear?” He asked a little shocked.

“Why? You do?”

The older man laughed before kissing at her lips, and biting her bottom lip some more. It was something he liked most about her looks. She had nice full lips that pouted every time she was upset about something.

It drove him insane.

She kicked her trousers to the floor as she struggled to register all the feeling overloading her senses. His hand moved up her shirt to gently squeeze her breast, and play with her hard bud. Another feeling she had never experienced before, and Elle never wanted him to stop.

Soon enough she had undone his pants, and he was pushing into her tight opening. Her breathing deepened, and she dug her nails into his back. Bigsley turned his attention to the soft skin on her neck as he went in and out of her.

Elle moaned, and pleaded for whatever he was doing to continue. With each move of his hips she took in a sharp breath. With each bite, and rough kiss she lost herself. It was bliss, and nothing else. It was something she didn't want to let go of.

And then.. it was over.

Elle wasn't sure how long it had been, but it was over. What was she suppose to do now?

“Where are you going?” Bigsley asked when Elle stood up and slipped on her pants. She took a pack of smokes from her pocket, took a cigarette from it, and lit it with a smooth collective.

“I'm out.” She said waving a hand in the air as a farewell.

Bigsley collapsed onto the bed, and he decided that he didn't want to think anymore about anything.

He was going to bed.