Chapter 13 - Game On

                                    

                                          
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 ~Honey's POV~ 
"Honey, you're human. Why would you want to try this thing?" Truthfully, I've been curious ever since Nick and I spoke to DiMA. I know it sounds dumb, but it'd be nice to know. Although, I have no idea what I would do if I were a synth.
"Alright babe, right this way." Deacon ushers me onto the platform. I look to Nick, whose fists are clenched tightly at his sides. 'It's okay.' I mouth to him and see him relax. I hear a slight whirring sound around my head, and then it's over. 
NO SYNTH COMPONENTS DETECTED.
A mix of relief and disappointment washes over me. On one hand, I'm glad I'm not a synth. On the other, it leaves things complicated between me and Nick. Deacon helps me off of the platform and back to the synth who is keeping a careful eye on him. "Alright man, your turn. You know the drill, just step on up and let the machine do the rest."
We all watch with anticipation, wondering if this is a legitimate machine or not. 
ONE (1) SYNTH COMPONENT DETECTED.
The room erupts with cheers, high fives, and a huge party due to their success with the machine. I quickly find Deacon and let him know Nick and I are heading home. "Deacon, it was so good seeing you, please come around more often." I give the man a hug. "I will, or at least I'll try. Can't make promises," he turns to look at Nick "take care of her for me, Mr. Valentine." He winks at me before skipping off to the rest of the party, and yes, I do mean he literally skipped.
"I hate that guy, you know. He's too touchy feely." "And Ellie isn't?" I retort. Nick looks stunned at my words, but says nothing. "If it's okay with you, I'm just going to walk back to the house alone." He hesitates, "Actually, it's not okay with me. I'm coming with you, and I'm staying." He sounds like he means business, so I give him a curt nod and we make our way to my house.
~Nick's POV~ 
I don't know what kind of relationship Y/N and Deacon have, but I don't like it. She's mine. Seeing him hold her hand and hug her and call her 'babe' made me more than irate. 
We reach her house and she immediately greets the dog in front of her. I envy that four legged fuck sometimes. "You want a drink? You still have some coolant here." I know she's going to have a beer, so I accept her offer. She grabs our respective drinks, and we sit down on the tattered couch listening to Diamond City radio. 
I kick my feet up on the coffee table and put my free arm around her, letting her snuggle into my side. "This is nice, but we need to talk mister." She sits up suddenly and looks at me, "What is it with you and Deacon?" I set my coolant down and sigh. "No one else but me should be touching you, doll. I should be the only one holding your hand and calling you pet names. Not that guy." I sneer my last two words.
"Nick, you've fucked me. I told you I love you, and I mean it. Deacon is just flirty by nature, it doesn't mean anything. He even flirts with Codsworth." She lets out a chuckle before straddling my lap. "I am all yours, Mr. Valentine. Don't you forget it." Before I know it, she's kissing alongside the more intact part of my neck. I wrap my arms around her, placing my hands on her ass and giving it the occasional smack.
She pauses, "You remember what I said about Ellie? Now you know how it feels." Before I can speak, she gently presses her lips against mine. It's times like this that I'm so glad I never have to come up for air. I deepen the kiss as she begins grinding on my cock. We go on like that for a few minutes before she gets up and drops to her knees in front of me. "Honey, what are you doing?" I ask obliviously. She starts undoing my belt, then my pants, and before I know it my throbbing length is out, laying against my stomach. Weird that they gave us such detailed and functional reproductive organs.
"I can be possessive too, Nick." she smirks up at me, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. Before I can respond, she licks up my entire length, stopping to gently suck on the tip. She keeps her lips wrapped tightly around my cock and begins bobbing her head slowly, flicking her tongue with every pass. "I need you to move faster, Y/N." She moves even slower in response, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. 
Without warning, I thrust up into her mouth. Unfortunately for me, she just stops. I think it's time I take control over the situation. In one swift movement, I have her laying on the couch as I undress her. "You think you can tease me and play games, huh? I'll show you games, doll. Don't you worry." By this point, she's fully undressed and at my mercy.
I drop my head in between her legs and try to resist the urge I have to lick her clit like it's the last time I'll ever do so. I hover my mouth directly over her pussy, lick a single stripe, then stand up and get dressed. 
"Game on, Honey."