5B - Finale (Nora)

Noun: the last piece, division, or movement of a concert, opera, or composition.

"What do you think, Curie?"

If she had to guess, she thought that Nora was probably asking about how satisfied Carrington was by their successful mission. Or maybe just breaking the silence on the road back to Sanctuary Hills. But Curie's thoughts were less than pure, especially with Nora's brow beaded with sweat and a gentle flush staining her cheeks.

"I find myself eager for the night," she admitted, smiling coyly at her saviour. Nora's eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief as she reached out and took the Synth's hand, brushing her thumb over the skin and pulling her closer.

"I'm tired," she said, leaning closer until Curie felt her lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Let's go to bed early, tonight."

If she were honest with herself, Curie had probably spent dozens of evenings fantasizing about this. Of laying bare before her hero and allowing them to slowly and thoroughly ravish her. She loved imagining Nora's lips skirting her thighs and her fingers brushing the puff of hair that topped her folds.

"Oh! Mon deiu!"

And it was nothing like how she imagined it to be. Her feverish mind couldn't compare to the sight of her beloved saviour kneeling there, caressing Curie's legs and knees like she was made of fragile glass, kissing closer towards her wet folds.

"You're gorgeous, honey," Nora whispered, and Curie felt her blush crawl further down her body, from her face to her breasts. She had waited so long to show her all of her secrets and desires.

And it was worth the wait to hear it, she thought, before her heart jumped in her chest and she moaned. Nora grinned cheekily, eyes sparkling as she breathed a puff of warm hair over her chestnut curls.

"You taste beautiful, too," she added, and Curie's mind raced. 'Was she really going to-?' Her hips jumped, her legs bending and crossing over Nora's back. She palmed her breasts and pinched her peaks, her mind flooded with thoughts as her saviour licked between her folds.

"What did you just do?" She could barely function. Her breath came iin short pants. Her toes curled and uncurled. Her core was still pulsing. It was so different from her little fingers. Hot and wet and strong against her sensitive skin, and Nora gave her a saucy look from between her legs.

"I want to make you feel good, love," she whispered, and Curie watched with rapture as she kissed her again. Teased her. Then gently spread her petals and lapped at her aching flesh. The poor Synth's mind grew foggy and dizzy and desperate.

"If you keep doing that, I'll break apart" she whined, her heels digging into Nora's shoulders.

"I want you to" she answered, before covering her clit and sucking.

Curie had never come so hard, bucking her hips and pressing herself against Nora's generous mouth.

'Love beats all odds.'

It was a moment she still reflected on, when a struggling Nanny robot named Edna yearned to share her feelings with a school teacher she worked with. There would have been enough obstacles for the two to work between, but Nora had brushed them away and reassured the droid.

If she were ever asked, Curie would say it was the moment when she began to fall for her saviour. She only felt a little guilty that she was given a chance that Edna didn't have.

If there was just one thing she missed from her pearly white chassis, it was how sturdy and well-armed it was. A piping hot flamer did wonders for crowd control.

Now, she held her Placebo in a steady hand and aimed it at a Gunner's chest, satisfied when they balked and hesitated to move on the two women.

"Don't make my girlfriend shoot you," Nora muttered, arms crossed. She almost sounded bored, but Curie knew better than that: it was a quiet attempt to end things before they began. "I mean, you can just walk away now and we'll forget all about it."

"Yeah, that's some gun she's holding." The 'main' Gunner gave it a look of appreciation, scratching a greasy cheek with the back of her thumb. "Think we'll just kill you and take it."

Nora's pistol snapped upwards, firing two rounds into their face before the rest of the area fell into chaos.

Curie missed her flamethrower, if only for how brilliantly she was able to protect her amore with it. But, love beats all odds - she pressed her back to Nora's and brought her gun to bear, determined to drive away anyone who would wish them harm.

Placebo fired like a bolt of lightning splitting the sky.

It was hard for her not to stare when Nora finished undressing, standing naked under the dim glow of a salvaged light bulb. Curie was as excited as she was nervous, admiring the many pale scars that criss-crossed her partner's body as she gazed up and down. Survivor's badges, she called them once, ducking her head and grinning coyly. 'Are you sure you don't want to look at the rest of me?' Nora had asked.

But now Curie felt the nervous fluttering of her heart. The sensation of little winged creatures doing dances in her tummy. Her savior had a narrow waist that flared into wide hips, and full breasts that looked heavier than her own perky bosom. But of course she would.
Nora had given birth. She had breastfed her baby.

She had been intimate before, and Curie hadn't. Not with another person.

"I can hear your heart going a mile a minute," Nora hummed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned closer to the Synth. She didn't hide her playful smile as Curie's eyes fell upon her chest, watching as her breasts swayed with her movements and enjoying the attention.

"Oui. I… do not want to disappoint." She wondered if her voice could get any smaller. But Nora just smiled reassuringly, leaning forward and pressing a sweet, gentle kiss against her lips.

"I love you," she sighed, worn thumb brushing over the Synth's blushing cheeks. "So… just relax and we'll go slow, alright?"

Curie only nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

The pair played for hours, learning all that they could about each other's bodies. Curie learned that Nora's breasts were so very sensitive, and the way she panted and writhed from having them kissed and nibbled and sucked left the Synth giddy with arousal.

"You make such cute faces," she whispered with affection. Nora bit her finger to keep from waking up all of Sanctuary Hills.

She also found out just how flexible she was, finding herself pinned to the bed with her feet pointed upwards and Nora's teeth at her ankle. The nervous excitement she felt tripled at being held in such a lewd pose, with her saviour shamelessly looking at her puffy folds as if she were a dessert to devour.

"You really are gorgeous you know," she said again, and Curie didn't think she could grow hotter inside. Her chest flushed and her head spun, drunk from lust and affection.

"You're too good at teasing little Curie," she moaned softly, biting her lip as Nora ran her hands up and down her body.

"I'd rather make my little Curie come, really." She pulled the damp and naked Synth forward, sliding her leg over her hips and scooting closer. Hot, wet, puffy folds came into contact, sliding against each other as she settled in between her legs.

Nora ground against her, passing over sensitive flesh and a hardened clit and leaving Curie a stammering mess.

"Mon dieu!"

She grinned down at the Synth, feeling her tense and shudder. "Having fun, love?"

Nora's eyes slid shut and she gasped. She wasn't prepared for her lover to recover so soon, feeling a hand grabbing her leg before her hips were ground against. The same hot, slippery flesh massaged her pussy, igniting bundles of nerves and leaving her panting.

"I have more fun when I see you like this," Curie giggled, biting her lip and staring. And then she thrust and bumped and rolled her hips, watching Nora's mouth hang open as she rubbed against her lover.

"You learn fast," she breathed. Nora licked her dry lips, palming her breast and playing with her nipple. By the time her vision cleared, she saw Curie had adopted the same pose, massaging her perky chest. Both of their legs were shaking, their movements growing sloppier and more desperate as they rubbed their folds harder against each other.

It was the little virgin Synth who 'won', watching Nora stifle a cry before her orgasm tore through her, leaving her soaked with sweat and trembling.

Curie came apart a minute later, cuddled against her tired partner. Nora held her tight, kissed her hard and palmed her slippery mons, swirling fast and hard until she climaxed.

"So, what made you wish to pursue medicine, Amanda?" She sat down at one of the stools that Doctor Sun had set up around his bench in Diamond City, folding her hands in her lap as his apprentice sat down opposite her. Curie wondered how long she must have been under his tutelage. Did all medics have understudies? Would she have one someday? The idea of passing on her knowledge and experience was… as exciting as it was frightening.

No wonder it had taken her so long to visit Sun and pass on her Stimpack formula.

"About a month, maybe?" Amanda twiddled her thumbs, not quite looking at her. "I used to hang out in the Dug Out Inn all day long after Sis vanished. Got so sick from liquor one day that they had to carry me here to get my system flushed out." Amanda flushed at the confession, but Curie did her best to remain impassive. There were hundreds of stories in the Commonwealth that went the same - just with a different ensemble. It would've been easy for anyone to crawl into a bottle if their family had up and vanished.

An image of Nora drowning her sorrows swam to the surface of her mind, and she pushed it aside. Not everyone had her fortitude. Many weren't so lucky.

"I hope you weren't too ill, mademoiselle."

"Doctor Sun fixed me right up," Amanda smiled. "Gave me a kick in the ass, too. Told me not to throw away my life. The next day I came back to thank him. I've… pretty much been here since." She shrugged, offering Curie a lopsided smile.

"So I wouldn't say I know lots about medicine, but I'd like to learn…?" The Synth gave her a gentle smile and nodded. She would forever have a soft spot for anyone who wanted to learn.

"Well, if you have questions, I would be happy to assist you," she said.

"Actually, about that." Amanda's eyes wandered down to her hip, where Curie could feel the now-familiar weight of her revolver resting. "You've travelled a lot, right…? Any advice for just living in the Commonwealth?"

"How do you mean, Amanda…? Like a travelling physician?"

"I'd like to find my Sis someday. And I know I won't be able to if I stay here. That's all."

Curie's heart went out to the poor girl. She wondered if Nick would be able to help in any way, or if he had already offered.

"Of course," she said, knowing that the odds of anyone 'vanishing' didn't bode well for them. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. "My first advice? Find someone to defend."

Amanda blinked, brow furrowing. "Shouldn't I try and… you know, defend myself?"

"My dear." Curie clasped her hands and smiled patiently. "If you find someone you want to defend, I promise that many of your fears will all but vanish."

Curie liked waking up before Nora, if only because she loved watching the other woman sleep. Most of their days were spent in motion, with both of them travelling and shooting and healing and dealing with the Commonwealth. But of a morning, she could just lie there near her lover's breast and watch her, admiring how peaceful she looked as she slept.

She had come a long way from when she first began sharing the same bed. Curie was shy, but Nora wasn't. She never hesitated to take her partner's hands into her own and guide them over her body, assuring her that it was okay.

"It's what lovers do, honey," she said, smiling sweetly as the Synth delicately rubbed her chest.

Now, within a month of her marching into Nora's home and admitting everything, Curie had grown very comfortable with her girlfriend's body. She allowed herself to admire the heavy swell of her breast and the thin scars on her shoulders. Let herself peek down at her long legs and thighs and think to herself 'she is mine and I am hers, and I can touch her as much as she can touch me.'

Because if there was one thing she loved more than Nora's hands caressing her, it was turning around and caressing Nora back. To have the freedom to touch her anywhere was something Curie treasured. And something she took advantage of.

Nora would wake up shaking some mornings, head dizzy and her pussy pulsing, confused before she felt a now-familiar lick up along her lips.

"Rise and shine, darling," Curie breathed playfully. Nora would blink the sleep from her eyes just in time to watch her girlfriend kissing her hardened clit before sucking.

Nobody talked much about the future. Not many people lived to old age in the Commonwealth. Raiders and wasteland creatures saw to that. But it felt lately like each day was bringing them closer to some great moment where they might not all survive.

The Railroad had stepped up their operations, all but taunting the Institute into coming after them. Similarly, the Brotherhood of Steel's Prydwen airship seemed to release more and more vertibirds a day, scouring the land for technology and Synth's to fight.

And that was a problem with the Railroad. Even though they shared a common enemy, both factions were distrustful of one another. And each day the rift grew wider and wider. Nora was sure it wouldn't be long until a line was drawn in the sand between them. And if they didn't pick a side to be on, they were just as likely to be targeted as well.

"I hope we do not have to fight the Brotherhood," Curie whispered one morning, cuddled naked against Nora's side and playing with her curly locks.

"I don't like the idea of shooting at the few nice ones, no."

"I'm more concerned about Liberty Prime - I cannot see us surviving it, love."

Nora pulled Curie closer, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead and sighing.

"The future's looking pretty grim lately, isn't it?"

"Oui." The Synth looked around the room, at where Nora's possessions had steadily become Nora's and Curie's. The little shack was feeling like a home, now.

"I love you." Curie smiled and pressed herself closer against her partner's side.
"And I, you."
"Will you marry me?"

There was a moment where time stopped. Curie leaned up and stared, mouth open, certain she misheard her.
"What… was that?"

"I said, I adore you. And I want us to be together. And I want us to wear rings that tell everybody how much you mean to me."

Curie didn't think it was possible to be able to smile and cry and laugh and nod so much at the same time.

"Yes," she nodded, wiping at her wet eyes. "Yes. Yes, yes. Yes!" Nora slid her arms around her neck and pulled her back down against the bed, pressing kisses across her damp cheeks.

Nobody talked much about the future.

But Curie was happy.

AN: So, Curie's little tale has come to an end. If I'm honest, I could have gone on writing her for a good many chapters, I think. She's such an adorable and well rounded character to portray.

The problem, you probably guessed, was keeping the Sole Survivor as gender-neutral and detail-free as possible. Easy enough for a chapter or two, but nearly impossible for long narratives. And from the comments I've seen on some of the sites I'm posting, calling them "they" all the time can be confusing. But I really wanted everyone to be able to enjoy this one. Not just the people who picked one gender or the other at the start of their Fallout 4 game.

So, did you read both versions of the ending? I didn't want to be lazy and do a copy/paste job, but you probably noticed that Curie's story really doesn't change if she's romanced by a man or a woman. They're pretty interchangeable, really. These last two parts were written together at the same time - think of them as running parallel together. If nothing else, I hope everyone got some closure for their chosen Survivor and their little Synth girlfriend.

Cydney, aka Smutty Circus,

Dec 5th.