Hello! So I saw Mad Max: Fury Road yesterday and knew that I had to write some sexy fluff of my favorite pale cinnamon roll and his red haired babe. Some notes:

Remedy is an OC: she is part of the top hierarchy, she fixes stuff.

This is all assuming that Nux doesn't die, and he flies away to victory with the rest of them and ends up living in the hightower :) (I call it the hightower because I'm not sure if there's an actual name of the place within the Citadel where Joe used to live. Correct me if there is).

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"So... you use that water to clean off? Just like that?" Nux watched in amazement at the clean water cascading down into the tub from the metallic shower head. When the Citadel had found it, it was a rusted relic, unable to function; after some fixing up by Remedy it was good to go. Nux found the shiny shower head amusing, its chrome-like exterior enticing. Water, the sacred bond that connected the previously feuding territories, was simply "warming up" as it spluttered down to the ceramic tub.

Nux and the rest of the War Boys didn't bathe often, and when they did, it was just a quick wipe down with a shared rag. The water needed to be preserved for Immortan Joe, they repeated to themselves as they would "clean" the most important parts and get on with it.

Capable giggled, inhaling deeply as she laid her hand gingerly on Nux's lower back. He straightened up like she was a hot engine he touched too quickly. She slid her hand across the grime of his scarred skin to wrap around his waist. She was always so warm, so soft, so gingerly. Nux melted his torso into her embrace.

"Yes, it's called a shower. Back when water was plentiful, you'd just hop in for fifteen or twenty minutes, lather up, wash your hair..." Capable trailed off. She hadn't been outside to witness it, but the way Furiosa had described the little pleasures of advanced society, she'd also gained a sort of nostalgia for them. Even in the Vault with the other wives, bathing was always done by bath, with a rag. There was plenty of water to go around, but she supposed Joe would be one to reserve water for plants or for himself.

Nux walked towards the shower, the bathroom beginning to steam. He reached out, the droplets of water bouncing off his skin. The white paint and oil from the countless engines he'd worked on didn't budge, even as he submerged his whole hand in the stream. A giddy smile painted his face, his scars dancing on his face as his eyes scanned the strange area before him. Strange bottles, unmarked and of various colors, lined the walls of the shower on shelves of various heights, the glass and plastic beginning to fog in the heat of the water. He removed his hand, rubbing it; the white powder smeared onto his fingers.

"You go first," Nux insisted. Capable was obviously downtrodden, her hair greasy and knotted, her skin sweaty and sticky with the heavy breathing of the other wives throughout their ordeal. Her face red from the sand and emotion she had just now rationalized as being over. Being in the Citadel highroom bathing area was something neither of them had ever expected, and now they had full reign of the remaining water after each citizen of the Citadel was administered enough for a week. She smiled at him, grateful for his hidden kindness that he embraced when around her.

Nux was surprised when she leaned in for a kiss, not quite placing her lips on his, leaving him the option to refuse. She was never one to impose. They had kissed before, after going up into the hightower. It was such a magical moment, Nux remembered it fondly as he placed his own lips against hers tentatively. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, both of them closing their eyes. Nux wasn't sure if the uncomfortable heat boiling inside of him was from Capable or from the increasing temperature of the water, but when the kiss broke and she smiled, Nux didn't really care.

He offered her privacy, closing the bathroom door behind him, the soft click confirming his choice. His body felt cooler, the heat of both the shower and Capable now behind him. He regretted slightly allowing her to go first, finally feeling the intense grime that accumulated from the days of battle. He was alone, so he pressed his ear against the wooden door, listening to the constant plopping of the water turn more sporadic; she had stripped and stepped inside.

The thought excited Nux. He grinned like a child, feeling the same heat that overtook him moments ago rush through his body. Capable did things to him that he'd never experienced before. She showed him true comfort, compassion... softness. She was always so soft, so warm. Unlike him. He was rough, stained with oil and bitterness. His chronic pain plagued him, Larry and Barry a constant reminder of what had to come. The negative thoughts that often followed him were whisked away when he heard a pleasant humming exude from the shower; Capable had begun to sing.

He couldn't understand her words, but they were melodic and beautiful. He closed his eyes and leaned into the door, resting his palm next to his face. She sang quietly but strongly, she knew this song from heart. It was emotional, he knew. He sighed, wishing to be in there with her, to hear her better. He didn't want to hear the loud flopping of the water every so often, he wanted to hear her voice, as clear and clean as her skin.

Suddenly, the water stopped. So did the singing. Nux opened his eyes. Where was he supposed to be again? He scrambled against the door, pushing himself from it. She wouldn't be pleased to know he had just spent twenty minutes pressed against the door wishing to see her. He scuttled down the long hallway, finding an empty room, and stood in it.

Capable emerged from the bathroom, her hair worn up in a towel on top of her head. She wrapped another towel around her, soft and fresh. She felt remarkably better now that he had cleaned off. The soft scent of bubbles long gone lingered on her skin; she had been pleasantly surprised at the wonderful scents found within the bottles. She looked around, stepping carefully on the cold floor.

"Nux?" She called out. Nux heard her from the room he currently hid in, but didn't dare move. He had wanted to see her so badly before, but now that she was actually there, practically undressed, his shyness overtook him. He held his breath.

Capable figured Nux had returned to their comrades to eat some more. She admitted to herself that she wished she had eaten some more, she was feeling peckish.

She sighed and whipped the towel off her head, drying off her long, red locks. The foyer outside the bathroom would be inhabited for a while, the others were enjoying their dinner that they rightfully deserved. She had finished early, eager to shower. Nux had followed her, a devoted partner almost resembling an obedient puppy.

Soon after, she removed the towel covering her body. She dried off her legs, long strokes that revealed the soft, freshly shaved skin she had missed so much.

Nux heard her breathing, and the movement of fabric against her skin. He longed to see it, but wondered if she would feel violated from it. Overcoming his anxiety, Nux peered out from behind the door frame, barely his eyes visible from where Capable currently stood.

He shot back when he realized that Capable was naked, bent over drying her legs with a towel. He had seen her breasts, her arms... he stumbled backwards and into a couch, his back pressed against the elegant backboard. The couch shifted her the sudden force, sending a loud screech through the foyer. It reverberated between the walls, the chairs, and eventually into Capable's ears.