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“Odessa, you know we don’t have to do this. It’s still light enough out, we can go back home.” You say, worrying your hands on the steering wheel.
Odessa, in the passenger seat of the car, has her seat back as far as it can go and reclining. She lifts her feet to rest and cross on the dashboard of your small car. She sighs and stretches her arms behind her head. “I ain’t gonna back down. Plus, I’ve wanted to meet your fam for a while. Maybe your mom has a book with those cute baby pictures I’ve heard about.”
“She’s not gonna show you the baby book. Hopefully.” You smile and shake your head to yourself, recalling how eager your girlfriend was to meet your family and friends.
You had been dating the Junkertown Queen for about a year now. Odessa had been asking to meet your family for the longest time, for months now. You were able to hold her off for a while, but now that the holidays had rolled around it was hard to find an excuse not to go.
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Years ago, you left home to go to university, and after university had just been job hopping as a freelance mechanic. Until Junkertown. A sketchy job posting site you had registered for had sent you a long email about working for a private parts salesperson and how great it would be, offering housing, food, and pay. Upon arrival at Junkertown, however, you were less than impressed. For a walled city in the middle of nowhere, you expected grandeur beyond imagination, a lush paradise waiting inside. Instead, you were greeted with a stench beyond your wildest dreams, an industrial wasteland turned into some semblance of a city.
The job was also… less than desirable. Working at a bustling marketplace trading parts and helping the mechanic in the back to build mechanical gadgets of a diverse range from helping around the house to weapons beyond explanation.
Once you were comfortable with the job and the area, your employer sent you out to retrieve and deliver an extra special package. Typically this would be an ordinary task, but this time, the clientele was none other than the Queen herself. You had only heard of her before. A menacing woman that stood 7 feet tall and refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. You had never seen her either, though replays of her battle taking the throne in The Reckoning could be found online. To be short, you were terrified.
The castle where she lived was a cleaner and more organized area of the city. Confidently walking into the large and open area, workers milled around, carrying boxes and parts in a hurry. In the center of them all stood the Junker Queen, Odessa Stone.
She seemed even taller in person. She wore a worn out, dingy t-shirt to try and cover her black sports bra. Her boots were mismatched and decked out in metal scraps, forming spikes. All of this to contrast her shock blue hair, formed into a spiky mohawk with braids down the sides. You were brave, you were smart, and you were finally ready to approach her.
You strut up to her and place a hand on her elbow. “Miss Junker Queen? I’m here to pick up a package.”
The enormous form turned around to face you, forcing you backward, nearly falling over. It was her eyes. Her glimmering red eyes in the midday sun felt as if they could see right through you. Her features were sharp and beautiful. Even with the scars adorning her cheeks and lips, you knew she was the most attractive woman you had ever encountered.
“You’re here for the package? Come with me, I’ll have you pick it up.” She said, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with her.
Walking alongside her, you took two steps for each of hers. “It’s really good to meet you, I’ve only heard the stories.” You say, trying to make light conversation.
“Yeah? You must be real new. I know pretty much everyone around these parts.” She speaks, her head facing toward you as she continues to walk.
You watched the ground, watching your footsteps alongside the Queen’s. Her footsteps were heavy on the metal and pavement, thigh muscles rippling as she walked. You admired her strength, how powerful she was, shaking the ground with each step.
“You’re a shy one ain’t ya?” The Queen asked, resting her arm atop your shoulder.
The weight was enough to make you stumble, and you stutter on your words. “I guess I am, sorry…”
“Hey don’t apologize, I’m just commenting. I think you’re real cute, that’s all.” Odessa said more quietly, ruffling your hair.
You blush at the comment, scratching at your neck. The Queen stands visibly taller at this reaction, straightening up and taking even longer strides.
The Queen and you arrive at the end of a long passageway and she stop and bangs on a door. “This is the workshop. You’re a lucky one, nobody gets to come in here except from an invitation by the Queen.”
Entering the workshop, you marvel at the size and depth of the room, how full it is with machines and weaponry you don’t understand.
“Did you build all this yourself?” You ask, stars in your eyes.
“Absolutely, all by my own hands. I’ve got your job over here, but seeing you now… I could use your specific expertise working on my extra project. And maybe in testing. It’s a new lightweight pistol hybrid-- made for smaller frames, a lot like you.” Odessa slapped her hand to your back, grinning at you.
The Queen bent down closer to meet your face at eye level, energetic red eyes meeting yours. “If you help me out on testing and building, I’ll let you tinker around here, if you’d like.”
Her face being so close to yours brought up the flustered feelings of before. At the same time, it was an incredible opportunity to be able to work on personal projects alongside the Junker Queen. She was such a strong and stubborn woman, it was hard to not accept her offer.
Over the next few weeks, you arrived in the morning, trudging through crowds of busy people to the quiet workshop. You worked on your job, as well as helped out with the queen’s pistol project. You worked on a few of your own too, including fixing up an old car that you bought off the street for cheap.
The days you spent with Odessa in the workshop were the most fun. She played loud metal music in the mornings and wound down to listen to classic blues in the evening. She was the opposite of everything people said about her. Her kindness was unmatched, and her heart was full of love for the people and survivors living in Junkertown.
You began to see her for the woman she was; the powerful beauty in the way she walked, the way she moved. How her face scrunched up when things didn’t quite go her way, the way her eyes pleaded for you to tell her that it was a date every time you went out together. The way she kissed you outside in the pouring rain when you finally agreed to be her official girlfriend. From that day on, the workshop felt more like a home. More vibrant were the sparks from the welding torch, more melodic were the sounds of clanking metal.
Your employer had agreed to let you stay with Odessa-- on work related business of course, as the queen had now requested that you help more officially on her lightweight weapons project. Now, you stayed in Odessa’s bedroom with her, spending each night together in a bundle of blankets and snuggles. It was a much more comfortable bed than the glorified cot you were allowed to sleep on in the shack apartment above the small storefront when you were hired in Junkertown.
Odessa was a light sleeper and sometimes woke in the middle of the night from tremors or nightmares. When this happened, she tried her best to not wake you, but always rolled you over gently to clutch you in her arms, often shaking and crying. If the nightmares got this bad, you sat up to wrap your arms around her as best you could and stroked her soft hair, untangling knots as your fingers ran through the soft length.
It was relaxing, each day with the queen. In the mornings, she woke up early for training and working out and allowed you to sleep in, always kissing you on the forehead before leaving the bed. After you had woken up, she carried you to the shower to wash off with her before getting breakfast and beginning work for the day.
Her shower was large and roomy- not like you expected any less for the esteemed Queen of Junkertown. Bottles of perfumed soap lined the shelf, each made from a different blend of desert plants and flowers. You especially liked when Odessa would wash you in the same scent as her, feeling like it connected you to her during the day while she was away. When she dried you out of the shower, she always wrapped one towel around you and another around your head, stopping to beam at your face, admiring each of your features, commenting, “Lucky me, pulling such a pretty girl like you” before pulling you in for a kiss.
The spring days turned to hot summer days quickly, and you had begun testing on the lightweight pistol design that Odessa and you had been working on. She woke up early each morning to prepare targets in the desert for you, and held you gently from behind to adjust your stance and help your aim. Summer days were long, and summer nights were hot.
The first time Odessa had taken you on her motorbike into the desert night, you held onto her waist tightly for dear life. The sky was clear, filled with stars, and the full moon shone brightly in contrast to the dark blue of the night sky. After riding for about an hour, she stopped at the base of a cliff, an outcropping of rocks surrounding you. It was private and quiet with just the two of you, relaxing on a blanket laid out in the dirt and sand.
You made the first move, rolling over to grab Odessa’s face and kissing her forcefully, pushing her into the ground. She played along, rolling to shove you onto your back, arms on either side of you, her top sliding off her shoulders. Still in a liplock, you slid your hands up her toned stomach to help her shirt off the rest of the way, while her hands were busy sliding your bottoms off, leaving you half naked in the middle of the desert.
Odessa left your lips for a moment to leave a trail of soft kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach. “My beautiful girlfriend. You’re all mine.” She said lovingly, caressing and admiring your body in the light of the moon’s rays.
You reach your hands forward to cradle her head in your arms and pull her toward you, slipping your hands underneath her bra to feel her soft breasts. Odessa growls under her breath into your ear, a sign that she’s eager and wants to pick up the pace.
Her hands move quickly to pull your top over your head, worn fingertips exploring the fringe of your lacy bra. Fingertips find the clasp in the back of your bra and fiddle with it until it’s undone. With her teeth, Odessa bites the center of your bra and pulls it away, her hands finding the soft buds and massaging them, making you yelp under her touch. Her worn and calloused hands felt rough on your skin; but that was how you liked it.
In this process, Odessa had shimmied halfway out of her cargo pants, and you pushed them off the rest of the way, leaving her exposed in her black boxers. Her thigh drove forward, pressing between your legs, your hips moving to grind on it on their own. Seeing your desperation, she placed one of her hands around your neck to keep you from sliding up and off the blanket from her thigh.
“I’m gonna make sure you’re taken care of, sweet girl. You’re all mine.” She whispered in your ear, nipping at your earlobe and rolling your soft nipples between your fingers. “You’re already so wet, why don’t you tell me what you want, hm?”
“Pl-please…” You moan between breaths.
“Yeah? I can’t quite hear you.” She teased, lifting both of her hands off your body, leaving you feeling desperate.
You grab her hand and shove it down your panties, grinding up against her fingers, keeping direct eye contact while you grab her other hand and clench it around your neck as you moan into the desire.
“Yeah… That’s my girl.” Odessa breathed into your ear, forcing her fingers into you, teasing your clit with her thumb, rubbing it in circles while she plunged her fingers deep into you and slowly dragged them out. Her mouth found its way to your swelling breasts once more, circling your pink buds with her tongue and nipping at them with her teeth.
“Odess--Dez, oh my god… Dez” You cry out, your voice echoing off of the rocks around you.
“I’m all yours, sweetheart. Go ahead, scream it out now.” She purred into your chest, a smirk spreading wide across her face watching you struggle below her. “You look so sexy when I’m jacking you off.”
Odessa curved her fingers up inside you, while simultaneously biting down on your neck, marking you as belonging to only her.
From her lips came the possessive words, “You’re all mine, sweetheart. I just want the world to know it.”
Your screams and moans could only be stifled by her face moving up to meet yours, enrapturing you in a kiss. Between fervent breaths, she bit at your lips with her teeth while her free hand tangled in your hair, gently pulling at it.
“Say my name again. I want the whole Wasteland to know who you belong to.” Odessa grunted, pulling you to sit upright so that her fingers dove deeply into your warmth.
As you pressed your hips into her hand, the pressure building up inside of you was released when her lips collided with yours, no witnesses but the moon above. The kiss was warm and sloppy, tongues meeting and twisting together as if they had been yearning for another’s touch for ages.
You felt as though you had been reborn into a new life as you came. You cried out virtues and sins, with the name of your lover fresh, and burning like fire on your tongue. The warmth spilled onto your girlfriend’s fingers, into her palm, as she slowly lifted you up and to meet her lips as you climaxed.
“I love you, sweetheart. I mean it.” Odessa said earnestly. “I’m gonna be yours, as long as you’ll have me.”
You rest your head in the crook of her neck. “I love you too, Odessa.”
You spent the quiet night with her out in the barren wasteland. Odessa laid with you in her arms, the stars crawling across the sky above you. The starry belt stretched across the sky, reflected in Odessa’s bright red eyes.
“That one up there is Orion. Coming across the sky will be Cetus, the whale. The monstrous whale swims across the sky in the river, Eridanus.” She marvels, pointing at each of the stars in the sky, drawing lines from dot to dot.
“I had no idea you knew so much about the stars.” You say, fascinated by her vast knowledge of the sky.
“My family was kicked out of Junkertown. Left to wander the Wasteland the rest of our days. I got good at navigating by star. It was often the last light left in my life on those days. But I’ve got you, now, an everlasting lamplight.” She smiles at you, intertwining her fingers with yours.
She was surprisingly eloquent with her words, and continued to surprise you with every new day. Fall rolled around, and the days grew colder, and you only grew closer to Odessa. For example, learning that she could cook really well, but only if she was in a good mood. Otherwise, the food ended up burnt and tasted awful, meaning you ordered take out for delivery.
Then it was time for winter, marking about a year since you had made it to Junkertown. Odessa woke you up on a cold November morning extra cuddly. She had asked about your family, about your hometown and your high school friends. Odessa had never experienced that sort of thing, and she had been asking you over the last few days persistently.
Finally, that morning, she popped the question. Not that question, but the question, “Can I meet your family?”