[Center][b][color=ec008c]Shelby Jackson - Ace’s Diner [/color][/b][/center]

Shelby slid the bowl towards the edge of the table and dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “Thanks Ace, I really needed that.” She noticed Waylon call for another bowl, “Damn fatty.” She was finally able to relax a little as she leaned back and took a sip of water when Brandy popped in shortly after I man who sat at the end of the bar.

"Ace, Rook is coming for dinner, do you have enough food for him? I just wanted to let you know, I'm going to go and wait for him to get here. [i][b]OH[/b][/i], and I have a .22 pistol and aren't afraid to use it if anybody tries to hurt him. You need to look into his eyes, and then you will see he really is friendly."

Shelby slammed her hands on the table, “WHAT THE FUCK?” She slid from the booth and grabbed her hair, “IS SHE REALLY BRINGING THAT MUTIE HERE?”

“Shelby, relax dammit, it’ll be alright,” Waylon jumped up and put his hands on her shoulders, which she shrugged off.

“No, screw that, I’m going home. Not to mention if that twit actually tries to use that pistol of hers,” Shelby bit her lip and clenched her fist, “Ace, I think I’m gonna beat her ass, like I should’ve on our trip.”

Waylon snatched her up, “Calm. The. Fuck. Down. Shelby.” He spoke sternly, “She is as harmless as a dead radroach. Everyone here who has actually met him said that mutie is alright.”

“Ya’ll just wait, when you look into his eyes like the twit said, it’ll be as he’s about to use you as a chew toy,” Shelby struggled free of Waylon’s grip, “I’m out, thanks again Ace, the stew was great Waylon will pay for mine.” She stormed out of the diner and back to S&W to her place upstairs. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment before falling, “Why?” A few minutes later she decided to take a hot shower and calm down. Looking into the mirror, “Why? Why did you leave me? You leveled me out. You were something good in a world of shit, then you up and vanished.” She closed her eyes leaned against the sink and sighed, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it altogether waiting for you, maybe it’s time to move on?” Pulling off her tank top and wiggling out of her cutoff shorts she turned on the shower. It didn’t take it long to steam up the mirror as she watched her reflection slowly being engulfed into a haze. The hot water felt good against her skin, cascading down to her toes she ran her hands in her hair and closed her eyes, relishing in the often overlooked sensation of functional plumbing. As she let the water hit her face visions of Emily and the time they shared in New Vegas led her body to burn with anticipation. Slowly, her right hand caressed her own skin over her breasts and down her stomach, “[i]Ahhhh[/i],” her legs shook slightly. She licked her lips, the water beating from the showerhead onto her chest; she pinched herself with her left hand and allowed herself to back against the steamy wall of the shower. Her heart raced as her hand moved faster, rubbing against her. Gasping, she ever so slowly succumbed to the burning from deep within until she was on the tubs floor. Throwing her head back she moaned loudly, her body buckled, knees shook, and she curled her toes about to explode.

[b][I]PPFFFFFTTTT, SPLASH[/I][/B].

Shelby’s eyes shot open and she tore back the shower curtain, “[b]WHAT THE FUCK? WAYLON!!![/B]”

“Sorry, my shitter is broke. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself, I had gut rot,” Waylon smiled.

“WERE is right ASSHOLE!!!” Shelby turned off the shower and yanked a towel off the counter, “I can’t fucking believe you Waylon.”

“Hey, I couldn’t wait Shelby,” Waylon said while Shelby went out into the bedroom. He finished up and walked out to see Shelby standing with her back towards him still wrapped in her towel. He walked up and turned her around, placing his hands on her waist he picked her up and stared into her eyes, “I can help you with that you know?”

“Bu…” Waylon hushed her, “I…” Waylon smiled, “You’re right,” Shelby finally choked out, her heart had nearly skipped a beat. She pulled the back of Waylon’s head to her and they engaged in a long, passionate kiss. Waylon carried it to her over to the bed, laying her down with ease. She opened up the towel exposing herself, Waylon eased down on top of her and they kissed again. He kissed her neck causing her to tilt back her head and breathed deeply. Waylon peeled off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans; Shelby wrapped her legs around him. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with tears; she closed her arms around him, “Waylon…”


“I know, you can’t…yet,” Waylon managed a smile, “I do get it Shelby, I really do. I know we’ve been here before she ever came around. You are my friend,” he pushed her hair from her face, “I know the real you, and I know I can be an asshole. I want you to finally be happy, isn’t that why we left Calypso?” She nodded and wiped her nose with the corner of the towel. He stood back up and redid his pants and picked up his shirt, “You know you can always come to me, and I don’t mean just for sex either.”

“I know,” sniffed Shelby, ‘I’m sorry.”

“No worries, this is the furthest you’ve been, just try to get a good night’s sleep for once,” Waylon leaned down and kissed her cheek, “I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, “g’night.” She tossed the towel and got under the covers, tossing and turning until she was able to reach comfort before falling asleep with her torn heart.