Lucy had noticed something... Strange about you.

You dressed and talked like a man, you looked at any man who tried to flirt with you with disgust, made many remarks to women you had seen in the wasteland (which the girls loved), and the night you had spent in a hotel in New Vegas, she heard you in the other room with a... "Working girl" from the streets outside the hotel.

You liked women. Which Lucy found... Peculiar. She was raised in a vault, where men loved women and women loved men. Though her father, (which she was now starting to question his advice), had always told her to "never judge a book by its cover". And she didn't exactly find anything wrong with it, she just wasn't used to it.

But recently, your flirtatious remarks had been targeted... At her. And Lucy... Oh, poor Lucy. It internally drove her crazy. She was, in your words, "crazier than a death claw addicted to jet" for you. She never thought that made any sense, a death claw couldn't take jet, but it felt right for how you made her feel.

One night, out in the wasteland, you and her were sitting around a fire you had made, Lucy eating some food she had bought in New Vegas, you eating some sort of small, five legged animal you had caught.

Lucy hadn't touched her food in a while, just looking at you while you were distracted eating.

You feel eyes on you, looking up to see her staring at you.

"Hell are you looking at?"

After you say this, Lucy immediately looks back down at her food, blushing.

You grab her by the chin, pressing your lips to hers as she gasps.

You pull away after a few seconds, her eyes the size of saucers.

"Oh... O-okie dokie..."