Christine couldn’t believe what she was doing, but she was determined to make her first time with Veronica special. There wasn’t much room for special in the Brotherhood of Steel, especially when your relationship was frowned on by over half of the organization including both her parents and Father Elijah. Veronica loved tinkering with gadgets, but she also spent some time looking up the old world culture to understand the origin of some of those gadgets. Last year she’d found a green string of wire with some sockets for small bulbs, it had taken a few days for Christine to find the strange contraption in the data bases but she’d learned that colored bulbs were usually screwed into the sockets and the wire strung around homes to decorate it for a gift giving holiday. She’d shared that much with Veronica, and then set about setting up a plan.
She’d bribed a few of the younger knights to look for the bulbs that might fit the sockets on the wire with a promise of a few extra rounds for their pistols. A few months later she’d ended up with quite a few bulbs for her string of lights, so many that she had a few back up sets. She quickly learned that the lights were wired in series so she needed many of her spares as she was beginning to test the string. It had a few wiring issues that caused surges that blew many of the bulbs early on, she fixed them over time, at times enlisting the help of other scribes that worked with Veronica as she had almost no skill with anything beyond basic repair. It took her a few months more to get the lights operational, then a few weeks to find a space small and out of the way enough for her to string up the lights.
In the year that had passed, Veronica had become increasingly interested in Christmas and the lore surrounding it. Christine would listen to her prattle on about Santa Claus, a ridiculous idea even in the old world, reindeer that flew, preposterous, and decorating houses with strings of light. She was especially exicted about decorating as Veronica had an obsession with pretty things that she was never allowed to express in the utilitarian world they lived in. She paid special attention when the brunnete talked about the lights and how they were strung to highlight the borders of the houses in a flattering way. Many people used strings of different colors to draw the eye around their house in equal parts. Most of it was hard to make sense of through description alone, and she often despaired because she had only one short string of lights and that would certainly not impress Veronica the way a whole house would. Christine had never even seen a house much less knew how to build a small one in an out of the way place, plus she wouldn’t be able to string it with lights.
Nearly defeated, she’d chosen a closet and cleared it out over time, reorganizing nearby closets to fit the supplies that this one had held. Within a few months most forgot the old closet and used the new system. She rerouted other supply rooms to further isolate that portion of the bunker so that in the coming months it would be deserted for her plan to woo Veronica. She sneakily looked up patterns of decoration but quickly grew disheartened because the lack of pictures and the fact that the few resources she had were nearly useless the black and white state that showed no color, barely showcased the positions of the lights. Eventually she settled to wrap the lights on the shelves that she’d shoved up against the walls of the closet, she’d made sort of a nest of old bedding in the center, between the shelves. She’d uncovered another old string of lights by paying off younger children to look for them. By the time she deemed the closet ready for presentation, the whole thing was luminescent with brightly colored bulbs twinkling a soft multi colored glow about the small space. She was certain Veronica would love it.
Getting Veronica to the love nest was a complicated procedure. The date she’d taken Veronica on that night consisted as usual of her hacking a work terminal to show a prewar film from a holo recovered years ago, dinner she’d snuck from the mess with a few helpful companions, and then a final walk around the bunker. She’d tricked Veronica into coming into the nearly abandoned section of the bunker by taking a wrong turn and doubling back incorrectly. The other girl was more interested in the conversation and too busy taking advantage of the deserted passageways to sneak small kisses. Soon they were backed up into a wall, hands roving over soft flesh as they met breathlessly. Christine gently freed Veronica’s hair from the hood and swept her fingers through the soft tresses, the girl whimpered into her mouth as she tugged. Christine felt a hand slip under her waistband eagerly. She pulled back with a smile. Veronica looked utterly confused for a few seconds before blushing with an apology on her lips. The bald girl kissed her gently before she could utter them.
Wordlessly she led Veronica to the closet. She made her close her eyes, covering them for good measure with the other girl’s hood. She opened the door and pulled Veronica carefully inside. She flicked the switch to bring the in closet power online. The lights flickered to life, casting the warm soft glow about the room. She removed Veronica’s hood and watched the girl’s face light up with comprehension. They kissed again, this time hands clawing to remove clothes before tumbling down in a nearly unclothed heap on top of the bedding. Christine did not resist as Veronica climbed over her, hands capturing her wrists and moving them above her head. She kept them there even as Veronica’s hands released them and moved to cup her breasts. The brunette let her lips sear against Christine’s cold skin, capturing a nipple between her lips and nipping at her. Christine thrashed weakly, her lips clamped together. Veronica slid her palms lower, one hand deftly spreading Christine for her purposes while the other entered her stiffly. The soft cry the scribe gave her was nearly heartbreaking in its purity. Christine cracked an eye and looked up at Veronica, still frozen in place. The girl leaned down to kiss her first love gently, an apology in the kiss, and found the other girl thrusting her hips up just as their torsos met.