They walked, or in her case, skipped, just a little while longer. When they stopped the courier began to undress herself. O'Hanrahan watched in a trance as she removed piece by piece, the leather armor, the tank top, even her hair tie, until she was clad in only a pair of underwear.
"Come on, strip down. Unless you want to get your fatigues wet." With that the courier walked into the lake.
O'hanrahan gave in after a minute or two, and like the courier, stripped down to his boxers.
"Finally, I was beginning to think I would be going alone."
"Nah, just appreciating the view."
The courier giggled, glad to have him coming out of his innocent shell. "Then come with me, it's not too far from here."
The courier felt at ease as the water cooled her from the Mojave heat, with each stroke through the water she could see the caked on dirt and blood leave her skin. O'Hanrahan swam with the courier towards the deeper end of the lake.
"It's down here, hold your breath." The courier took his arm again and swam to the bottom.
They observed the odd looking machine at the bottom of the lake, taking in the structures of the old golf cart with childlike bewilderment. The stayed under the lake for only moments before returning to the surface to replenish their lungs with oxygen.
"So how did you find this?" O'Hanrahan inquired.
"I was looking for these things called fish when I came across it. Pretty neat, huh?"
He swam idle for a moment, thinking over what exactly a 'fish' might be before responding. "Yeah. What do you think it is?"
"I don't know. It sorta looks like those abandoned cars along the highway but.. different. I'm still trying to figure it out but no one seems to understand what I'm talking about." The courier shrugged before swimming back to the shore, O'Hanrahan following short.
The courier removed her underwear, the last article of clothing on her body and stretched across the sand.
"Why are you naked?" He asked the courier as he sat beside her, too bashful to look at her exposed skin.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm not getting inside of that outfit with soggy clothes underneath. Its bad enough when blood gets trapped inside." The courier looked at him, noticing that he was intensely staring at the now vacant water. She grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to look at her. "I suggest you do the same."
"Umm, I'm not sure."
The courier rolled her eyes and climbed over him to straddle his lap. "Fine then. I'll make you."
Baby Is What He Calls Me 4/?
"Come on, strip down. Unless you want to get your fatigues wet." With that the courier walked into the lake.
O'hanrahan gave in after a minute or two, and like the courier, stripped down to his boxers.
"Finally, I was beginning to think I would be going alone."
"Nah, just appreciating the view."
The courier giggled, glad to have him coming out of his innocent shell. "Then come with me, it's not too far from here."
The courier felt at ease as the water cooled her from the Mojave heat, with each stroke through the water she could see the caked on dirt and blood leave her skin. O'Hanrahan swam with the courier towards the deeper end of the lake.
"It's down here, hold your breath." The courier took his arm again and swam to the bottom.
They observed the odd looking machine at the bottom of the lake, taking in the structures of the old golf cart with childlike bewilderment. The stayed under the lake for only moments before returning to the surface to replenish their lungs with oxygen.
"So how did you find this?" O'Hanrahan inquired.
"I was looking for these things called fish when I came across it. Pretty neat, huh?"
He swam idle for a moment, thinking over what exactly a 'fish' might be before responding. "Yeah. What do you think it is?"
"I don't know. It sorta looks like those abandoned cars along the highway but.. different. I'm still trying to figure it out but no one seems to understand what I'm talking about." The courier shrugged before swimming back to the shore, O'Hanrahan following short.
The courier removed her underwear, the last article of clothing on her body and stretched across the sand.
"Why are you naked?" He asked the courier as he sat beside her, too bashful to look at her exposed skin.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm not getting inside of that outfit with soggy clothes underneath. Its bad enough when blood gets trapped inside." The courier looked at him, noticing that he was intensely staring at the now vacant water. She grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to look at her. "I suggest you do the same."
"Umm, I'm not sure."
The courier rolled her eyes and climbed over him to straddle his lap. "Fine then. I'll make you."