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F!Courier/Veronica - Nudism
Date: 2012-01-19 08:59 pm (UTC)To Veronica, however, the female Courier's constant casual and confident nudity is both an incredible turn-on and a source of deep admiration for the woman. As a result her desire to hide, to be hooded and cloaked, comes into ever more violent conflict with her newfound urge to be naked and exposed, to show herself without fear or shame.
One day Veronica just can't take it any more and goes to the Courier to ask her for help becoming a nudist as well...
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OK, so, the above is sort of my 'ideal prompt'. Only the first part of it is the most important to me (and the second part is slightly less important and the last little sentence is the least important).
So while, in my heart of hearts, I would like a f!Courier/Veronica fic, I absolutely would not mind of a fill just about the f!Courier being a nudist (and how that affects the people around her/politics in the Mojave/New Vegas or how she came to forego clothes or whatever you feel like doing with the essential premise of the f!Courier prefering to be naked over being clothed).
No rape, no dub-con, none of that stuff. Just some happy, carefree nudity in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Smut liked, but optional.
Re: F!Courier/Veronica - Nudism
Date: 2012-01-19 11:30 pm (UTC)Re: F!Courier/Veronica - Nudism
Date: 2012-01-21 03:21 pm (UTC)Re: F!Courier/Veronica - Nudism
Date: 2012-01-23 11:11 pm (UTC)I'll be chipping in a "thirded" and "please make this happen"
Microfill, "Just her and the twilight", F!Courier being naked
Date: 2012-01-29 11:25 pm (UTC)Summary: A short scene of the Courier enjoying being naked.
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A shack in the middle of nowhere. Just the dying sun, a porch, and the Courier sitting on a chair. She's wearing nothing but an old straw hat to keep her hair up. She holds her favorite hunting rifle, its butt resting on her thigh, close to her crotch.
She's waiting for the night to cool down the air. Sweat forms on her bare skin. She sighs, tired. She enjoys the feeling of her loose breasts in the process, and smiles.
She leans back on the chair. It's an old piece of furniture, it creaks as she moves, but its age also makes the wood feel smoother under her butt. She lifts a leg, rests it on the railing. She lifts the other, and crosses it over the first one. Smiling, she stretches her toes, looking at the sun now directly behind them. She decides to let the rifle rest too, and puts it aside. She rubs her belly, gently, scratches an insignificant itch. Then lays her hands there, casually. The sun is about to hit the horizon.
Her cheeks are red, her whole body sweaty. She would give anything for a bath, but water is too scarce. She takes off her hat, leans her head, and uses it to gently fan her neck. Sweat drips from there, and travels down her round breasts.
The movement brings some cool air to her face, but the air still feels dense. Crickets begin to sing their song. The sun is almost down, and everything looks red.
The air starts to change. She feels the beginning of a cool breeze hit her feet, travel up her legs. It caresses her most intimate nooks, and finally reaches her face. She smiles, relieved. Lets her arm rest, opens her hand and the hat falls to the ground.
She takes her legs down, and slides her butt further down the chair, spreading her legs in the process. The breeze is gentle. It's refreshing and clean, it doesn't bring sand or dust. Only the smell of rocks that have been toasted by the sun all day.
The sun is down now. The stars begin to claim the sky with their light. Coyotes howl in the distance. Temperature drops, and the Courier feels the hairs on her arm stand up. It's getting chilly. Her nipples stand too, hardening, sending shivers down her spine. Lazily, the Courier abandons her favorite chair.
She walks out of the porch, feels the dirt under her feet. She approaches her small, dormant campfire, and squats by it. She takes one last look at her darkening surroundings, admiring the intimacy of the sunset. She lights the fire, but then stands up and walks further away from her camp.
She walks into the taller grass surrounding the place. She stands there, still like a statue, and closes her eyes. The fire is almost mute. Only the sounds and smells of the desert surrounds her. The swift wind moves the grass, and it caresses her thighs like a lover would.
For a moment, she feels like the only person on a wild Earth, and it's beautiful.
Re: Microfill, "Just her and the twilight", F!Courier being naked
Date: 2012-01-30 09:08 am (UTC)Re: Microfill, "Just her and the twilight", F!Courier being naked
Date: 2012-02-04 12:54 am (UTC)