Chapter Text
It took far longer for Six to mentally prepare to try on the dresses than she would ever like to admit.
While the courier wasn’t ashamed or insecure about her looks, quite the opposite. But it was hard to deny she often stuck out like a sore thumb, as despite her years of trecking across the wasteland her body still held a pudge that was hard to find in the Mojave.
The softness of her belly leading down to a set of full hips that gave her a not-quite-hourglass figure as her chest sat small and perky despite the rest of her being quite filled out.
But this was a vulnerability rarely even allowed by her, because out on the road in her armor and duster she was charismatic, sharp, dangerous but here in the soft flickering glow of the hotel room lights, in nothing but her worn panties and thin undershirt, she was soft, shy and nervous to meet Veronica for their planned ‘girls night’
Taking off the undershirt, she decides on the lacy satin slip dress Veronica had pulled out earlier.
Making her way to the mirror she studies her reflection, the long dress reaching to the floor, her legs peaking from the slit running to her upper thigh. Lace framing the softness of her thigh peeking out when she walks, and held up at the top by thin straps that would seemingly fail to hold anyone with larger breasts than her.
As she finished getting ready, her mind couldn’t help but wander to her companion for the evening.
Thoughts racing with ideas of what she may pick out for herself to wear tonight.
Since meeting, Veronica had become one of their closets friends, bonding over their similar combat styles and eventually becoming permanent roommates after Veronica left the brotherhood, things were good before Six left, their months apart shifting the couriers view on her companion as the thought of getting back to her kept her going through the sierra madre. Her efforts to stamp out these feelings were valiant, and even somewhat successful before eventually making her way to that fateful drive in theater
She would never tell Veronica she was what drove her there, running from the fear of crossing a boundary with her silly feelings of love. All six knew was that she could never tell her how she truly felt, hell, as far as Veronica knew Six was straight!
Six spent much longer in the big Mt than she had in previous adventures.
By the time she came back to New Vegas she expected to return to nothing, back from the metaphorical grave again.
But when she made her way back into the lucky 38 to the presidential suite, and saw Veronica sleeping curled up in what had originally been the couriers bed, all she felt was a dull ache in her stomach and relief in her heart as she made her way to the guest room, letting her companion continue to sleep soundly with Rex by her feet.
There will be time to catch up when she’s awake.