Wash up

The tasks of foraging and scouting had taken their toll on Serenade and Pulse, leaving them covered in a layer of dirt and grime. As they sat by the riverbank, examining the gathered supplies, Pulse eyed Serenade with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You know," Pulse began, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "we've got this beautiful river right here. I say we take advantage of it."

Serenade raised an eyebrow, curious. "Take advantage of it how?"

Pulse chuckled, "Well, we've been through a lot since the crash, and a little cleanliness won't hurt. Besides, we're not guaranteed another chance like this anytime soon."

Serenade looked down at her dirt-stained clothes, a rugged brown jacket with patches telling tales of past battles and worn cargo pants. A hesitant smile played on her lips. "You're suggesting we... wash up?"

Pulse nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Exactly! Let's start with our outer gear. Clean clothes are crucial for survival, after all."

With a shared understanding, the two women unburdened themselves of their outer layers. Serenade's jacket, a military relic bearing scars of the crash, revealed a strong yet weathered spirit. Pulse's faded blue utility jumpsuit, a uniform worn during medical duties, hinted at the resilience that came with caring for others in the face of adversity.

Serenade:

A woman of sturdy build and a soldier's grace stands at an average height. Her short-cropped auburn hair hints at practicality, allowing for ease in the midst of action. Strong shoulders and a sculpted physique reveal a history of combat training. Her hazel eyes reflect a mix of determination and a touch of wariness earned from surviving the rim world's challenges.

In the midst of undressing by the river, Serenade reveals a sports bra that provides both support and flexibility for her C-cup breasts, showcasing the practical mindset of a survivalist. Grey French cut panties, accentuate her strong legs. Scars from past battles tell silent stories on her exposed skin, a testament to her resilience.

Pulse:

With a more slender frame, it exudes an air of calm amid chaos. Her long, midnight hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, giving a touch of softness to her demeanor. Slender fingers and gentle curves hint at a background in the medical field, where precision and care are paramount. The jumpsuit, unzipped and tied around her waist, unveils a form-fitting tank top that complements her figure.

As she undresses by the river, Pulse reveals a comfortable yet stylish set of lingerie, the color of faded denim. The bra, adorned with delicate lace, contrasts with the practicality of her jumpsuit. Matching boy shorts provide coverage with a subtle flair.

Serenade, standing in her sports bra, surveyed the landscape. She furrowed her brow, breaking the thoughtful silence. "You know, there's not much point in bathing with our underwear on. Might as well let everything dry properly."

Pulse, with a playful glint in her eyes, grinned. "You've got a point there. It's not like anyone else is around to judge. Let's make the most of this."

With a decisive nod, Serenade unclasped her sports bra and removed it, She tossed it onto the pile of clothes drying on the shore. Pulse, seizing the opportunity, unhooked her lace-adorned bra and added it to the drying collection.

The river's gentle current whispered secrets as she stood there for a moment, exposed but unashamed, before stepping out of her boyshorts and joining her clothes on the shore. Pulse, following suit, shed her remaining undergarments.

The two women, now completely bare, stood by the riverside, feeling the cool breeze against their skin. There was a sense of liberation, a shared understanding that in this untamed world, survival required shedding more than just physical grime.

Pulse couldn't help but smirk, breaking the tension with a touch of humor. "Well, I guess this is one way to make the rim world our own, right?"

Serenade chuckled, a lightness in her eyes. "Adaptability, Pulse. You said it yourself. No more living on a fucking spaceship"

As they bathed in the river, the remnants of the day's challenges washed away, Serenade and Pulse embraced the vulnerability of their shared experience. The drying clothes on the shore bore witness to the beautiful women, and the rim world's mysteries awaited them as the sun dipped below the horizon, marking the end of a day when survival meant more than just staying alive.