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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[bellabelgium]

[ Yes, camping-- or at least the idea of camping. But if they got inside and zipped up the tent then there was no real difference. They'd be outside, under the stars, nestled between the trees with a view of his garden if she peeked out at just the right angle. Yes, a tent outside is camping.

The conveniences of BACKYARD camping however are what she used to sway him into the idea though. The bathroom is right inside, along with anything they wouldn't have to journey all the way back for or go without. And he had bought her such a nice dress for her birthday. She certainly couldn't risk ruining it while roughing out in the woods.

Still, she's doing her best to keep this as authentic as possible, bringing the beer she bought outside in a cooler full of ice, smiling at him as she steps out into his yard, looking like a contradiction in such a nice dress and sandals as she manhandles the cooler down the steps. ]

[handelaar]

[Not to mention that backyard camping was free, and that was the part that sold him the most on it. And, well, she had a point about the dress. If she wasn't gonna wear it, why bother.

He turns when he hears her come outside, blinking for a few moments with his cigarette dangling from his lips - she looks - uh - before he gives his head a shake and finishes that thought with like she needs some help, moron. In a few half-jogged strides he's across the lawn and at her side, reaching down to grab one end of the cooler whether she wants him to or not.]

Backtagging~

[bellabelgium]

[ Even like this words aren't an option... but that's alright. She's grown used to it. And though she would love to share a lot of words with him, she's been getting better at showing him how she feels instead of telling him.

Her eyes flutter open when she feels his weight on her, glancing down smiling softly as soft tufts of hair brush and tickle at her skin, letting him nose at her. He smells like warm tobacco and fresh grass and the sun, his skin warm to the touch. It's familiar and cozy and reminds her of days when they used to sit out in the tall grass, hidden in their own little world, laying in comfortable silence as they watched the sun travel and sink and clouds darken and stars twinkle into view one by one.

She wraps her arms around him immediately, welcoming all of it and all of him into her little warm, glowing world as she holds him close and gently combs her fingers through the ends of his hair. ]

I was waiting for you to join me...

[handelaar]

[He's not thinking of anything outside of the moment. Sunlight and fresh grass and yeast and warm syrup, he has that, he's wrapped in that -

The feel of her fingers through his hair only adds to it, and he lets his eyes settle shut. Who gives a shit about the sun when something else radiates more than that. Still, she combs through his hair and he presses further - close but not responsive, simply the seeping heat of skin through cloth to skin once again.

She speaks, and he can't help but insist through the warm weight of his hips, his chest. Pressing, joining, it's all the same - right?

Backtag~

[bellabelgium]

[ She smiles and rests her head back against his shoulder, still scratching his head affectionately and nodding. ]

I wouldn't dream of it.

[ She leans down to kiss his lips before she rolls off of him, crawling out of the tent and heading inside for an apron... and anything else they may need. ]

[handelaar]

[That almost gets another snort from him before she cuts him off, and he lets his eyes flutter shut as she kisses him. Barely cracks them open and rolls his head to the side, watching her go, totally unwilling to move more than that even after she disappears inside.

And then he remembers that there's cheese in the cooler. Cheese and beer. Hmm. Maybe if he stares at it long enough...]

Backtag!

[bellabelgium]

[ She just sighs and shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. ]

Nevermind. Just get in there and make it nice for me, okay? I'll call you back out when the food is ready.

[handelaar]

[No not nevermind, all of his huffiness says no no no.]

We're sharing.

[Yeah for some reason this must be beaten into his head. The uncertainty has been introduced and it hasn't been banished yet.]

[bellabelgium]

[ To which she just smiles at him continues eating. She honestly loves seeing people enjoying her food... even if he is just scarfing it down instead of really savoring it. Then again, maybe that's for the best. ]

ffff I can't whitetext with this layout NO

[handelaar]

[He looks back.... and oh, this is one of those moments where he's hit with a really dumb, really really dumb, really cringeworthy idea.]

[And hey, in his head it's kinda cute and romantic.]

[In execution, it's him frowning down at his food, selecting the best piece he can find, stabbing it with his fork, and kind of wimping out to tentatively hold it up to her mouth, like maybe she'll laugh at him for thinking of it.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She's already washing her hands when she glances out the window, watching him as he hoists the pile of supplies up and brings them back inside. She can't help but smile at him as he helps clean up. Even outside, he's a neat freak. ]

[handelaar]

[While he manages to cross the yard, open the door, and nudge it closed without incident, he's hit a hangup at the door mat. There are blades of grass stuck to his bare feet, and they refuse to budge no matter how much he huffs at them as he wipes his feet against the mat.

Then he tries wiping them against the opposite pants leg, because anything is better than messing up his precious kitchen floor. He... probably resembles one of those storks that hang out in his marshes so often.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She lets him pull her down with him with a laugh, laying beside him and looking up in awe. The view is something else, the stars seem so bright, framed with petals and leaves from the trees and laced with the sweet smell of Jasmine.

She blushes when he takes her and and gives closer, letting him point out the stars with her fingers. ]

I do see them. Just barely.

[handelaar]

That's his torso...

[And then he goes back to Vega, the brightest star in the sky overhead, muttering "Lyra" as he traces it out before tracing out a triangle.]

Vega... Altair... Deneb...

[One of the corners is lost in the black of the leaves, but he knows it's there, and makes them point anyway.]

[bellabelgium]

[ There's a serious conflict raging inside as he goes about this slow, intense pace, unsure if she should try and direct it in one way or the other but combination of both is driving a little wild. The fact that he can keep himself paced at all when he's clearly craving it is impressive, but it's what it's doing to her that's surprising. Her stomach feels tight and the air itself starts to feel warmer with the heat surrounding them, her senses... the world filling with nothing not him, the feel and smell and taste of him thick in the summer heat making her heart pound in her chest, intoxicating her.

Every hard, slow grind against her makes her erupt with a new wave of shivers, her lips peeling away and head rolling back to let out a groan as shaky hands wander low, cupping and squeezing his ass, encouraging him to rock harder, nearly begging him to do something about the throbbing ache between her legs. ]

[handelaar]

[Just as he gets lost enough in all that is them to let his hips jerk forward and groan against her lips he tears himself away to sit back on his knees, chest heaving, jaw tight, eyes glued down at her moonlit form spread on the blanket and feeling no need to hide the way he's looking at her, no need to shove down that look she's only seen in flashes. Takes the sight of her in, flits over slightly messy curls and skewed ribbon to finally meet those bright eyes of hers, stalling and licking his lips for a moment (thinking that no painting could ever do her justice) before they go down, down, like he's memorizing it all anyway, gaze dark and intense and possessive for the duration.

Slips his hand further up her thigh and watches as her skirt gathers over his wrist and the warmth of her skin is exposed to the night (to him), beneath - takes it away only a moment later when it gets to be too much, the tremors in his hand giving it away. And he thinks it, nearly mouths it - mine - keeps his eyes locked on hers as he carefully starts to tug off his shirt.]

[bellabelgium]

[ It's fun getting this kind of reaction from him, watching him struggle with it the way he does-- trying so hard to be careful with her as though she's some precious fragile thing. If she was... she would not be running her tongue over his cock the way she is, eyes locked on him, lips tugged up with a smirk as she takes her time, working over him slowly, lingering just at his his tip and letting the skin cool before she's pressing her lips to him though his boxers, warming him up again. ]

[handelaar]

[And it's fun watching her play with him like this, sort of. Fun, in that she is clearly enjoying it, but what he feels instead of lighthearted anything is a hot, dark, almost dirty pull of arousal and the fact that he feels that way makes it better and worse all the same. Maybe it's all in his head but the way she's moving, looking at him, fucking smirking at him and teasing with that tongue and those lips of hers and - there's definitely something there. Some push, some pull, some dare.

That, combined with the feel of her lips against him, gets a hiss of her name as his eyes flutter closed for a split second - only long enough to keep from - something - but when they open it's only to lick his lips and meet her gaze, encouraging. Almost pleading. Almost.]

[bellabelgium]

[ His relentless thrusting is something else entirely, something completely new with something so familiar-- it's an all new experience if only because it's with him and it just drives her further, making her lose a little more control as she meets his hips thrust for thrust.

There aren't words to describe what she's feeling right now, the way he's taking her and holding her and gripping at her, the sounds he's making, the breaths (or lack thereof) he's taking, his gasping his sighing, the way he feels, and smells and looks and tastes-- she's drunk on it and she wants more, she wants it all, wants to see him like this every time.

She groans against his skin softly, pressing all of herself against him, pushing him back against the blankets as she rocks harder and harder against him, letting that hot friction take her as she squeezes him with her thighs and rakes a hand through his hair roughly. ]

[handelaar]

[This - wasn't how the thought this would go - in his mind it was meant to be slow, under the stars, languid and lovemaking along with all the cheesy cliches the idea brought forth - romantic or whatever - and the way that they're tangling into one another is almost desperate and he finds that he really doesn't care because this is more real than silly ideals. He'd feel bad for being this fucking close but how can he when every motion, every sound, every little pant and sigh and tremble of her thighs consumes him.

She always did know how to surprise and maybe that's what keeps him so enthralled, after all this time.

She groans, and she rocks, and he lets out the tiniest little sound when she shoves him back and he meets her gaze and comes, trying so damn hard not to shut his eyes against all the sensation.]

[bellabelgium]

[ And as he's looking up at Deneb she's hoping that it and the stars around it seem brighter after that, that the night air seems lighter and the jasmine smells sweeter and that she feels warmer and softer and that everything is what he was hoping for tonight. ]

Are you alright?

[handelaar]

Mm?

[He doesn't actually glance down, too absorbed in looking up, but he brings a hand up to her hair and brushes it behind her ear just to let her know he's actually paying attention.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She may have overloaded him again. She doesn't mean to do that and she almost apologizes before she feels him nuzzle into her hair. She knows what that means. He wants to say something, he wants to match those words and he's trying but he can't; please forgive him, please keep loving him despite his inability to say what he feels across verbally, despite all his imperfections, despite everything-- and she does. Because she always has and she always will. Because their completely imperfect love is so completely perfect it hurts her.

She lets her eyes slip shut as he nuzzles her, reaching back to thread her fingers into soft hair, curling into it gently and turning her head just slightly to feel the tip of his nose against her skin. ]

[handelaar]

[That's exactly the reassurance he was hoping to get from her - she gets it, he can't say anything and it's fine and she's okay with that. With them. He lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, lets his eyes slip shut. Leans his jaw warm and close right against her temple, and lets the smallest curl of a smile brush against her skin as he murmurs, low, something just between them... even if the words come out a bit reluctantly, the answer to her original question, belatedly.]

"I hoped. Didn't think about it, though." A lie, and he catches it, clears his throat to correct it. "I mean - tried not to."

[bellabelgium]

Then what did? And why are you offering me cheese for it?

oh that's a new thread welp

[handelaar]

It's good cheese.

[Simple answers come first.]