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[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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[When she pulls back, he pulls his hand away, more gentle than he feels like being simply because he can feel her smile press beneath his kiss and he doesn't want to wreck her bliss. His free arm wraps around her and he finally sighs out, long, trying to rid himself of the desire to litter little marks across her, still, in one drawn-out breath. Instead, he nuzzles, once.

Old habits and all.]

[ She doesn't fight or whine when he pulls away, reaching up to thread her fingers through his hair, scratching affectionately at his scalp and letting out a soft, content sigh into his ear. She's happy. And she can tell he is as well which only makes her happier. In fact, she can't remember the last time she's felt so comfortable. ]

Make time stop...

[Nuzzling is abandoned as soon as she scratches his scalp, in lieu of plunking his head right down onto her shoulder and letting his shoulders slump. Still, he doesn't keep his huff away when he hears her words, because that's just silly and impossible.

That he pulls her tighter, closer - okay, fine, maybe he agrees with her sentiment.]

[ The moment his head drops onto her shoulder she smiles, leaning that way to rest against him, still showering him with affection, still scratching and holding and dipping her won head down a little to brush her lips against his ear.

That huff didn't go unnoticed either. It's all just silly afterglow speak, nothing to be take too seriously. The sentiment remains though. If she can just stay like this with him for the next thousand years or so she would be more than okay with that.

She laughs softly, gently in his ear before pressing a sweet kiss to the shell, whispering more sweet, tender sentiment into his ear, not sure if she wants to make him more huffy or blushy or both. ]

Just and you and me here making love under the stars... the jasmine and the fireflies, the soft grass, the warm breeze-- only stopping to catch our breath and do it all over again.

[His eyes open, lashes fluttering against her skin, once she lowers her mouth to his ear. Her words, her heavy breath and sweet tone of her voice, they end in a few more flicks of his lashes as he takes them in. At making love the blush starts right up - and even if he'd huff at the middle part normally (unless it were neatly ordered into a poem, something with rules, something that makes sense, something more permanent and tangible than a fleeting desire) the rest, the end, sucks his breath in and keeps him from it.]

Ah...

[Do it over again... he can't decide if that's a ridiculous wish or a legitimate request, but just in case.]

I could - try.

[ She blinks and it takes her a moment to realize what he's saying before she lets out a soft laugh in his ear. ]

It's alright. You exhausted me with that teasing... I just want to rest with you.

[The laugh just makes him bury his face further into her shoulder, eyes shuttering shut. Right.

It's a combination of changing the subject and indulging her that causes him to lean back and flop them down to the blanket, and only after the fact does he feel the tension seep out of his thighs, down his lower back - he hadn't noticed the strain that the trousers at his ankles put upon the rest of him, caught up as we was.]

[ She laughs again when he buries her face in her shoulder, hand coming up to cradle his head, letting him hide as she nuzzles his hair gently.

She doesn't let go when he falls back, falling with him and resting against him, letting him have all her weight and warmth and her dress falling around his nearly naked form as it settles around them. ]

[And he sees no reason to push her away, even if his gaze makes its way up to the sky - catches and hangs on Deneb, whatever - she curls around him and he can't find a why not about it.

So why not.

His arms wrap around her, her dress wraps around him, the crickets chirp and the moonlight illuminates the jasmine and the lilies and sends it all out to curl around the both of them.]

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Speaking of I have to get that one of them over here.

Which one?

starstruck

Aww yes. I like that one.

Shazzam! Also it's facepalm at Ned o'clock

Hee! And Buhyoo, Ned. I can't handre you sometimes.

...secret sap.

NOT so secret sap. :)

wow "shuttering shut" gj self I MEANT TIGHT SECOND TIME