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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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[ She watches him as he crawls in with her, and though he does take up a considerable amount of space, there's enough room to accommodate him and more. ]

So why'd you get such a big one?

Sale.

[It really isn't more complicated than that, so he leaves it there and starts searching around for a lantern - the sun's going down - and his stash.]

Haha, of course.

[ As if it could be anything else. She leans back on her hands and watches him as he fishes around for something. ]

What're you looking for?

[For a moment he pauses, then decides that he doesn't really care and keeps searching.]

My weed. Packed it somewhere.

[In a few waterproof bags ensconced within another bag, of course. Hey, this shit was good, and even if it wasn't he was not about to let it go to waste.]

Your weed. You won't let me make a sandwich inside but it's alright for you to have your weed...

It's out here.

[Totally legit. And, hey, he finds it... pulls it out and isn't sure what to do in the face of her disdain. Welp.]

You're an ass.

[ She glances at the bag before snatching it up and looking it over, before she tosses it back to him. ]

Roll it up.

[He knows better than to question it, so he sits up and crosses his legs, pulls out a paper, dumps some, and starts sorting out the seeds and stems from the leaves. Picks everything out carefully, meticulously - finally gets something he approves of within the confines of the paper and begins rolling it.

Looks over at her as he licks the paper, expression neutral, but he can't quite keep the teasing look out of his eyes. Ha ha, you asked, Bel. Though he might not say it aloud, his brows do - this is some serious shit. Good shit, no skimping. A shift and he has his lighter out from his pocket, only lighting it as a courtesy before handing it over.]

[ She can see it there, just like she sees everything in his eyes, and for a moment she almost wonders what she got herself into.

Still, she can't help but admire the care he puts into rolling this one. She isn't sure if this is just how he always does it or if he's putting such care into it because SHE told him to roll one up but she takes it carefully once it's lit, looking at him for a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a drag.

She holds it in for a long moment, letting out a soft cough before handing it back to him, exhaling a long stream of smoke through her mouth and nostrils. ]

[It's a bit of both, but like hell is he gonna elaborate. And he almost looks smug as he watches her take a drag, even more so when she coughs, but some other part is busy watching her lips and couldn't give a shit.

Until she holds it back out, that is. Like he's gonna waste it. He plucks it from her fingers, easy, and takes a drag, just as easy. The second drag, though, he lets his eyes flutter shut for, and keeps them shut once it hits. After - he holds it out, eyes still closed, and lets it burn for a moment. Just. Adjusting. He keeps it there, hanging between them, not too concerned over who gets it next, or if it burns out in the meantime.]

[ She's already taken her hit, she's committed now. She can't just let it burn out after all the care he put into rolling it on her command.

She takes it from him, the tips of her fingers brushing his lightly as she grips it between them, bringing it back to her lips for another long, slow drag.

It has been a while since she's smoked anything, let alone this-- she's lost the feel for the burn in her throat and smoke in her lungs. But it is familiar. And it only takes a minute or so to start feeling what she wasn't expecting for at least a few more hits.

There's a sudden wave of lightness, a euphoria that washes over her slowly, trickling down her neck and shoulders, trailing down her spine and sides, her mind feeling as though all of her thoughts are uncoiling slowly, one by one.

There's a small smile as she slowly blows out a third time, slowly resting back against the padded sleeping bag beneath her, eyes fluttering closed as she holds it out for him. ]

[About the time she lays back is the time that he decides to cut her off - assuming he's the more sober one, here - and he probably is. How long that will last, though.

He takes it from her, but goddamn is she distracting. It's only after the fact that he notices that the joint has been burning between his fingers, too busy running his eyes up from her skirts to her waist to her neck to her eyes. For a beat or two, he lets that look linger, flit about the smile and up to her eyes again, down to the sleeping pad beneath -

A half turn of his body tears him away from her gaze and lets him finish this damn thing off.]

[ Her tolerance for this has definitely deteriorated over the decades but at the moment, she's wondering how anyone can consider this feeling bad.

She lays there, honey colored curls fanned out around her head, long, slender arms reaching up and back over her head as she stretches and shifts against the sleeping bag, eyes open but lidded, caramel lashed framing clear, crystalline emeralds.

She's been in and out of the house for hours to help set things up, leaving her with a soft glow about her, her skin smelling of the summer breeze and the garden and the sun itself. She feels good, and warm, enjoying the feel of the skirt shifting with her, moving against the skin on her thighs. ]

...this was a good idea.

[He flicks it out of the tent, once he's done - takes a long, deep breath before he decides that maybe he should turn back -

And his resolve is interrupted by her words. It makes him take a few breaths before he even tries to respond, and she just sounds so damn happy. Instead of answering he turns to her, awkward, fumbling, gets stopped by how she looks and hell yes this was a good idea and he wants to press his nose between her collarbone and between her breasts and between her anything she wishes. Between the fading rays filtering through the tent there are flashes of her thighs, her dress, her fucking goddamn satisfied smile, and he's speechless.]

Bel -

[That's all that comes out.]

Mm?

[ It's light and airy and all she can respond with, resting there under the last few lingering rays of real sun she knows they're going to have for the rest of the day, simply bathing in it, soaking in the broken golden pools of light. ]

[Fuck.]

You're -

[Words are way too hard. He rolls himself on top of her and presses in, noses at where the sunlight hits instead and chokes up under everything he'd like to say, tongue frozen in more ways than one. It's more reverential than sexual, but he can't really help himself. Close is what he's looking for, and close isn't something that comes easily. Certainly not in words.]

Edited (better icon) 2012-07-07 07:56 (UTC)

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