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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]

[ 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.

[handelaar]

[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.]

[bellabelgium]

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. ]

[handelaar]

[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.]