[Past] Salt Water and Sandwiches

What if I want all the dates at once? She asked, the edge of teasing and seriousness blending some -- she really wasn't sure what made it a "date" other than it was activities done together, and then they had some time apart -- and each activity was different, and didn't have sex together at the end. She liked it -- and it was expanding her horizons in the process. All things that had her planning things like making him a nice vest, her hands walking up his back, and then across his shoulders, taking stealth measurements. I won't get carried away, no drum solos on this song, at least. Maybe one day, when I have you laid out in the bed, so that you can be at rest as I ravage your skin with my hands.

She loved the way he looked at her, it was... she'd never really seen that sort of look out of anyone before. Coop or Nate had to be the closest, like she was loved in a way that wasn't just because -- but because they could. She liked the feeling that caused in her chest, the warmth that spread and sort of wrapped it's arms around her like a comforting hug. You'll join me in the water right? I read in a book that someone left in the room that sometimes the tides get really strong. And she was short.

A riptide would take her, but the water at this point looked quiet, languid even, as the waves that were there lapped gently along the shore line -- soothing, she realized. So soothing that she didn't want to leave, or at least she was going to beg Coop to move the Backwater closer to the shoreline, more than the miles away it was currently. She wanted to fall asleep to that sound every night, to be lulled into sleep with the steadiness those waves brought. Sort of like the night she had fallen asleep in his arms, it was because of how steady his heart beat had been, a lullaby to her, over the sounds of the bar below. She had been able to truly sleep, and the waves were like that, the comfortable, soothing sound of a heart beat, more so that they reminded her of his.

Probably wouldn't win us any favors with Coop if we get back too late in the night. I know he's good for the evening and all, and it's a quick ride back, but you're right, if we linger enough for a good nap, then we won't get back before nightfall. But I will insist that you spend the night then. I can get us the big room tonight, but you'll like my little cubby under the stairs. I have a little place to sit to do my braids and store my dresses and things, and then the rest of the area is the bed. It's snug and we can curls up and sleep off the sun until morning. She trailed her fingers down the edge of his ear as she watched his expressions, longing eating at her to be able to truly kiss him, but she wanted it to be special, oh so special when they finally did.

You just like that you get a good grip of my ass with me slung over like this. I won't lie, I like that hand there too, it's a good place to grip. You can carry me around as much as you like. And she would be imagining what it would feel like, later, much later, to have those long dexterous fingers all over her, but for now, once her feet were back on the ground, she clapped her hands once and then went to get the blanket out of the pack to lay it out and start unpacking the food. Good idea, I knew I should have had more to eat this morning, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't late to the boundary stone, you know, I didn't want you to wait and think I might have changed my mind and all.

She knelt down on the blanket and rooted through the pack, getting items out, and she found what she was looking for, a large red apple, that she took to Bessie, and offered to the mare, She needs a snack too, before we let her graze on the sea grass, I don't think she'll get too much outta that, so we need something sweet as consolation, right girl? She rubbed along Bessie's head, before she went back to the blanket, offering out a small crock that had been placed in the basket and kept in place by loaves of bread and fruit. Here, take this, it should still be hot inside. We'll have to dip bread in, I forgot bowls... And sandwiches weren't enough to keep both of them fed, so she had made sure they had a crock of stew for themselves too.

@Colton Young