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Continued from here.
The breeze blows at my robe as we walk. Yup, still chilly. I think even some other parts of me that are covered are noting that. Wes seems to be off in his own world a bit too, scanning the forest. Maybe for more animals.
"No wild party?" I tease. "I'm sure two people counts as wild." I give him a smile grin at my stupid teasing. Oh. There's the first yawn. Thankfully, the cabin isn't more than 20 steps away. I give his hand one more squeeze. "Wore you out, didn't I?" That is not a tease. He should be worn out, all the effort he put into that.
Opening the door to the cabin, I let him go in first, making a gentlemanly motion with my hand, which must look rather silly with me in my bathrobe. But there's no one here except Wes and I don't mind being a little silly with Wes. If it makes him smile, it can't be bad. Excpet for when he's calling me his mattress, of course.
Following along behind my sleepy Watcher, I deposit the blanket back on the couch, asking as I walk to the bedroom to change, "Bedroom or couch for warming up?" I'd say shower or bath, but I think we both might be a bit pruny after the amount of time we just spent in the water. I'm also thinking it'll be good to be dry. I'm all for dry right now.
I toss the shoes and hang up the robe...for Wes, since it's really become his robe, and pull on my black pajama pants, and debate on a shirt. Undershirt sounds good. Padding back out to the kitchen I start rummaging around for drinking items.
The breeze blows at my robe as we walk. Yup, still chilly. I think even some other parts of me that are covered are noting that. Wes seems to be off in his own world a bit too, scanning the forest. Maybe for more animals.
"No wild party?" I tease. "I'm sure two people counts as wild." I give him a smile grin at my stupid teasing. Oh. There's the first yawn. Thankfully, the cabin isn't more than 20 steps away. I give his hand one more squeeze. "Wore you out, didn't I?" That is not a tease. He should be worn out, all the effort he put into that.
Opening the door to the cabin, I let him go in first, making a gentlemanly motion with my hand, which must look rather silly with me in my bathrobe. But there's no one here except Wes and I don't mind being a little silly with Wes. If it makes him smile, it can't be bad. Excpet for when he's calling me his mattress, of course.
Following along behind my sleepy Watcher, I deposit the blanket back on the couch, asking as I walk to the bedroom to change, "Bedroom or couch for warming up?" I'd say shower or bath, but I think we both might be a bit pruny after the amount of time we just spent in the water. I'm also thinking it'll be good to be dry. I'm all for dry right now.
I toss the shoes and hang up the robe...for Wes, since it's really become his robe, and pull on my black pajama pants, and debate on a shirt. Undershirt sounds good. Padding back out to the kitchen I start rummaging around for drinking items.