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[rileyadams]

At night the earth cools and things are bearable in the jungle, the cabin retains the heat of the day and it's finally pleasant to walk around in some manner of dress.  Not that Riley encourages such behavior but it's nice to lay back on the hammock in a shirt and shorts and listen to the ambient noises of the jungle all around them.  At first she

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[13x_forever]

The night's aren't so bad. Remy likes them mainly because she gets time with Riley. Life here is different - both more and less demanding than it had been at PPTH. There she'd disappear for days at a time. Here she might get called away in the middle of the night, but she'd get dinner with Riley pretty much every night.

The image of Riley in shorts and a tight t-shirt is always one that makes Remy walk home as quickly as possible. Not that home is that far from the makeshift medical center they've got set up for her.

Tonight's no different. She swings the door open to find Riley chugging her beer - Remy smirks at the memory of a drinking contest held a few months back, when Riley earned the respect of most of the men in the surrounding hundred miles - and puts her bag down by the door.

"Did you save any for me, Tex?" She's not really talking about the beer...

[rileyadams]

She has to admit that life here is a lot nicer in some aspects then back in Jersey. Back in the states they had two very together but separated lives and there were days that would go by where they never saw each other. Work was stressful for both of them and that would directly reflect their lives at home. While there isn't all the comforts of home here, there is a peace that was hard to obtain in the States. Here she could be apart of Remy's work if necessary, and here Remy could be apart of her hobbies.

They depended on one another in more ways then who would order take out that evening. The door opens and Riley smiles, it's easy to know who's coming to the door, easy to hear footsteps and tell before the door is even open. Remy has a very distinct step, with a purpose and with strength, it is only after more beers then just one does Riley think there might not be a time she hears those steps.

"Mmmmm," she hums low before her eyes turn toward the woman who just walked through the door. "Maybe, for a certain price."

[13x_forever]

"A price?" Remy's smiling as she shrugs off her lab coat. It's something she wears, despite the heat, because it's what the people expect a doctor to wear. It makes them feel better.

She saunters over to Riley and slides a hand around her waist. Her other hand plucks the beer from Riley's hand. She takes a sip, then leans in for a kiss. "I think I can figure something out."

[rileyadams]

Another low hum in her throat as the doctor saunters to her, that walk, that swaying of the hips and purpose. It makes her smile, so does her reach for the beer. But the thing that makes her smile the most is the way she leans in to kiss her. Wrapping her arm around Remy's slender waist she leans up to return the kiss and pull her down on to the hammock with her.

There is always room for more practice on the hammock.

[13x_forever]

Remy just managed to get the beer bottle down without spilling it before she's pulled into the hammock. She'd meant what she'd said before about taking it with them. She has fond memories of the hammock.

She's already kicked her sandals off, and tangles one of her legs around Riley's, reaching an arm out to steady them so they don't fall out. Sex in the hammock is serious business.

[rileyadams]

Beer, it's a precious thing in this part of the world. However once they're done the beer will be damn near undrinkable all warm from the heat and flat from the air and humidity. It's fine, they have more in the fridge because yes, they do have a fridge and electricity, because what else is she supposed to do on her free time?

The hammock sways as it takes on the slight weight of the woman doctor and Riley smiles. "If we fall out of this I'll never forgive myself." Shifting carefully she opens herself up to be something of a mattress for Remy. Her hands drift down the length of the dark haired woman to give her guidance on top.

[13x_forever]

"I'll never forgive you either," Remy grins and runs her hands up under Riley's shirt, even as she settles onto her makeshift person-mattress. She presses her leg between Riley's thigh and shifts her hips down.

The creak of the hammock reminds her to go slowly, even if she doesn't exactly want to. Remy thinks it's crazy how she can miss Riley's touch so much after only a few hours, but it's the kind of crazy she can live with.

[rileyadams]

"I think sooner or later you might, of course then you'll bust out the story in the middle of a dinner party and the wound will be opened again." With a low groan her knees bend, legs hanging off the edge of the hammock as she takes in Remy's hands the scent of her. Even out in the middle of no where she smells amazing, her hair and skin, it drives the ex-CSI investigator a little crazy too.

Her hands rest on her hips, kneading gently, slipping back up the way they came, mimicking Remy's movement up and under her shirt. Pushing her shirt up her chest, one of the first steps to get her undressed.

[13x_forever]

"Mmmm," she agrees, "but only at the most embarrassing moment."

Remy arches her back and let Riley pull her shirt off, then returns the favor. She groans gentle as she leans back in, when their bare skin touches. The humidity has made them both damp, and it's easy to slide her body against Riley's.

After a few more presses of her hip, she reaches again, this time to Riley's shorts, in an effort to get the thin cloth out of the way as quickly as possible.

[ooc: I'm off to bed. Lonnng week. But I'll pick back up tomorrow!]

[rileyadams]

"It's the reason we're invited back so many places." The only reason they get invited back anywhere around here is the language barrier. Thank fuck for that.

No matter how many times, erotic, or mundane, she sees the lift and lengthen of Remy, along with her bare skin, Riley sucks in a breath. There is just something about her girlfriend, the long of her limbs, the strength and the slender power under the skin. The dark of her skin and soft slope of her. When she returns back to Riley she starts the process of feeling that skin, over her back, against her own chest.

When Remy reaches for her shorts, she is tempted to move them over to the bed - less embarrassing moments that way.

[13x_forever]

As if she can sense Riley's thoughts, Remy grins and nips gently at her neck. "You promised me hammock."

But she changes tactics and, instead of removing the shorts, slides a hand under them, between Riley's legs, running her long fingers over the warm, wet flesh she finds there.

[rileyadams]

Tilting her head back allows her to laugh and expose more throat to the doctor's expression. "That sounds almost dirty," because, once your mind is on that track it's hard to jump rails.

Her laughter stops and changes to a sharp inhale when Remy's fingers connect with her. Groaning under her breath she arches her hips and tightens her grip on her lover. Slipping one hand from her side to her breast, hand moving over the soft flesh.

[13x_forever]

Remy doesn't bother with an answer, because sounding almost dirty is just about how she wants it to sound. Instead she presses her lips to Riley's throat, against her pulse point, before trailing her tongue up her neck to her mouth.

Her fingers start to move in rhythm with her hips, and she murmurs gently as Riley's hand moves over her breast. She clings to Riley with her free arm. Even if the hammock dumped them now - like it had many times - Remy would hold on.

[rileyadams]

Sooner or later there is just no ability to talk. Riley's brain shuts off, all she wants to feel is her girlfriend, the hot and silk of her skin, the push of her breath and fingers and the feeling of her lips against her skin. It sweeps her up and drives her mad with want and can be directly measured by how hot and wet she gets.

Breathing hard she continues her touch and grope, rubbing the flat of her thumb over the dark surrounds of her nipple while the hand that was on her side reaches to return the favor.

[13x_forever]

One of them has to have at least some brain function, or the hammock is going to toss them. But it's not easy, because most of what Remy thing is Riley, and Riley's hands and fingers and breath and lips.

Remy wants nothing more in that instant than to make Riley feel good. She slides one finger inside of her, then another, moving in a way she knows never fails to make her partner react.

[rileyadams]

Hammock sex really isn't hammock sex without a concussion afterward. Riley is pretty firmly spread out on the slowly swaying hammock and as long as she doesn't make any sudden moves, or Remy doesn't make any sudden moves the should be fine. The obvious problem is the fact that sex lends itself toward a lot of sudden movements. Especially when someone as good as Remy is on top of her.

There is a lot to be said about having a single partner for a long time: namely that they know you inside out. Remy's fingers feel like heaven, she knows just where to touch, just how to touch to get Riley breathing hard and inches away from orgasm. "Fuck," she breathes out desperate to arch her hips and demand more fingers but also semi-conscious of the fact that they are on a hammock.