He will hold me fast
Who: Bret and Jemaine
What: Apology time.
When: Sunday morning
Where: Teeny tent
Bret rolled over in Jemaine's arms, content to stay in the cocoon of warmth he provided, although he was a little restless due to his body apparently deciding it was time to get up when it was clearly still raining and entirely pointless to. Yawning lazily, he curled into Jemaine's chest, tucking his head under Jemaine's chin. With a happy sigh, he wrapped his arms around Jemaine and nuzzled at his chest vaguely.
"G'morning....honey?" He'd been trying different pet names when the mood struck. Nothing had stuck yet. "I don't want to do anything. Again." He peeked up at him. "Unless you have something in mind." He waggled his eyebrows appropriately.
Or inappropriately as it were.
The tents weren't really that far apart.
What: Apology time.
When: Sunday morning
Where: Teeny tent
Bret rolled over in Jemaine's arms, content to stay in the cocoon of warmth he provided, although he was a little restless due to his body apparently deciding it was time to get up when it was clearly still raining and entirely pointless to. Yawning lazily, he curled into Jemaine's chest, tucking his head under Jemaine's chin. With a happy sigh, he wrapped his arms around Jemaine and nuzzled at his chest vaguely.
"G'morning....honey?" He'd been trying different pet names when the mood struck. Nothing had stuck yet. "I don't want to do anything. Again." He peeked up at him. "Unless you have something in mind." He waggled his eyebrows appropriately.
Or inappropriately as it were.
The tents weren't really that far apart.