In the Golden Triangle

Chapter 14: Take Me With You

The sounds of morning in the camp filtered through the canvas walls of her tent. It was already stifling, and the air was thick with the morning heat and the smell of someone else's body beside her. The support struts of the bed dug into her hip through the flimsy mattress and she rolled over and tried to get comfortable. There wasn't enough space for two people. Her eyes snapped open in a moment of sleepy panic before she remembered the events from the night before.

Kitt had stayed the night.

More importantly, they had had sex.

The man in question was laying on his back and snoring lightly. His arms were stretched out and despite the fact that he was technically a guest in her tent, he was taking up the majority of the bed.

Devon sat up and pushed some of her tangled hair from her face, her fingers caught in the knots that had formed from their activities the night before and she knew brushing them out was going to be a pain. A yawn worked its way up and her jaw cracked with the force of it. There wasn't much sleep to be had the night before and Devon was feeling it now.

Not that she regretted it.

As it turns out, it had been a while since either of them had a sexual partner and both of them had wanted to make up for it.

She looked down at Kitt and couldn't help but smile sheepishly.

But how could she not feel a certain way? Kitt was handsome, and he was good in bed. More than that, both of their bodies seemed to positively interact with one another. Devon wasn't a foolish romantic. She knew good sex was about communication with your partner—showing them the things she liked and vice versa. But it didn't seem to be that way with Kitt. He instinctively seemed to know how to make her feel good. Part of it was probably the erotic nature of the location and her lengthy dry streak, but there was something more.

Tentatively she reached out and caressed his jawline. She thought it was his best feature. There was something so alluring about that rigid line and the way it framed his face. Coarse stubble tickled her fingers and she remembered how that felt against her skin. Devon was pretty sure she had beard burn on almost every inch of her body at this point.

She wasn't complaining about that, either.

After contemplating just laying back and going to sleep, her stomach made the decision for her and she stood up. The tent was a mess. They had thrown clothes in every direction, which in the light of day, seemed a touch dramatic. She picked up the first shirt she could find and pulled it on.

By the smell, she knew immediately that it was Kitt's. It hung just past her hips and smelled like smoke from the night before. Her underwear and shorts had been kicked under the bed and she had to fish them out before she could finish getting dressed.

It was still early when she left the tent and made her way to the latrine. Early morning sun pricked at her eyes and she couldn't help but scowl. Devon definitely wasn't a morning person.

She was grateful not many people were up and moving at this time. Without looking she knew there was a pinkish hue to her cheeks, and she felt like someone had written 'harlot' on her forehead. Balling her hands in the t-shirt she tried not to think about it. Devon hadn't done anything wrong. They were two single consenting adults that had chosen to have sex. It wasn't as if she broke any law, she just didn't want the entire camp to know about it.

It didn't take long for her to finish up in the latrine and then she was making her way back to her tent. The untied laces of her boots dragged in the sand and collected all manner of debris. By and far the worst part of these camps was the latrine. Especially in the middle of the night when you had to put shoes on and get dressed just to go to the bathroom.