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Broken

"Get in the sleeping bags." He complied. Every inch of him was cold. I was terrified. What if I couldn't warm him enough? His fingers, his toes. It hadn't reached freezing but it was cold. His body would have naturally pulled the blood from his extremities first to keep his internal organs and his brain warm and fed. That didn't explain his sluggish behavior or his lack of response. I got very scared.

"Give me your hands." I didn't ask. There was no point in asking. He would do what he was told. It would likely be the only time I would have complete control over him. I took his hands and cupped them in mine then started to blow on them to warm them. I had pulled the sleeping bags closed around us, trapping in the heat from our breath. He started shivering the moment his body started to warm. His teeth were chatting so hard I thought he was going to break them.

"I. I. I'm S-s-s-sorry." He chattered.

"Hush now. Let's just focus on getting you warm again." I wrapped my body around his and tangled my legs with his as I sought his feet with mine. We were impossibly close. I made it a point to breath heavy into the space hoping that my breath would help. He nearly hyperventilated trying to do the same.

"Slow that down or we will have a different problem. Here," I wrapped my arms around him slipping one under his side. "Your hands are freezing. Put them in my armpits." He complied. I was unable to hide the way my muscles tightened and seized as his cold hands touched my skin.

"I'm so sorry." His breath was hot on my cheek. I rubbed his soft back.

"It got cold really fast. It's okay. Get some sleep. You should be warm enough by morning." I closed my eyes and prayed I was right.

"I should. You are so warm." His teeth were still chatting. He stuttered the first syllable of each word he tried to speak. He pulled me impossibly close to him snuggled down into my neck and did everything he could to just go to sleep.

We were still skin to skin when I woke up early that morning. He was snoring softly into the skin of my neck. He was warm. At some point in the night, one of us pulled the covers back from over our heads.

"Avriel?" I whispered but I didn't know why I whispered. His strong arms held me tight to him from chest to hip. Our feet were a tangled mess under the covers.

"Mmmm?"

"Wake up."

"No."

"No?"

"Yes. No." The exchange had an amusing and playful quality to it. I found myself wanting to have that kind of exchange with him as often as possible.

"Why not?"

"Why?" His whiskers tickled my neck every time he spoke.

"Avriel!"

"Michelle."

"You need to go to the bathroom." He paused, chuckled and made no move to move.

"That too." Finally, he looked at me. His eyes were brown in the dim light. He moved his hand and touched the skin around my eyes. "So pretty." He didn't move though I wanted him to make up his mind. His feet gently wrestled with mine.

"Michelle?" He started smiling

"Avriel?"

"Thank you." He hugged me tighter and his morning condition rubbed hard against me. He wasn't fully erect but he was full and chubby. It was a pleasant sensation we could not afford to explore.

"You should make me get out of your tent." His eyes were searching mine. I really didn't want to. I told him as much. He shifted us again and let his hands run along my back. "But you should. I might get some crazy thought in my head." I almost asked him which one. My heart was pounding in my chest. Given that it was pressed tightly to his I am certain that he felt it too. I found myself short of breath, half my mind was begging him to just get it over with and the other half was screaming that it was all wrong. His eyes still held mine. His breathing wasn't any better than mine. He half closed his eyes and slowly brushed his lips next to mine. His breath was like fire on my skin. I might have whimpered out loud I know my heart did. I kissed his cheek back just south of his lips. He smiled with his lips so close to my skin that I could feel it. His breath was hot, heavy and raged. I felt a powerful sense of arousal that he seemed to be feeling as well and was very grateful that he couldn't feel it as I could his. He kissed me tentatively again his lips closer to my mouth than they were before. I was hot, very hot and it filled me with a sense of need that I hadn't felt in a very long time. He opened his eyes and looked at me as best he could. His eyes smiled just as much as his lips did. He kissed me again the edge of his lips catching mine. I felt the internal struggle leave as the butterflies fluttered into my stomach.

"Umm," He moaned gently and did it again. My lips just moved on their own accord catching the corner of his between them.

The butterflies fluttering wings took control of my heartbeat as he gently, oh so gently, and very slowly pressed his lips to mine. He was done testing the waters. I breathed in through my nose because my mouth was occupied with his. My hips were moving before I knew what they were doing and forced my body hard against his. He captured my bottom lip between his as I took his top lip. His whiskers were soft but not nearly as soft as his lower lip which I took when he offered it to me. His hands tightened on my back and his hips moved hard against mine as we continued to let our lips rub together. I wanted to part mine and let him slip his tongue into my mouth, but he didn't make that move. He let his tongue run gently over my lips, but never tried to move it past them. He carefully broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

"You have one hell of a way of saying thank you." I smiled.

"I wasn't saying thank you." He pulled back to looked into my eyes. "That is not what I was saying at all. Not at all." He smiled and kissed me slowly again. This time he parted my lips with his and slipped his tongue gently into my mouth. Our tongues tangled as our bodies and hands did whatever it was that they wanted to each other.

Finally, he pulled away. "This is probably not a very good idea right now." I couldn't help but smile it wasn't. I wanted him something fierce. I was hot and wet. It was quite obvious that he was physically feeling the same sense of desire.

"No, it's really not. We have a long way to go before we reach camp." He breathed into me.

"I should get up." I couldn't help but laugh and snicker.

"You are."

"Indeed." He said as he pressed his hardon against my body. He looked down under the covers. And snapped them closed. "Maybe you should." I smiled a knowing smile. I felt his foreskin rub gently against my stomach.

"It still works. We'll have to check out your fingers and toes. I made a move to slip away from him and he pulled me back to him.

"You can't tell me that you aren't feeling what I'm feeling right now."

I kissed him quickly. "I could," He slid his hand down between my legs and cupped my warmth with it. I was swollen, hot and wet and more than ready for him if that was what he had chosen. I sucked in my breath and held it while his hand settled hot against me. "But I would be lying." I felt a little violated and a lot hotter than I was a few seconds before. Something in me broke. I kissed him hard and growled into his mouth. His eyes went wide as I pushed him back onto his back in my little tent and attacked his lips. He became very pliant, his hips rising up to meet mine as I ground down against him. His hand slipped around to my hip and his fingers caught in the band of my panties. He tugged and pulled and finally just moved them out of the way. I wasn't thinking, passion, desire and lust took the wheel and drove us both quite readily. Before either of us knew what happened I was laying over him spent. It was instantaneous for me. The moment his body entered mine I felt the orgasm hit me harder than one had ever hit before, his followed shortly after.

I was shocked, he was shocked, neither of us knew what to say or think. But we knew what we needed to do. We got dressed without another word, crawled out of the tent and went our separate ways over the ridge. When we returned to camp we were both silent and awkward. Well, that didn't take long, did it? I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't ask him any more than he had asked me. We just took each other. It all started with just a little flame and it very quickly escalated.

We ate in silence sitting on separate rocks. I had broken down the tent and went after water to make sure the fire was out. Unable to handle the silence any longer I said the only thing that I thought might help. "I'm taking the pill." I blurted it out like I had Tourettes or something. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. I had tears in my eyes that I couldn't control. "I'm sorry. I. I--." He crossed the small distance that was physically between us and closed the emotional one. He took me into his arms and pulled me as close as our clothes would allow.

"It's okay. It's okay. Don't be. Me too. I had no right to touch you like that. I knew better." We just stood in the center of a broken down camp with our faces buried in each other's shoulders clinging to each other for dear life as the sun rose over the eastern horizon. It was time to move out.

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