Sara

Chapter Two

The sun light danced across her face. She opened her eyes to see leaves swaying in the wind. It was a gentile breeze. The birds sang a sweet song that kissed her ears. She stretched her arms out, and sat up. Hoping that everything had just been a bad dream. Hoping she would wake up at home in her warm bed under the quilt that her grandmother had made her mother and father as a wedding present. Yet, the cold hard truth stared her in the face when she opened her eyes. She was in the forest. She looked around to see if she could find Tim. She saw vines growing up tree trunks, flowers peeking from under a blanket of dead leaves. Weeping willows swaying in the slight breeze by the water. The water was clear and blue, moving at a slow steady pace. Birds jumping from branch to branch and some squirrels searching for nuts, but she didn't see Tim. 

She felt fear creeping up her spine like a chilly hand. She called out to him. "Tim! Where are you?" No one answered. She trembled. She called out again. "Tim!" Again there was no answer. She pulled the covers tightly around her, scared to know what had happened to him. 

Tim saw her shaking. He rushed over to her. "What's wrong?" Sara turned to see him behind her. 

"Why didn't you answer? I called out for you." she felt a calm come over her as she released the blanket. She stood up and rushed into his arms. She knew she was safe now. Tim surprised at her reaction took her into his arms and held her tight. 

He lowered his voice and gently told her, "It's ok." she hugged him slightly tighter. 

"I was scared when I didn't see you. I didn't know if anything had happened to you. Where were you?" she asked him. 

"I was cleaning the rabbit that I caught. When I heard you yell. I thought you were in trouble. I came running to help. I didn't yell back because I wanted to have the element of surprise. I am sorry." He lowered his head resting it on hers as he held her tightly, feeling her shiver in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder. She could feel his arms tightly around her and it made her feel safe. 

"It's ok. I'm Fine. How long will it take to cook the food?" she wanted to stay there in his arms but knew that there were things to be done. People after them. So, they needed to keep on tract. She walked over to his bag and pulled out the cooking gear. Holding it up. "Can I help?" 

"Yeah, sure. The food will be done in no time. Can you gather me some more wood? I will set up the spit and start the fire." Sara grabbed the biggest pieces of wood she could find. Then carried them to Tim, so he could start the fire. he arranged the wood in the ring of rocks he had made the night before. He set up the spit then went to retrieve the rabbit that he had dropped in the panic when he heard Sara screaming, and took it to the water to wash off. 

Sara watched as he worked. It was interesting to her. besides being able to watch his tight body and perfectly shaped bottom moving around her. She had never been camping before. She was completely fascinated by him. She wanted to learn all about camping and about him. 

he put the spit threw the rabbit and put it over the fire when it was good and going. He sat beside it and turned the spit. He watched Sara, who was now looking over her cuts and bruises. They were sore. Tim saw the burn on her shoulder and went over to her to get a better look. 

"I have something for this. It will help with the pain if you want to use it?" Sara nodded. Tim went and got a bottle out of his satchel. "It is an old remedy that my mom put on my cuts and burns when I was young." Tim gently rubbed it on her cuts and burn. She flinched from the pain. The ointment started to work fast. She could feel the pain melt away and a soothing cool feeling took its place. 

"Thank you." she smiled at Tim. She watched his hands as he put the ointment on more of her cuts. They were soft, and genital. There were scars on them from hard labor, from childhood she guessed. She figured he came from a farming family. She took the chance to look at his figure again. he had broad shoulders and was taller than him. She guessed around six feet tall. He had thick hips and legs that filled his tight dirt covered jeans. His shirt was a tan shade, and he wore brown cowboy boots. Tim turned to put up the ointment. Sara looked at how is jeans hugged his back side quite well.