The wind rustled through the trees and creatures scurried about in the darkness. Night was upon them. The faint glow from the dying campfire cast shadows against the walls of their tents. She was having a hard time getting to sleep. She could hear soft, muttering words coming from the tent next to hers. She could just imagine what was going on in there. As if to clear her mind of those thoughts, she shook her head and burrowed deeper into her sleeping bag. She knew that she should have never come, that this weekend would have turned into "them" instead of "her and me". And what made it worse was at the last minute, her date had cancelled. Something about work and not being able to get decent airfare. That made her stomach turn violently. It was just unfair. Those sounds should be coming from her tent as well. Her soft moans being unleashed, her sleeping bag moving around underneath her. Unfair. She drew the sleeping bag up, over her ears and closed her eyes. Within minutes she was asleep.
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She was struggling in her dream, against hands that were holding her down. Opening her mouth to scream, she turned over and woke to find a hand over her mouth. Not being able to breathe, she opened her eyes and stared into darkness. Without thinking, she bit. Hard. She heard a muffled curse and then the hand was jerked away from her. She sat up quickly and tried to get out of the sleeping bag. Hearing movement beside her, she tried getting the sleeping bag off her but wasn't quick enough. It tangled at her feet and kept her from fleeing. The hand came back and fastened itself at her side. Another hand came out and grabbed her other side. Before she knew it, she was sitting in the person's lap. She smelled him. Inhaled his scent. It was him. How in the world had he gotten here? How did he know where she was? In the instant that she recognized him, his lips crushed against hers and all her thought was lost.
The flight or flight response was still left in her system and left her breathless. She kissed him back, full force, her tongue curving and writhing against his. His heart was slamming against his rib cage as he plunged his hand into her hair and pulled her head back. His mouth left hers. Then she felt his tongue on her neck. Tracing up and down, over the curve of her jaw. Around and up to her ear. He grabbed her earlobe with his teeth and tugged. On a sharp intake of breath, she put her hands up on his chest and tried to push away. He was stronger and held her in place. She had so many questions, that she wanted to ask, racing through her mind. But his lips were back wrecking their usual torment on her mouth. His tongue swiped hers and she swiped back. She lashed out with her teeth, biting his bottom lip and then soothing the brand with her tongue. She heard the groan emanating from the back of his throat.