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Boyz II Men Campfire [Wednesday evening]

There hadn't really been a reason for her to switch her hair this time -- not a tragedy, or a frantic need to outrun herself, like the last couple times. No, this time, Ramona just woke up, looked in the mirror, and decided she wanted to be pink if this new location was going to be so damn sunny. Blue had gone well with the rain, as had her leather and boots.

So now it was pink hair. And after sifting through her cabin's small fridge and her personal food stash to see what she had to work with, she was perched by her cabin's campfire, coaxing a tentative flame out of the kindling as considered the various different foods she could try to toast. Sure, there were marshmallows and hot dogs and that kind of thing, but Ramona was currently fixated on trying to spear a banana to see if singed bananas were as good as frozen ones. It seemed like a logical attempt, anyway, and she was bored.

Considering how damn hot it'd been, she was actually in a rare, simple t-shirt and shorts, too (though of course it was a band shirt), and it finally was feeling like summer. She could totally deal with this. And hopefully she'd get some company, too, since she was feeling up to talking to people and sharing her s'more things.

[open campfire is open!]

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Aww, she wasn't making it hard on him at all. Nathan thought about being smart and talking up how lithe and acrobatic his tongue was but instead, just leaned forward to try and catch a kiss from her.

She'd asked, he could deliver and it'd still be good even without all the talk.

She actually preferred it without the talk, because if he'd tried to start talking about his acrobatic tongue she would have just kissed him to make it stop anyway. Times like these were when she remembered that he was sweet under all that talk. And as attracted as she was to the jackass side of him, it was the underlying whatever-ness that made her jealous of girls that he invented in town, after all.

So she threaded a hand up into his hair as she kissed him back, because she liked his hair, even if she'd elected to mention his hands as the thing she fantasized about. The hair was a whole different thing.

Nathan would have pointed out that she could take comfort in the fact that the girls were fake but she didn't know that (even if she had a suspicion) so the comfort couldn't come for that particular thing.

Even if the girl had been real, he probably wouldn't have been sweet to her because that sort of thing seemed to come out in special situations like the ones with her.

There were parts of her that Nathan especially liked, parts he liked to kiss and pay attention to more than others. One of those places happened to be her neck and which is why he had two fingers running up and down the smooth skin on the side of her neck while he kept kissing her.

And given as sensitive as her neck was, Ramona was all on board with that. Not to the point that she was crawling into his lap, but she might have deepened the kiss a bit in appreciation. And shifted closer, because she could.

As much as Ramona was against PDAs, it was easy to lose oneself in a kiss like this, and she frankly didn't care at the moment. She had better things to do, like run her tongue over his lower lip.

There didn't seem to be too many people around, at least. And he wasn't trying to convince her to shag him right there (for now) so they could probably get away with the PDA and she wouldn't lose her cool as ice reputation.

Even if she did lose that, Nathan didn't particularly care right now. He was getting too caught up in kissing her too, letting most of his immaturity and desire to be a jackass fall away so he could feel actual real emotions. Those still -- after everything, he was a little intimidated by those but he could feel them now.

Thank fuck he wasn't talking though or that might have been embarrassing. He could follow her lead and deeper the kiss while he flattened a hand against the side of her neck and went with it all.

And since there weren't oodles of people around to witness the cold and hard Ramona Flowers actually enjoying herself with a guy she maybe kinda liked, she felt free to slide both her hands into his hair, wanting to be closer still.

Part of her was glad she wasn't able to talk, either -- and that Nathan wasn't psychic. Because making out with a psychic was weird (she'd know), period, but also because then he'd know exactly how much emotion she was refusing to deal with right now.

Apparently, she was just better at not dealing with things than he was. Nathan would chalk that up to having dealt with emotions earlier in the year even if he'd gotten blasted and hurt there.

Making out on logs wasn't the most ideal of situations but since she seemed to be getting into it, Nathan had no trouble with deepening that kiss even more and trying to pull her against him. He wasn't trying to get her into his lap but they could still be pretty fucking close without that happening.

Yeah, "logs" wouldn't have exactly hit Ramona's top five ideal make-out locations, ever. Neither would "campfire" or "in a cabin" or "in the great outdoors at all," really. But the thing was, she didn't even fucking care, because she was rapidly forgetting where she was or why she even would care about those things.

And she was going to have a hard time continuing to not deal with things at this rate, considering how she was pressing closer, her leg twining along his in an effort to maintain that whole out-of-his-lap thing but still get what she wanted.

Nathan figured they...might be able to lay down near the campfire but again, the campfire was lit and who knew what might jump out and catch someone's hair on fire. So, he stayed away from that. Instead, he reached up to cradle her cheeks with his hands.

Nathan slid his tongue against hers before nipping sharply at her lower lip. He didn't even wait until he dove in to continue that kiss, not even trying to be gentle or lazy about it. It had turned into something a little more than that.

Yeah, gentle and lazy were for another day. Ramona was a little too caught up in things to worry about silly things like that. She was more focused on things like tugging on his hair (because she loved it and she knew he did too, and those were her primary goals at the moment) and muffling a soft hum against his lips.

While lying down near the campfire was an idea, losing her hair to a stray ember was not, so she was improvising. Improvising in this case meant pressing as close as she could, maneuvering herself between his knees so she was flush against him. That worked.

That worked pretty fucking well. And it meant Nathan could put off the suggestion that they find somewhere private because this was getting him a little more worked up than he'd expected when he'd asked him for a kiss.

Nathan looped an arm around her, curling his fingers in his shirt and tugging upwards the tiniest bit. He wasn't trying to get her out of her clothes right there but he did want it known that he'd want that shortly. Making out like this was just bound to lead to all kinds of fun places. For now, continuing the kiss and the embrace were good for him. He could keep himself in control.

Sure, he could keep himself in control, and that was fine, but that control was likely going to be challenged by Ramona's matching of his efforts. One of her hands was sneaking out of his hair and down the back of his shirt, her nails scratching lightly against his skin -- nothing too thrilling, but a definite indication that she wasn't exactly regretting asking for a kiss, or willing to leave it there.

She hadn't expected this, either. Way to deliver on a request, Nathan.

Nathan pulled back from her only so he could hurriedly mumbled, "Wanna go somewhere more private, yeah?"

God, he hoped she said yes because his pants were getting tighter and tighter and now she was touching skin which meant it would only get worse. She was not going to get him to mess his pants in public. He was more in control than that.

And he was still kissing her, tongue and lips working over and under hers.

"Maybe," she mumbled breathlessly, pausing only long enough to say that before dipping forward to bite at his lower lip. "We're gonna find all the hiding places around the campground the first week, at this rate."

She didn't seem to mind that.

"You could make me late for work," Nathan mumbled, giving her shirt yet another tug which might have exposed a patch of skin. He was pretty much talking while kissing her, mumbling the words against her lips and mouth. If he followed it by licking at her lip, well, that was just the way things went.

"That a problem?" she mumbled into his mouth, not even resisting the shiver that went down her spine at that lick. She was distracted, and clearly had no intention of letting him go anywhere yet, given how her hands were now fumbling over his back and side, twisting his shirt slightly. "'Cause you can just go if you need to be on time. Punctuality's important and shit."

"I think you should make me late," Nathan told her, managing to get the words out instead of a moan or a low hum of pleasure. He'd save those for later. "I'm an excellent fucking employee and the bastion of customer fucking service so being late's not a bad thing."

Besides, he had other things on his mind that weren't helping people that weren't her.

"You pushing me away?" he asked.

"Encouraging responsibility, that's all" she replied, smirking against his lips. "But if this way means I get you all to myself before you go off to sling drinks, then fuck responsibility."

She ran the nails of both hands down his back, adding, "There's no pushing you away at all, here."

"That's a good fucking answer," Nathan decided smugly. Look, he liked when he got laid and he liked when it was her doing that with him. It was a thing. A thing he was ignoring but still a thing.

"Get the fuck up off the ground and let's go find a place to behave badly," Nathan added. "I never was a fan of the fucking rules. And I mean that both literally and...literally."

"There are rules about fucking?" she wondered, trying to get her head clear enough to actually go find somewhere secluded. She did lean in to snag a final kiss, though, before getting up. "Can't I mind my own lady business?"

"Well, you can," Nathan said, smirking as he got to his feet. "But, don't you want me to mind your lady business for a bit, yeah? I'm pretty good at handling the lady business, Ramona. I'll even use my hands."

And he knew now that she liked that.

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