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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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"It's completely true," she said, shaking her head. "You're saying there aren't things about my body that you think about specifically? Because that's what I'm saying. What exactly comes to mind when you fantasize about me? Surely not my lovely smile or awesome hair or how delightful I am to talk to."

"Yeah, why should you get specifics of my fantasies when you've clamped up tighter than a virgin on her wedding night?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "You can't say one thing and then expect the opposite. Give a little to get a little, Ramona."

"Your hands. You have big hands."

That was as much as he was getting. Though the fact that she was saying that to a marshmallow and that might have been a blush probably said something to its credibility.

"Are you fucking blushing?" Nathan asked, surprise mixing with amusement when he spoke. "The thought of my hands makes you blush, Ramona? You're not gonna like..have an episode right here, are you?"

Maybe he was missing the reason for the blush. Or maybe he was hoping she'd elaborate.

No, she was going to throw a marshmallow at him. "Shut the fuck up, you wanted an answer, now you have one. Leave me and my blushing alone."

Having a marshmallow thrown at him was much better than having a fist thrown at him. He just let the marshmallow bounce off him and hit the ground.

"No, no, no. I gotta get to the bottom of this blushing," he said, sounding delighted. "Why'd you blush, Ramona? Because the thought of my hands is enough to make you all hot and bothered or because you had to admit something personal?"

"Because dirty as I like to be, I'm not big on talking about it or being mocked for it," she said, glancing at him. "Some things are private, dude. You're on the fast track to not hearing any more, ever, anyway."

Nathan smirked at her and then tried to reach over to run two of his fingers softly (he could do things softly, yeah he could do) against the side of the cheek that blush had just appeared on.

See, she got to feel his hands and he got to touch the evidence of the blush that was probably rapidly fading away now. He kind of wanted it to come back.

And it did, though not as violently bright as before. Ramona's mouth curved in a slight smile, that cheek moving under his fingers. She wasn't rewarding him with more just yet, though, just because he'd decided to be cute at her. But she'd remember this later, for different reasons than why she usually thought about his hands (ahem.) "Enjoy the blush while it lasts. Not like I do it a lot."

"I never blush," he said and leaned forward to try and trace that smile with one of his fingers. See, he was completely fucking adorable when no one else was looking. "Many have tried, all have fallen and I take great pleasure in laughing at them when they're greatest attempts fail miserably."

"I accept that challenge," she said, holding still for him, though her smile broadened a little. "I bet I could make you blush. What do I get if I succeed?"

"Anything you fucking want." Nathan was confident in offering that up because he was fucking certain she couldn't make him blush. No one could. He'd watch the most hardcore of porn and laughed. "Anything you fucking want if you can make me blush because that's not gonna happen."

"So if I make you blush, I get anything I want?" she asked. "You can agree to these terms? I want a fucking handshake or a contract or something."

"What, you don't trust me?" She was a smart, smart person. Of course he'd try and invalidate a verbal contract if he lost. Of course he would.

"Not about this," she said, shaking her head. "About certain things, maybe. But not this."

Nathan snickered and stuck his hand out. "Handshake? That work for you? I am not getting off my ass and writing out a fucking contract for this. You're just gonna have to accept my handshake as legal and binding."

Ramona reached out and shook his hand, smiling. "I'll accept it. You remember this when I make you blush and then ask for something awesome."

"You're not gonna make me blush," Nathan said, all confidence. "The fact that you even think there's a fucking chance is adorable, though."

"No, it's adorable how you think I'm going to try and make you blush with sex or something," she replied, smiling at him as she scooted a little closer. "I'm not stupid, Nathan."

"Hey, I never you were stupid," Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "And anything you try and make me blush with isn't gonna work. Not a goddamn thing."

Sure, anything sexual would be the easiest to resist but he was sure he could resist everything else too. He was impenetrable. He did the penetrating around here.

"I am just that fucking good."

"I beg to differ," she replied, shaking her head. "I just need to catch you off-guard. But then I get whatever I want. Seems fair to me. Though I don't know what I'd ask for that I can't just ask for now."

Other than obvious things that she didn't feel like dealing with but whatever.

Nathan was just going to let her slide on, once again, trying to play devil's advocate about how fucking amazing he was. It was just sad that she always picked the wrong side.

"What do you wanna ask for right now?" Nathan wondered since it sounded like she had something in mind.

"I dunno. All kinds of things," Ramona said, tilting her head in thought before slanting a look his way. "How about a kiss?"

See, that was kind of a cute request, considering all the things she could have asked for.

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.

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