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"Morning babe," He called, walking into the sunlight.The sun filtered through the trees onto his muscles, adding a stark contrast. |
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"Morning." She muttered, avoiding his gaze as a slight blush appeared on her face while her eyes grazed over his topless form |
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"Like what you see?" He asks, starting to catch on. |
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"Mhm," He says, flexing once before chuckling and walking over, pressing a kiss to her cheek before continuing to go hunt. |
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She smiled softly when he kissed cheek, the simple gesture speaking volumes in contrast to the night she'd had |
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Gale grabbed his bow and spun it in his hands, deciding to play with it and eyeing a Hawk, shooting it down. |
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Kayla eventually headed into the tent and flopped onto the bed. She was exhausted and almost immedietly fell asleep |
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It was near noon when he realized she wasn't up, walking into the tent and seeing some of her skin exposed. Gale smirked, laying beside her and running his hands up and down her side, waiting for her to awake. |
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Kayla shifted, feeling his hand. Her eyes fluttered open, her smiling at the touch. "Hey" She said, voice thick with sleep |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
