“This looks good. The river is just over on the other side of the meadow,” she said.
“This is nice. We might car camp up here more often. I’ll get the tent if you’ll start dinner,” he said.
“Okay,” answered Meg. She got out the little Svea stove and started up water for tea and was cutting up meat to cook with the noodles.
Luc found a soft grassy area to put the tent up. He got it set up in record time and started setting up the bedding. Amongst the extra blankets, he had a few treats hidden. He put them under his side of the nest he’d built. Standing up out of the tent, he could see that Meg had the tea ready and the meat and noodles were simmering. It smelled good.
“I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I stood up out of the tent,” he said.
“I agree. I haven’t felt really hungry all week, but right now I could eat every bite of this,” said Meg. She spooned the food into two bowls and handed Luc one. She sat down and began to eat.
They sat there quietly eating and drinking their tea as the sunlight began to fade. As the sun set, the wind picked up. It seemed to howl down the valley and then ten minutes later it changed directions and howled up the valley.
“What the heck is with this wind?” she asked Luc.
This valley is called Lungs of the Earth by the local Native Americans,” he said.
“Are we going to have to listen to this all night?” she asked.
“I have no idea. I’ve never camped up here before. I’ve camped higher up, but didn’t notice the wind.”
“Oh. Okay. Well, let’s get the dishes done and take a bit of a walk before bed,” she said.
Luc nodded and began to heat water. That took longer than they expected, because the wind kept shifting. It even blew out the stove once. As Luc started the stove again, something caught his eye.
“Meg, move very slowly and look out about 30 yards from my left shoulder,” he said softly.
“What?” she asked.
“Just look,” he said again.
Meg looked and soon she saw a pair of eyes reflecting in the darkness. “Oh,” she said softly.
“If my nose is correct, that is something that doesn’t exist,” he said.
“Huh?” Meg asked.
“That is a wolf. A real one, not a shifter, and she is very interested in us. She is having a terrible time trying to understand why a two-legs smells like a wolf,” he said with a smile as he slowly stood up from the stove.
“I bet that is confusing,” replied Meg.
“It certainly would be for me,” Luc said. “I know I was terribly confused the first time I met a non-wolf shifter. All I could think was ‘why did that man smell like a bear?’ and then I realized what he was,” said Luc.
“Oh, I bet that was funny,” she said.
“It was. He really did smell like a bear. Garbage and all. Had all the bad manners too,” he said.
“You’re joking,” Meg said.
“No, You’ve met him. Mr. Michaels. The guy who didn’t want to believe your projections this week?”
“Him? Ewww! He did stink in spite of all that fancy cologne,” said Meg. “Now I know who it was that Ginny called Mr. Griz, and why.”
“Yep. There’s a short order cook I know who’s a were-coyote. Great cook, moves like greased lightening and a really sweet guy. Then there is the fae. Most of them are small and stay away from men. However, there are those that are almost human sized,” he said.
“You mentioned them before. Said that fairies make Tinkerbell look sweet,” said Meg.
“Oh yeah. They steal and have no problems moving things just for the hell of it,” Luc said. “Hey, our wolf just got closer.”
Meg looked and nodded. “Shall we just go to bed, and not scare her off?” she asked.
“Sounds good. Let’s finish up the dishes and close up the car,” agreed Luc.
They spent ten minutes cleaning up and packing stuff into the car. After a trip to the bushes, they headed to bed.
“Wow this is soft,” said Meg.
“Meadow grass and extra blankets,” said Luc. “I figured we deserved comfort tonight.”
“I could go for that,” she said laying down after taking off her boots and kicking off her jeans.
Luc smiled. “I think that is one of my favorite outfits,” he said.
“What, me in a flannel shirt and undies?” Meg asked.
“Especially when it is my flannel shirt. I love it when your scent mixes with mine.” he said laying down next to Meg. He pulled her to him and kissed her lips. Meg returned the kiss. Her hands moved down his side and crossed down. He was growing hard under his jeans.
“Are you sure you want to stay dressed?” she asked.
“Noh,” he answered, his voice growing thick with excitement.
“Don’t you turn furry on me yet! This is the first time we’ve had a chance to have sex in a week,” she scolded him.
“Noht trying to. Juhst hard after a weehk,” he moaned as her hand rubbed his erection under his jeans.
“I agree, it has been way too long. You have too many clothes on,” she said pulling at his belt.
Luc moved to get undressed. His erection sprang upwards as his jeans were pushed to the bottom of the tent. His undies followed as did Meg’s. He pulled her to him and kissed her roughly on the lips as his hands roamed over her ass. Meg wrapped her arms around Luc, bringing her flannel covered breast up to his shoulders. Luc moved down and pulled at the buttons with his teeth.
Meg moaned as his lips and teeth grazed her bare skin and nipples taunt with sensation. She rocked her hips forward. Luc took advantage of her position and grabbed a nipple while his fingers found her wet nether lips and plunged into her.
“Oh! Ogods!” Meg cried out. She was so sensitive after her cycle and no sex. She almost came just from his fingers entering her pussy.