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Hayley

Ric was... happy. Being able to sleep with Hayley -and really just sleep, god knew the sex wasn't lacking- even with Damon acting as a guard dog, had been good for him. No new bodies turning up, not missing chunks of time, those were pretty good, too. They weren't quite enough for him to let his guard completely down, but he didn't think there was going to be a whole lot of sleeping going on tonight, anyway.

And if there was, well, tonight Hayley would be even more equipped to play guard dog and take care of him. Elijah's reassurance helped keep that one metaphorical and mildly amusing.

He dumped the last load of camping gear onto the ground, and looked up at the sky to check the weather. "I don't think we're going to have to worry about being rained on tonight, but we should probably set up the tent." Who knew what tomorrow would bring,and it would be easier to relax somewhere enclosed. And limit bugs.

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Hayley shuddered again when Ric came, feeling him deep inside of her and whining almost softly at how damn good that felt. In fact...all of it, the slide of him and press and only skin against skin, and she was trembling just a bit with the intensity and how somehow it seemed more intimate.

Still trembling, she relaxed onto the boulder, letting it take more of her weight instead of her arms. She rested her forehead against her hands, and found herself laughing, just a little--a simple, breathless, happy sound that came from that happily dazed place more than anything particularly funny.

"...Wow."

He slowly pulled out of her and pivoted around to collapse beside her. He even echoed her laugh with a breathless, husky one of his own. "That's one way of putting it.... Probably the only way." His head was spinning.

She laughed again, breathless, and closed her eyes to enjoy the warm spinning sensation. "Yeah. I...have nothing else I can even think to say..." Because, damn. "That worked. Well."

"That's more than I can think of...." His brain, he was pretty sure, had actually leaked out his cock. Which was a disgusting image, but still apt as far as metaphors went. He leaned in to kiss her, quick and shallow, still breathless.

HE'd... get dressed and think about getting back to Damon soon. Really.

Dressed and Damon were pretty far down Hayley's list, at the moment. The cooling air was still refreshing, as warm as they'd gotten, though it was starting to nip, and she shivered, but didn't move to do anything about it. Instead, she kissed him back softly and sighed in contentment.

Ric wasn't feeling refreshed so much as chilled, but he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled at her temple for a bit, anyway.

A few minutes later, though, he cracked. "...I really need pants, before my balls retreat into my body and my dick does a turtle impression...."

Hayley floated in the warmth from the nuzzling, until she was a little more chilled and ready for heading back herself. She chuckled at the comment, shifting a little away to look at him.

"Well, that would be a tragedy...so, let's find your pants."

Ric kissed her again, quick and soft, then left her in favor of seeking out his pants to pull back on, and picking up her clothes and handing them to her as he finds them. "Thank you."

Hayley took her clothes as he found them, shrugging back into them and smiling a little to find herself just a touch sore. "For what?"

"Letting me come out with you. Swimming with me. Being around. Restoring my fucking sanity." A lot of things. Just - thank you, Hayley, for being you.

Hayley froze where she was, stunned and watching Ric with her head tilted and bemusement flickering on her face. Then she moved swiftly to his side, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard. "Believe me when I say...it's my pleasure." Her lips curved in a smile. "I...you've given me a reason to be more than just a shadow passing through. A sense of...home I haven't had since my parents kicked me out. You don't know what that means to me."

He caught her when she moved, to return the tight hug. "I might, a little." Because she gave some of that to him. He smiled, warm but slight and maybe a little sheepish for all those admissions. "Come on. Let's go get back there so Damon can harass us about my lack of stamina or something, and we can pay him back with cracks about Elijah." He adored her. He possibly loved her. He needed a little retreat from that, now that it was back in the open. If he could convince himself to let go of her.

A retreat from it was probably a good thing. She didn't do well with overly emotional confessions, either, but she certainly wasn't going to break his hold on her to move away while his arms were still around her. Being held felt too good, weird as she would have found that months ago. "I approve of this plan, though there's nothing at all wrong with your stamina."

Seriously, her knees were still weak. No complaints, only bliss.

"Mm. My stamina's only human." But he grinned and winked a bit, gave her another kiss and finally, reluctantly, let her go so he could finish getting dressed for the walk back.

"There's nothing wrong with that," she said with a returned grin, slipping away from him reluctantly and tugging on the rest of her clothes, too.

"...I'm hungry again," she admitted with a laugh.

He laughed, too. "All right, then," he said, holding his hand out. "Let's go get you properly fed, then. Maybe even take you back home to do it, so you have more option and there's a stove."

Hayley took his hand, shifting in close to him. "That sounds like an excellent plan. And there are donuts while we break down the campsite."

He squeezed her hand, warm and solid before he started to walk back. "If Damon hasn't decided to demolish them. Which is," he admitted, "pretty unlikely, all things considered." All things being that they weren't filled with blood, or particularly impressive on their own.

"If he has, he can break down the tent," she said with a smirk. "I'm not quite sure my legs will hold me up for that long without sustenance."

Teasing about the food; so not teasing about the wobbly knees. Well done, Ric. Well done, indeed.

Ric didn't need any more reason to be smug, but he got it and he looked like the cat that got the canary when she gave him that answer. "He can break the tent down, anyway. Super speed, agility and strength - he can get us out of here faster than we can manage on our own. I'll find a way to make it up to him, later."

He didn't mean that to sound innuendo laden?

Hayley tossed him a smirk because no matter what he meant, it certainly came off that way. "Can I watch?"

Smug looked good on him, but sometimes it needed disrupting.

He stopped, stared, blinked, and then threw his head back and roared in laughter. "If that ever happens, you should videotape it, because I promise evidence is the only way I'll ever believe it happened."

"Deal." Believe her, she would highly, highly enjoy doing that. Clearly insecurity did not outweigh the potential hotness factor of that?

She was still grinning as she resumed heading toward the campsite where, actually, Damon had already gotten the tent down and packed up.

"I was getting bored," he informed them. Okay, really, he'd been trying to not pay attention to the audio porn echoing through the woods. He was going to have to call Elijah when they got back in town.

"I'm sorry that I'm old and I outgrew premature ejaculation," he said, deadpan and level. "And I'm even sorrier that your standards are so low, but mostly for Elijah."

He was going straight to hell.

Hayley laughed as Damon blinked, then made a face. "...That's not what I meant!" Well, not exactly in that way.

Hayley just grinned and moved to drop a kiss on Damon's cheek. "Thank you for packing up. I'm starving, so..."

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