"Yes...I suppose if you're going to hit your head you may as well do it in style," she teases him. It quite obvious overhead crowding will be just as much of an issue here as it was in her own bed—no matter which bed out of the four they happen to use. Still, they have their reasons for being here, and Tex approaches the ladder to his bed and considers it, whether to try to climb. She's honestly not sure how well she'll do, at least unaided.
He watches her eyeing the bed and the ladder, and comments, dryly, "The sheets on the bottom bunk are clean." After a moment, he adds, "Or I could pull mattresses from two of them down to the floor and make a tent with some sheets. Safety first."
You can't injure yourself by hitting your head on the roof of a tent.
She shoots him a smirk. "Bottom bunk will do, I think." Especially for what she has in mind. She's not winded from walking, not tired out like she would have been merely a week before, but she doesn't think she's up to the extended work of topping him in bed yet. She can't wait until she gets the chance to do so, but until then she thinks she can handle being in a sturdy hands-and-knees position.
She turns around to face him, backing in a bit toward the bottom bunk. "Come here, then."
"Think so?" she says archly, not wasting any time in plunging her free hand into his hair. Her other hand still grips her cane but once she's sure she can rely on his weight she lets go of it, letting it fall against the bed. With that hand she grips his hip, and her kiss is eager, nibbling at his bottom lip with purposeful little nips. This clearly isn't like the last time, when he needed to work to turn her on. She's ready and waiting.
"Yes. And you're feeling better." That sounds a little more sly, insinuating. Obviously she's feeling better: the improvement isn't necessarily visible day by day, but it's there, and it's consistent.
As they kiss, he pushes her cane up against the base of the bunk with his foot, so it will be there when she needs it. She's holding his hip, and he can tell that she's using him for balance, a little. His hands go up under the back of her shirt; he meets her little nips by making his own kiss more demanding.
It hasn't felt like this between them in a while -- not since they've been back on the ship.
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You can't injure yourself by hitting your head on the roof of a tent.
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She turns around to face him, backing in a bit toward the bottom bunk. "Come here, then."
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"You're up to something."
When he reaches her, he moves to pull her into his arms to kiss her.
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As they kiss, he pushes her cane up against the base of the bunk with his foot, so it will be there when she needs it. She's holding his hip, and he can tell that she's using him for balance, a little. His hands go up under the back of her shirt; he meets her little nips by making his own kiss more demanding.
It hasn't felt like this between them in a while -- not since they've been back on the ship.