What You Wish For - chapter 6
John woke up with the familiar scent and feel of Teyla in his arms. He gazed down at her beautiful, slumbering face and wondered how he could have gone so long without holding her in his arms every night. This was morning number six and he and Teyla had ingested so much kotus since they had arrived here a week ago that they really didn't care what was going on anymore. They only wanted to be together, all the time.
But remembering what Jelisa had said about people only being able to partner with the same person for a week, gave John's drug induced system a jolt. Tonight he and Teyla would interact for the sixth time and then tomorrow would be their last; for at least a lunar cycle.
It wasn't that John couldn't wait a month to sleep with Teyla again, it was the fact that Teyla would have to be with a bunch of other guys before she could come back to him again. And that just wasn't going to happen. Every time she looked at Belkon, he could see the fear in her eyes. The situation had not been made any easier when Belkon continued to make remarks to Teyla about what he planned to do to her when it was his turn. And no matter how much kotus she'd had in her, she had told John it would never be enough to make her enjoy any time with that man.
And even though they usually missed his performances because they'd been shot up with sex juice and were being prepped themselves, they still had to watch him during steam room time and the other times throughout the day when he decided to stage an impromptu performance or test drive someone he hadn't driven before. Although John figured there hadn't been that many.
He pulled Teyla in closer and nuzzled his nose into her neck, his lips softly kissing the skin within their reach. As always, Teyla began to awaken and stretch sensuously. He loved watching her do this every morning. And just like every morning she opened her eyes and looked up at John with the most amazing smile that he knew was only for him.
"Good morning, John," she whispered and reached to touch his face, running her fingers through his sleep tussled hair. Not that it looked any different than it did any other time of the day.
"Good morning, gorgeous," John breathed back and nibbled on her pink welcoming lips. He wanted to nibble his way down her luscious body but knew it was almost time for Jelisa to deliver their breakfast and unlock the door for them. Because as much as they had pretty much succumbed to the inevitable, Hafalia was still cautious and had no desire to lose her star performers before they could actually interact with the rest of the villagers.
She had been patient with them and allowed them to continue to choose each other every day during selection. She had praised them for their interactions, saying the tension and longing in the others was rising to new heights and many were clamoring to be partnered with both he and Teyla. But John could tell she was barely holding onto her patience and was even a little nervous because their interactions were so personal and romantic. He knew she feared what would happen when they were forced to choose another.
And she was right to fear that. Because as much as they couldn't deny the enjoyment they were getting out of this, they also felt no desire for any of the other participants. He had a bad feeling that if they were still here at that point, and he hoped to God they weren't, that he and Teyla would be in for more than the typical shot of joy juice.
The expected knock on the door came and Teyla grabbed for John's black t-shirt that was on the floor near her side of the bed.
"Yeah," John called once Teyla was covered. He'd just pulled up the sheets to make sure he wasn't exposed.
Jelisa came in with the usual tray and settled it on the cabinet. But then she cautiously looked down the hallway and closed the door.
Teyla and John both looked at her puzzled. Even though they often questioned her or pleaded with her in the morning to help them, she never came in and volunteered anything of her own. Something had changed.
"Jelisa, what is it?" Teyla asked softly.
Jelisa moved closer to the bed, something else she never did. She then sat on the bed near Teyla's feet and took a deep breath.
"Did you mean it when you said you would help me if I helped you?"
They both nodded vigorously and John said, "Yes, absolutely."
Jelisa tried a smile but it appeared very nervous. "I would like to try and help you leave this place. But you must promise to take me with you back to your village over the hills. I know it is far but I cannot stay here any longer."
Teyla reached out and touched the girl's hand. "What has happened, Jelisa, to change your mind?"
She glanced back at the door and then told them, "I have a friend who lives in Sipennia, it is the village closest to ours. We wish to be together but it is not allowed because we are from different villages. And we would be expected to work in the arena and perform for many years before we could commit to each other."
Her voice caught on a little sob and Teyla squeezed her hand a bit tighter with encouragement.
"I do not wish to have any but him father my children and I do not wish to interact with any but him. But he will come of age two days from now and he will have his first interaction that day to celebrate."
"What's this lucky guy's name?" John asked giving her a reassuring smile.
"His name is Mendin. We have been secretly meeting for many years. But lately our feelings have become more than friends. But I also have news for you from him. Earlier you mentioned some friends and wondered why they had not come seeking you."
"Yeah," John almost growled thinking of Rodney and Ronon and wondering what the hell had happened that these two hadn't broken them out of here by now.
"Their names are … Ronon and … Rodney?"
"Yes," Teyla cried excitedly. "He has information on their location?"
Jelisa nodded. "Yes, they have been in a similar predicament to you only in the village of Sipennia. Apparently they are being given large doses of the fruit as well so they do not try and escape."
John sighed. "I guess that explains why they haven't come rushing to our rescue yet. Do you and this Mendin have any kind of plan?"
Jelisa nodded. "Yes, Mendin does not think it will be too difficult as Nadim, the administrator of their arena has lowered the precautions surrounding your friends. A little kotus tea snuck into the guards regular tea should be enough to make their escape, especially if it is during the performance."
"Why during the performance?" John asked.
"Because everyone will be at the performance except the few guards that are posted along the hallway."
"So what's our plan? I know Hafalia still doesn't quite trust Teyla and me not to go barreling out into the night. And she's usually got Dee and Dum following us around during the day, although they've pretty much stopped even watching us."
"Yes, I am aware that the guards feel you will not go anywhere but you are correct, Hafalia still does not wish to risk losing you. She is very much aware of where everyone is during the performances and she will occasionally walk the halls to make sure all is well."
"So how is that a good time for us to escape?" John wondered.
"Because one day each lunar cycle Hafalia does more than oversee the performances, she watches from her own box with someone specially picked to please her. And on that day the halls are clear with only the two guards on the outside door. And that day is the day after tomorrow."
Jelisa now actually looked excited. "I am very good friends with the person who arranges the performance schedule. I have suggested to her that since it will be your last night together that you go on first. She thought that was a good idea."
"We still must perform on that day?" Teyla looked miserable at the thought.
John's arms snaked around her and he pulled her in close. "You'll be with me. It'll be okay. At least it's not Belkon."
Teyla visibly shuddered and John held tight. They both looked up at Jelisa and asked, "What will we need to do?"
"During the day, I will move your weapons and other items that you stored, to a place outside. They should be easy enough to hide in the laundry cart. I will need the key to retrieve them though."
"Sure," John agreed and looked for his pants. Since they'd been here he was constantly taking them off. Teyla pointed to the floor where she had picked up his shirt and Jelisa got them and found the key in the pocket.
"You will perform first," Jelisa continued, "and I will escort you back to your room as always. But instead of sleeping you will come with me. The guards will have been given kotus in their tea and should be easy enough to overpower. I have seen the amount of strength both of you have, so this should not be difficult."
"Wait a minute," John stopped her. "They always shoot us up pretty good with that sex juice which leaves us pretty out of it for quite a while after. And by out of it I mean fast asleep. How are we gonna have the energy and motivation to take out a few guards?"
"I will make arrangements for your shot to contain harmless ingredients that night. It should not be difficult. Hafalia trusts me implicitly."
"Little does she know, huh?" John quipped.
"But," Teyla interrupted, "If we have not been given the injection we will be well aware of being on stage and will still need to perform. The fog that surrounds us during this time has been the only thing that has allowed me to even do this."
Jelisa shook her head sadly. "I am sorry. I know it will be difficult. But it is the only way I can think of. Performers are kept track of very well prior to their performance but after…"
"They throw us in a room and don't give a crap," John interjected. "We've outlived our usefulness for the night."
"Yes," Jelisa agreed. "If you have another suggestion I will listen but I really must go soon or they will wonder where I have gotten to."
"The idea is fine, Jelisa," Teyla said and patted her hand. "Thank you for your bravery and for taking the risk to do this for us."
Jelisa got up and moved to open the door. "I will let you know if anything changes."
She opened the door and disappeared outside.
John looked at Teyla and gave her a reassuring smile. "This is it. We're finally gonna get away from Camp Horny. But we should probably make it look good the next few days. You know, really make them think we have no desire whatsoever to get away."
"I agree," Teyla nodded her head. "But I am wondering if perhaps we should also make it appear that we are considering who our next partner will be. I think Hafalia is uneasy about us moving away from each other to someone new."
"Yeah, I've gotten that feeling too. So what should we do? There is no way I'm actually screwing one of these bimbos. God knows how many guys they've had. And I'm pretty sure I'd have a hard time seeing some guy 'do' you. So maybe just a little light flirting?"
Teyla nodded her head. "Yes, light flirting should be sufficient. We may show interest but refrain from actual copulation with them during our free times."
"Sounds like a plan. So business as usual today; cat and mouse games with Dee and Dum, some exercise in the gym, maybe a little more than usual to get back in fighting shape, a little make out session in the garden and then afternoon fun and frolics in the steam room. God, I will not miss that."
He reached his hand up to touch Teyla's face and moved to kiss her lips. "But I will miss this." And he lowered his head and took her mouth captive, while his hands roamed from shoulder to hip, back and front.
Teyla rolled so she was straddling him and his hands continued their journey. Her hands moved up and down his chest as well.
"But who says we must stop this once we get back. We may just enjoy it without an audience."
John sat up and attached his mouth to her breast and sucked gently for a moment. "Yeah, definitely much better without an audience."
His hands repositioned her hips and Teyla rocked her bottom until she felt his strength enter her. As she began to move and the flames soared inside her, she knew she could never give this up.
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The next day when Jelisa brought their breakfast, she confirmed that her friend Mendin was all set on his end. It had been a bit more difficult to get Ronon scheduled as one of the first as they usually liked to save the best for last. And Ronon had quickly gotten a reputation for being the best.
John chuckled and shook his head. "Why am I not surprised?"
But they were not sure about Rodney yet, as selection had not occurred when they had spoken yesterday. It was the women's choice that day and he had been chosen everyday because he was new but his rotation was uncertain depending on who his partner was.
Jelisa said Mendin had finally talked their scheduler into putting Ronon on first, certain he would be the number one choice for the day, explaining he could get everyone really warmed up. He was working on getting Rodney in the second rotation. But Rodney was apparently freaking out over having to do it without the extra kotus injection that fogged him up and made him forget that tons of people were watching.
As much as John and Teyla wanted to laugh at that, they also had fears about performing without the extra juice. Oh, they still had plenty of kotus in them. And as the days went on they had almost no time throughout the day when they didn't feel its effects. In fact, they would crave it first thing in the morning as they had gone all night without some.
But today, Jelisa had brought them bread and muffins with no kotus in them at all, although the tea still did. She had also instructed them which foods had a lower concentration of the stuff to consume at lunch and at the banquet. They knew they needed to do this to have a clear enough head to execute their escape plan. But it would also be difficult as their need for the drug had increased.
They spent almost all morning in the gym working out but also made sure they flirted with enough people to make everyone think they might actually choose someone else tonight. It was men's choice so the ladies were in rare form.
While lifting weights, John had removed his shirt and had many women come over to admire his chest and ask questions.
One petite but shapely redhead had even run her hand over his chest and tugged on his dog tags, asking, "What are these?"
"Dog tags," John replied. "They have my name and other information on them so if I get killed in battle people will still know who I am."
"Battle!" she enthused. "Are you a warrior?"
"Soldier, yeah," John had answered.
This seemed to whet her appetite even more. She moved closer until John was backed up against the wall and she again placed her hands on his chest and ran them up and down, scraping him lightly with her nails.
"That's very exciting," the redhead continued. "Maybe you have some battle scars that you'd like to show me." Her hands lowered and started unbuttoning John's fatigues.
His eyes widened at this blatant come on but he wasn't really surprised. People around here did this type of thing all the time. As he looked around the room he saw at least two guys who were getting blow jobs, probably this town's version of a job interview. It was, after all, men's choice tonight.
His eyes strayed to Teyla and he saw the guy with the long, blond hair whipping out his masculinity to show Teyla yet again. Teyla's eyes met his and when she saw the woman starting to push John's boxers down, her eyes flared and she turned back and ran her hand down the chest of her Romeo. Her hand paused at his waist and then slowly descended.
Jealousy ripped through John like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He quickly yanked his shorts back up and with a hasty, "sorry, no sneak peek today. Maybe tonight," John strolled swiftly across the room to where Teyla was.
He reached her just as her hand was about to take hold of Blondie's manhood. John wasn't sure what he was planning to say but cleared his throat as he came upon them. Teyla snatched her hand back and looked at John defiantly.
"Um… you said you wanted to spar this morning, right?" John improvised, hoping Teyla wouldn't just ignore him and go back to admiring this guy's virility.
She took one last smoldering look at blonde guy's form and whispered, "Perhaps later."
Blondie seemed a bit perturbed at John's interruption but John didn't really care. It was a good thing they were getting out of here. Maybe these people had been raised to never form attachments until they were much older but he and Teyla had already formed an attachment and he knew no amount of kotus could make him okay with watching Teyla fuck another guy.
They moved to a large, open area and picked up the sticks they had been using during the week. Teyla never even gave him time to warm up; she just struck out and smacked him on the arm. Okay, maybe he deserved that for letting the redhead get as far as she had. But they were supposed to be convincing. And truthfully, he'd been paying more attention to what Teyla was doing than what the woman was doing.
He swung back at Teyla and she deflected his aim. Back and forth they moved and picked up a smooth rhythm that attracted many to watch them as it usually did. Teyla was amazing as usual and John admired her strength and agility. Unfortunately he was spending too much time admiring and not enough time watching where she was striking or attacking and John found himself on his back with her straddling his hips with a stick at his throat.
"You must pay more attention to what you are doing, John. You must predict my next move and make a counterattack. You are not concentrating hard enough."
"Oh, I was concentrating," John confessed, "Just not on what I should have been concentrating on."
He moved his hands to her hips and slid up her slim body then tugged gently. Teyla felt him harden and expand underneath her and her breathing came quicker. John pulled her head down and nipped at her lips then plundered deeper.
Teyla moved the stick from John's throat and lowered herself until she was flush against his body. John took the opportunity to roll over and trap Teyla under him. Her knees rose and her hips as well to grind against John's lower section. John began moving his lips down her neck and throat until they hit the spot that had her writhing and moaning beneath him.
When the chime sounded to indicate the lunch hour was near, John froze. He closed his eyes in disgust when he realized what they had been doing and saw how many people were watching. He gazed into Teyla's eyes asking for forgiveness. He wouldn't say the words; they had agreed it was unnecessary considering the situation.
Teyla gave him a tiny smile indicating she understood and that he was not the only one to blame. They knew the chemistry between them was becoming quite volatile.
John sat up and helped her to stand. He grabbed the shirt he had discarded earlier and shrugged into it. Then they followed the crowd to the luncheon.
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When the women were all lined up on the Choosing Wall after they'd been fed, Hafalia called on John.
"Tonight is your last night with first choice, Sheppard. That is the right of all newcomers. But all men are given numbers according to the intensity and popularity of their performances. On the next men's choice you may not be first. Please choose wisely."
John walked down the line and back up making it look like he really couldn't decide. He stopped in front of the redhead who'd wanted to see his battle scars and saw Teyla's eyes narrow as the woman took John's hand and moved it to her exposed chest. Even eating carefully at lunch, John still had a good deal of kotus floating around his bloodstream and it surprised him that he did not feel any desire to interact with this woman. His hand on her breast, while pleasant, only made him want his hand to be on Teyla's breast instead.
So he removed it and went directly over to Teyla and held out his hand, the one that had not been touching the redhead, and asked, "One last time for old time's sake?"
Teyla bowed her head and quietly answered, "Of course."
She looked over at the blonde man and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'Sorry, maybe another time.'
Hafalia looked disappointed but not surprised as she called on the next participant, Belkon.
They went to the steam room immediately after the choosing ceremony but only spent a small amount of time there. They spent a little more time roaming the halls, checking out exactly where everything was and making sure their plan had a chance.
But they knew much of the plan lay in Jelisa's hands. If she couldn't manipulate the contents of the syringes, they could kiss their escape goodbye. Because no matter how much will power they had, the kotus injections were so potent the aftereffects would basically render them useless.
After their required rest and banquet feast, John and Teyla traveled willing over to Hafalia with the other performers for their injection. The first few days they had struggled endlessly until they were held down and been given the shot. But the last few days they had not even uttered a word of complaint.
But John knew he was a little nervous that Jelisa had not been able to make the switch. He put his arm out first and felt the twinge of the needle in his vein. He moved to the side and saw Teyla receive hers. They were both then escorted to one of the ready rooms. John still felt no effect but knew he needed to make it look good for the observers.
He flopped down on the couch and pasted a stupid grin on his face. Teyla walked in after and slid into the spot beside him. As they were first, the costumers, as they were called, came in immediately. John had a really hard time allowing them to strip him naked and oil his skin. He knew they did it of course but he'd never really been cognizant of it before. He had to keep biting his lip to keep from smashing his fist into the guy's face.
Watching them do this to Teyla was even harder, though. He could tell she was also finding it difficult especially when they were rubbing the oil into her breasts and lubricating between her legs. The only thing that got John through this was knowing he and Teyla would never have to go through this again. He knew that if he stopped the men from doing this now, he would blow any chance of their escape. And then he'd be subjected to watching Teyla be sexually abused by that beast, Belkon.
They were assisted to the stage and they heard the music start. John rushed right over to Teyla and wrapped his arms around her. He looked down into her face and saw determination shining through her terrified eyes.
"Are you all right?" he whispered in her ear as he nuzzled his nose into her neck and his hands started roaming so no one would be suspicious.
"I will be fine, John," Teyla's soft voice floated back to him. "But we must make this performance believable."
John framed her face with his strong hands and long fingers and rasped out, "Just look at me, Teyla. Keep looking at me and only me. You know I care about you more than anything else. It's just you and me out here. There's no one else around. Just you and me, okay?"
Teyla covered his hands with hers and smiled affectionately at him. "Yes, just the two of us and no one else."
John continued to whisper those words as he kissed her lips and moved his hands over her luscious body. Teyla responded, kotus still very prevalent in her veins from the week long exposure. She responded to his passionate kisses with ardor and her hands roamed over his chest, around his back and over his muscled backside.
As their intoxication with the other swelled, their awareness of the crowd around them diminished. After many minutes of kissing and caressing, their pants and robe lay discarded on the floor. Teyla absentmindedly kicked them away and reached for a thin pipe that arched over their heads. She held on tight as John stroked her overheated body with tender fingers and licked at her silky skin. He moved from her front to her back and from top to bottom, leaving no area untouched.
Teyla writhed and gyrated to her own rhythm as John worshipped and adored his goddess. Teyla's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. He figured that was good since at one point his attention on Teyla's undulating form had slipped and he noticed where Hafalia was seated in the audience.
Front row in a padded armless chair, where he'd expect her to be, and some young stud sitting at her feet. Although he wasn't really focused on her feet. He had his head in her lap, or should he say mouth on her crotch and she certainly seemed to be enjoying it.
His gaze shot immediately back to Teyla and knew they needed to make this look good. But then everything he did with Teyla was good. And luckily right now she seemed to be caught up in what his hands and tongue were doing to her.
He reached up and removed her hands from the overhead bar and lowered them onto his chest. He bent slightly and scooped her up to carry her over to the mattress. Best be comfortable he always thought. He lay Teyla gently down on it and lowered himself over her.
His mouth ravaged hers and his hands continued the journey they had started earlier. Her hands and mouth joined in and fought for dominance. Their intertwined bodies rolled over the mattress, arms and legs sliding along each other. The oil they had been lubed up with making the sensation so much more powerful.
After long moments of sensual longing and touching and intense pleasure, John sat up pulling Teyla with him. She climbed into his lap arranging herself so her throbbing center was positioned right above his pulsating shaft. She put one hand on his shoulder and moved the other to assure they would line up accurately. When she felt the head of his appendage penetrate her soft folds, she paused.
She lifted her other hand so it now too was on his shoulder and she gazed deeply into his eyes. Her lips descended to take his and as she snuck her tongue into his mouth she lowered herself only slightly onto his manhood. She removed her tongue as her hips moved to draw him back out, stopping before the tip was released. She repeated this action several times until John's groans could not be concealed any longer.
"You're killing me, Teyla!" John cried softly for her ears only.
Teyla's eyes turned impish as she lowered herself only slightly again and replied, "But it is a noble way to die, is it not?"
John's arms tightened around her as he chuckled. She finally took pity on him and eased herself down so he was fully encased inside her. They stayed that way for a few moments then John grabbed her hips and began moving her up and down, faster as each thrust hit its mark.
Teyla twisted and shimmied and rocked her hips in sync with John's and the flames grew higher inside her, threatening to incinerate her completely. One last, deep, penetrating thrust sent her completely over the edge and she sagged in John's arms as he thrust once more and toppled over with her.
They held onto each other and John regretted that the big guys would arrive any second to clean them off the stage for the next act. But he also knew it would then be their time to act and get out of this den of iniquity.
Sure enough the Hulk cousins showed up, wrapped them in large robes and ushered them off stage. Jelisa was waiting for them trying to hide her look of excitement and trepidation.
When they got back to their room, Jelisa turned her back so they could don the clothes she'd had cleaned and set out for them. As soon as their shoes were tied, John looked at Teyla and said, "Are you all right? You gonna be able to do this?"
"I am fine, John," Teyla replied her voice much stronger and more determined than he'd heard it in several days. "This part will be much easier than what we just did. Let us go."
They moved quickly but stealthily down the corridor and as Jelisa had promised, there was no one around. They slowed down as they approached the outside doors. They could see two large men and John almost groaned out loud when he realized it was Dee and Dum.
"They have had tea laced with kotus so they should be more pliant to our wishes," Jelisa assured them.
"But it'll be hard to get the jump on them where they're standing. But these two know us so maybe we can arrange something else." John explained his plan and they all moved into place.
Jelisa ran toward the door and shouted, "Hey, can you help me?"
The two heard her cries and looked in to see John and Teyla in an embrace. John had Teyla pushed up against the wall and Teyla had her legs wrapped around John's waist and their mouths were moving over each other's in a frenzy of passion.
"Do these two ever stop?" Dee grunted disgusted that he had to stop his conversation with his friend.
"I'm sorry," Jelisa apologized to the men. "But I was taking them back after their performance and they got away. They keep stopping to kiss but then they run away again. Can you help me get them back to their room, please? No one is supposed to be in the hallways right now."
"Yeah, fine," Dum agreed and the two men moved closer to the couple against the wall.
"Hey, you two," Dee called out, "Knock it off and get back to your rooms." He pulled John away from Teyla and Dum moved in for her.
Both John and Teyla slumped against the large men at that point and they fell a bit off balance. They reached to hold them but were surprised when John and Teyla hauled off and struck them. John sent a right hook into Dee's face and then another fist into his gut. The man staggered back and almost fell but regained his footing at the last second and swung at John, connecting with his jaw.
This time John staggered back and fell, seeing the now angry man lunging for him. John rolled toward him and kicked out at the man's legs, sending him to the floor. John jumped on top of him and hammered his fist into the man's face a few more times before the big man gave up and toppled onto his back.
He looked up to see Teyla still working on Dum, fists and legs flying in all directions. John scrambled to his feet to assist her but before he could get close enough Teyla landed the blow that sent the guard down for good.
John looked at Jelisa and ordered, "Get that rope. We'll drag them outside and tie them up good."
He and Teyla needed both their strength to drag each one out but they finally got them there and made sure they weren't anywhere in view of anyone inside. Hopefully no one would find them until the show ended and John knew that could be a few hours if the last week's performances were anything to go by.
Jelisa waved for them to follow her and she led them to an area a few minutes from the arena where she had hidden their supplies. John grabbed his tac vest and shrugged into it as Teyla did the same. He grabbed his P-90, appreciating the weight of it after so long without it. Jelisa picked up a large backpack and swung it on her back.
"You got everything you need to start a new life in that thing?" John quipped.
Jelisa gave him an appreciative smile and said, "All I need to be truly happy is Mendin."
"Then you will be just fine," Teyla congratulated.
Jelisa led them through the fields and up to the hills where Cobit had first encountered them a week ago. Both moons were out in full that night and made the travel a bit easier. She led them on a path through many kotus trees and finally stopped on an outcropping of large rocks.
"This is where we agreed to meet," Jelisa informed them. "If they are successful, they should be here shortly.
Teyla noticed the night here was a bit chillier than the day and she rubbed her arms to chase away the cold. They had never been outside at night. But Jelisa obviously knew what the nights were like as she pulled a heavy sweater from her pack to put on.
John noticed Teyla shiver and pulled her back against him as he leaned on one of the rocks. His arms moved around her in an attempt to keep her warm.
She leaned her head back on his shoulder and smiled her gratitude. He leaned down and kissed her cheek then they looked around the area, waiting for their friends, hoping they would arrive soon.
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