No. She must have been imagining things. Though why her mind would ever come up with such a ridiculous notion, she didn't know. He simply couldn't have. She must have heard wrong, or maybe he wasn't doing what she thought he was. She really couldn't see him that well from where she was. She could barely even tell it was him, let alone see...Who was she kidding? There was no mistaking it, even if she couldn't actually see anything. Bash had just been...pleasuring himself, and he'd said her name. Clear as day.
She couldn't move at first. She wasn't sure how to process that. He was so turned on by her that he had to stop in the middle of nowhere to...alleviate the problem? That made no sense. He was him and she was her, and it made no sense. How could he possibly feel that way about her? Shouldn't he hate her? Not that attraction and hate are mutually exclusive...but this is Bash...how could that be? She shook her head and took off back to the campsite. The last thing she wanted right now was for him to find her and realize that she'd seen him. Talk about an awkward night around thee campfire...not that this wasn't awkward enough. What was she supposed to do? How would she ever look him in the eye again without thinking about...Oh god...now she was thinking about...no no no. She couldn't let her mind go there. The way he'd been leaning into the tree, moaning her name...that sound was so...she could see herself between him and that tree...she wondered how he...'Catherine stop it. What is wrong with you? You have Christophe. Not to mention you have enough problems right now that you don't need to be adding to.' she mentally scolded herself. She sat on the same rock she'd been sitting on before and stared into the middle distance trying to stop the thoughts in her mind.
Bash rubbed his face in frustration. What the hell was that? How had she affected him like that? One moment she was this just this foreign idea to him, someone he barely knew, and the next he couldn't control himself. All because he'd seen her with that servant? No. It wasn't just that. Perhaps it was the realization that she was person, no different than anyone else. Not the untouchable force of nature he'd always seen her as. Someone he'd used to fear and respect, but never thought of in any other way. He'd never had reason to. But after seeing her in such a...candid situation...hearing her...seeing her desires...desires for a younger man...a man below her in station...it made him wonder...curiosity turning to lust.
He started walking back to camp, halfway there realizing he needed to bring back firewood and turned back around.
She couldn't shake it. The sound of her name dripping from his mouth in desire. It was haunting...and enticing. She liked the way it sounded. The way it seemed as though it were part of his breath. A breath desperate...for her. She had to stop thinking this way. It couldn't possibly lead to anywhere good. Yes these were truly dangerous thoughts. Especially considering they had at least three more days alone together. She made a pact with herself to stop right then and there. Think about something else. Anything else. Yes, she would simply focus on the task at hand...hands...his hands...on himself...on her...damn it. This was going to be harder than she'd thought. A lot of things lately had been harder than she'd thought. She thought maybe she should just go take a cue from Bash and take care of this herself. Play the thoughts out in her mind. Maybe then it would stop circling her mind. No. She couldn't. She wouldn't let herself give into those thoughts. Not about him. Not him. 'God why is Christophe not here right now?' She thought to herself. Then she could satisfy her needs without admitting to herself that she was attracted to Bash's blue eyes and firm backside.
Just when her thoughts were about to travel to other parts of his anatomy...he returned with the firewood. She looked up, trying not to stare at him.
"What took you so long?" She asked, trying to sound normal.
"Most of the wood out there was too wet." He said, trying not to look her in the eye.
"I'll bet." She mumbled to herself.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She replied. He started stacking the wood on the ground in front of her. Her eyes found their way to that very firm backside as he bent over. She wanted nothing more then to reach out and...no. No this had to stop. This curiosity was going to kill her. Yes curiosity. That's all it was. She just wanted to know if what she'd walked up on back there meant what she thought.
"Are you hungry? I could catch us something for dinner." He said.
"Starving." She said as he looked up. God she was...there was just something about her...the way she just comanded attention. She was always the biggest presence in the room. He used to think it was because she was always up to something, but it was just her essence, her strength. She was like gravity. Everything was drawn to her. He was staring and he knew it, but he couldn't stop. She could feel his eyes on her. Those eyes. He cleared his throat.
"I uh...aright I'll go do that." He said turning. She watched him walk away...oh dear lord this was going to be a long couple of days.
