Garth shivered. It was starting to get cold. He looked over at De-Ji, who he had caught rubbing her hands over her arms to try and warm them. De-Ji caught him looking at her and smiled and waved, then walked over to him, carefully stepping around the brush and weeds that stuck to clothing. She wordlessly wrapped her arms around one of his own and huddled herself against him. She felt warm, and no doubt she was enjoying his warmth as well. He turned to hold her closer to him, smiling and resting his head on hers.
"About time for a campfire, wouldn't you say?" He asked her, his warm breath floating past her hair and warming her. She nodded against his chest, almost nuzzling him. He kissed just off to the side where her hair parted, then reluctantly released her. She hugged him tighter for a moment, and then took her arms away as well. They walked to the campfire ring together, hand in hand. Their hands let go reluctantly and started stacking little twigs and sticks into the fire in the vague shape of a teepee. De-Ji fetched the matches while Garth put the last of the twigs into the ring. De-Ji handed the matches to Garth and crouched by him. Garth struck one of the matches against the rough surface on the box, and lit the small scrap of paper that was in the middle of the structure of wood.
The two watched the fire grow, almost hypnotized by the flame, until the heat woke them from their daze. They stood up and gathered a couple of chairs, setting them close to one another. Garth put a few bigger sticks on the fire while De-Ji grabbed a blanket to wrap around their backs so that all sides of them would stay warm. She returned with a green polyester polar fleece blanket that she doubled and wrapped around the both of them after they sat in the chairs. The blanket rested on their shoulders as they sat. Their arms held the other in a loving embrace that kept them warm. Hip to hip, they could feel each other's heat through their clothes.
They stayed like that, breaking only to keep the fire going. They watched the fire in a comfortable silence as the sky blended from light blue to pink to purple to a midnight blue, interrupted by little white specks and a full moon. They kept warm as the cold of night set in, warmed by the other's body heat and affection, and the fire, of course, blazing orange, yellow and blue, giving off light that kept them in a drowsy state of awakefulness; leaving them feeling very content.
"Hmmm… Roasted marshmallows sound good…" De-Ji mumbled and shifted so that she could fit her arm around Garth better. He nodded and tilted his head to rest it on hers again. Long moments passed. Neither of them stirred.
"Aren't you going to get them?" Garth asked, letting his soft tone of voice set the mood in his voice so that it didn't sound rude.
"I thought you were," De-Ji answered, starting to laugh. Garth chuckled a little with her.
"I don't want to get up right now…" He said, taking an arm from around her to play with her curls. De-Ji giggled.
"Yeah, they don't sound that good," She said, starting to caress him. Silence took over them again. But they were perfectly happy as they were, feeling the other against themselves, along with their movements. It was grand, but alas, it could not last for forever. As the night wore on, their eyelids started feeling heavier and heavier until they had started to fall asleep in the chairs.
Garth woke up as the fire popped an air bubble in the stump's sap. He had jumped a little, waking up De-Ji as well. They grinned guiltily at each other, then stretched and got up, both agreeing silently that it was time to go to bed. They tidied up the camp area, putting away food, chairs and other things they had used, and went into the tent to rest with each other.