Since I got a few requests to put this back up after I took it down... here it is again. Inspired by some silly fun discussions about camping, hiking and what do to in or at a lake :) English is not my first language so thanks in advance for pointing out spelling or other mistakes. And since the inspiration for this is finally up...Please read the inspiration for this Two Rules and a Tent by CercandoUnaVoce.


The clearing is quiet and probably not many hikers will use this old and seemingly forgotten path, but his senses are on overdrive ever since the tent had been set up and Chris had suggested going for a swim.

His toes had dipped into the water. It wasn't cold per se but it wasn't warm either. Probably just a little refreshment after having hiked here and set up camp.

The small wooden dock made for a perfect way in or out of the lake without having to trudge over the slick stones, therefore he had decided to wait there.

Chris smiles to herself peeking out of the tent while tying up the last of the strings that make up her bikini. Street had been the perfect gentleman in offering her the refuge of this tent to change. This sweet quality was something she cherished in him. A stark contrast to the cocky man she had met four, five years ago. The man she right now felt so much for. So much she had no idea how to deal with it if it wouldn't work.

That thought brought her back to the present. Street had asked her what this trip, this weekend alone was about and simply put she had replied with a half-truth when she said, "It's about us,".

Yes, it was about them, but it was about much more. It was meant to test if there was really more to them, or would they crash and burn once she'd let sex be a part of them? That thought seriously scared her.

This next part would mean playing with fire.

She had missed him, and she knew how much he had missed her. This was their first real chance to be alone. To be just them.

After one last breath she steps out of the tent.

Her eyes trail down to the dock and Street who by now has leaned back. His torso propped up by his flexed arms.

He must've felt her eyes on him because he turns his head and gives her an appreciative once over before getting up onto his feet to welcome her into his arms.

He still can't quite believe Chris is here in his arms when he feels her untangle herself and lightly push on his chest, sending him tumbling backwards into the water.

When his head is back out of the water, he only sees the light splash of water next to him and seconds later Chris reemerges with a glint in her eyes that drives Jim to simply reach for her.

In the blink of an eye his lips have claimed hers and the cooling effect of the water is all but lost on him. The way she reacts to his every touch and that mewling sound that falls from her lips when his have found that spot just below her ear… it almost drives him insane.

Chris clamps her legs around his waist and uses one hand as leverage on his shoulders to keep from falling. Not that that would've been possible, but she wanted his hands definitely somewhere else than firmly planted at her waist.

She turns her head slightly and laps up some water droplets on his throat. She is immediately rewarded by a quickening of his breathing and a low hum in his throat. Chris smiles against his skin and carefully moves the hand she used to play with his hair down to his. Intertwining their fingers and raising their hands to the nape of her neck. In hopes of giving him the final hint what she wants right now.

But instead of loosening the tie of her top Street caresses the nape of her neck and then closes her mouth with a deep and thorough kiss while anchoring her head perfectly.

What he didn't expect was the frustrated growl coming from Chris.

Street pulls back slightly and stares into a mischievous grin while Chris takes her hand of his shoulder blades and leans back while keeping her legs securely wrapped around him. Her hands raise to the tie in her neck and his eyes grow a little wider.

He can't help himself but leans in and whispers "Are you sure?" against her lips.

The playful nibble he gets is answer enough and with a few strokes he reaches the edge of the lake.

When he tries to get up and walk out of the water Chris decides to lick the hollow of his throat and Streets legs buckle at the sensation. At the same time Chris fingers dance between them and dip dangerously inside the waistband of his shorts.

He lets out a low growl and carefully repositions one of his hands to her upper body and when his thumb lightly traces the out- and underside of her breast he gets rewarded by a gasps against his skin and a shiver.

"Two can play this game," he whispers in her ear before his lips move back to that sweet spot. Chris squirms at first and then he feels her nails dig in his shoulder and he gets them into the tent as quick as his legs let him.