A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I won't be able to update again until Monday,
but please review this chapter! I don't think I'm going to change the
rating yet, but there's 1 bad word, 1 sort-of bad word, and one really bad
word, cut in half! :o)
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Warrick sighed with relief as he sat Sara down on a rock by the tent. "Stay," he ordered as he disappeared into the tent.
"Where am I going to go?"
"I don't know, but knowing you, you'll find somewhere," Warrick said. Sara heard him rustling things inside the tent before he finally came out. "Go ahead and change. Call me when you're done," he said, helping her into the tent. Warrick heard her groan as she slipped her swollen foot out of her boot before tossing them both outside.
Finally she yelled, "Okay, I'm decent." Warrick sighed and climbed into the tent as Sara was crawling in to her sleeping bag. "Do you have any pills? Tylenol, Advil, Vicodin?" She asked hopefully.
"No." Warrick rummaged through his bag before turning to Sara and sighing, "Um, close your eyes."
"Now it's my turn. No," Sara grinned, knowing she was annoying Warrick.
Warrick sighed, frustrated, "Please," he held up his clothes, indicating he needed to change.
"Okay," Sara closed her eyes, and then covered her eyes with her hand. Warrick sighed, but he trusted Sara. She wouldn't peek. Or if she did, she would know exactly how he felt about her.
Sara bit her lip. She was tempted to peek. Warrick loved to work out; she knew he had a great body. But, Sara knew how violated she'd feel if Warrick watched her change, so she sighed and kept her eyes closed.
"Okay, I'm dressed," he said. Sara heard him turn on the lantern and groaned as the sudden burst of light assaulted her eyes. She turned her head away from the offensive light. He grabbed his sleeping bag and swore loudly.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked. Seconds later, she felt something wet hit her face. "What the hell?" She yelled sitting up. She wiped off her face and looked up. Warrick was holding his sleeping bag over her. "What the fu-"
"It's wet," he said, "Damn!"
"So? Why did you spill water on it?"
"I didn't!"
"Then how did it get wet?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, you should," Sara pointed out. Warrick glared at her and turned to examine the spot where his sleeping bad was.
"There's a hole in the tent!"
"Why did you cut-" Warrick cut her off.
"I didn't!" he snapped. Sara grinned. Warrick was cute when he was pissed off.
"It's not going to dry anytime soon," he said finally.
"What are you going to do? You'll freeze without one," Sara said.
"I know," Warrick crawled over to her, "Scoot over!"
"No! This is my bag!" Sara said, but inside, she was thrilled.
"Move!" Warrick ordered. Sara grumbled but allowed Warrick to join her inside her nice, warm sleeping bag.
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Sorry to make this chapter so short! Please R&R!
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Warrick sighed with relief as he sat Sara down on a rock by the tent. "Stay," he ordered as he disappeared into the tent.
"Where am I going to go?"
"I don't know, but knowing you, you'll find somewhere," Warrick said. Sara heard him rustling things inside the tent before he finally came out. "Go ahead and change. Call me when you're done," he said, helping her into the tent. Warrick heard her groan as she slipped her swollen foot out of her boot before tossing them both outside.
Finally she yelled, "Okay, I'm decent." Warrick sighed and climbed into the tent as Sara was crawling in to her sleeping bag. "Do you have any pills? Tylenol, Advil, Vicodin?" She asked hopefully.
"No." Warrick rummaged through his bag before turning to Sara and sighing, "Um, close your eyes."
"Now it's my turn. No," Sara grinned, knowing she was annoying Warrick.
Warrick sighed, frustrated, "Please," he held up his clothes, indicating he needed to change.
"Okay," Sara closed her eyes, and then covered her eyes with her hand. Warrick sighed, but he trusted Sara. She wouldn't peek. Or if she did, she would know exactly how he felt about her.
Sara bit her lip. She was tempted to peek. Warrick loved to work out; she knew he had a great body. But, Sara knew how violated she'd feel if Warrick watched her change, so she sighed and kept her eyes closed.
"Okay, I'm dressed," he said. Sara heard him turn on the lantern and groaned as the sudden burst of light assaulted her eyes. She turned her head away from the offensive light. He grabbed his sleeping bag and swore loudly.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked. Seconds later, she felt something wet hit her face. "What the hell?" She yelled sitting up. She wiped off her face and looked up. Warrick was holding his sleeping bag over her. "What the fu-"
"It's wet," he said, "Damn!"
"So? Why did you spill water on it?"
"I didn't!"
"Then how did it get wet?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, you should," Sara pointed out. Warrick glared at her and turned to examine the spot where his sleeping bad was.
"There's a hole in the tent!"
"Why did you cut-" Warrick cut her off.
"I didn't!" he snapped. Sara grinned. Warrick was cute when he was pissed off.
"It's not going to dry anytime soon," he said finally.
"What are you going to do? You'll freeze without one," Sara said.
"I know," Warrick crawled over to her, "Scoot over!"
"No! This is my bag!" Sara said, but inside, she was thrilled.
"Move!" Warrick ordered. Sara grumbled but allowed Warrick to join her inside her nice, warm sleeping bag.
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Sorry to make this chapter so short! Please R&R!
