After eating sandwiches for dinner, playing a few rounds of hearts, fish, war, then a game of charades, now worn out and still warm Carrie and Brody were sprawled out on the rug, staring up at the ceiling while Farrah lay curled up on the sofabed, cuddling with Merriweather and Calvin both. Sitting up slightly, Brody looked at her in awe.

"How the fuck is she...is that a fleece blanket she's got on?", he whispered.

"Don't worry. She always does this.", Carrie sighed, sitting up in turn.

"I've got three blankets on her bed at home. She likes to feel cozy."

"Well there's a fine line between feeling cozy and feeling overheated.", Brody noted, looking at her nervously and tempted to yank the pink fleece off of her.

"I know. But last night when we had the fire going I looked and she'd adjusted, was down to just one blanket. Trust me, she'll be fine."

"Will you?", Brody asked in concern. Judging from the way she'd been guzzling water all night and looked so tired the heat and her didn't mix.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine.", she insisted, hoping she didn't come off as snippy but feeling like she had. Sighing, she managed a smile. Rubbed his shoulder reassuringly.

"I'm fine, I promise. I'm just not fond of weather like this."

"Well hopefully it'll pass. You said you wanted to show Farrah the clearing tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah. And the heat's supposed to break tonight so..."

"Good. I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too. Hopefully I'll perk up a bit."

"Hey, what if I happened to prefer you like this?", Brody teased, earning a swat on the arm but then a kiss on the lips.

Too warm to let it lead to much else, he made his way down the hall to the canoe bed. Carrie meanwhile grabbed a pillow from the couch and stretched out on the floor, not wanting to disturb Farrah or get within a foot of that fleece blanket. An hour passed by though and she still couldn't shut her eyes.

"Jesus. Fuck this.", she groaned as she sat up, then stood up. Walking out onto the porch she stared out at the water and suddenly a sly smile formed on her lips. Quickly she turned around, tiptoed past Farrah and down the hall to Brody's room, walking in through the partially open door.

"Carrie? What the-"

"Are you asleep?"

"Trying.", he groaned, sitting up in bed before realizing she'd worn his white tee shirt to sleep in.

"Hey, that's my shirt!"

"Yeah well, it's your own fault for leaving it out. You want it back?", she teased.

"Get over here and you'll have your answer."

Watching in intrigue as she made her way over to the bed, leaned in to kiss him he went to pull her closer but she pulled back. "Hey! What the-"

"Shhh..", she purred. Pecking him on the lips once more she made her way to the door, motioning for him to follow her.

"Carrie..what are you...Carrie!", he hissed but she'd already taken off down the hallway.

Rolling his eyes Brody quietly, quickly walked after her into the living room. Watching as she checked on a still sleeping Farrah, then made her way onto and off of the porch. Taking off towards the dock. It was dark out and she was a ways ahead of him, but he could still make out her silhouette, and what she was stripping out of.

"Shit! Carrie what are you-"

"I thought it was pretty obvious."

Kicking her thong off to the side Carrie slipped off his white tee, handing it to him. "You wanted this back?", she smirked before turning around, diving headfirst into the water as he quickly stripped, laughing as he jumped in after her. Finally he came up for air and gave her a devious grin, swam closer.

"You know we shouldn't be doing this."

"We shouldn't have done a lot of things...", she smirked, moving in for a kiss before he pushed her back against the side of the dock. Breaking free of her lips he nipped at her neck, hands roaming all over her as her nails dug more marks into his upper back.

Before things kicked into a higher gear though, Brody forced himself to pull back. He wanted her. God he fucking wanted her, but their first time back wouldn't be in a goddamn lake. Not when he had other ideas.

When he reached for her again, she expected he'd pull her onto the dock and take her right there. Instead though he lifted her over his shoulder, then tossed her back towards the center of the lake, a little too effortlessly.

"Wh...what the fuck!", Carrie sputtered once surfacing, not sure if she should be offended or laugh. Her face showed both emotions.

With a laugh and a "Who, me?" look on his face, Brody swam backwards as she swam towards him. "Close your eyes.", he said.

"Excuse me?!"

"I said close your eyes. Don't tell me you never played Marco Polo as a kid."

"I played Cops and Robbers.", she smirked.

"Okay well, quick tutorial. What you do is close your eyes and try to-"

"I know how to play, Brody!"

"Okay then, prove it."

Accepting the challenge she squeezed her eyes shut. "Marco?"

Quietly Brody floated around and past her, smug as he remembered how he'd kick most everyone's ass at this game as a kid. "Polo."

Hearing him behind, then to the side of her, Carrie shot towards him but knew he'd slipped past her. "Shit! Marco?!"

"Polo.", Brody smiled, dodging her again in the nick of time.

"Marco!", Carrie yelled, clearly annoyed this time as he came up behind, leaned to whisper in her ear.

"Polo-"

"Ha!" Turning quickly she got a swipe at his shoulders as her eyes snapped open.

"Good job for your first time.", Brody congratulated as she grinned, swam closer.

"So now that I've won, what's my prize?"

Grinning he moved to lift her again but she flinched, eyes narrowed.

"So fucking help me if you throw me again..."

"Hey c'mon, don't you trust me?", he asked as she shook her head, wriggled out of his grasp.

"I promise.", Raising his right hand he laughed. "This is a no throwing zone."

Rolling her eyes she swam backwards. "Again, you're the biggest dork."

"Thanks to you I'm well aware of that.", he teased as she snorted, started splashing at him to the point he had to shield his face.

"What the..Carrie! Cut it out or I swear-"

"What?!", she smirked. Continuing to splash him right as lights flickered on from across the lake.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"What does it look like?!", Carrie snorted as another light switched on.

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!", a man's voice boomed.

"Hey! You're the only fuckers making noise!", she retorted as Brody let out a laugh. But when they heard a shotgun being cocked they knew it was time they get a move on.

"Oh shit!"

Quickly they swam to the dock and scrambled onto it, retrieving their clothes when they heard a loud thunderclap, saw lightning in the distance.

"Nice. Great time for the sky to fucking open...", Brody groaned as it began hailing, and Carrie felt a piece strike her on the head.

"Oh fuck, GO!"

He'd thrown on his sweatpants and she'd slipped her shirt back on as they ran down the dock, back up towards the cabin through the pouring rain. When she went to run onto the porch though he stopped her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her under the overhang and into a fiery kiss. The rain falling in sheets around them she deepened the kiss, pulled him closer until she was trapped between him and the cabin wall, that shook when the wind rushed past it.

He kissed the line of her jaw, the curve of neck while her fingers combed his damp hair, dug at his scalp. Pulling him closer as he pressed himself into her, pushed her back into the wall.

Her hands came up around his neck and she brought her lips back to his, then she made a move to get those damn sweatpants off of him. Lightning flashed, her legs locked around him, and he was inside her before they heard the thunder. Tightening around him, his pace quickened until she cried out, triggering him. It happened as fast as it had their first drunken time in the backseat of her car. Not that either of them objected.

Catching their breath, her hand still in his hair as he supported her on the wall, Brody went to let her down but Carrie shook her head. Hid her face in the crook of his neck as she held him tighter.

"I just want to live here.", she whispered in his ear before meeting his gaze, budding her nose with his. Pushing her hair back he smiled, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose before murmuring something against her lips.

Realizing he wasn't concerned anymore with being careful, Carrie smiled, realized she wasn't concerned anymore either. "I love you too.", she whispered in his ear. Pulling back enough to see his eyes. Tearing up seeing his were glistened over.
Entangled in emotions and in each other, everything felt slowed down, calmer now that they'd taken the edge the storm hadn't settled down any and had cooled the surrounding air.

Feeling her shivering he kissed her once more, then let her down and pulled on his sweatpants.

"Hey! What-"

"You're half frozen under that shirt of mine, that's what! C'mon!" he yelled, wanting to be heard over the rain as he motioned for her to follow him to the porch.

"C'mon what?!"

"We need to get back inside!"

"WHAT?!"

"GET BACK INSIDE!", Brody yelled, then realized from her laughing she had heard him. Agitated and officially soaked through, he shot her a glare. Then more of one when she shook her head.

"No!", she laughed.

"Carrie!"

"I'm not going back in until I see you go back in!", she yelled, testing his memory as she slowly strode backwards.

Arching a brow, her hands went behind her back as she watched him closely, playfully. She wasn't going back inside the cabin until he did, and was content to do this dance around the perimeter of it all night.

"Carrie for God's sake just go insid-"

"You first!", she laughed, dodging him when he reached for her.

To avoid him still she ducked behind a tree, then took off forcing him to chase her. But after jumping over a puddle or two in the process, Brody looking to be enjoying himself.
Watching him, Carrie realized this was starting to lose its appeal. Instead of being able to push Brody's buttons she had him playing along, beating her at her own game.

"Jesus, Brody. Get the fuck inside and I will too! What's so hard to understand!", she yelled over the wind.

"I'm not letting you off that easy! You made a game of this, now you expect me not to play!", he laughed, clearing another puddle as Carrie stalked off, in the general direction of the porch.

"Oh you're kidding. Now you go in without me!", he scoffed, looking at her incredulously as she shrugged, ran to the front door.

Refusing to stay outside in the rain and play this stupid game by himself, he ran onto the porch as she ran inside, then locked the front door on him. "What the...Carrie! CARRIE!", he yelled, turning the knob.

"Go jump in a few more puddles!", she laughed, smirking victoriously at him before going to check on Farrah.