In the time of technology advancement to the point that you can control every aspect of your life from a mobile phone, inviting your loved one to a camp with 20 screaming scouts is not usually a plan that is met with success. However, luckily for Patsy, Delia is the outdoor type and jumped at the chance for a weekend in the woods under canvas, away from technology and the feeling of constant surveillance.
With the children and other leaders finally asleep, or at least pretending to be, Patsy and Delia found themselves sat in front of the slowly dying campfire. The fire had been used to cook s'mores, and had unfortunately been the cause of the burnt fingers now cradled by many sleeping bag covered children.
The light from the fire illuminated the tired faces of Patsy and Delia, flames reflecting in their eyes and the warmth burning their faces comfortably. Snuggled closely together, sat on a piece of tarpaulin in an attempt to ward off the wet ground, Patsy had never felt more at peace and was therefore rather disgruntled when Delia stood up.
"What's up Deels?"
"The fire is getting too low," Delia stated, wandering over to the wood pile and picking up several large logs to burn. Placing them on the fire in a triangular shape, Delia then placed some smaller branches and leaves in the centre, grinning like a small child when they immediately caught fire.
Poking at the now roaring fire, Delia was entranced by the flickering embers in front of her, slowly returning to the spot where she had abandoned Patsy.
"You're a bit of a pyromaniac, Delia, did you know that," Patsy smirked, enveloping Delia in her arms, appreciating the warmth and the smoky smell she had brought back with her.
"Yeah…" Delia breathed, "it's one of the prettiest things ever."
"I think you are one of the prettiest things ever," Patsy whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her love's head, pulling her in even closer to her body, enjoying the feeling of Delia's arms snaking their way around her hips, mirroring her embrace.
"I love you Pats."
"I love you too Delia, so very much."
Watching the embers die slowly once again, the silence around them was only interrupted by the crackling of the fire. The pair shared kisses and whispered declarations of love until they drifted off to sleep, only to be woken an hour later with the rising of the sun. Though more tired than they had been the night before, neither Patsy nor Delia would have traded their night on the forest floor under the stars for anything; not even for a lifetime in the comfiest bed in the world.