As the sun began setting, sending golden light through the trees, Michael and April woke. They walked across the shallow part of the river and began to investigate that side of the forest.
They hiked the whole night, flashlights in one hand, machetes in the other.
The night was crisp. The crescent moon and stars were out. In the distance an owl hooted. It would have been a perfect night if the knowledge that a monster was probably out on the prowl didn't put them on edge.
After a long and unsuccessful night of trying to find said monster and any people camping, Michael and April set up camp by the river at sunrise.
When the tent was pitched and a fire was lit, April grabbed her environment friendly shampoo and headed to the river's edge. After she tested the misty water, which was chilly but tolerable, she turned to Michael, who was feeding the fire some sticks.
"You coming?" she asked.
With that, she stripped, throwing her clothes down in a pile before wadding into a calm but deep part of the section of river.
Michael watched her, mesmerized for a moment, only able to think of how beautiful she was.
He joined her as April leaned back to wet her dark hair. When she straightened, Michael was by her side, and she gave him a quick kiss before squeezing a bit of shampoo into her left hand and passing the bottle to him.
They both washed their hair and rinsed in the lake.
When they were done washing up, Michael started for his towel near the riverbank, but April halted him with a kiss. He embraced her as she laid her hands on his broad chest, and deepened it.
When they parted, Michael rested his head against hers. "We should..."
April cut him off. "We have to sleep anyways. There's plenty of time to cover more ground later."
Michael pulled her closer and lifted her.
Ignoring the slight chill of the morning air on her now exposed upper body, April wrapped her legs around Michael's waist and her arms around his neck.
He buried his face in her hair and kissed her neck before meeting her lips again. As they kissed deeply, he carried her out of the water and to their tent.
Lost in the moment, neither of them cared that they were still dripping wet when Michael lay April upon their sleeping bags. All they could think about was each other and their need to connect.
Their hands wondered each other's bodies as they moved their lips against each other's. When Michael finally made that final ultimate connection with her, April splayed her hands on his back and bit the bottom of his lip.
He thrust towards her and April covered his whole mouth with hers again. They couldn't get enough of each other.
Michael pumped slowly into her, over and over. The tension built, and April moaned. As she gripped Michael's shoulders, he began moving faster and their breath became irregular as their heartbeats sped up and they found themselves holding their breath at times.
Michael grunted as he pumped harder and harder, that familiar tension building in his body as sweat broke out on his and April's foreheads.
April squeezed his shoulders, gasping each time he moved forward.
When the tension in his body nearly reached maximum and Michael knew he was about to lose it, he rested his forehead against April's shoulder and gave one final deep thrust, shuddering as he released.
Three more smaller thrusts and April came down from her climax as well.
Michael lay beside her, eyes wide, breathing heavily, and April rested her head on his right shoulder, nose touching his neck.
Both lay still like that for a while, enjoying their bliss after love, until they fell asleep.