Reminder: This is now an M rated fic. If you don't like that extra element, well you will know which bits to skip without losing the story's flow.

Two Princes

Chapter 12 – Discussions

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Kanaan

Tolim had done a good job on aligning his nose before the dressing had been applied, which had pleased the doctor. However, the remembered pain of that experience was not all that pleasing to Kanaan. The doctor announced that it was only a small fracture, and that Colonel Sheppard must have not hit Kanaan all that hard. Kanaan frowned up at her, keeping his opinion to himself.

He was still feeling extremely embarrassed, especially having had to walk through the camp on the way to the healing tent. Everyone had looked concerned for him, but he had also seen a touch of dry amusement in many eyes, as if they had seen this fight coming long before now. He looked at the doctor again as she handed him a cup of water and several of the Earth pain relieving tablets. He swallowed down the pills as carefully as he could, but it still gave him some pain.

The entrance to the tent was pushed open and abruptly Teyla appeared. He instantly felt even more embarrassed, and then regretful as he saw her worried expression. As her gaze landed on him her worried looked shifted to shock.

"Are you alright?" She asked as she moved across the tent towards him.

"Yes, I am fine," he lied.

She looked from him towards the doctor. The other woman moved forward.

"He is fine. He will be uncomfortable for a few days, but it should pass. The bones are not too badly fractured."

Teyla nodded and then her gaze shifted across the tent. "And John?" She asked.

"He fared better," the doctor replied, with what Kanaan sensed as a measured tone. "I believe he has returned to his tent."

Kanaan squashed down his niggling jealousy at hearing of Teyla's concern for Sheppard, for he knew it was to be expected now and he would have to get used to it. He peered back up at her, the sides of the large dressing across his swollen nose, partly blocking his view.

Teyla's expression had turned to annoyance and he wished she was still worrying. She glanced at the doctor, who turned away saying she had some instruments to clean and would be back in a few minutes. The woman left without taking anything with her.

Teyla sighed loudly in the quiet of the healing tent, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I apologise for my behaviour," Kanaan told her.

She was quiet for another long moment and then she relaxed her arms and moved to sit in the chair near his. He looked round at her and saw a softer expression was now mixed with concern. He decided to pre-empt her questions.

"It is over now, Teyla," he informed her gently. "Colonel Sheppard and I have discussed our differences." Her gaze moved to his nose with a raised eyebrow, but Kanaan continued. "There will be no more arguments between us."

She met his eyes and he held her gaze steadily, wishing her to see his honesty, and perhaps a little of his pain. She looked slightly pained herself as she looked away.

"Kanaan, I am sorry that I have caused you pain. That you felt forced to…"

He turned further round towards her. "The issues were between Colonel Sheppard and myself, and they are resolved." She was watching him with a touch of confusion and worry, and he decided that he would explain somewhat. He looked down at his hands, noting the grazed skin over his knuckles. "I saw him leaving your tent late last night."

She let out another sigh, clearly now understanding the origin of much of what had happened.

"I have been feeling very resentful towards Colonel Sheppard," he confessed further. "And seeing him leaving your tent like that–." He glanced up at her eyes again.

She reached out and laid a hand on his elbow. "I am sorry, Kanaan." He nodded in reply. "But, you must understand that my life, and yours, will go on."

He nodded as he reached over and laid his hand over hers for a brief second, before removing his touch. "I do. I just, had not expected to have seen you move forward so soon. And that it confirmed my thoughts before, that Sheppard…has always meant more to you than as just a friend."

She pulled her hand from his elbow slowly and he watched her set her hands on her lap. "Kanaan, nothing has ever happened between John and myself before this now."

He nodded. "I know that, but I guess I always knew that it might happen eventually."

"I am sorry," she whispered.

"And I am sorry about today," Kanaan replied as he gestured vaguely towards his nose.

A smile returned lightly to her face as her attention focused on his nose again. "You promise that there will be no more fighting between you and John?"

"I can promise that I will not behave so foolishly again." Unless Sheppard started another disagreement.

She seemed satisfied with his promise. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He shrugged. "Nothing much, just a few bruises."

Her eyes narrowed slightly and the touch of annoyance returned as she shook her head. Kanaan once again felt a flash of dark amusement that most of her wrath would now be focused on Sheppard.

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John

Lorne hadn't been happy about how Kanaan had lied to him to get John alone. So, it was a weird turn around that found John offering some half-hearted excuses for Kanaan's behaviour. Kanaan had been angry and hadn't been thinking straight and John didn't want Lorne to feel bad about being tricked. It was over, in the sense that there would be no more fighting or arguing, but that didn't make John and Kanaan friends – far from it.

Lorne hadn't looked all that convinced as he left John's side and headed away to his own tent, probably to share what had happened with Fera. Fera would no doubt find it amusing, and that reminded John that Teyla wasn't likely to when she found out. He glanced at the area of camp around him, surprised that she hadn't heard already, but then she was with the kids, so maybe she couldn't get away to kick his ass just yet.

He walked back to his tent, purposefully not hurrying in anyway. He reached his tent without her appearing, and with a touch of relief he closed the tent flap behind him. Now alone he took the time to stretch out his arms and back, really feeling for the bruises. His back ached slightly, but nothing compared to how he had felt in the past after sparring with Ronon, or Teyla for that matter. His jaw ached as did his cheek, but he had taken a look in one of the field mirrors in the well stocked first aid kit Tolim had been carrying, and John was sure that his cheek wouldn't be puffing up any time soon. Still hurt though.

He looked down at his clothes and muttered at the mud and grass stains across his trousers and jacket. His boots were especially muddy, but that was to be expected. He pulled off his boots and set them by the entrance and then pulled off his socks and he rolled one of his ankles testing what felt like a minor sprain. It was fine, no swelling or bruising.

He walked across his tent towards the sleeping area, pulling off his jacket as he moved towards the dividing screen that he had to separate off his sleeping area from the living space.

"John!" Teyla called from behind him and he heard the tent flap be pushed aside. He turned round to face her as he continued to pull off his jacket.

She had a worried, pissed off look to her.

"Hey," he greeted her.

She moved towards him, her eyes moving to his cheek and then quickly looked him up and down before she frowned at him again.

"What happened out there?" She demanded.

John sighed as he moved around the dividing screen with his muddied jacket. She followed along behind him, pursuing him into his sleeping area. He threw the jacket over a stool and reached down to pull his sidearm from its holster.

"I know, what're going to say – it was stupid and idiotic, but it's over now," he said trying to placate her.

"Yes, I saw how it ended," she replied as he checked the sidearm was on safety and unclipped his belt. "I saw Kanaan's nose."

John winced at that. "It's not like he left me much choice," he told her. He opened a cabinet and set his sidearm and knife up on the highest shelf away from where Torren might reach it.

"There is always a choice, John," Teyla responded. "You should not have fought with him."

John looked back round at her with a frown. "It's not like it was my idea," he told her.

"You could have seriously hurt him, John."

He turned back towards her with a twinge of jealousy. "You're taking his side in this?!"

She waved her hands in a dismissive gesture. "There are no sides here."

Now he felt slighted himself. "And here I was thinking you were going to be on my side."

"You were both behaving foolishly," she replied. "Violence is never the answer in resolving differences."

"Maybe you should be explaining that to your ex. He's the one who stalked me through the forest!"

She looked surprised at that and he pushed onwards.

"He's the one who wanted to 'chat' through the situation, whilst he was holding a hunting spear, so I thought I'd listen to what he had to say."

Teyla looked alarmed and shook her head in dismay. "I am sure Kanaan never intended to seriously hurt you, John," she offered.

"Tell that to my cheek," John told her as he pointed towards his bruised cheekbone.

She gave his cheekbone a sympathetic look, and then looked at his hand that was still pointing towards his face. "You threw a few punches of your own," she told him as she indicated the grazed knuckles on his right hand. John hadn't noticed them before now and looked down at his hand, remembering belatedly that when he had punched Kanaan's middle that he had felt the scrape of metal buttons against his knuckles.

"Well, he started it," John replied, falling back on schoolyard rules. He looked up from his knuckles and gave her a slightly sheepish smile.

She sighed and he could see that she wasn't angry anymore. She shook her head at him as she reached for his hand, her thumb passing over the injuries and he could feel as she could that the grazes were slight and already healing up.

"Kanaan, has promised me that there will be no more such incidents between you two."

"You've spoken to him already then?" He asked, surprised at the jealousy again – he was getting like Kanaan.

She rolled her eyes slightly, "I thought you were both in the healing tent, and I saw Kanaan there." John felt a little better at that, pleased to know that she hadn't set out to check on Kanaan first. She fixed her eyes with his again. "And do not change the subject. Promise me, John, that there will be no more 'disagreements' between you and Kanaan," she pushed.

"I was going to," he objected, glad that there was a nice touch of amusement, or perhaps bemusement, between them now. "I promise," he said "I won't start anything."

She lifted an eyebrow at him, clearly seeing through to what he hadn't said: that if Kanaan wanted to start something that was another matter, because John wouldn't just back down. After all he had to defend himself and his woman. He smiled at himself with that thought. She was still holding his hand and he closed his fingers around her hand and pulled her towards him.

He saw the look of pleased surprise across her face for a moment as she moved towards him. He pulled her hand out to his side, so that their bodies met in the middle, and then he cradled her hand up against the side of his chest, wrapped in his hand. He slid his other hand around her waist and she tilted her face up towards his. He saw the quick movement of her tongue to wet her lips before they touched his. Instant heat rushed through him and he set his lips to hers with more force than he had originally intended. She inhaled loudly in surprise against him, and as he pushed his tongue into her mouth the sound turned into a soft murmur of pleasure. It sounded good and he wrapped his arm a little further around her.

This kiss was a lot deeper than those last night and he kept it going, pulling his mouth from hers to press back, encouraging her lips wider and he let go of her hand to cup the back of her neck. She made that soft sound again and he rumbled in the back of his throat in reply. Her mouth was wet and hot against his and abruptly he had no intention of ending this.

He slid both his hands down her back, flattening her against him, enjoying the press of her breasts, belly and hips against him. He inhaled sharply through his nose as he slid his hands further down to her backside and pulled her even closer, allowing her to feel his fast growing arousal.

Her hands were around his neck now, her touch caressing up through his hair, over his neck and across his shoulders. She rubbed herself ever so slightly back against him and he decided that he had waited far too long for this with Teyla. He turned them, hugging her against his body as he continued to kiss her, and he walked her backwards away from the dividing screen towards his bed.

He reached down to her waist and slid his hands under the hem of her top and pulled upwards. She gave no indication in the least that she had any reservations about where this was headed, as she pulled her mouth from his and lifted her arms up for him to pull her top up and off her. He hadn't expected her to be naked under the top, but her breasts were suddenly revealed. Her mouth touched against his again, distracting him momentarily away from the sight of her luscious breasts. He met her tongue and he pulled her back against him, sliding one hand to her naked side to graze the outside of one of her breasts. She pulled back slightly allowing him to cup it fully and she slid her hands under his shirt, pushing it up his chest. She pressed up against his bared chest, her tight nipples against his skin, but it wasn't enough so he pulled his shirt up from where she had pushed it almost up to his neck. He returned his hands to her body as soon as he dropped his shirt to the floor. He wrapped his arms fully around her, for the first time feeling what it was like to properly hold her. He didn't return his mouth to hers but instead set his lips and tongue to her throat, kissing down from under her ear. She made another one of those gorgeous sounds that seemed to go straight to his groin. Her hands were caressing at his back, her nails occasionally adding a sharp thrill.

He slid his hands low again, cupping her backside as he reached the base of her throat with his mouth, and her hands tightened in his hair as she sensed where he was headed. He pulled away from her just enough to be able to bend his head down towards her breasts. She leant back, rising her nipples towards him and he slid one arm behind her to support her. He slid his tongue around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth and her hold on his hair tightened further as she let out a loud gasp of pleasure. He cradled the swell of her in his hand as he licked around the tightly puckered dark nipple. She gasped again in delight and he moved across to the other one.

But, as great as it was to taste her like this, he was no longer fully pressed up against her and so he slid his mouth from her and pulled her back up against his body. As he did so he met her eyes and saw them glazed with pleasure, dark and inviting. He held her against him, feeling the dampness he had left on her nipples against his own chest. She rubbed herself against him enjoying the sensation. He dropped his gaze to her open full lips and pressed his mouth to hers once again.

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Teyla

She had heard about being swept away in the flow of passion, but though she had thoroughly enjoyed love making in the past, she had never before lost her thoughts to passion like this. She heard herself moan around the kiss, the heat of his slightly hairy chest against her front, against her breasts electrifying. The hard ridge she could feel through the front of his trousers reflected the same intense overwhelming need she felt to lay with him now. She wanted his hands all over her, and she wanted to feel his naked body against hers. Her mouth was practically watering for him as he pulled his mouth from her lips again. She tightened her hold on the back of his neck, urging him closer, to continue with whatever it didn't matter as long as he was touching her, kissing her.

He had pulled back his upper chest from hers again, creating a space of cool air between them that was unacceptable, but then he was once again against her. His fingers slid under the swell of one of her breasts again as his wet hot mouth slid down under her jaw. She dropped her head backwards, her eyes tightly closed as he licked and sucked her throat. His hand massaged her breast, as his other hand was back down on her backside, holding her to him as he rubbed himself against her. She gasped his name, encouraging him and trying to express how good it felt to be so swept away with him. To feel how much he really did want her.

Both of his hands were at her waist then and he was pulling at the ties that held her skirts around her. The long skirt ties were wrapped around her waist several times, and would not part all that easily, but that did not seem to limit him, for as soon as he could one of his hands was sliding down her lower belly under the waistband and he slid his hand between her legs.

She groaned and rubbed herself into his palm, into the warmth of his hot hand. His fingers pulled at her underwear, desperate to get underneath. She rested her head forward now, pressing her forehead against his as he looked down between them. She closed her eyes in delight as his fingertips touched her most sensitive area, and caressed more gently than she would have expected. A powerful frisson of heat and arousal made her shudder. She felt him hesitate slightly, so she tightened her hold on his hair and the back of his neck to reassure him, and he grazed his fingers teasingly against her. She rocked against his hand, aware that she was groaning with the feel of it. Another time she may have felt embarrassed, but right now she did not care. Abrupt release was on the horizon and John was kissing the base of her throat again, working his way upwards this time. By the time he had reached her jaw and swept his lips across to her mouth, she was panting and his fingers were inside her. She could not really return his kiss properly for she was hanging on the precipice of awaiting climax.

He licked into her mouth as he rubbed inside of her and finally the release was upon her and she cried out. Her arms locked around his shoulders she arched her back and dropped her head back once more. He continued his caress and she ground back against him as the wave of pleasure receded far too quickly, heralding that so much more was waiting.

She relaxed her body, loosening her hold around his shoulders and lifted her head back up. She sought out his mouth and he pulled his fingers from her as they kissed. His hands tugged at her waistband and her skirts, which had somehow still remained partly slung around her hips, dropped away to join her underwear on the floor.

He crowded up to her, pushing against her with his body and she moved backwards until she felt the side of his bed against the back of her legs. She pulled her mouth from the enticing way he was pushing his tongue into her mouth and let go of him long enough to orientate herself with the bed behind her and she climbed backwards onto it, laying back across his bed. The sheets were cool against her back as she rested down, her eyes fixed on the sight of John crawling up over her.

His eyes were so dark and intent on her, and the sight of his passion for her made her feel so very powerful and alive. He set one hand and then the other on either side of her head as he knelt over her. She lifted her knees, opening her legs, making sure he was between them. His eyes ran up her body to meet her gaze and then down to her lips. He looked like he had when he had been under the influence of the Sweet Grain treatment; his eyes sparkling yet slightly glazed. His lips were open with his rapid breathing and she licked her lips at the sight of his full lips which she wished to kiss again. She slid her hands around his shoulders, pulling that him down to her and their mouths met again. She tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back from her.

He knelt back between her legs and she saw him pulling at the clasp of his trousers. She reached through her open knees to help him. His darkened eyes were roaming over her, perhaps slowing his concentration at getting undressed. She pulled at the Athosian fastening at the front of his trousers and she slipped her hand inside. She wrapped her hand over the length of him straining against the inside of his underwear beneath. He let out a loud groan at her touch. She smiled up at him as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. She stroked him again and he made the deep satisfied sound again.

She was just getting into a rhythm, questing her fingers to the end of him and circling, when he pulled back. He pushed her hands away as he leant back over her, his mouth back against hers. He shifted around against her as he worked to free himself of his trousers and underwear, but still keeping the kiss going as best he could. Finally she heard the sound of the clothing hitting the floor behind him and she ran her hands down to cup his exposed backside. She squeezed the full round muscular buttocks, moaning a little in need for him. He shifted his mouth back to her throat as between them his hand was once again between her thighs. She let out a delighted sigh at the renewed touch, but wanting more.

"John," she called to him desperately.

He parted her with his damp fingers and she felt the press of his erection against her opening. He pulled his mouth from her throat and leant over her as he rocked slightly, pushing the top of his hard head into her. She groaned at him, the size of him filling her, but not to the point of pain. "Yes," she gasped.

He tensed his backside under her hands and he began to push fully into her. With a low groan of satisfaction he buried himself fully inside her. She shifted under him, settling his weight better against her and he groaned again as she did. Smiling she did it again and he responded by pulling out ever so slightly and pushing back in. She looked up at his face. His smile met hers, but his eyes didn't remain on hers, instead they slipped to her mouth and then down to her chest again. He began a steady rhythm of small thrusts into her, but it was clear to her that he was as close to breaking point as she was.

She folded her ankles around the back of his thighs and urged him deeper as she moved with him. The speed was increasing between them, his hips moving faster and she rocked her pelvis with him, panting his name around gasps of growing tension to the point where she thought no tension or pressure could reach.

"Teyla," he moaned over and over into her ear as he pounded into her, his hands caressing over her, his panting loud and in time with her own. She grasped at his back, digging into him deeply, clawing her nails into his skin. She froze then and as he rocked tightly into her the tension finally crested and broke apart. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, her entire body arching up under him. He kept moving, one of his hands stroking down the back of her hair, supporting her head as she cried out in absolute relief at the waves of heat and intensity pouring up from her groin. The heat swept up through her body, filling her entirely. John's hand tightened in her hair as he thrust forcefully and finally she felt him reach his release. Her body was relaxing from its climax, and she opened her eyes to see the pleasure cross his face before he buried his face into the side of her throat.

His body shuddered under her hands and between her legs. She enjoyed the last few weak thrusts he managed before he shuddered again, moaning in that moment before his tension and pleasure would turn into complete relaxation. She wrapped her legs around him, holding them together and he pressed his groin even tighter against hers. And then his weight was pressing heavily over her as his body juddered once more.

He groaned as she did, the mutual sound so satisfying that she could not help but grin, though she felt too tired to even open her eyes. They lay holding each other as they panted and their hearts thundered in their chests.

She may have slept at this point, for she could not recall much after he moved from over her, his hand sliding over her belly. She opened her eyes after an indeterminate amount of time and sighed with the deep heavy relaxation she felt. John's hand on her belly and one of his knees over her left leg were a nice still weight that spoke of his own relaxation.

She rolled her head towards him to see him dozing right beside her, his body close and angled towards her. She ran her eyes down the full naked length of his body, enjoying the long smooth toned lines of him. She ran her eyes back up him feeling his eyes on her and she reached out to lay her left hand on his chest. Warm textured skin and hair met her fingers and she smoothed her hand over him contentedly. He made a gentle rumbling pleasured sound.

Smiling she looked up to his eyes and they shared a smile, that despite what had just happened between them, had a touch of shyness as well as amazement. His hand circled gently over her stomach and she sighed with delight and closed her eyes again. She could lie here all day. His hand slid across her stomach and down her far side, pulling on her gently encouraging her to roll towards him. She opened her eyes again and smiled at him as she rolled into his arms. He settled on his back, pulling her against his side and she settled herself over his chest. Snuggling against his warmth, running her hand down his chest and stomach then up again, she smiled again. His hand slid up and down her back, the touch slightly sleepy. She could definitely stay like this for a long time. He felt wonderful.

Abruptly she remembered that she was supposed to be elsewhere. She pushed herself up from his chest. "I left Meela alone with the children," she said worriedly or as much as she could when she felt this good.

John blinked his eyes open and looked up at her with an amused smile. "With all of them?"

Teyla began to reluctantly sit up from him, using his chest and thigh as support as she went. "Yes, and they will all need dinner soon," she muttered. As she sat up on the bed, turning to sit along the side, she smiled. "How long have we been in here?" She asked bemusedly.

John groaned as he sat up beside her, his body against hers as he did. He lifted his bare left wrist. "I took my watch off somewhere," he replied, his voice deep. He didn't sound in much of a hurry to move either. She ran her hand over his closest leg, up the thick thigh. She had not noticed how much more toned his body was until she now saw him out of his clothes.

He reached down to the floor and she enjoyed the display of moving musculature of his back, before he sat back up with his watch, turning it round. "It's only been about half an hour," he told her as he dropped the watch onto the bed beside him.

"Really?" She asked surprised, she would have thought considerably more time had passed.

He met her surprised look with an amused rather satisfied look. Her eyes wandered down his wide shoulders to his fully bare chest and lowered, but then stopped herself before she became distracted, and looked back up to his face. Only to find he was very openly admiring her, his arm was around her, his hand stroking her back.

"I need to get back to Meela," she said weakly, and then when she remained enjoying his touch she made herself get up from the bed.

His hand slid away from her back and off her backside as she moved away to stand beside his bed. "I'm sure someone else has been helping her," he said.

She turned to him as she began to quickly sort through the sea of clothing at her feet. She draped John's clothes on the bed and began to pull hers on. She looked at John as she did, hoping he would not feel too resentful for her leaving like this. However, his attention seemed to be far too interested in watching her. He gave her a smug, sparkling gaze in return.

She had gotten on her skirt and underwear and she pulled on her shirt as she leant in back towards him. "Most of the others are all out in the fields and I doubt those returning from the hunt will want to offer to help her." She slid her hand around his neck and kissed him lightly. "I am sorry to leave now."

As she stood back from him, he pulled a look to show he was disappointed, but the entirely relaxed smug look he wore beneath shone through as he looked at her.

"You might want to brush your hair before you go though," he told her smiling up at her.

She reached up to her hair, remembering John's hands running through it, clasping it in his hand. She turned, suppressing the wave of arousal, and she picked up John's brush. He nodded that she could use it, but obviously there would be payment for its use, for he reached for her waist and pulled her towards him as she quickly ran the brush through her hair.

She settled on one of his thighs, sitting across him and she met his light kiss. "I am sorry," she repeated, one arm around his shoulders, the other against the chest.

"For just the leaving part though, right? He asked. It had been delivered with a teasing tone, but she sensed it was a very real question.

She took a breath, allowing all of her pleasure and lingering arousal to show for him. "Yes, for nothing else am I sorry for," she told him.

"Good," he replied bluntly and kissed her quickly again. His hands were lingering around her backside and her thigh, though now it was more a soft caressing touch, rather than to entice her.

She glanced down at the amazing sight of John Sheppard's hand stroking over her thigh and was seriously tempted to leave Meela alone in that tent. She rubbed her cheek against John's and kissed him once more and pulled back from him slowly. Only for him to tighten his hold to keep her close.

"Ah, there's just one thing, Teyla," he said quietly, and now his tone was a little more focused and serious. She settled on his leg again. "I know the Athosian women drink a tea, you know for protection…from getting pregnant," he stumbled.

She smiled at him, running her free hand along his collar bones. "It is alright, John. I take the tea, we will be fine."

He nodded, looking slightly embarrassed despite the situation. "'Cause you know I would have asked sooner, but this," he angled his head towards the bed behind them. "Took me by surprise."

She nodded. "Yes, it did." Though, she had already begun taking the tea again yesterday after ceasing to drink it following her break up with Kanaan. She had suspected that it would be best to begin drinking the herbs soon with John.

"Good," he repeated his eyes sparkling again. "Not that Torren isn't great, but it's a bit soon," he said, only to then catch himself. "Not that I'm saying that I…"

She took pity on him and leant in to kiss him briefly and pulled away from him smiling. "Do not worry, John. I understand what you meant to say."

"Okay," he said with clear relief.

She returned his brush to the side table and located her sandals back by the dividing screen. She stepped over to them and slipped them back on.

"You got Torren with you tonight?" John asked.

She turned to see him standing unselfconsciously naked before her. She smiled at him; both at his question and at the glorious sight of him as he began reaching for his clothes she had laid on the bed. "Yes, he is with me tonight." She would like to keep her time with Torren tonight alone, since she planned to spend tomorrow day and night with John.

"We still on for our picnic tomorrow?" He asked as she turned to leave and she heard his clothes hit the washing basket on the far side of the tent.

"Yes, most definitely," she replied, impressed at his shot across the tent. "I will see you later at dinner then," she confirmed as she rounded the dividing screen to leave.

"I'll head over soon and take Torren off your hands, one less demanding kid to take care of," he offered from behind the screen.

She paused and looked back round to thank him. John had turned, presumably having not noticed she was still looking at him from the screen. He leant into his wardrobe to pull out some clean clothes, giving her a lovely view of his entirely naked rear view.

She smiled with pleasure as she left his tent, only then to remember that she did not wish to advertise to the entire camp what she had been doing with John for the last half an hour.

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TBC