'Bunkbeds?'

Hecate's expression was every bit as horrified as expected. Ada herself was no fan of the setup but there was no option.

'Take the top bunk.'

Hecate looked up and considered. She would. She'd never slept in one before but it looked like a torture device. Probably felt like one. She climbed to the top in trepidation. It looked sturdy enough.

'Is this what ordinary people do?' She muttered as she stepped back down. 'How utterly ridiculous.'

'Lucky we aren't camping. I wouldn't attempt to put up a tent even with magic, let alone the ordinary way.'

Hecate drilled her with a glare. She would not go camping for anyone, not even Ada. She was not amused that Ada knew this and had responded by humming some ridiculous song from a singer she had been informed was called Meatloaf. Ridiculous. She didn't even know what that word meant. Ada's grin was astronomical.

'Let's sort out some dinner.'

Hecate left her to it. She'd never been taught how to cook and would subsist on buttered bread all her days if she could. Ada made vegetable soup for her whenever she could. Hecate appreciated it even if her undiscerning tastebuds didn't. Food had never been a concern of hers.

They slurped soup and sourdough in their night clothes, comfortably ensconced on the patio amidst the sounds of the evening.

As primitive as cabin life was, Hecate thought she could deal with it for a couple of days. Even the bunkbed. Reclining in it felt a bit like a coffin. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. Hardly conducive to sleep, she mused. She had no idea how long she'd stayed awake. She could hear even breathing, Ada had probably nodded off. She tried closing her eyes but sleep would not oblige her.

'Shall I join you up there? We could cuddle.'

Hecate's eyes shot open at the disembodied voice. She didn't need to ask how Ada knew.

'I'll just find the lamp.'

Hecate knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep then.

'Wait.'

She manoeuvred herself to the tiresome ladder. It didn't take long to land. Sidestepping to the foot of the bottom bunk, she bent down and positioned herself to slide forward, intending to envelope the other woman beneath her. Ada shifted her legs aside but there wasn't much space.

'What a faff of a bed.'

Hecate considered something just as pleasing. She felt above her to find the available space and slithered forward, running her hands up Ada's legs to slide down her knickers. Ada giggled and spread her legs in anticipation, raising them to rest on the bed slats above. Hecate smiled as she lowered her head and began to lick at the proffered cunt. Ada wriggled in pleasure and reached for Hecate's free hand to clasp. Practical as ever, her lover's list of alternative activities when sleep eluded her included working on more potions, reading about potions and making notes about potions. They used to play Mikado sticks in the early days of the office evenings, when they had been too obtuse to notice each other. Sex was now top of Hecate's list for those sleepless nights. Ada had taught her the art of self pleasure, trying all sorts of tricks to find out what made her tick, spurring her confidence on.

Hecate had taken mental notes, stored up precious knowledge. There was an uncomfortable people pleasing trait that she couldn't quite shake off. All too late she had realised that it had been part of being a model student, to gain approval from people who demanded it. Ada had not delved too far into it, letting Hecate's silences and short explanations speak for itself. She did not demand approval, she had encouraged curiosity and Hecate had been drawn to her. Wanted to give herself freely. Hecate was aware that a variation in extra curricular activities would have benefitted her in her formative years but lack of opportunity had dulled that desire. She liked to think of her relationship as making up for lost time. While playing Mikado sticks and chess gave her some enjoyment, it didn't consume her the way that sex with Ada did. She took her time traversing the plane of flesh beating before her, flicking her tongue to the most concealed of nooks, keeping a steady rhythm while switching speeds, mentally mapping her way around. She could feel herself getting wet, remembering the last time Ada had serviced her. She was sure that she'd been overheard by unsuspecting bird watchers.

Ada hooked her toes into the space above, steadying herself for an inevitable climax. She panted in anticipation. Hecate's tongue was the most exquisite torture that she never wanted to end. Those deft fingers were agonisingly satisfying, gliding in and out of her with the practised knowledge of the eager sweet spots. Ada would never forget the first time she'd fastened her lips onto the other woman's quivering clit. She'd sucked softly to ease her into the sensation but Hecate had cried out louder than ever and gasped, slumping back against the pillows in surrender as the trembling took over. The trickle of her arousal tempted Ada who had swept it up with her tongue before resuming her attentions. She wasn't sure if Hecate had experienced an orgasm before but she would find a way until that satisfaction had been unlocked. The memory of that occasion made it easy for Ada to sink into the wonderous heat that soon cascaded over her.

Hecate revelled in making Ada soaking wet, delighted in hearing the sounds of satisfaction, feeling her fingers being swallowed by Ada's willing cunt, submerging and sucking the willing clit to feel the pulse on her tongue, their hunger matching each other. Ada clutched her hand as she shuddered through the waves of indulgence, groaning in gratification. It was just as well her legs were anchored; they were none too steady. Hecate was going to have to manoeuvre her back down again.

'Back upstairs, you'll hit your head on here.'

Hecate extradited herself from the ridiculous bottom bunk to do as she was bid. And this time Ada was rolling out and coming with her.