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Date Posted: 14:42:43 01/16/02 Wed
Author: Tristan
Subject: The cold creeps back
In reply to: Marz 's message, "Turning up the heat" on 09:49:50 01/16/02 Wed

Sometime later, Tristan opened his eyes and shivered slightly in the sudden gloom pervading the tent. The sun must have gone down, and there were only a few candles and oil lamps lit within. He blinked in the darkness and huddled up against the comforting warmth of Marz. They lay on the pillows together, with several blankets piled above them, but some how the cold still managed to seep through.

A lazy yawn escaped him, and he smiled in the darkness at the sleeping figure beside him. All his previous antagonism toward Saras, Jeremy, or anyone else had been momentarily drained. He felt like the happiest dragon in the entire world right now! Was it just him, or was every time Marz made love to him ten times better than the last? He makes me feel so special, he thought, smiling like an idiot and hugging his still slumbering lover closer.

“Marz,” he whispered into his ear, “Are you awake?” When he got no response, he traced a line slowly down the bridge of his nose and kissed the tip, making him stir slightly. “Marz,” he said softly again, kissing his ear this time, “You’re right. It’s cold in here!”

He started to throw his side of the blankets back, but stopped abruptly as a blast of chill desert night air hit his skin. Not only was it positively frigid out, but he didn’t like the idea of someone walking in while he shuffled around naked, looking for his clothes. He blushed a deep red when he realized what they’d done—what he’d actually encouraged Marz to do! They’d made love like animals in a public camp tent with nothing but a flap of material covering the doorway. Anybody could have come through. Worse yet, what if someone had passed by and, hearing a telltale moan or sigh, had politely moved away?

He pushed the all too disturbing thoughts from his head as he huddled back under the blankets and tried to figure out what to do. His eyes darted about the gloom until they finally alighted on a large backpack lying nearby. Of course! Marz had been folding clothes when he got here, so he could just reach in and take some of those instead of worrying about where his other stuff was. Marz had a tendency to throw things in his eager anticipation, and Tristan was loath to wander half blind about the place, searching for his shirt and pants.

He did see his swordbelt lying close by, but he ignored it for now, nabbing a pair of black pants from the pack instead. As he tried to pull the material up over his legs and hips under the blankets, his struggles began to finally bring Marz to full awareness.

“Good thing you were folding clothes,” he muttered, as he finished lacing up his pants. “It’s too damned cold to find mine!” His body must really be getting used to the hot Nerombian day temperatures for it to be even remotely bothered by these somewhat chilly nights. He caught Marz frowning in the gloom, as if mention of the folded clothes had sparked an unwelcome memory.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, moving close to him again. Instead of letting Marz answer, Tristan gave him another long, lingering kiss. “Why do you taste so very good?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around him, so that suddenly he wasn’t really cold at all anymore. He pushed his head down so that it rested just below Marz’s chin and sighed happily.

“I love you,” he murmured sleepily, and he thought he might just doze off once again, even though he’d just been thinking about getting dressed. They didn’t get too many moments like this together, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible.

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