You sleep in - and are a little difficult to wake up

As you sleep, you find yourself dreaming. There aren't many details, but you're clinging to something warm and comfortable, while gusts of winds shake you about, as if to tear you loose from your spot. Loud, indistinct noises buffet your ears, but you ignore everything, to warm and cozy to budge an inch.

As time goes on, the winds seem to grow more intense, shaking you about all the more fiercely, until finally, they seem to gather into a solid mass, striking you rather abruptly across the rear. You quiver, the sensation somehow familiar...though surely the wind has never spanked you before? The incongruity of the thought lingers in your head, and as 'the wind' delivers another stinging slap to your backside, you awaken, your eyes shooting open to the sight of Broderick's exasperated - but clearly amused - expression.

You reluctantly release him from your grip as you blink a few times, your arms actually a little sore from how tightly you were apparently gripping him in your sleep.

"Couldn't you think of a gentler way to wake me up?" Your expression and voice make you seem like you're pouting, but the 'warmth' Broderick's hand just delivered to your backside has you tingling with excitement in spite of yourself.

"You think I didn't try?" Broderick smiles wryly. "I tried everything from speaking to outright shaking you." His hand drifts back down to cup one rounded globe of your bottom, the casual familiarity with which he touches you making your pulse race. "Besides Mia...I was quite gentle." He leaves it unspoken that you know how rough he can be.

The rather intense look in his eyes makes your face redden, your entire body feeling hot under his gaze...it's pretty clear where things are going, but it's already a little past sunrise and the camp is starting to liven up.