Time to sleep

After our heartfelt conversation, Leona turned to me with a thoughtful expression. "I have a favor to ask," she began, glancing over at Diana, who was sleeping soundly. "Diana's completely out, and I'd hate to wake her. Would you mind carrying her to her cot?"

Surprised by the request, I nodded. "Of course, I'd be happy to help."

Leona smiled appreciatively. "I've noticed your arms are quite muscular, despite your lack of battle experience," she said with a hint of teasing. "We can use that to our advantage so Diana doesn't wake up."

Feeling a mix of pride and eagerness to assist, I approached Diana, who looked utterly peaceful in her slumber. I bent down, carefully sliding one arm under her knees and the other under her back. As I lifted her, I marveled at how light she felt. Diana's athletic build was evident, with not an ounce of unnecessary weight, but I hadn't expected her to be so effortlessly light in my arms. Her compact frame contrasted with Leona's taller stature and my own, making her feel almost ethereal.

As I carried her, the sensation of her soft, moon-pale skin against my arms was striking. Her warmth seeped through my skin, and the texture was smooth and comforting, reminding me of the gentle glow of the full moon. It was a deeply intimate moment, holding her so close, her breath steady and calm against my chest.

Gently, I laid Diana down on her cot, making sure she was comfortable. Leona joined me, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection. She knelt beside Diana, wiping away the small trail of drool from her friend's face with a tender hand. The gesture was so gentle and loving, showcasing the deep bond between them.

Leona whispered, "Thank you for helping. She's not usually this ****." She tucked the blanket around Diana, ensuring she was snug and warm.

Once Diana was settled, Leona and I walked back towards the fire. The night was quiet, the crackling of the flames providing a soothing background. Leona turned to me, her expression soft and sincere. "You've been such a great help tonight," she said, her voice warm. "I wanted to show my appreciation." She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my other cheek. The warmth of her lips sent a gentle shiver through me, contrasting with the cool night air.

Leona pulled back, a playful glint in her eyes. "I didn't want Diana to have all the fun," she added with a sweet giggle, her laughter light and infectious.

"Goodnight," she whispered, giving me a final, appreciative smile before heading to her bed.

Still feeling the warmth of her kiss, I made my way to the cot they had prepared for me. The day's events played over in my mind—the unexpected kindness, the shared stories, the gentle intimacy of the evening. As I settled into the cot, the lingering sensation of Leona's and Diana's kisses on my cheeks filled me with a warm, comforting glow. The intimate touches and the gentle feel of their lips had left a subtle, tingling warmth that seemed to settle low in my abdomen, a faint but unmistakable sign of arousal.

The firelight flickered, casting dancing shadows around the camp. I glanced over at Leona and Diana, both resting peacefully. It was a surreal yet profoundly comforting feeling to be here with them, sharing these moments. As I lay back, staring up at the star-filled sky, I couldn't help but smile. The warmth on my cheeks and the memory of the day's events wrapped around me like a soft blanket, sending me almost instantly into the land of dreams.