the comfort of the West

“Let’s start small,” Sakura said. “I haven’t traveled far from my home.”
Shiro nodded in agreement. “Very well. It’s a few days’ travel, so it should give you a taste of what the world is like.”
“Then we’ll be sleeping…”
“Outside, of course,” Shiro smiled. “It should be a bit interesting.”
“I’ve been camping,” Sakura defended.
“Yes, but you’ve never made love under them…” Shiro said.

Little happened over their first day, pitching camp a bit before the sunset. Their sleeping bags were laid out, the warmth of the small fire adding to that from Shiro’s body.