BR Day 11 - Saturday Morning

Waking up with Beth on a little cot is nice, but also agonizing. For her too. The cot is terrible, and you’re in a weird position… your back is destroyed. Neither of you even bothers with a good morning kiss as you groan and drag your naked bodies out of the cot. The little shack still stinks of sex. The cot was so uncomfortable that sleeping was difficult, so you were up half the night just lazily kissing and using your hands on each other. Out in the real world, you would have had your phones to look at…

You feel like a wrung-out rag. Once you’re on your feet and working some of the kinks out, Beth touches your bottom and turns you around to kiss you.

“Morning, baby,” you say groggily.

“We’re a disgrace,” she says, looking like you feel.

You quickly sneak to the showers to clean up, and on the way, you hear rumbles of thunder. It’s going to rain soon, and the others will start waking up as well.

At breakfast, Beth rubs at her sore lower back.

“You OK?” you ask her. You’re sore too.

She looks a bit grumpy, but you can’t blame her. “Want to go on a date?” she asks.

Rain is pouring on the camp. “Where?” you ask, puzzled.

“Remember that hot spring that Lara took me to?”

You think back. Hmm. You do remember that. It feels like a lifetime ago. A different life, as though that chapter of your relationship with Beth was written by a different person or something. Strange.

“Yeah,” you say. “That place was kind of cool.” Apart from the deadly traps and stuff.

“I want to go soak.”

“Oh. Good idea,” you say.

“I’ll get directions from Lara. Can you pack us a lunch?”

“Sure,” you say. Easy. After breakfast, you empty your backpack and sneak into the dining hall’s kitchen. Nobody expects anyone to go anywhere in this weather. You grab some food and a couple of beers that were stashed at the back of the fridge. It’s not the most romantic meal, but it’s the best you can do in this place. Besides, romance is great, but right now the thought of a hot soak is way more appealing to you than sex.

You put the backpack on and meet up with Beth outside Blue Team’s cabin.

“Did she talk?”

“She wanted me to show her my tits,” Beth says, rolling her eyes. “I told her you would show her yours.”

“She’s seen them all,” you remind her.

“She’s an idiot. I’ve got it. Ready?”

“Ready,” you say.

“God. Couldn’t it ease up just a smidge?” she says tiredly, looking out at the heavy rain.

No such luck. You’ll have to go through it.