At night the earth cools and things are bearable in the jungle, the cabin retains the heat of the day and it's finally pleasant to walk around in some manner of dress. Not that Riley encourages such behavior but it's nice to lay back on the hammock in a shirt and shorts and listen to the ambient noises of the jungle all around them. At first she
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The image of Riley in shorts and a tight t-shirt is always one that makes Remy walk home as quickly as possible. Not that home is that far from the makeshift medical center they've got set up for her.
Tonight's no different. She swings the door open to find Riley chugging her beer - Remy smirks at the memory of a drinking contest held a few months back, when Riley earned the respect of most of the men in the surrounding hundred miles - and puts her bag down by the door.
"Did you save any for me, Tex?" She's not really talking about the beer...
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They depended on one another in more ways then who would order take out that evening. The door opens and Riley smiles, it's easy to know who's coming to the door, easy to hear footsteps and tell before the door is even open. Remy has a very distinct step, with a purpose and with strength, it is only after more beers then just one does Riley think there might not be a time she hears those steps.
"Mmmmm," she hums low before her eyes turn toward the woman who just walked through the door. "Maybe, for a certain price."
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She saunters over to Riley and slides a hand around her waist. Her other hand plucks the beer from Riley's hand. She takes a sip, then leans in for a kiss. "I think I can figure something out."
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There is always room for more practice on the hammock.
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