looked around, but there was no sign of Sam and the fire was dead. Outside she could hear some sort of bird warbling a complaint.
Absently she stood up and the memory of the previous night returned to her. She smiled again in spite of herself, and looked down at her naked body, at the triangle of her hips as they swam into her nether regions. In a way, she could still feel Sam inside her, a swelling presence that had explored her in a way no one else ever had. She blushed instantly, and felt another tingling below her navel.
On the kitchen counter there was a note from Sam saying he had decided to run some errands first thing. It was a hastily written note and she wondered why. Did he have some sort of misgivings about what had happened last night? It had all just sort of happened. She made a mental note to try and talk to him about it when he returned. In the meantime, she was hungry.
She was halfway through pouring coffee into a mug and serving some scrambled eggs on two plates when Sam finally burst in again. He was out of breath, but the sight of Emily again with her hair down and pouring yellow yolks onto a plate in her underwear was enough to make him grin like a puppy and he picked her up and kissed her again, pulling her by the waist into him.
“I made eggs, I hope you don’t mind. Oh, and coffee. Is everything okay, why are you breathing so heavily?”
“Looks delicious,” he said, sitting down, “and I’m breathing heavily ‘cause I got a look at you.” She tossed a piece of toast at him and was surprised at his reflexes as he snapped it out of the air and took a bite. “Seriously, though, just some trouble with scheduling.”
“Nothing too serious?”
That familiar tension line in his jaw popped out again and he lowered his eyes. “Well, I was supposed to take a couple of hunters into the woods on Monday, but it turns out that they had to reschedule… the only time they could get off from work was….”
“Was what?” she said, sensing a trap.
“Tomorrow,” he shrugged apologetically.
At another time Emily would have been a bit put-off – it had, after all, been his idea to fly all the way out here with her for the weekend. But at the same time the development in their relationship, and his apparent comfort with how things had turned out now, had made her a bit more forgiving. She shrugged.
“I understand… does that mean you’ll be heading off tomorrow?”
Sam paused again. “When it rains, it pours,” he said, “we have to head back to Fairbanks today actually. Apparently the faucet in Lily’s cabin and two of the others also burst last night and there’s water everywhere. I’m going to have to work today and tomorrow just to fix it. I’m really sorry, Em, it looks like the weekend’s busted.”
She felt sympathetic toward him. He was probably the same age as her, but he was the double owner of cabins and a tour company. Plus, she could see how awful he felt about it. No doubt he had been running around Trapper Creek all this morning trying to work something out so as not to disappoint her. She reached across the table and touched his hand.
“But what about the hunters then? If you have to fix all the plumbing over the next two days-”
“Then I’ll probably lose one of my big paydays,” he shrugged.
There was silence across the table as the two of them ate, and again Emily could tell that Sam was quite distraught over matters and doing his best to try and put on a brave face. She bit her lip again and
Absently she stood up and the memory of the previous night returned to her. She smiled again in spite of herself, and looked down at her naked body, at the triangle of her hips as they swam into her nether regions. In a way, she could still feel Sam inside her, a swelling presence that had explored her in a way no one else ever had. She blushed instantly, and felt another tingling below her navel.
On the kitchen counter there was a note from Sam saying he had decided to run some errands first thing. It was a hastily written note and she wondered why. Did he have some sort of misgivings about what had happened last night? It had all just sort of happened. She made a mental note to try and talk to him about it when he returned. In the meantime, she was hungry.
She was halfway through pouring coffee into a mug and serving some scrambled eggs on two plates when Sam finally burst in again. He was out of breath, but the sight of Emily again with her hair down and pouring yellow yolks onto a plate in her underwear was enough to make him grin like a puppy and he picked her up and kissed her again, pulling her by the waist into him.
“I made eggs, I hope you don’t mind. Oh, and coffee. Is everything okay, why are you breathing so heavily?”
“Looks delicious,” he said, sitting down, “and I’m breathing heavily ‘cause I got a look at you.” She tossed a piece of toast at him and was surprised at his reflexes as he snapped it out of the air and took a bite. “Seriously, though, just some trouble with scheduling.”
“Nothing too serious?”
That familiar tension line in his jaw popped out again and he lowered his eyes. “Well, I was supposed to take a couple of hunters into the woods on Monday, but it turns out that they had to reschedule… the only time they could get off from work was….”
“Was what?” she said, sensing a trap.
“Tomorrow,” he shrugged apologetically.
At another time Emily would have been a bit put-off – it had, after all, been his idea to fly all the way out here with her for the weekend. But at the same time the development in their relationship, and his apparent comfort with how things had turned out now, had made her a bit more forgiving. She shrugged.
“I understand… does that mean you’ll be heading off tomorrow?”
Sam paused again. “When it rains, it pours,” he said, “we have to head back to Fairbanks today actually. Apparently the faucet in Lily’s cabin and two of the others also burst last night and there’s water everywhere. I’m going to have to work today and tomorrow just to fix it. I’m really sorry, Em, it looks like the weekend’s busted.”
She felt sympathetic toward him. He was probably the same age as her, but he was the double owner of cabins and a tour company. Plus, she could see how awful he felt about it. No doubt he had been running around Trapper Creek all this morning trying to work something out so as not to disappoint her. She reached across the table and touched his hand.
“But what about the hunters then? If you have to fix all the plumbing over the next two days-”
“Then I’ll probably lose one of my big paydays,” he shrugged.
There was silence across the table as the two of them ate, and again Emily could tell that Sam was quite distraught over matters and doing his best to try and put on a brave face. She bit her lip again and
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