Summer Nights

He took her by the waist, "Is that all the show I get?"
Jenna wasn’t as shocked as she should have been, probably because of the booze. Her response was to kiss him again, “Well… It would be a little more… intimate in private.”
He murred and then nipped at her playfully. His hands never left her waist. She moved in closer to him, and nuzzled his neck before lightly nipping at it playfully herself. “You know… I do have a wagon for the night… but I don’t want to think I’m taking advantage of you in your condition,” she whispered to him jokingly.
He snorted at the remark, "Taking advantage of me? Pfft."
She continued nibbling on his neck, and purred to him, “You wouldn’t like being taken advantage of, Sir?”
"My name is Lance, you damn well know it, woman." With an off balanced rock they both fell back off the log and into the grass.
Jenna yelped as they fell, and lay laughing on top of Lance, she made a half-hearted attempt to roll off of him. Lance only snatched her up before she had the chance to. He pulled her close and kissed her with a loud purr.

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I felt compelled to draw this little bit of the story we're working on, because it was so sickeningly cute and romantic.

Jenna and Lance, drunk, at a gypsy camp, and having fun.

Lance (c)