#one time i went camping and didn't pack extra underwear

[pbandjesse]

Apparently it takes two nights away from home for me to lose my immunity to Sweetp because my eyeball has swollen shut and I am so snotty. But I am still, despite this, really happy to be home.

Last night wasn't the worst sleep. But having to leave the cabin to go use the bathroom was worse. It wasn't actually colder but I felt colder. Me and James had switched sides of the bed and that allowed them to cuddle me without as much arm discomfort, but I still struggle to fall asleep. Though I went to sleep much quicker this time. I would wake up a few times to traverse the woods. And my back was hurting still. But it was fine and I was able to mostly sleep through the night.

James woke me up around 830. And I slowly got up. They had mostly packed our items already and were already dressed. I went and brushed my teeth first before coming back to get cleaned up and changed. I was very much looking forward to getting a real shower at home later on. (Though I got really startled when James accident set our car alarm off just as I was walking by. Sorry to the other 3 camp sites, I'm sure it scared you too!!)

But I was in a good mood. I liked my outfit and my hair. I packed up my stuff. I only had one pair of underwear and an extra T-shirt dress that weren't used and I love when I pack the correct amount of stuff. And packing everything I had didn't take long.

I sat on the bed while James finished packing our bedding. I had a yogurt and a soda. And checked on the menu of the cafe in town James suggested. And when everything was packed up I asked James to walk around the camp loop with me for a little before we left. And it was really nice walking down to the water and showing James the weird smooth stumps and floating tree roots that looked like stilts. It was cold but we had eachother and that was enough.

After giving the last of our fire wood to the people at the cabin next to us and throwing the last of our trash in the dumpster, we were off.

We drove into snow hill. Which is a cute little town but it seems in the year or two since we've been they have had a lot of closures. But the cafe we went to was absolutely adorable and the food was good. Though the bread with my avocado toast wasn't sturdy enough and went soggy really fast. Ah well.

We got a little print out of their Dickens town event but it ended up mostly being a bust for a lot of their planned events. At least while we were there. It was supposed to start at 10 and we walked around the little downtown but we couldn't see anything happening. We went to the park where there was supposed to be some transitional craft demos and a holiday bizarre but there wasn't anything there? We thought maybe we were to punctual so we went back to the download part and went in some shops.

We found a model train store and James loves those. And while some of the individual trains were cool, I felt like the display was very incomplete. Like it was a lot of purchased vignettes but nothing was connected and there was a lot of bare table. I may just be spoiled by good set up but this was apparently something that's been in this building since 1997 so I felt it was lacking. Still fun to see James be excited about trains. I love seeing James excited.

We wandered around the antique store we had been to before but while I had fun looking, there wasn't anything I thought anyone would like as a gift so we didn't spend a whole ton of time there.

Instead we went back towards the park, figuring an hour after the start time would be something. But still no??

The only person there was the blacksmith. And he didn't even set his stuff up because he was also confused as to why no one else was there. It was very weird. But we ended up talking to him for a half hour. He handed me a bent nail puzzle (that we did end up buying) and I could not solve it on purpose. Though I did once by accident. Eventually he showed me how and I can almost always get it now. It is a fun little trinket.

He gave James a much more complicated one to try, and even after he showed us neither of us could get that one right. That one was $40 though and while it was a beautiful object, it was just to much for us today. We did get his information and he suggested some blacksmith guildes I could look into if I wanted to get back into metal work after I have baby. Really though it was just nice talking so someone so passionate about metal. He is also a professor with a doctorate in math so also a very smart cookie.

He could have kept us in the conversation for another half hour but I announced I was cold and ready to go. We wished him a happy holiday and we were off.

We went back to the cafe we started with to use their bathroom. I got a red velvet muffin for the road. And the we headed home.

The almost 3 hour drive felt very long. I don't know why it felt so much longer then normal but I was so ready to be home. I enjoyed James's company. We are candy and shared car snacks. Listened to podcasts. James quizzed me on baseball and we learned about stuff together. I was happy to be with James. But I really wanted to be home.

And eventually we were! We got back here at 230. I immediately went to find Sweetp and James brought everything inside. Me and Sweetp went out back so they could roll around on the concrete for a little. And once everything was in from the car I started putting things where they belonged.

It didn't take terribly long. We worked as a team. And once things were away I decided I needed to keep moving and I needed to work on rearranging the studio.

Eventually I want to build some kind of fake closet or a platform or something. I need to change the flow of the space and how you move through it from the front door. But that's a long way away type of project. Instead today I thought I would move some shelves. This ended up really making me feel better. Though at times I was a little overwhelmed.

When we lived in the apartment and I wanted to redo the studio layout I could move everything to the living room while I thought things through and brought stuff back in. But because of the layout of the house there isn't a great way to move everything out for that purpose. Plus the carpet makes it so much harder to slide things like furniture around.

So I just tired my best to work with what I had. I pushed stuff to the front door. I had James help take some stuff down off the wall so I moved move one of the old shelves there. James helped move the shelf when I couldn't slide it. I decided to take apart the cubby shelf again and make it just a collum of cubes and arrange the other wooden bookcase on an angle with the cubbies behind it. I also have James bring up the blue rug from the basement and having that dark color mirroring the ceiling mural, and the angle of the book case, I really felt so much better about how everything was looking. I felt much more settled.

Though this took almost 2.5 hours to do.

By the time I was done and me and James had worked together to get most things back in a home (except my fluffy fabric which I need to go through and fold in the next couple days) it was almost time to think about dinner.

I wasn't exactly hungry yet though so we had some chilling on the couch time. But still 6 we did get ourselves together to go get Matthew's for dinner.

And that was perfect. When we got there our favorite waitress, Grace, was back. We haven't seen her in forever and I was worried she didn't work there anymore. But she came right to us and was like "your normal order??" And she put it in right away. The other waitress was like oh she knew who you were right away. It was a to be seen is to be known is to be loved moment and it was so cute.

Me and James spent a lot of dinner talking about our budget and I set up my savings I have been working on to transfer to our shared account automatically. I tend to forget sbd James hates asking me and it makes them feel bad to ask their wife for money. So this is an easy fix. And hopefully by the time it starts to dwindle I will be back to work and won't have to worry about it. Right now we only have 4 total events in January so I am not going to have much to add to it. But hopefully I can find ways to add something. We will see how the month unfolds.

Dinner was excellent. There were two families with little kids with them and James was saying how excited they are to bring our baby to Matthew's. James is excited to do everything with our kid and that's so nice. I am struggling sometimes to feel like it's real and they will be here in an excited way. Like my rational brain thinks about them being here all the time but more of just how they will fit in. James is talking about the experience we will have having them there and seeing things with new eyes. It's nice that they express that to me. Makes me feel less alone.

James also told me today that they struggled talking about our baby with other people because she's ours. Like. She's our thing. No one else's thing. And I don't think I'm articulating that here well but I absolutely understood them in that moment. She's ours. No matter what anyone else's opinion is, we made her and we are going to have so much fun with her. I'm excited to find out who she is.

We got home around 7. Laughing and teasing. We came and laid upstairs. My allergies were starting to go off. James was editing on their laptop and I was just scrolling on my phone. Eventually James went to take a shower. And when they came back my eye was swollen shut. Horrible. I took meds and would also take as shower but even after eye drops it took most of an hour to be able to open my eye again.

So now I'm only sort of squinting. I have what I think is heartburn, or at least slight acid reflux. And I am just so incredibly tired. It's so nice to be back in our bed with our cat and complete control over the temperature.

Hopefully sleep comes easier tonight. Tomorrow our plan is to go to the punk rock flea market, get Sweetp a new collar (I did find his missing one outside but it's all jacked up), get groceries, and just have a nice Sunday together. I hope it all works out how we plan.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[theladyofdeath]

Can the prompt just be Nessian living their best lives and essentially it just be fluff and smut because my heart can’t handle angst lolll. It can just be all the fluffy content we all need to get through life haha

"I hate bugs. All of them. I hate them." Nesta swatted at her arm, again, hoping to kill yet another mosquito. "Even the helpful, beautiful ones at this point. I've been bitten so many times that I think I'm just turning into one giant...bite."

Cassian chuckled as he watched her approach, arms crossed as he leaned against their van. It was an old thing, a vintage Volkswagen that Cassian had bought and refurbished for quick little camping trips, just the two of them. It was much cheaper than a camper and, in Nesta's words, much cuter.

It was a concept she was now regretting as her entire body itched.

"I told you to put on bugspray," Cassian chimed.

"I did," she snapped, itching her arm. "Didn't work."

"Then you didn't put on bugspray because if you had, you wouldn't be getting bit," Cassian shot back. "I put it on and I haven't gotten bitten once."

She frowned, stopping in front of him. "You're a pain in my ass, you know that?"

"I do," he agreed, with absolutely no hesitation. "I also know that you are a far bigger pain in my ass, so I win."

Nesta rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the curling of her thinned lips. She laughed quietly when she asked, "At what point did this become a competition?"

"The second you said that you've been bit a million times and I've been bit...zero times," Cassian said, grinning as his arms went around her slim waist. "I won that, too."

Nesta shook her head, her cheek falling into his chest as she looked out at the horizon. It was late July and the day had been ridiculously hot. Now, as the sun began to sink, it was finally starting to cool down.

They had never been to this spot before, but it had been recommended by Mor who used it often when she needed a day or two to get away. It was secluded, up on a hill with no one else around, a quarter of a mile from the sandy banks. From the top of their hill, they could see the vast ocean, its endless blue waters bringing its own sense of peace to the landscape.

"Wanna go for a swim before it gets dark?" Cassian asked, voice muffled from the top of her head. "Less bugs by the water."

"That's a good selling point," she confessed.

"And you get to see me without a shirt on," he added.

Nesta chuckled as she looked up at him, eyes bright. "You're never fully clothed. I'm surprised you're wearing a shirt right now."

A brow lifted. "Is that a complaint?"

"Never," she promised, and pushed off that broad chest of his to round the van. She opened the back door and climbed inside, opening her backpack to dig for her swimsuit.

She pulled out her pajamas, her hoodie, her clothing for the next day, then her socks and her underwear. With a frown, she dug a little bit deeper, pulling out her hairbrush, dry shampoo, her deodorant, her extra hair-ties, and her hat. Cassian had gotten her the ball-cap for their one year anniversary. It read, My husband is hot. She had rolled her eyes when she opened the gift.

And had worn it a million times since.

Beneath the hat, though, was the bottom of the bag and her swimsuit was nowhere to be found.

Just in case she had put it in the wrong bag, she checked Cassian's. For a man who never wore shirts, he had packed five for the two day trip. Beneath all of his clothing, however, was more disappointment.

She hopped out of the van with a huff and found Cassian lounging in a chair around the firepit he'd thrown together once they had arrived. He had the same shorts on, but his chest was bare. She assumed that meant he was ready to go.

"I forgot my swimsuit at home," she said, when he looked at her, fully clothed, with raised brows.

"Wear what you have on," he suggested.

Nesta looked down at her jean shorts and black tanktop. She scrunched her nose. "I hate wet clothes."

"Then go naked," he said, perfectly amused by the thought, judging by his tone.

Nesta snorted. "I'm not going naked. Not everyone needs to see every inch of me."

Cassian rolled his eyes as he stood. "We're in the mountains. There's maybe five people in the area. Most of them are fishermen. It'll probably be good for them to see some ass."

Nesta punched him in the shoulder as he stopped in front of her, and he only laughed, tugging her closer to him by her waist.

"Fine," he went on, pressing his body up against hers. "Go in your underwear. Covers as much."

Nesta leaned back to meet his bright gaze. "I'm afraid my underwear doesn't leave much to the imagination today."

"No?" he asked, hugging her tighter. "Now I'm intrigued."

"As if you've never seen it before," she said, voice dropping low. She knew that look in his eye, knew what it meant, what he was thinking, when that light turned a shade darker.

"And yet, every time feels like the first time," he muttered and leaned down to kiss her.

Nesta's head fell back, though, as she laughed. Cassian's mouth caught her chin. "I don't know how you ever got women before me with lines like that."

Cassian's grin widened as he said, "Oh, they laughed. I'm very charming." Nesta's hands went up his arms and around his neck. "Doesn't matter, though. Every woman before you was a waste of time, anyways."

Nesta's eyes softened as she leaned up on her toes and kissed him, slowly. As cheesy as it was when he said it, Nesta knew the feeling all too well. Every time she looked at Cassian, her heart still went wild. When she kissed him, when they made love, it was never dull, even after being together for nearly a decade. He was her one, her only. Even now, when they touched, it felt like the very first time. Butterflies and all.

Cassian picked her up, guiding her legs around his waist, and carried her towards the van. "Swimming be damned," he muttered, against her lips. "I'm much more interested in this scandalous underwear of yours."

"You would be," Nesta said, not that she was complaining while she held onto him tightly as he crawled into the back of the van, over the mountain of blankets and pillows he had laid out that morning.

Her back hit the pillows and Cassian wasted no time as his mouth found hers. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips and she allowed him in, just as she always did. He still grunted in approval, his body falling onto hers as his hand tangled into her loose, golden-brown hair. She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth as she rolled them over, the van swaying with them as she mounted his waist.

With rough, calloused hands, Cassian ran his palms beneath her tanktop and up her sides until her black-laced covered breasts were on full display. The bra had no support, was scarcely more than a scrap with some wire. Cassian traced the outline of it with his fingertips.

Nesta's underwear was no better, the thong barely covering what it was meant to. She had been right. If a fisherman caught her in those, he would no longer be paying attention to what was beneath the water. Cassian, though, was allowed to be distracted by it for he was wholly hers.

It seemed he liked it a little too much, though, considering he asked her to leave it on while he made love to her, ardently, well into the night.