Sometimes You Just Gotta Go With It

He nodded at her words about Fireside. They'd been around for as long as he could remember, and likely for much longer before that. He ate his portion of meat, too. Taking another drink of moonshine before sitting back with a full belly. He had been drinking a little more than she had, and he could feel the effects of it, too. When she asked if he had plans and if she could stick around, he shrugged. "No plans. I don't mind if you stay the night. Better than wandering around in the dark and sleeping in the dirt, right?" He stoked the fire again, and as the sun started going down, the pair of them got to talking about nothing in particular. The weather. Their old packs. The goings-on in the world now.

They drank and they talked, all the while getting a little closer with each drink until they were practically snuggled up all in the name of keeping warm. The moonshine was practically one, and so were they as they laughed and talked. He found himself wrapped up with her, the galaxy-clad male inhaling her sweet scent as she pressed into him, and he couldn't help but return the gesture. He leaned down and started gently kissing her neck. Her shoulder. Her back. And she did the same to his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Darkness had come. And Ares was in for a wild night.

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