F5: A Mile

"Of course. Anything."

When they stood up, Jacob went to dress and she waved him off. "Don't bother. There's no one here but us. There never is."

Holding up his jeans, he managed another mischievous grin. "Now I know you're on drugs. Leave these babies? You have to be kidding."

"Your butt is doing just fine on its own, cowboy," she said, giving it a little spank.

He caught her hand and pulled her close, pressing her up against him, kissing her again, full and deep. When they broke it off sometime later, he asked, "You feel safe now? Can I say it?"

"Say what?" she asked, holding his hand with one arm and tracing her fingers through his chest hair with another.

"Your name. I miss the sound of it. It's such a pretty name."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she thought for a second. "It no longer means anything to me. I think I'd like a new one, just for us, just for this place."

"Any ideas? I've always been found of Sugartits, personally. It's got an elegance, you know, like a fine velvet paintin'."

"God, no." Rolling her eyes, she bit him lightly on his shoulder for being ridiculous. "Tell you what, let's talk about it while we walk. We'll figure something out together."

And with that they walked, around the lake and into something new, in the dark, holding hands, toward the morning, naked and free of burdens, in their barefeet.