The Year is 2020

"It's going to rain. Are we going to leave still?" Jen asked, wondering if he would travel through all sorts of weather. To her delight he said no, and that they would remain one more night. She wasn't exactly dressed for that sort of traveling, especially at high speeds on a bike.

And just like that, rain began to fall from the skies without mercy. Both of them retired to the tent, where they would most likely be forced to wait all night. This could have made for a quite a boring time, until John reached into his bag and pulled out a deck of playing cards. For the next few hours they played poker, using all sorts of random objects as money for the game.

"So, what exactly would you classify yourself as?" Jen asked two cards in her hand. She was winning, with a two and three of spades in her hands as well as the four, five, and six of spades creating the river. The flop had not been shown yet, so there was still hope for John.

"That depends on what you mean," John replied, a smile playing at his lips.

"I mean are you part of a clan, outcast or with any affiliation of sorts?" she said taking note of his smirk.

"What are you smirking at?"

"I'm not part of anything. I don't need anyone to guide me. Clans are the exact same thing as the government was, except with fewer restrictions. We got what we asked for: anarchy. Now the only real difference is more governments with many more deaths..." He said all of this quite calmly, not hint of disturbance in expression.

The flop came next, and the two cards that came were Jacks: spades and hearts. This meant nothing to Jen, as her straight flush did not change. John could not contain his excitement, a fully blown smile on his face.

"Wait, do you hear that?" Jen asked, abruptly calling for silence. John raised his brow and shook his head. Jen threw her cards on the ground and stood, quickly leaving the tent.

"It stopped raining." she called from outside. John was outraged, sitting inside the tent. He saw her cards and realized she had a straight flush. That wasn't the problem. The problem was he had two Jacks in his hand, diamonds and clubs. He would have won with four of a kind!

Jen stood outside the tent, her head facing the sky as she looked up at the stars. They shone brilliantly in the calm of the night, the cooler night air humid from recent rainfall. It was beautiful now, the creatures of the woods talking amongst themselves, as well as warm enough to be outside without a jacket.

John stood and walked towards the opening of the tent. He stuck his head through and was about to say something when he caught Jen staring into the sky. The light of the stars and the moon poured radiantly about her body, lighting her in a way that caused him to forget regular bodily functions like breathing. He had to shake his head quickly and walk out of the tent, and remember that he had won that card game.

John was about to speak to her in regards of the poker game, but he was turned down as she walked into the tent quite quickly in search of something. Now he forgot what he was going to say, but raised a brow when she returned with a tarp and blanket.

"Where did you find those?" he asked with a stern tone.

"Oh I found them in that big bag of yours." she said quite nonchalantly, to which he returned a blank stare.

"Don't be such a prude; it's not as if I saw your underwear." she said and smiled to his discomfort.

She placed the tarp upon the ground, the blanket going over top of it. She also magically produced a pillow from the bag, using that to lay about the freshly placed blanket.

John had let her do all of this, meanwhile gathering wood for a new fire. He found that the fire pit was soaked and had to shovel out the ashes, and soon after had the fire roaring once more. After washing his hands he returned to the log, sitting down with a satisfied look on his face as he gazed into the flames.

Now something strange was happening. John felt very comfortable sitting on the log, but that wasn't just it. He had this feeling, almost overwhelming, brought abruptly upon him. It was a feeling of contented happiness. It wasn't that he was naturally sad or angry, but now something was different. He had someone to call a friend. There was another feeling that he thought of as absolutely absurd, but he placed that in the back of his mind. Jen's voice broke his concentration and he looked down upon her from his log.

"What're you thinking about?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"I was just thinking about that poker game." he said, avoiding what he was actually thinking.

"Oh, and what exactly were you thinking of? Perhaps you were thinking about how I was going to kick your ass?" she jested, laughing at the look on his face.

"No actually, I would have won. I saw your cards when you left the tent. I had four of a kind, jacks, to your straight flush spades." he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, so you cheated? Looked at my cards did you?" she asked, smiling still.

"No, not even. The flop was already down, and we placed our bets. There was nothing left to do but show our cards when you left." he said, sure this meant his victory.

"Well that may be, but I didn't see your cards so we both lose in this case." she said, absolutely beaming at the thought of taking his light.

"And you think I'm stubborn." He said this jokingly, receiving a punch in the arm after she sat up.

After their moment of debate, silence broke out between them. Jen lay back completely to stare into the stars, the warmth of the fire soothing her legs which were closest to the fire. They both were lost in thought until Jen broke the silence once more.

"You should see the stars from here. They're magnificent." she said, patting a spot beside her. John felt compelled to see for himself and moved to the blanket to lie down.

He looked into the stars, and found that by lying on the blanket he could indeed see the stars much easier. Jen moved to her side, gazing at John as he stared at the sky.

"They are very beautiful..." he said quietly after noticing her soft gaze. He looked over to her for a brief second and then back to the sky.

"When I was young, I would look to the stars for inspiration. Now I look to them for navigation and motivation. They hold much value to me." He said the last part almost in a whisper, but Jen heard every word.

Jen couldn't believe what she was hearing from the man. These were deep words coming from a supposed tough guy. She looked at John and suddenly felt compelled. This feeling deep inside her pushed her forward, so she did as she felt.

John caught, out of the corner of his eye Jen advancing on him and for a brief second he didn't know what she was doing. He turned his head and a bit of his body to see her clearly and realized she was going to kiss him. He might have objected but it was too late. Her soft lips had found their destination, his own, and he felt warmth overwhelm his body. He hadn't felt such tenderness in such a kiss in years, nearly having forgotten what it was like to receive a woman's touch.

Jen had done it. She had built up the courage to kiss him, and now that she had her heart was racing. She could feel this warmth radiating from him, and she felt this desire to feel it upon her entire body. As she kissed him, she slid her body forward so that she could cuddle up to his side, one hand placed upon his chest.

John felt her smaller body press against his and he was suddenly lost in the moment. He could not help but place one hand upon her cheek, cupping it lightly. He returned her kiss now fully, passion between them rising quickly.

It seemed the entire world stopped in their moment, the night silent as the moon shone down upon the two lying on the blanket. They were engrossed in a passionate kissing session before either of them made a move, but it was John who moved first.

John had felt the urge to take over, to direct the movements. He placed his hand upon her hip and pulled so that her form lay half across his own. Then he slid his hand to the small of her back and held her body tight to his own, moving now so that he was now above her form, although their bodies still locked in passionate embrace.

Jen was thrilled at his actions, easily moved so that he was above her form. She let her hands move to his waist, now slowly sliding them up his sides bringing his white t-shirt along with her hands.

As she got the shirt to the under parts of his arms, he took over and pulled away briefly to remove it quickly. He then once again kissed her, feeling her smaller hands roaming about his now bare chest and back. He felt one of her hands tickle his sides, and then drag her nails lightly across his chest and then downwards towards his belt buckle.

Tenderly her fingers moved about his body, her fingers teasingly soft against his skin moving towards his buckle. Within a few seconds she had the buckle apart, as well as the button and zipper undone. She did not remove his jeans or attempt to, instead she let her hands drag up his back slowly, feeling every bit of muscle his strong body had to offer. Once she reached his shoulders, her hands dropped to his chest, where they slowly once again made their way towards his pants.

The feeling of her small hands moving around his body sent chills through him, causing him to squirm slightly. He enjoyed the feeling of her cool hands sliding over his body which seemed ablaze with passion. He couldn't help but press his lower body against hers, relieving some of the tension he felt.

She could feel the warmth that came from his body and it made her even more excited. Her hands moved to his back only to slide over his ass, underneath his pants in order to feel it bare. She restrained a giggle as she felt his buns of steel; still she pushed forward sliding his pants along.

John could feel her intentions when she groped him, so he helped her by holding his weight with up one hand, the other moving to pull on his pants. With a second or two gone, his pants were gone too. Now he was contained only by his boxers, still his body pressed against Jen's, bare now.

Jen placed a hand upon John's shoulder and pushed lightly, his form obliging to her touch moving away so she could stand before him. She noted the way he looked up at her; she would be silhouetted by the stars. Her hands found position on her hips, and she slowly brought them upwards and brought her shirt along.

John sat before her, mesmerized as she removed her shirt. She wore nothing underneath her shirt, for she was not able to be picky about a bra. She was about to remove her pants when John leaned forward, taking the honours for himself. His fingers played about her button and zipper and in moments were sliding her pants down her legs. When he had her pants about her ankles, she stepped from them and forward, into his outstretched arms.

Jen felt safe in his arms, even as she felt her form being turned so that she was on her back, his form once again above her own. Now she could feel the warmth from his body and the fire much easier, on her nearly bare body. A slight breeze sent chills about her body, so she reached upwards and pulled his form tight to her.

John felt that he could take no more, now his intentions became clearer as his passion grew further and further. Within a few moments he had removed the last article of clothing from his body and hers as well. He placed soft kisses on her neck, sucking softly. His kisses led slowly down her neck and to her shoulder, where he would continue downwards to her collarbone.

Jen began to squirm a little beneath his lips, her hands softly roaming all about his back and shoulders. She held her breath and nearly gasped as he moved even lower than her collarbone. She could feel his warm breath advancing steadily on the swell of her breasts, and quite frankly could not wait any further. She placed her hands softly on his head and directed him straight to her nipple.

John was surprised that she took control, but continued and lightly flicked his tongue across her hardened nipple. He then took her nipple into his lips and sucked lightly, but did not stay for long and moved to the next. He barely had the control to be teasing her, but he did what he could for the moment.

She knew it was coming now, she could feel the tension between them finally reaching its peak. He kissed his way back up her stomach, between her breasts and then to her lips.

Softly he kissed her lips, his body resting only slightly upon her hers. He shivered as he felt her fingers sliding down his chest in that familiar way, and gasped as her cool fingers casually wrapped themselves about his manhood. He felt her lightly rub the tip of him against her sex, and he pushed so that the tip of him entered her.

Jen could not wait for his slow movements, but she was forced to wait only a moment. She had moaned as he slipped just the tip of himself inside her, and gasped this time as he pushed fully inside her. She felt herself digging her fingers lightly into his back, and she had to restrain herself from cutting him with her nails. Instead she began to busy her hands, letting her nails slide slowly across his back. She eased her hips up lightly, encouraging him to continue.

He was surprised to feel her grasping his shoulders, but did not complain in the slightest as it felt good, a mixture of slight pain and pleasure. He felt her eagerness and drove his hips forward, holding his breath for the first few thrusts. He couldn't help but increase his thrusting with each one, until eventually he found a pace that had them both sighing and moaning.

Jen was squirming beneath him uncontrollably, their passion intense in the moons light. She moaned as he was unrelenting in his efforts, driving her out of control. She grabbed the blanket beside her to stop herself from scratching John and moaned softly. While one hand clenched the blanket, the other reached around John's neck and pulled him forward to let her tongue slide into his mouth.

John leaned on his right arm that way he could reach her thigh with his free left hand. Slowly he would slide his hand up and down, caressing her entire leg and ass. He knew that this pace wasn't going to last for ever, and with that knowledge drove even faster, sweat glistening off of his muscled form.

Jen felt his desire in his movements, letting both her legs lift and wrap about his lower waist. She began to meet him thrust for thrust with her hips, moaning softly into his ear. She couldn't take much more and suddenly her body began to tense and shake as an orgasm took over her. She grabbed his hips and pulled him tight against her, forcing him to let all his weight upon her.

That night, both John and Jen slept together outside of their tent, the fire burning but slowly dwindling until the early hours of the morning. During the night, one of the two had awoken to grab a blanket, so they slept until late after sunrise. Jen was the first to awaken, and when she did everything had been packed. They would be leaving, continuing their journey...

...to be continued