To say that there was a lot to clean up would’ve been an understatement and the longer that she went at it, the more she felt that it was a lost cause. So much of the small cabin was destroyed in their long, intense week that had resulted in nearly every one of their belongings being destroyed. Furniture, clothes, even one of the supportive beams for the small structure had begun to crack as they’d lost themselves to the throes of passion for an entire week. The very week that her uncle had warned her about had come to pass.<br/><br/>Only, by the time it happened…she hadn’t been afraid of it. It’d taken an argument, a show of possession, and the realization that what they felt was more than they’d been allowing themselves to admit for her to embrace it, to<span style="font-style: italic">fully embrace it</span>.<br/><br/>Now, alas, was the aftermath that she was feeling more inclined to take a torch to to be done with it all. This building didn’t hold any sentimental value for her, didn’t house her against the cold for five years while she shadowed the one person who she’d cared about; that was him. She’d had a warm house and an icy family to keep her company on the lonely nights where she tried to find him. But, they were reunited now. Did they really need to remain in a shanty or could they branch out into something far better? The idea that the “good” Reverend was still in the area, but what if they traveled? It’d allow him the amenities that he missed while allowing them the freedom to be who they wanted to be without worry someone would recognize one or both of them.<br/><br/>It’d be a win/win, right?<br/><br/>His arms had wrapped about her, stilling her movements altogether as she relaxed into him and inhaled his scent. Like his arms, it wrapped about her in a cocoon that she was happily losing herself within, a slight lusty laugh escaping at the mention of how she’d put those nails to work over the course of those seven days. “And I seem to recall someone didn’t even have the patience for that so they used their…considerable muscle to rip each and every last thing I wore,” Eilidh countered with a grin, turning her head to press a kiss to his cheek.<br/><br/>“So what’re we going to do?” she asked. “There’s…a lot of cleaning and not a lot of clothes for us to put on to go out and get what we’d need to replace all that we lost? I don’t know about you, but I’m not<span style="font-style: italic">nearly</span>that handy with tools to be able to remake all of the furniture we lost. …Or that good a sewer.”