The stream was swift but shallow, only coming to her calves. It was easy to wade in next to him, squeezing his hand in her's. His arousal was not lost on her, cheeks taking a few more shades of pink, but she had no shame in her nudity. She bent down to wet her hands, and brought them up to scrape the caked mud from his ribs and back.<br/><br/>Once again, she brushed his hair from his face with her knuckles, and couldn't resist a small, affectionate kiss to his dirty temple. Thinking of him slinking through the shrubbery with that spear, so focused and tense... it made warmth spread through out her stomach.<br/><br/>"Sweety... Don't you get tired of hunting alone?"