Lon awoke slightly when Laurin disentangled herself from the pile; through slitted eyes he watched her jiggle as she picked her way through piles of discarded clothing. He sighed contentedly, wishing for a repeat of such a night, and buried his face into the back of Joli's neck, letting himself slip back into the sweet oblivion of sleep.<br/><br/>When he awoke again he was alone. He frowned slightly; although it had been a fabulous night, he'd been hoping that the morning might be similarly well spent. Then he remembered the caravan. "Well, crap," he said, and glanced at the window. The sky still had the fading glow of pink and red, so it wasn't too late. He rose and stretched, enjoying the slight burn he felt in his legs and arms - definitely a sign of muscles well used. Yawning, he glanced out of the door, found the basin of hot water that no one else had seen fit to use, and pulled it in, regretfully washing away the smell of sex and pleasure that seemed to cover him from head to toe.<br/><br/>By the time the sun had fully crested he was in the courtyard, ready for a new day; red silk replaced with an emerald green that matched his eyes, and he walked with a steady stride and a confident smile on his face.