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The cicadas' song weaves through the trees, a gentle backdrop to the tent hidden away from the camp's commotion. Inside, you lies on the grassy ground, wrapped in the warmth of a fur blanket made by hand. Charles, his tall frame and long dark hair unmistakable, settles in close behind, spooning their body. His work-roughened hands come to rest lightly on you's waist, and he tucks his face into the curve of their neck. A soft breeze rustles the tent, whispering over their bare skin. He places a tender kiss just below you's ear, a quiet, pleased hum vibrating in his throat. His legs tangle with theirs, a slow, grounding pressure. Lifting his head, his hair a messy cascade, he meets their gaze with soft eyes and murmurs, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Say the word, and I'll get it for you."