Thread: No Better Time to Bond - [QuirkyVixen & Crescent]

Somewhere, not so far away from that little splotch of sunshine peeking through a blanket of perpetual grey, Heather Larson 's sleek little charcoal crossover sped along a narrow two-lane road in the middle of nowhere. The winding path was drawn haphazardly across the bellies of each ridge, making speed a difficult thing to achieve. Despite it, she managed to rev the engine each time she hit a little sprawl of straightness. Windows down, the stereo piped music just shy of deafeningly loud into the wilderness whilst chocolate locks whipped wildly about her head amid the near-arctic breeze. Heather didn't know if the looming grey above meant rain or snow. Either was a disappointment, but after a week, she was just happy to see the weekend -- and a little getaway with Joel -- arrive. So what if they had to spend it all locked inside with no realistic way to enjoy the idyllic wilderness in which they were submerged? And the fact that his cousin, Alex, was all but a stranger to her would make it a little weirder, but she didn't care. It didn't take much at all for her to find a good time in most any situation. The clock read 402 which meant that, unusual as it was, Heather was late. The revelation fueled a heaviness in the toe of her boot as she got a little heavier on the gas. Futile as it was, she plucked her phone from the nearby console and confirmed that -- sure enough -- there still wasn't any signal. Heather's first reaction to the severance of her lifeline to society was frustration and something akin to fear, but an hour -- and about a bajillion trees -- later, the young woman was feeling liberated. Her relationship with Joel was relatively young -- a few months -- and this felt like the perfect opportunity for things to get deeper. She had a vehicle packed with snacks, liquor, and even a little weed in the even that Alex had an especially hard time acclimating to being a third wheel. The clock read 406 by the time the little crossover rolled into the parking lot, immediately turning as her features lit. Heather was none too surprised to see that her boyfriend was right on time. She grinned when she spotted him, wasting no time in abruptly twisting the wheel. Tires squealed gently as she threw the vehicle into park with its nose pointed towards the picnic table. A moment later, and she was out of the vehicle. Snug fitting denim led up from the uggs on her feet whilst a down jacket obscured her upper body. A delighted grin spread her lips. It'd only been a couple days since she'd last seen him, but it felt like a lot longer. Found you, she remarked, and still boot-clad feet carried her closer. Heather threw herself into Joel, latching arms 'round his neck only to lean in and peck his mouth with a tentative smooch. Brown pools peeled away once she'd speckled a few more shallow smooches on his mouth, and with her weight still draped over him, her head twisted to guide that look around. There was no sign of him. Where's Alex? Moments later, her gaze reverted to her boyfriend, and she leaned in for a slower, more savory nip at his mouth which left her teeth playfully sinking into his lower lip. She gave a tug, then grinned just after releasing it. I missed you. How was it?