Flowing 003

Hatchet

Blaze

Frustration

Waterfall

Salacious

A figure broke through the trees, shadowed by evergreen boughs heavy and burdened with a solid dusting of snow. Though the crisp air chilled the tip of my nose, the undulating waves of muscle cascading down to the top of his jeans were glistening with a dew of sweat. I bit my lip as I imagined the slick feeling of sliding my fingers down those mountainous abs.

With a dull thud, the substantial log he was carrying dropped on the forest floor. He stood there for a moment, chest heaving with the exertion of the carry, staring at the log. He slowly, oh ever so slowly, lifted his gaze to meet mine. A slow, sly smile swept over his lips. His eyes twinkled, “like what you see?” He ran a hand through his curly locks, “water warm?”

I shrunk further down in the bubbling water, sinking down up to my chin. The heat soaked into my bones, unraveling the tension in my muscles. I rested my head against the back of the tub, and eyes drifted to the gray sky above us, “could be warmer.” My eyes flicked to his in mock seriousness, “get back to work.” I eyelids shuttered and I let my senses open to my surroundings.

The smell of earth; the freshness of the air; sap and pine; and man. I basked in the quiet moment, the stillness that only a fresh cover of snow gifts. I peeked an eye open just as he grabbed his hatchet and a smaller log that had been drying by the fire. With a fell swoop he swing the blade down onto the wood, and with a loud crack split the log in two. Another two swings and the wood was divded into smaller sections, one of which he dropped into the blaze.

The fire surged, and almost immediately I felt the water increase in warmth, the heat from the heart being driven into the pipes and into the tub. His gaze lingered on me, a salacious smile slowly forming as he kept his stare. I let my body lift with the float of the water, and his eyes widened as my nipples peaked through the bubbles.

His brow furrowed, darkening as a growl escaped his throat, “Woman you’re going to be the end of me if I have to watch you -frustrated- naked in that tub while I’m slaving away.”