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“I’m sorry…” She whispers, her head dropping deeper into the scarf and sleeping bag, obscuring her face more. A few moments pass and Marcille’s voice cracks the already fragile silence.“Chil?”
“What?”
“Could you…climb in here with me?”
“W-What? Why?”
“I…It’ll warm me up faster, I think.” It’s like her lips are moving of their own accord, bent on finding a way to touch him more, smell him more. Just to witness his presence skin-to-skin. “Please?”
You’d think it was Chilchuck’s own idea by how easily he acquiesces to her request. Within seconds he’s out of his sleeping bag and in hers but makes a great effort that their bodies aren’t too close together.
“Don’t do anything weird.” He warns as he tries to settle into a comfortable position on his back.
“Okay…” Like she’s wanted, his smell is directly wafting into her nostrils and as more of it permeates her senses and mind, the more euphoric the relief is. “Chil, can I…can I ask you a question real quick?”
He groans before answering. “What is it?”
“Can I sniff you?”
OR
Marcille gets turned (on) by mushrooms. Chilchuck helps.