Startled, she dropped to a crouch outside the tent.

It's a bit nervish, standing in a dark forest with only your jacket on, pale ass gleaming in the moonlight. She felt her heart beat faster, trying to ken the noise she'd just heard... Probably just a coon out nosing around the camp, looking for leftovers of their fire-roasted chili dinner.

Feeling foolish, and a bit chilly, half-naked in the early morning air, she found a good squatting spot, not too far(but not too close) to the tent and let her pee hiss and rivulet down into the thick pine needle mulch of the forest floor.

Rising into a stretch, she flung her arms nightskywards, reveling in the power and brilliance of the stars above as she felt the magnificence all around her. Bathing her, melting into her, healing.

So nice to be out of the city.

Crack! Gasping, suddenly rabbit-timid again, she pivoted and froze in a half-crouch, turning towards the sound.

A stag stood, enormous before her, regarding her with huge dark eyes.

For a long moment, they stood transfixed. She drank in the sight, His great dark antlers silhouetted against the dawning sky, the proud, powerful, primeval grace of him, the strange look in his eyes-gentle, intense, wise? almost amused, she thought, then alarm rattled throughout her as he sprang at her, his massive body passing inches from, and right over, her head.

Holy shit!

Lying in the bracken, shuddering with shock, she laughed.

My God, he jumped right over me! Nobody is going to believe this.

She remembered the look in his eyes.

I don't even believe me.

Adrenaline still coursing through her, she slipped back into the tent, pulled off her jacket and shivering, slid under the big down coverlet with her man. She wrapped her long, thin body around him, so deeply grateful for the whole tender fit of him against her. His arms went around her automatically, even in his sleep, pulling her snug into his warm furry chest, her safe haven.

Too excited to be lulled by his sleepiness, she cast her leg over his and rolled on top. Pushing, undulating against him, gently, firmly, insistantly, persistantly, until he began to surface from his sound sleep and she felt the lovely, familiar length of him growing hard beneath her belly.

Pressing her face into his neck, kissing tenderly, then fiercely, nibbling to gnawing, she wrapped herself around him as he woke. Her urgency communicating wordlessly, taking him in, sweeping him into full arousal.

He growled, seizing her soft, slender fullness, the lithe span of her waist, with powerful hands. One swift, sure movement, rolling, grasping, thrilling, gasping-and she was pinned beneath him. Heady delight coursing through her arteries, she wrapped her legs around him, engulfed him plunging into her, filling her with the hot, wet, glory of love.

She never told him where it all came from.