19 Chapter Nineteen: Drunk

Niyol and Camo began to stumble up a skinny path leading to the top of a cliff. Both drink tins were half gone, their veins on fire, their senses dulled, and their thoughts fuzzy.

Camo found this comfortable.

I've been sober for way too long.

At the top of the cliff, the two looked over the valley. The fires and tents were dotted around the land, horses in herds here and there. The night was clear and warm.

Camo walked away from the cliff edge, taking another long drink, welcoming the burning sensation. Footsteps behind her reminded her of Niyol's presence. She walked over to a large rock and leaned against it, a good natured smile on her face.

Niyol walked towards her, but instead of leaning next to her, he walked straight towards her.

"Gods... " He began.

"What?" Camo asked, the smile refusing to leave.

"I love that." Niyol said, continuing to get closer.

"Love what?" She asked, not moving.

"Your smile." He said, placing one arm next to her head, leaning close to her.

Their breath mingled and Camo's heart skipped a beat.

"Niyol..." She breathed.

He silenced her with a kiss, sloppy from the alcohol, but rough with desire.

Camo had half a mind to push him away, but he was there, she felt good, and god, this felt good.

So instead of pushing him away, when he began to pull away, Camo wrapped her arms around Niyol's neck, pulling him closer to her and into another kiss.

The more they kissed, the hotter Camo felt, the more her skin burned, the more his clothes annoyed her. Niyol must have felt the same way, because his hands tugged her shirt up and away, and Camo let him, panting from the kiss as she began to hurry with wanting.

Their kisses felt like explosions, every inch of skin he touched made Camo gasp in pleasure. She moaned in pure ecstasy as she gave herself to Niyol.

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Damien woke up to an empty tent. He had been searching for Camo until the last Native retired to their tent and even until the fires died to embers.

Completely exhausted, he collapsed into sleep, expecting to see Camo in the morning.

And yet she wasn't in the tent. Groaning groggy, Damien sat up and pulled a hand through his hair. He didn't see anything telling that Camo had been in the tent at all, so he stood up with a stretch and walked into the dewy morning.

Few Natives were awake, those who were awake were busy with chores to keep the camp running smoothly. There was no sign of Camo and it began to worry Damien, but he trusted her. She could handle herself just fine.

Around noon that day, when the Natives were gathering to eat, was the first time Damien spotted Camo. She was with that Native boy who had been treating her wound.

Nile, or some something.

Not caring about the kids name, Damien rushed to Camo.

"Camo! Where were you?" Damien asked.

Camo groaned and waved an arm at him, her other pinching the bridge of her nose, as if suppressing a headache.

Damien took a step back, out of her reach, and studied her.

Her eyes were barely open, her hair a mess. She was suppressing a headache, stumbling as she walked, and nearly running into stationary objects.

She got drunk.

Damien realised. He also noted something that made his blood boil. Not only was that kid holding his head in a similar fashion, he had his arm wrapped around Camo's waist, his hand resting on her hip.

The two stumbled together into a dull green tent.

Glaring at the entrance, Damien headed in after them.

Camo and the kid were close together, the kid grinding something up into a pulp. After a few moments, he quietly said something and handed Camo the cup. She put what ever it was in her mouth, and the kid did the same.

"What happened?" Damien asked.

"Shhh Shuddup." Camo groaned, her words slurred.

Sighing, Damien kneeled next to Camo and had to force her to face him.

Her cheeks were flushed brought red and her eyes were dull.

"Whaa the hell!" Camo yelled, then shrank back, her own voice sounding way too loud.

"Idiot." Damien mumbled, then faced the kid. "And hands off." he smacked the kids hands away from Camo.

"Git your own gurl!" The kid said, his words slightly slurred as well.

"What the hell do you mean, Camo's..." Damien nearly said 'Mine'. He thought he had when he heard the word, but his lips hadn't moved, this kid's had.  "What... " Damien said in disbelief.

"I said, she's Mine." The kid said, glaring.