They sat quietly, looking into each other's eyes for several seconds, basking in the burgeoning love that each had for the other. Casey stood up straight and looked over at the table, and then back at Dagomarus.
"You want me up on that table, don't you? I am to serve myself up so you can ravish me with that wonderful tongue of yours?"
He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his teeth, smacking his chops. She giggled and blushed. "Very well, then. I offer myself up to you. But I want to watch."
With that, she walked over and picked up the blanket, folded it, and placed it on top of the table. Next, she picked up her sleeping bag and put it on the table, leaving it rolled up so she could use it to recline against. She turned, put her butt on the table, and scooted back a little. Lounging back, she looked at Dagomarus and raised an eyebrow.
"Eat me, fuzzy-face."
