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WHO: Tom and Ggio
WHERE: Forest
WHEN: Weekend weekend!
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Tom and Ggio go camping
FORMAT: Prose to start, then whatever

It was long overdue that he'd promised Ggio a vacation to get out of the City for a few days. They'd gone to the beach and have camped before once or twice, but it'd been a while since they'd had a chance to just get out and take a break for everything. Tom, for the record, didn't really like camping that much. He was a city boy through and through, and despite his wilder side, he was out of his element without concrete, cars, and streetlights. Still, Ggio liked being out here, and Tom wanted to keep the arrancar happy.

Still, it wasn't all bad though. It was cooler out in the woods, and it was nice to sleep in until the sun woke him. Of course, he'd made sure to pack enough packs of smokes as he could hide, since Ggio would try to throw them away, and beer to get him through the weekend, and an ice chest full of food just in case. He knew that Ggio wouldn't be happy about it, but Tom didn't really like the idea of hunting and killing his own meal. For now though, he sat outside the tent, smoking idly while he waited for Ggio to wake up.

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Tom couldn't feel the bottom either, but they'd gone out further than he'd meant to, and he figured they'd go back to the shore when it was time to fish. Tom was happy, even though he didn't really like the water in this form; it soaked through his fur, making his feel much heavier and kind of gross.

"The fish will come back. You wanted to swim anyway. I just wanted to get back in the tent." He wraps his arm around Ggio's waist, pulling him close while treading water. "You got my shirt wet."

"My shirt now." Ggio's arms tightened their hold around Tom's shoulders, and he pressed their noses together, scrunching his up at the cold and wetness against it.

"I won't hunt while you sleep, that's not fair. You should hunt for me."

"Oh, but I liked that shirt," He pouts playfully before laughing softly, swimming them back over to the shore until he could feel the bottom beneath his paws, nuzzling against Ggio and purring, occasionally brushing his tongue over the arrancar's jaw.

"Why would I do that? I already caught you." He grinned, knowing that wasn't what Ggio mean, probably.

Ggio playfully bit Tom's nose at that, his meaning completely skewed. "So feed me, don't eat me."

Now that his feet were settled on the bed of the lake, he pulled away just a bit from Tom, rolling his shoulders. he was enjoying the nuzzling, after all, turning his face this way and that and tilting his chin up.

"This shirt is heavy."

Tom laughed, nipping right back, little bites at the boy's nose and jaw. "Maybe I haven't decided what I want to do with you yet. I bet you'd be pretty tasty," And he nuzzles against Ggio some more, just to ensure the other that he wouldn't literally eat him.

"Why don't you take it off, then? You hate swimming in clothes."

Ggio just smiled at the attention, knowing he wasn't in any danger. This was Tom, he would never do something so primal.

... But he knew that when pushed, Tom could be just as fierce as any Hollow, and honestly, the thought of being consumed by him was rather exciting.

"And you don't swim in fur," he retorted, his tone light, and raised his arms.

Tom just laughed, lifting the shirt over Ggio's head and pulling it off, careful not to get it caught on the fangs since it was the last shirt they had left. He then balled it up and tossed it onto the grassy shore, he'd hang it up to dry later.

"Are you suggesting that I should change back?"

Once his shirt was shed, Ggio sighed deeply, as though he couldn't breathe with it weighing him down. Really, he just liked the fresh air against his skin.

"Yeah," he answered. "Or your fur will be dirty." The arrancar tilted his head, expression cheeky. "I'll do the same."

And he pulled at the waist of his shorts. He really did only ever swim one way, and who was here to tell him no?

Tom's hand ran over Ggio's back, nails just barely brushing along his spine. Though he didn't seem like he was going to change back anytime soon, even if his fur weighed him down, made him feel pounds heavier than he really was as the water soaked into it.

"It'll just get dirty when I change back, you know that," He smirked, knowing that wasn't really what Ggio cared about.

He was caught a little off guard as Ggio slipped out of his shorts so easily, then sighed softly, shaking his head with a soft laugh. "Fine, just because I'm not the type to be unfair." And then he slipped out of his fur.

Ggio arched towards Tom at the slight touch of claws along his spine, purring in a most pleased manner at the sensation.

"We'll clean up later," he replied, not concerned with the details. When Tom had returned to his human form, he laughed, and threw his arms around him, jumping up and hanging off him for a moment.

"Much better!"

And in the next moment, he was off Tom and back in the water a little distance away. Dipping beneath the surface, then coming back up with a shake of his head, standing in it chest deep and looking around.

"Now where are the fish...?"

Tom was happy with Ggio, really really happy. It was hard not to be, since things were so much easier with him, simpler in a way, and even though they'd had their fair share of problems, Ggio was his family now, and he couldn't imagine not having the arrancar in his life. He wouldn't be half as well as he was right now if it wasn't for Ggio Vega.

That's why he pouts as Ggio swims away before Tom could even return the hug, before slipping under the water for a moment, pushing his hair of his face.

"We probably scared them off. You're still serious about catching some for dinner?"

"Yeah. What else will we eat?" That stuff in the cooler? Bleh! Normally, Ggio would be all for some steak, but not when he could catch food that was living, breathing, swimming, and could bleed.

Amber eyes stay trained on the water, and Ggio idly flexed his fingers as he kept watch for the telltale flash of scales. But hearing Tom splashing behind him was too distracting, and he looked over his shoulder to see what he was up to.

And kept staring.

Tom starts to mention the food he'd packed in the cooler, of course, but refrains since he knows Ggio doesn't want that. One of the points of this trip was to hunt, after all, and Tom knew he wouldn't get out of that this time around, and at least fish were a lot easier and less messy than butchering a deer.

He doesn't respond to that right away since he catches Ggio staring at him for some reason. After checking to see if there's a leech or something on his shoulder or whatever else it could be, Tom tilts his head curiously.

"Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah...."

Only the arrancar was red in the face and so obviously flustered. He turned back to the water, but he was frowning, too distracted, so when a fish did start to creep towards him, Ggio's movements were off. Sloppy. He missed, and fell into the water with a curse.

Edited 2011-09-16 06:18 (UTC)

Tom just stares for a moment longer, a bit confused about what's wrong until Ggio ineffectively slaps the water and seem a bit frustrated. The werepanther swims over to the arrancar and wraps his arms around Ggio's waist, pulling him back against his chest and nuzzling into his neck.

"Fish later," He hums softly, blushing a little from the close contact and the lack of clothes, already feeling a bit frisky. "I'm not hungry right now."

"But Tom..." Ggio whined, but the growl in his voice soon melted into a purr at the nuzzling, and how he was pulled back against Tom.

He still squirmed, though, as if he protested the idea of putting off food for a while. However, that purring gave him away, as well as the way he stretched his neck for Tom. The embarrassment of his failed catch completely forgotten thanks to Tom's attention.

"So what now?" He asked, giving a light lick to Tom's cheek.

"No buts," Except for the one that's getting some attention now. "You're tense right now," He arm snakes around Ggio's waist. "I'm not an expert, but even I know that will just scare away all the fish if you slap around like that."

The werepanther's lips just barely ghost over the arrancar's neck, licking him lightly before leaning over his shoulder. "What now? We relax, of course."

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