Bunnate
Bunny giggled at Nate's lips on her neck, her hands catching in his hair. The metal of the trailer at her back was still sun-warmed, and the heat from it spread through her, chasing away the last of that false chill.
"Oh, I got a recipe," she said, laughing again. Nate pulled them both away from the trailer, walking again, but she kept close, murmuring in his ear the same as he was in hers a moment before. "Take one tent, add two lovers, the whole sky above, fresh air, and plenty of moonshine. Combine vigorously and let rest overnight."
When they found the tent at last, falling into it, Bunny felt a wave of pure contentment wash through her. There were only a few things she truly needed in this world, and all of them converged here, on this night. And she was grateful, oh, she was so profoundly grateful to have been carried here.
"Now it's just you and me at last," she said, smiling as she kissed Nate again.