"You were feeling me up!" she repeated loudly as she leaned in forwards his face, "You're a dirty log!"

"Huh?" Nic repeated, still confused.

Laurel picked up Nic's hand and suddenly pressed it right on her chest, "I woke up to this!" she stated, face still close to his.

"... Huh..." Nic muttered a third time. But less confused this time.

Laurel raised an eyebrow, "What do you have to say for yourself?" she demanded, "Corrupting a pure girl, you boulder!"

Nic finally glanced at her directly in the eyes for a moment before looking away again. "... I told you before that it wasn't a good idea to sleep in bed with me," he reminded her. But he didn't seem too worried. Like he could have done worse.

Laurel leaned in a little, her mouth right by his ear, "... I'll tell you a secret," she whispered, hand running over his chest, "I think I... liked it." She seemed a little embarrassed to be saying such things, but not too much.

Laurel could tell Nic liked her confession. "... Careful what you say..." he told her quietly as his hands slowly started to explore her body again. But very soon Laurel could feel Nic's frustration - he was still too weak to take this where he wanted to go.

Another shiver went up Laurel's spine but she pulled away a little when she felt his frustration. "I suppose I should be thankful you're not at full strength," she chuckled a little, "You'd attack me- you lone wolf." She smiled down at him for a moment before leaning in and giving him a kiss, doing most of the work herself.

Nic pushed Laurel away gently before she finished. "... I'll never attack you," he promised her quietly, sincerity in his voice. An odd passion came along in his voice like he had believed those words his entire life.

Laurel blinked, her eyes widening a little in surprise. "Wh... What are you talking about... boulder!" she replied, smacking the side of his head lightly, "Of course you wouldn't." But Nic could tell she was relieved, she seemed to relax a little more. She smiled and kissed his cheek, "You never stop surprising me," she whispered, "Just when I think... I couldn't love you more..." she sighed a little, laying down on top of him and resting her head on his shoulder.

Nic didn't defend himself against her. After a moment of silence, he pulled the blankets over them a little more and wrapped his arms around her back. He didn't say it, but his soft touch whispered that he loved her.

Laurel relaxed fully in his arms, warm and content... well, almost. Suddenly a very loud growl came from her stomach and Laurel turned beet red. "U-Uh..." she murmured, clearly embarrassed as she pulled away from him, "I think we need to eat."

Nic didn't seem annoyed or upset. You had to eat, right? So he let her go.

"Do you think you can walk a bit?" she asked as she moved off of him, "We might be able to find a kitchen... though... if this room is any indication, it might be filthy."

Nic sat up and slowly stood before nodding. He could walk a bit.