Kaz came back to camp with a huge smile on her face, looking dishevelled and windswept, just as dinner was starting.

Red didn't think there was too much unusual about that. They all looked worn out, baked a little in the sun and blown about by the breeze. She'd grabbed her tent-mate's dishes and utensils as the cooking was finishing up and as soon as she saw Kaz, ladled some soup into the bowl and handed it to her.

"Thanks, Red," Kaz said with an airy, dreamy tone.

"Sounds like the walk did you good," Red said before digging into her own soup.

"So much good," Kaz replied, smiling mysteriously. "The view is perfect. And a day trip over to the mainland looks really easy. Probably about the fifteen clicks or so the map says, right?"

The four women ate in contemplative, or maybe just exhausted, silence, until, half-finished her bowl, Kaz spoke again. "I think I'll take a swim after this."

"You go ahead!" Red laughed. "I'm going to have a second bowl."

"One's enough for me." Kaz put her bowl to her lips and drank the broth up quickly. She took a breath. "I kinda gorged on the trail mix while we were hauling across the lake."

"Suit yourself, girl. More for me."

Kaz finished and put her bowl by the camp stove. "I'll get water for dishes while I'm down there," she said, picking up the pail and carrying it the few steps across the clearing to their tent.

"Good plan, we should be finished soon."

Kaz made an affirmative noise and slipped into the tent to change. Red got herself another bowl of soup. The other two campers, Mac and Nat, chatted in low tones, not necessarily trying to keep secrets, Red knew, but just being quiet. Kaz and Red were the boisterous pair. They had been split up while canoeing—Kaz with Nat, Mac and Red—so that if separated each boat had someone who could shout to the other. Well, that was the excuse, but Kaz and Mac were bigger and stronger than the other two, and Nat was tiny and if paired with anyone other than Kaz it seemed likely her canoe wouldn't have been able to keep up.

The football star stepped out of the tent a moment later, wrapped in a towel. Red gave her a curious look: she could tell that, at least on top, there was nothing under that towel. Kaz caught her eye and grinned.

"It's just the four of us here, right?" Kaz said. "I'm not bothering with my swimsuit."

Red shrugged. "No issue from me," the theatre nerd replied. "Mac? Nat?"

"You do you, girl," Nat said with a shrug.

"It's vacation. That's the plan." Kaz slipped her sandals on, turned on her heel, and walked down the path to the shore where they'd put the canoes.

Red took the steps to join the other two. "That strike either of you as weird?"

Mac snorted. "From Kaz? Nah."

The three had a laugh and returned to their soup.

"You've got to tell me the blend you use, Red," Nat gushed. "This is great."

She'd made the mix before they left, throwing together bulk-store pre-made chicken soup powder to which she'd added her own spices, and then thrown in some finely-chopped vegetables. It made for a quick, easy, and most important, delicious meal when they were tired. The more complex meals can be put together the days where they weren't paddling or setting up camp.

"It's not that tricky," Red replied with a shrug.

"Don't care, just show me when we get back."

"Alright, you got it." Red drained her bowl. "I think I'll go join Kaz. With my suit on, I brought it for a reason."

Nat shrugged again, smirking. "You do you, girl."

"It's vacation," Red replied, imitating Kaz' voice. "That's the plan."

Nat and Mac giggled as Red put her bowl by the stove and headed to the tent to change. They'd had a swim the day before, as well, though they were only an evening's paddle from the launch and there were more people around, boats going in and out, so no one had thought of skinny dipping. So far as Red knew, anyway.

Wearing a two-piece suit the colour of her nickname and carrying a long white towel, Red emerged from the tent, not bothering with shoes. Mac was tidying up, Nat was out of sight, probably needing to relieve herself. Didn't matter. "See you in a bit," Red called.

Mac looked up, gave her a wave, and got back to work.

The path down to the shore was winding and tree-covered, but it was clearly there. Despite being in the back woods, they were at a maintained campsite, which was still a bit close to other people for Red to feel entirely comfortable with public nudity. It only took a minute until she came around the last corner to find their boats, and the small, rocky beach they were pulled up on.

And Kaz.

She'd clearly been in the water, though she was on shore now. She was kneeling on her towel on a flat spot of stone, her tall athletic body at full attention, legs spread wide, shapely breasts on display, eyes closed, short hair matted to her head. Her left hand was on her left knee. Her right was between her legs. Every gasp she made as her fingers danced was evidently an attempt to keep herself quiet.

Red stared. She'd seen her friend in the nude before, but never... She started to back away, but felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She jumped, but didn't turn; instead her eyes locked on Kaz' figure. She felt strangely peaceful. Tired.

"Great sight, isn't it?" A masculine voice said behind her, soft, right near her ear.

"A... I... I've never..."

"Been here long?"

It was such an unusual question that it made Red's knees flutter. "Just... a couple hours, I think?" Every time Red took a slow, heavy blink, the image of Kaz fucking her hand and struggling to maintain silence burned itself more and more in her mind.

The hands on her shoulders squeezed, gently. She felt supported. "I'm Jon Tucker."

"I... Rebecca. Rebecca Rosedale. Red." There had been four Rebeccas in her intro to theatre class. There was even another Rebecca Rosedale. But only one of them had dyed her tight curls that colour.

"Can I ask a personal question?" He had a nice voice. A soft voice. A voice that slipped in underneath Kaz' moans and gasps and made her sleep. Her eyes fluttered.

"S-sure."

"Do you walk in your sleep?"

Red's body felt limp, strangely, as she was still standing upright. It was a feeling beyond strange. Still, she answered him, but not as she expected to. "I will sleepwalk for you."

Four hands slid down her sides and slipped under the waistband of her swimming shorts, which promptly fell right off her legs.