"Good." A glance up at the rapidly darkening sky tells him exactly what he wants to know: it's about to rain and it's going to rain hard. He can smell it in the air, feel it in the wind; he hands Beth Junior back to Beth and lets the cloak and backpack fall to the ground.
His Nike-Mars t-shirt joins the pile; giving Beth one more kiss, this time to her forehead, he steps out from under their tree canopy and waits, face turned expectantly to the sky. There's a distant rumble of thunder and the sound of raindrops spattering maple leaves all around them. For a minute he's afraid it's going to be one of those rainstorms that just blows through too fast, but it isn't and he's glad: it's been way too long since he had the luxury of any kind of shower.
Damn: he could stand here in the water for days. Cupping raindrops in his hands, he splashes it over his face, his torso, taking full advantage of the situation. It wasn't so long ago he'd have definitely taken a different kind of advantage, but he knows how to adapt. He's an opportunist and never claimed to be anything else. Sweat and grime run off his body; his jeans are getting soaked but he doesn't care about that so much. If he knew that the other women would be gone longer he'd risk stripping out of those, too, but he can't be sure they have that much time.
Under cover of the trees, Beth and the baby look mostly dry.
He misses the simple luxuries of a bath and a shower and a fresh clean towel, but more than that, he really misses showering with them.
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Date: 2007-05-16 05:57 pm (UTC)His Nike-Mars t-shirt joins the pile; giving Beth one more kiss, this time to her forehead, he steps out from under their tree canopy and waits, face turned expectantly to the sky. There's a distant rumble of thunder and the sound of raindrops spattering maple leaves all around them. For a minute he's afraid it's going to be one of those rainstorms that just blows through too fast, but it isn't and he's glad: it's been way too long since he had the luxury of any kind of shower.
Damn: he could stand here in the water for days. Cupping raindrops in his hands, he splashes it over his face, his torso, taking full advantage of the situation. It wasn't so long ago he'd have definitely taken a different kind of advantage, but he knows how to adapt. He's an opportunist and never claimed to be anything else. Sweat and grime run off his body; his jeans are getting soaked but he doesn't care about that so much. If he knew that the other women would be gone longer he'd risk stripping out of those, too, but he can't be sure they have that much time.
Under cover of the trees, Beth and the baby look mostly dry.
He misses the simple luxuries of a bath and a shower and a fresh clean towel, but more than that, he really misses showering with them.