I, Spy (R - Sexual situations (sort of))
Characters - Hank
Prompt - #58 Mask
Word Count - 848
Summary – There is more to the Ranger than anyone suspects.
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I, Spy
The Ranger waited for an appropriate point before turning over.
‘Morning, Hank!’ said a bright voice close by. The Ranger opened his eyes and smiled at Presto.
‘Morning,’ he mumbled back.
‘The girls have gone to get washed, and get some water,’ said Presto, gesturing to the woods behind them. ‘Suppose they won’t be long. Then we can have breakfast.’
Hank just nodded in reply, as if it was new to him. Close by, the Cavalier stirred as well. Hank frowned. It was obvious that he was just pretending to still be asleep.
Time passed, and Hank stretched and yawned and hung about, and the two girls didn’t reappear. Doubts slowly started to fill his mind. He shouldn’t have let them go off on their own. His protective urge grew stronger, and quickly became too strong to ignore. But just before he could make his move, the Barbarian got there first.
‘Wish sis would hurry up,’ muttered Bobby.
‘I’ll go see what’s up,’ offered the Cavalier quickly, looking round for his Shield.
‘No!’ Hank snapped. ‘I’ll go find them.’
He hefted the Bow, making it obvious to the bemused Cavalier that if there was trouble then he was much better equipped to deal with it.
Eric shrugged off the implied rebuke without a sarcastic comment, pulled the thin blanket bad over his head and went back to sleep. Presto went back to fixing breakfast, and Bobby had lost interest already. So far so good; he knew them all so well!
Hank walked off toward the river, Bow held at the ready, listening out for sounds of trouble. Instead, he heard the high, clear sound of Sheila’s laughter.
Reassured, the Ranger paused. I’d better check, just in case.
Treading carefully, he picked his way through the trees towards the little river nearby. He could hear their voices growing louder, and for a while he stopped, crouched behind a bush to make sure he wasn’t seen and to decide where best to go next.
The girls were getting careless, or maybe they had been too keen to have a bath. Hank could see Sheila’s little purple dress draped over a rock close to the river. Beside it, Diana’s gold jewellery glinted in the sunshine.
They were talking, but Hank wasn’t quite close enough to hear. He didn’t care about that. He wasn’t here to eavesdrop!
They were naked, and that’s what mattered. He liked looking at them like this, so relaxed and unselfconscious. The way they cleaned themselves was so natural and alluring.
His breathing grew heavy, and his body was filling with lust.
But he controlled himself.
When he was next alone, properly alone that is, he could think about to this in glorious detail, and that would be the right time to relieve himself. It was too dangerous at the moment. Besides, he might miss something.
He watched them, barely blinking as they continued to wash, drinking in the details; the way Sheila moved her hand against her abdomen; the way Diana stretched up; the shape of their buttocks; the curves of their breasts; their pubic hair; their hands; their skin…
With his eyes drinking in the delights in front of him, his mind was wandering to fantasy. He knew exactly what he would like to do with the girls; one at a time, both together, it didn’t matter. Occasionally he wondered what they would do if he just walked out of the bushes towards them. They would fall into his arms and they would make wild passionate love in the shallows of the river, oblivious to anything else.
Or not.
He wasn’t going to risk jeopardising his trusted position as leader to find out, that was sure.
Bath time was over, and the girls waded out of the water back to the towels (from the Hat, so they were tiny!) and started to get dry.
He watched more closely, as all the intimate areas were dried off. And he watched as they began to dress.
Again, it was the natural, relaxed way they put on their clothes that was the biggest turn on. There was no pretence, and he loved it. He could watch Diana pull on her little shorts all day, and he adored the way Sheila would have to wriggle into her dress; and those boots…
They were washed and almost dressed, Sheila was just sliding her long brown boots back on. He looked at her legs as she adjusted her dress, primly smoothing it down. Beside her, Diana was leaning back, making another comment that made the Thief giggle.
Damn... she looked so good, so... They both did...
But they were dressed now. The show was over.
Hank waited until the girls had started to move, then carefully backtracked slightly. Then he turned and headed straight towards them.
He looked Diana straight in the eye, and she didn’t notice anything was wrong. He was getting very good at this!
‘Hi,’ he said with a careful smile. ‘Everything ok?’
They nodded and all chatted as they headed back to camp.
And no one ever found out.