How I missed Jason... how I dearly missed my man. The source of all my happiness, the father of my only son, and the light of all my sexual fires. But...now he's gone. Left our son, Kye, and I to fend for ourselves. God knows where he went to. Just vanished one night, without a trace.But I can bear it. Everyday I wake up to see our son, and his gorgeous, deep brown eyes. A spitting image of his father, I must say. Mhmm.. he certainly had transformed into a man; he was only 17, yet he was 6 foot 2. Cuddling with your pillow and blanket is a very poor substitute for your body. I don’t sleep well when you’re not home. I wake up at least once a night unconsciously seeking you out in the dark. The moments before attempting to fall asleep are simply awful. My body quietly yearns for yours. In the quiet, I attempt to comfort myself with touches of my own fingers and memories of you drifting through my mind. My fingers trace around the swell of my breasts, gently climbing up to the peaks of my. He would throw small rocks, make loud noises, or bump me. The first few times he did it I was completely startled, but came to expect it and managed to keep my concentration better. I went to my bedroll, in the tent I shared with Leliana, self-satisfied. And exhausted, not that I'd admit that out loud - at least where Shale could hear me.We walked for two more days uneventfully while I taught Leliana more Vonda Shepard songs, finally figuring that we were roughly a week from Haven - four more. He decided to take a shower.Freshly scrubbed, Steve headed back to his room, hurrying when he didn't hear the sounds of April showering. Walking into his room, Steve froze in his tracks, stunned by the vision he saw. April stood in his room facing away from him, drying her hair. Steve's eyes moved down her body, from the swell of the side of April's breasts that could be seen from behind, to the luscious curves of her bottom, to her toned and sexy legs.Steve stood there in silence, taking in.