Derek jumps to his feet and pads over to me, nosing and nipping at my hip before I swat at him, feeling my face go red. That's his nose, essentially, right on my bare skin. If he's not carefully, we're both going to be terribly embarrassed soon.

Luckily, he runs off soon after, presumably to get our clothes as asked. I stay where I am, feeling overwhelmingly exposed in the cold air. It takes him awhile to return and, by then, I've curled into as much of a ball as possible, knees drawn up to my chin and my arms tight around my legs. I'm absolutely freezing, shivering violently, and I've never been so relieved as when I see him come barreling down the slope.

"Oh, thank goodness," I breathe, when he drops our clothes into small heaps right at my feet. I don't even think before grabbing my shirt and shoving it on. The fabric is just as cold as my skin, but having another layer at all is nice.

I glance up again at the sound of Derek's voice, my eyes catching on the fact that he's completely naked. Again. It feels different now though. Less mortifying somehow. I really really wish I felt like I could look my fill, but at least this time I don't glance away immediately, even managing a smile as I grab my underwear and push to my feet to slide them on.

"It was amazing," I tell him, meaning it completely even as I'm still shivering. "Is that how it feels every time you turn? Just... wild and free? Like you could do almost anything?"