Lost at Sea (closed for scarlettnuit)

There was a certain innocence and vulnerability in Rose as she talked of never having caused a reaction like that in a guy before. Or how she confessed to having liked watching him. It was an interesting juxtaposition with her confident, regal public bearing. Girl and woman, not yet reconciled with one another.

“Listen to me…” she said as she picked up skewered crab, checked it and then handed it to him, “I probably sound stupid to you. You’ve probably been with hundreds of women and I haven’t been kissed."

Conner took the offered crab, bouncing it between hands while it cooled, yet he hardly paid any attention to his dinner. Had he heard that correctly?

"Hundreds? Hardly. But, seriously? You haven't even been kissed? I... I had no idea."

She wasn't completely innocent, of that much he was certain, but could she really have been so sheltered as to never have kissed a boy? Here, he'd assumed by her age she was sexually active. Perhaps not as free as most girls who weren't public figures, but surely there had to be other nobles or classmates or something.

"Your parents have kept you that sheltered?"

Again, in one respect, he could see it. But knowing the other side of her parents, he couldn't. What the hell?
 
“I mean, I’ve had like, a peck on the lips and all that, but nothing exciting. Not a real kiss, you know, the kind that inspires any kind of passion,” She told him. “Most people are too afraid of my father to get near me in a way that is less than congenial.”

She sighed and started pulling her crab apart. “Anyway, enough of my embarrassment for the evening, entertaining though it may be,” she said and pulled out some of the meat from the crab. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until just then.

She looked over to him briefly and saw that he had had some reaction to her earlier. “Are you like that all the time?” She asked as she referred to the rise in his shorts, “Or does me eating crabs just do it for you?” she asked as she gently sucked a piece of meat from her fingers.
 
Conner frowned at Rose's confirmation of having never gotten more than a simple peck on the lips. It was almost criminal. He could understand the bit about people fearing her father, but that was only because those people didn't know the man behind closed doors...

Rose dug into her crab and he did the same. Tasty as the berries had been, meat was what his body craved after the ordeal in the ocean. He'd definitely have to go back to the lagoon tomorrow for more crab and possibly some fish.

"Most excellent," he said, holding up a crab leg. "Eduardo would be proud."

“Are you like that all the time?” She asked as she referred to the rise in his shorts, “Or does me eating crabs just do it for you?” she asked as she gently sucked a piece of meat from her fingers.

Conner had less of a bulge than before, but trying to hide what was there seemed like it would diminish everything he'd said earlier. And, truthfully, he didn't mind her taking a gander. It wasn't like she hadn't just put on a show. Or, was still doing so by sucking her fingers.

"Not all the time, no," he said, popping another bite in his mouth. "But when a pretty girl touches herself, or eats crab, well...things happen. And if the girl's pretty enough, well, she could be scrubbing a toilet and I might stand up, so to speak."

He smiled and shook his head at the impossible vision of Rose scrubbing a toilet. It'd never happen, but yeah, she looked cute doing it in his imagination. Good enough, apparently, he felt a twitch indicative of increased swelling down below. Sigh.

"Does it bother you? Should I put my jeans back on? Or are you going to...stop eating crab?"

Conner gave her a wink as he plucked off the last bit of his first crab and tossed the shell out the doorway and over the porch ledge.
 
“If you keep complimenting me Connor, you might make me think you like me,” she told him as she finished her own crab. She handed him another since he looked particularly hungry, glowing a bit about his comment about Eduardo. Before she could linger over the thoughts of Eduardo and Mylie, Connor rose again.

“It doesn’t bother me…” She told him. If anything she was curious about it, and the fact that she seemed to be turning him on made her wiggle in her pants. She found that she rather liked seeing his reaction to her.

Between the fire, the tropical climate, and their conversation, Rose found herself getting particularly hot. She sighed and stood up, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them off. She then walked across the room, oblivious to the wet spot on her plain white panties.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s getting rather warm in here,” She said and then laid out on her pallet again. She moved her hand over her panties and realized the wet spot and blushed hotly. She was laying on her back without Connor directly in her view, and so she felt bolder than she might have otherwise.

Rose slid her hand down her panties to find she was wetter than she thought she was, her body was aching to be touched. She let her finger slip over her clit, massaging small circles on it, her back arching slightly at the sensation. She only allowed herself a few delicious strokes before she made herself stop. She then sat up and sat with her legs criss crossed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me…” she said as she looked him over. He posed a striking figure, and it dawned on her that she found him attractive. She immediately cut her glance back to the fire, not able to look him in eye.
 
Conner only smiled at Rose's comment about him liking her and her not being bothered by the effect she was having on him. He really didn't mind watching her shed her jeans, revealing those lean legs he'd admired on many an occasion. Her panties were simple white, but looked great on her, especially paired with the simple, thin bra. Getting hot in here, indeed. He couldn't help but notice they were damp between the legs.

Conner focused on eating his second crab while Rose laid down across from him. She seemed either surprisingly and increasingly comfortable with him, or almost oblivious to his presence as her hand reached down and clearly spent a bit of time in self simulation.

Conner found himself getting uncomfortable. Not because he didn't enjoy the sight of the idea she was loosening up, but rather because of their relationship. He was an employee to and servant of her family... The royal family. He knew he was a good looking guy. He'd had more than a few women swoon over him. He'd used that to get pleasure. But now, he was afraid he might be at risk of taking advantage of someone he really shouldn't, especially under stressful circumstances.

Still...

Rose abruptly stopped and sat up. Conner took that moment to stand and stretch and toss out the last of his crab shell. He could feel how pronounced his shorts were tented, but adjusting himself would only call more attention to the effect she had in him... Right when she was all flustered over her own feelings and urges.

He caught her checking him out before averting her eyes. Damn, but she was so cute and sexy sitting there like that before the fire. Cross legged, the dampness of her panties was even more pronounced. His cock swelled further. If he couldn't get himself in control, he'd have some awful blue balls before long.

"No apologies," he said. "Probably the same thing coming over me - exhaustion, a full belly, pleasant company, and...some lovely scenery."

Still standing, Conner leaned against the doorframe, sucking in a deep lung full of sweetly scented tropical air. That didn't help. It was like this place was designed to get a person to relax and find the sensual side of everything.

"Do you..." He hesitated, unsure he wanted to say this. "Do you, you know, need to get something out of your system? All this talk and, you know, has an effect. I know I'd sleep better... I could give you some privacy, too, if that'd help."
 
She blushed hotly as he asked about needing some relief. While she couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes, the rest of her couldn’t help but look at his body as he stood before her. She most definitely needed to get something out of her system, if she didn’t she felt like she would burst.

She stood up and moved her right hand to hold her left arm. “Yes…but I don’t want you to lose any sleep because of me. I’ll take a little walk, it should help clear my mind,” she offered with a weak smile before walking out of the little hut.

She wandered down by the stream and then into more of the jungle. She often checked to make sure that she could still discern where the hut was, the fire serving as a beacon in the darkness. After a little wandering she found the lagoon that Connor had mentioned. It was every bit as magical a she thought it would be, it was like something out of a movie.

After wandering around to it’s side, she sat down on one of the large boulders that edged the pool. She leaned back against an adjacent rock and looked out at the stars, the sound of the falling water calming her nerves. She thought about Connor and how he had watched her on the boat, and then again as his cock had risen at the site of her fingers grazing her nipple.

She bit her bottom lip as she hesitantly moved her hand over her stomach and then down into her panties. She found that her own wetness turned her on, as thoughts of how creamy and delicious she must be echoed through her mind. She whimpered softly and started to finger her clit, her left hand moving to her breast, squeezing it and then slipping one bra strap down, savoring the feeling of the cool night air on her bare nipple.

She rolled her nipple between her fingertips as she imagined Connor stroking his cock. She wondered what his moans sounded like, the thought of his deep voice making sounds of pleasure made her sigh and work her finger faster over her eager clit. She laid back more and moved her finger faster, her hips moving against her hand as she pretended she was with someone.

“Ohhhhh….” She moaned as she came closer to her climax. Given that she was in the middle of no where with the waterfall’s sound to muffle her, she no longer held herself back.

“Yes…yessss….oh God!” she cried out and then let out a higher pitched moan as her hips rose off the rock, “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!” she moaned as she came hard, her breaths mere pants.

Her skin felt sensitive now as she came down from her high. “Mmmmmmm….” She moaned to herself as she licked her lips and then bit her bottom one for a moment.

She opened her eyes again and looked at the millions of stars that dotted the sky. While she was still afraid of their situation, the lack of pressure she felt from being in the public eye was an aphrodisiac in itself. After several minutes of catching her breath, she found her fingers circling around her clit again. She gasped at how eager her nerves were to be touched and it took her considerably less time to bring herself to a second climax.

She pondered staying there all night, her body seemingly begging for relief, but she didn’t want Connor to get worried. She slid off her bra and panties and quickly cleaned herself up in the pool of the lagoon. When she stepped back out, she knew her panties probably still smelled heavily of her sex, but there was nothing for it and she slipped her panties and bra back on. She decided that she would wash them out tomorrow if Connor would lend her his sweatshirt.
She returned to the hut quietly, not wanting to disturb Connor if he was asleep, and laid down on her pallet. After everything that had happened that day, not to mention how hard she had made herself cum, she was exhausted and it didn’t take long for sleep to find her.
 
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Conner felt a little bad when Rose said she'd go take a little walk. He'd implied he would be happy to give her some space. Oh well. Maybe she needed to answer the call of nature while she was at it.

He watched her vanish down the ladder, acutely aware of every little shift in her lithe body. Once she was gone, he reached down and adjusted himself. His cock was still engorge and his balls felt particularly heavy.

Well, he had suggested they work some things out.

Still standing, though politely taking a step just inside the remnants of the hut, Conner fished his cock out through his boxer's fly. He ran his fingers along the length, feeling the throbbing veins and rubbing over the head. Precum was already oozing out the tip and he smeared it around, the slickness heightening the stimulation.

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. In his mind, he conjured up the fresh image of Rose sitting on the floor, brushing her own erect nipples through her bra, and then laying on her back and reaching between her legs. How much she'd changed in such a short time. Would it be the same when she returned to the hut or would she blow up at him again? What about tomorrow?

Conner dismissed the negative thoughts from his mind. Live in the moment. Under the current circumstances, that philosophy took on considerably more meaning.

Conner stroked himself at a slow, relaxed pace for a bit. With no indication of Rose's return imminent, and not really all that concerned if she did, Conner paused to slip his boxers all the way off. His freed balls were chilled by the evening air, and it felt glorious.

Unencumbered, Conner resumed sliding his hand up and down his shaft. In his mind's eye, he pictured Rose on her knees, now nude, studying his every move with her naïve but curious eyes. She leaned forward to plant a dainty kiss on the tip before opening her mouth for more. He cupped his tender balls with his free hand, again imagining it was the princess who was manipulating him.

All the talk this evening had him so turned on, it didn't take long before he felt his orgasm imminent. He could have slowed down, delayed it to prolong his enjoyment, but his body craved the release. In the back of his mind, he realized it might be rude to cum all over the floor where they sat, ate, and slept. That left stepping outside to cum off the porch or...

It only took a couple steps until he was standing before their fire. Dozens of images of Rose flashed through his mind as his hand pistoned over his cock, driving to release. With a visceral grunt, he unloaded into the fire. Thick ropes of cum splattered among the flames and embers, fizzling and popping. He almost laughed at the oddness of his choice, and yet it had a strangely satisfying aspect - like making a sacrifice to the island god.

The thought of sacrificing to a god brought to mind the classic virgin. Rose had told him she hadn't even had a proper kiss. That meant she was...

He shook his head. He'd known it, but hadn't really thought it through. It was tantalizing, yet fraught with potential pitfalls.

Conner squeezed out the last few drops and then put his boxers back on. On legs wobbly with exhaustion, he stepped out onto the porch and looked and listened into the jungle for signs of Rose. All he heard was the soft drone of insects of the night and the odd bird call. How long should he give her? She was a big girl. He didn't want to intrude on her when she was expecting privacy.

The last day and a half caught up to him and he laid down on his pallet to wait. He was convinced he'd wait on her and go look if she wasn't back soon. His good intentions didn't work out, though, as he was asleep in seconds.

He started awake, momentarily confused as to where he was. The pallet was thin and a little scratchy, the fire down to little more than glowing embers. Rose!

Conner rolled over and found Rose sleeping soundly not far away on her own pallet. She looked so peaceful. And, to be honest, so sexy in her panties and bra.

The temp had cooled a bit further, so he got up to add a little more fuel to the fire. With another glance at Rose, he stepped out to the porch to retrieve his sweatshirt. Gently, he draped it over her body.

Satisfied, he laid down and was back asleep in moments.

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Conner woke at dawn, whether from being fully rested or from the subtle changes in the background sounds. Rose was still asleep, curled up under his sweatshirt. He decided to leave her there and go take care of business.

He traded his boxers for his jeans and used the stream to wash his undergarment as best as possible. Once those were hung to dry, he went about looking for fruit for breakfast. He selected a few familiar looking ones that might be ripe and returned to the hut where Rose was just starting to wake.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said.
 
Rose woke up pleasantly warm. Her backside was a bit sore from sleeping on the hard wood, it would seem the few palm leaves she had put down did little to soften the floor. She was just opening her eyes when she saw Connor walking in with some fruit.

“Good morning,” She said with a yawn and a stretch, stopping herself as her heavy breasts almost slipped out of the bottom of her bra. She blushed a bit and smiled as she realized she was draped in his sweatshirt.

“Do you mind if I borrow this today?” She asked as she stood. She then slipped it on, the hem of it coming to mid-thigh on her petite form. She then pulled her arms in the sleeves and removed her bra and panties. She then pushed her arms back through the sleeves.

She placed her bra and panties to the side as she took a piece of offered fruit. “I suppose laundry of sorts is on my to do list today,” She began and then sat down, making sure the sweat shirt covered her knees, “But I suppose I should be asking what’s important. We should probably work on that SOS on the beach I’m guessing,” She said, looking to him for answers.
 
Conner was happy to let Rise borrow his sweatshirt, doubly so when seeing her work her undergarments out from underneath it.

"My sweatshirt has never been happier," he said with a chuckle. Then he hooked his thumb over his back toward where his boxes were hanging outside. "And I had the same idea."

He settled in the floor nearby and offered a selection of the fruit. Some better than others, but nothing seemed dangerous.

"Yes, definitely need to make an SOS on the beach," he said. "And then I was thinking we should do a little beach combing. See if we can find anything else useful. A mirror or piece of glass we could use for signaling a boat or plane would be ideal, but a long shot."

Conner let Rose finish eating, visit the brook to do her wash, and otherwise freshen up for the morning. He wanted to get a move on before the sun became too harsh. Once she was ready, they made their way back to the beach where they'd landed, as it had the widest open area he'd seen so far. They gathered rocks, branches, leaves, and anything else vaguely dark against the nearly white sand and started arranging them in the letters of distress.

"I was thinking we could walk the beach around to the lagoon I found yesterday. Coolest place I've seen here yet. Maybe find something else for lunch."
 
Rose ate, worked through her morning routine and was soon on the beach with Connor, helping to find anything dark enough to spell out the SOS message. She wasn’t sure who would see it, she hadn’t heard a play fly over the island the entire morning, but she supposed one might eventually.

When he mentioned the lagoon she felt her face turn bright red as she thought about the previous evening. “I think I stumbled upon it last night…it was beautiful. I’d like to see it in the daylight.”

She knew she probably sounded like a tourist, there were things that needed to be done and she was well aware of it.

“We should probably have a look at the roof at some point as well. Clearly storms brew out of anywhere and I’d like to escape the next one if I can.”

She finished helping him with the SOS and then started looking around for things that might help them while they were there. The beach was fairly free of the ravages of man, but she managed to find a few plastic bags and collected the few empty plastic bottles she found. It would help them to boil the water and then have a place to store it.

Afterwards they walked to the lagoon and it was even more beautiful than the night before.

“I’m surprised that some cruise line hasn’t bought this island yet,” She told him as she walked towards the cerulean blue water.

She waited until Connor was close enough to the water’s edge and then bend down and splashed him with the water, giggling as she flicked more water at him.

“You look way to hot,” She teased him and splashed him again, chuckling.
 
Conner was a little surprised to hear she'd already found the lagoon, that she'd ventured that far alone in the dark. Must have really wanted some privacy last night. He had to agree with her about the beauty of the place and that it had escaped notice.

"Nice to see a place like this not despoiled," he said, "though I wouldn't mind a stray boat passing along."

Rose splashing him caught him entirely off guard. He flinched, then felt foolish for reacting to simple water. Her second splash actually felt nice.

"I am hot, thanks," he said. Indeed, at this latitude, the sun was imposing, even in the morning. Wearing jeans hadn't seemed like a bad idea at first, but as he'd gotten hotter they'd gotten uncomfortable, especially sans underwear.

"Can't wait to trade these jeans for my shorts, though. Not ideal tropical resort attire."

He splashed Rose back, not really trying to soak her. "You look like you're getting a bit warm in that, too."

Conner caught sight of the small waterfall on the opposite side of the lagoon and could almost feel the cool, fresh water running over his head. He needed a drink and a dunk. Yup. Definitely.

Before Rose could flee, Conner lunged for her and scooped her in both arms, under her knees and behind her back. He pulled her in tight to his sweat kissed, muscular chest, and promptly waded into the warm water.

"Definitely in need of cooling down!"

In moments, the water was up to his ribs with his jeans soaked through and his borrowed sweatshirt wet enough that it'd need another day of drying in the sun. He clearly was making for the waterfall and had no intention of letting the princess go until he got there.
 
Rose let out a surprised scream as Connor picked her up and headed into the water. She playfully protested, especially when she saw that he was going straight for the waterfall. She started trying to get away a little more earnestly as the water felt cool against her skin. Before she knew it, however, she was under the waterfall getting pummeled by the cool water.

She let out another scream that was interrupted by her laughter as she squirmed to get out from under the water fall. She squirmed and tried to get away from him with no luck and finally she pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. His shock from the action gave her enough leeway to break free and swim just out of the waterfalls reach.

She dipped her head back to get her hair out of her face and then splashed at Connor again. It was only after she splashed him that she realized the sweat shirt was floating up around her breasts leaving nothing to the imagination. She let out a little eep and then pulled it back down into the water, causing air bubbles to float up around her again.

“Maybe I should have let you carry me!” she joked, trying to ease her own awkwardness.
 
Conner laughed playfully at her awkwardness, knowing from her own laughs that she hadn't minded. That kiss, too, however brief, had been nice.

"Perhaps," he said. "Or maybe we should've just left the clothes behind. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get out of wet jeans? Or how slowly they dry in this humidity?"

He dove under the water and started to swim around Rose. He opened his eyes, despite the bit of sting, and caught a brief blurry glimpse between her legs before she had the hem down and covering herself again. He swam around behind her and popped back up.

"Ugh," he said, wiping water from his face. "And they're shit for swimming in, too."

He gave her a playful splash. "That was a dirty trick, you know. What you did to escape my vile clutches."
 
“If you’re jeans are such a problem then take them off. I promise not to peek…well mostly,” She offered and then tried to swim away as he dove under water. When he came up and splashed her she laughed again.

“It was effective I’d say. Besides,” She paused as she struggled with the sweatshirt some more, “I needed to be able to breathe,” she teased him back, splashing some water, only to have the shirt float up again.

It was then that she pursed her lips for a moment and considered her options. After a few moments of thought she saw just behind the waterfall and took off the sweatshirt, laying it on one of the rocks. She then timidly swam back through the falls, hoping the water would provide her some modesty.

While she was nervous about being naked in front of Connor, being naked in the water felt amazing. She loved the way the water swirled around her full breasts, the water reaching places that were usually tightly packed into a bathing suit or bikini. It was the first time she felt truly sexy.

“Hope you don’t mind…it kept floating off anyway…” she murmured, still fairly embarrassed about him being there.
 
Conner was quietly proud of Rose for shedding the sweatshirt.

“Hope you don’t mind…it kept floating off anyway…” she murmured.

"Not at all," he said. "And thank God, since I really need to get out of these jeans. I just didn't want you to, you know, feel uncomfortable."

He knew she was naked and of course glanced, but it was difficult to see anything. Even with the water being clear, the subtle waves and refraction made it blurry. It was enough just to know she was naked.

He started unzipping his jeans and working them over his hips.

"I may have ruined swimming for you, though," he said. "I've found, once you go skinny dipping, swimming in suits is never as nice."

Conner managed to get the jeans partway down before the water logged fabric caught up too tightly on his thighs. He was in just deep enough water that standing was awkward. He stumbled and got a mouthful of brackish water for his efforts.

"Sorry, mind?" He lifted his feet up toward Rose while using his arms to keep himself upright, almost floating on his back. "Like I was saying, wet jeans are a bitch."
 
Rose laughed as he fell over, but she couldn’t keep herself from turning beet red when she saw him in all his naked glory. She felt nervous about going over and helping him, but she also didn’t want to leave him stuck in his jeans either.

She swam over and pulled at his jeans until he was finally free, the last tug causing her to fall back a little, her breasts floating up and into view for a few seconds before she righted herself. She then tossed the jeans back to him and then splashed him as a punishment.

After a few moments of swimming, despite turning red at the thought, she finally spit out a question that she had been wanting to ask.

“I know this will sound strange, but…can I…um…touch it?” She asked, curious to see if his cock felt as hard as he looked when she had caught him the other night. “I’m just curious is all…you can obviously say no if you want…” she said, trying to back pedal.
 
Conner took most of the wet jeans to his face, the sodden mass heavy. He laughed as she splashed him and then he ducked under the falls to toss out his jeans with her borrowed sweatshirt.

The freedom of swimming nude was something he always enjoyed. it was, indeed, like nothing else. He rinsed his hair out under the falls and then swam lazily toward Rose.

“I know this will sound strange, but…can I…um…touch it?” She asked. “I’m just curious is all…you can obviously say no if you want…”

That definitely surprised Conner, more than her impromptu kiss attack. The princess certainly was curious and must be feeling far more comfortable with him now. It was a bold request.

"It?" He teased, but drifted toward her. "Yes, you may touch it, since you asked so nicely. But, on one condition - I get to teach you how to properly kiss."

He stopped in arm's reach of Rose, standing in water mid-chest in depth. Between wrestling with his jeans and simply swimming around, he wasn't presently erect. Her request, however, was sending the tingle down that way which might change that state in a hurry.
 
Her heart fluttered as he mentioned teaching her to kiss. While she supposed most girls wanted to have sex, which she, of course, wanted one day as well, she really love the idea of kissing more. She had waited her whole life to make out with someone other than her hand and then made her even more nervous.

“I suppose that’s fair,” she blushed too shy about it to look him the eye.

When he swam closer she hesitantly reached towards him under the water and grazed his cock with her fingertips. It was a quick affair and certainly not sexy but her eyes looked up at him for a moment in surprise.

“It’s so soft…like velvet…” she paused and chuckled a bit, “I suppose if I had one, I would play with it all the time too,” she chuckled and moved her arm back up to stay afloat. Out of nervousness she flicked a little water at him.

“Thank you for your contribution to my education,” she teased.
 
Conner chuckled at Rose's reaction to touching him, however briefly, and comment about playing with it all the time if she had one.

"The curse of being male, I suppose," he said.

“Thank you for your contribution to my education,” she teased.

He winked at her. "You're most welcome. Congratulations on successful completion of penis lesson one. There'll be a quiz later."

He considered the promised kissing lesson, but decided he could bring that back up later. Maybe this afternoon when they were hiding from the worst of the sun.

Sensing another embarrassed blush coming out of her, he splashed and swam away a short distance. He waved her to follow as he crossed the small lagoon to the rockier side. The water was shallower, barely reaching his waist.

It was impossible not to check out Rose's bared breasts as she followed, by far the best view he'd had of them yet. Perfect handfuls with pink nipples already puckering, be it from arousal or the cooler air brushing them. He was quick about looking, then turned back to the natural pools formed between the rocks and sand.

"There," Conner said, pointing. His other hand he placed gently on Rose's back just above her waist, their bodies brushing almost incidentally. "See the crabs underwater? That's where I found dinner, and I'm thinking lunch, too, if you're good with that. There are some nice looking fish around here, too, but I'll need to come up with a spear or some other way of catching them."

There were several decent-sized crabs crawling around the rocks. Pretty easy pickings, really. His biggest fear was that they would deplete the local population before they were rescued.

"Wanna try your luck catching one? Or should I?"
 
Rose followed Connor and was shy about being more exposed than before. At first she covered her breasts with her arms, but after a few deep breaths she slowly lowered arms and smiled a bit, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on her dusty pink nipples.

When she saw the pools and the life that lived there she felt a surprising tinge of happiness. She found it especially odd given their situation, but she was more surprised that being in nature seemed to make her so happy, as was the fact that Connor seemed so much different now.

“I’ll do my best,” She smiled softly as she went to go attempt to catch a crab.

She ended up out of the pools as she chased one of the crustaceans, her long brown hair falling over her breasts like she was emulating a mermaid. When she finally managed to catch one she held it up, careful to keep the pinchers away from her body.

“Got one!” She called over delightedly as she carefully walked back to where he was, “Here, hold this…” She said and then walked to where she had left her bag of “treasure”, returning with a hefty plastic bag. She put the crab inside and then started chasing another, soon depositing it in the bag as well.

“I don’t want to take too many…we should probably work on that spear so we don’t kill off the population,” she told him and then paused. “You know, you’re a lot different than I thought you were…thank you for being so nice to me Connor, especially since…well since I know you aren’t my biggest fan.”
 
"You're a natural, Rose," Conner said as the princess deposited her second crab into the bag. It was fun watching her cute little body diving and frolicking in pursuit of the crustaceans, but her enthusiasm was doubly rewarding.

"And, yes, I agree about taking too many," he said, cinching up the bag. "I'll try to figure out a spear this afternoon. Maybe after that roof repair you were talking about."

He pointed out on the horizon where one of the puffy white clouds had built up higher and larger than its neighbors, dropping a small spot of rain underneath. It was probably typical for the area, getting brief but frequent showers during the daytime hours.

As they carried their haul back across the lagoon toward the rest of their stuff, Rose said, “You know, you’re a lot different than I thought you were…thank you for being so nice to me Connor, especially since…well since I know you aren’t my biggest fan."

Conner gave her a puzzled look. "You're welcome, I think. Wait, what? Why do you think I don't like you? Or didn't? I thought you didn't like me."

He shook his head.

"I don't know if I did something that might have been seen in the wrong light. Maybe. Honestly, I've been...careful...around you. I mean, you were a girl on the brink of adolescence when I joined the crew and I knew your parents were going to be super protective of you with any guys around. I was in my twenties and, well, I understood how anything I did or said could be taken the wrong way. I've had to be perfectly, painfully professional.

"Maybe that means I came across as cold. And, more recently, well, you've had your moments. No offense."

It was hard to believe he was saying this to the young woman with whom he was skinny dipping. The woman he'd promised to teach how to kiss.

"Honestly, in a twisted sort of way, I'm glad this happened. I'm getting to know what I think is the real you. The woman beneath the princess with all her insecurities and strengths. I like that woman."
 
“I don’t know…I you’ve never been particularly nice to me…not that I’ve been particularly nice to you either I suppose…for which I apologize. I shouldn’t have taken my anger about other thing out on you,” She admitted as she moved to grab their clothes.

With regret she slid the cold wet sweatshirt back on, shivering a little as she did. She also picked up his jeans.

“I never really get to be myself, and if I try, as you may have noticed, I get severely punished. I don’t mean to sound like an ungrateful brat, I realize that I’ve had opportunities that most other people dream of, but like everything else, it comes at a pretty hefty price,” she told him as they walked towards the hut.

Once there she laid his jeans out to dry and then slipped back into her bra, undies and jeans before hanging the sweatshirt to dry next to his jeans. She then put her hands on her hips and looked up at the roof of the hut.

“What do we need to do to fix this?”
 
Conner found it amusing that Rose would donned her wet sweatshirt while picking up his jeans and not offering them back to him. Getting comfortable with him in the buff, or testing him? She didn't make a big deal of it, though, and he was perfectly happy air drying. The only thing worse than getting out of wet jeans was putting cold and wet ones back on.

He did feel for her as she explained how restrictive her life was, despite all the money and power and opportunities. Life as a royal sounded great from the outside, but clearly it came at a price. He'd seen a fair bit of that firsthand and was glad he was on the other side.

"I'm sure as you get older, you'll have more opportunities to stretch beyond your parents' restrictions," he said. Of course, she'd probably become queen one day and then she'd be right back in the cycle. Unless she changed things. "I guess I can see the appeal of being out here for a few days. Do whatever the heck you want and no one will judge you for it."

He slipped into his now dry boxers on their return to the hut, not wanting to be too casual around Rose, especially after she dressed in everything that was dry. She looked good in jeans and bra, just as she had in his sweatshirt and in nothing at all and...

“What do we need to do to fix this?”

Conner looked up at the roof and considered the damage. They still had about two-thirds of it mostly intact, so it'd mostly be a matter of extending what was left.

"There's a thicket of bamboo not far from here. That might make for nice, straight beams. We can try to tie them down with anything vine-y. Layer some of those big palm fronds and I think we'll be in business. Might not survive a typhoon, but it'll keep us drier than that hole."

Conner offered to get the bamboo while Rose collected the leaves. While he got some thicker stalks for the roof, he also found a handful of thinner bamboo that he thought he could fashion into crude fishing spears. He'd seen something about how that was done on TV once and hoped his memory would suffice.

Rose had a more than ample supply of building material when he returned, as well as the vines they'd need to splice it together. Conner surveyed the roof and realized it would be risky to climb on top of it, not knowing how durable the remainder of the original parts were.

"You any good at tying knots?" he asked. "I'm thinking we work from inside the hut. You sit on my shoulders and tie down the bamboo to the roof there, then we'll drape the leaves over that frame."

He could see a bit of skepticism in her eyes, so with a wink he added, "Or I could sit on your shoulders."
 
Rose was happy to gather up the palm leaves to repair the hut. She had seen some dark clouds on the horizon of the ocean, and while she didn’t think it would be a violent storm, she would preferred be as dry as she could be.

When he returned and asked about knots, she smiled a bit, “I was in Girl Guides, I think I can manage a few knots.”

She carefully got on Connor’s shoulders and followed his instructions on how to tie the bamboo and fronds to the roof. While it was a bit odd, and she teetered several times, she was able to get the hole patched up in the ceiling.

Just as they finished, several droplets of rain hit the outside fronds. She slid down his body to get down and readjusted her bra straps.

“Looks like we got that finished just in the nick of time,” She offered as she moved to build up the fire. She then took the crabs out of their bag, skewered them, and set them to slowly roast. Afterwards, she moved towards the small door of the hut and leaned on its frame as she watched the rain get a bit heavier. After several minutes she turned around to face him.

“Looks like we’re stuck inside for lunch,” She said and then moved to her pallet, laying on her side and propping her are up on its elbow and resting her head in her palm.

“Maybe you can tell me a story or something though…” She paused and rolled over onto her back, “I feel surprisingly drowsy…guess it’s the combination of the sun and the relaxing rain,” she said, looking up at him.
 
Their roof repairs seemed to hold up well with only a few drops making it through. It felt nice, a sense of real accomplishment, even with something that simple. Rose had done good work and he'd made a point to tell her so.

"Don't go falling asleep before lunch, now," he said as she rolled onto her back. She did look ready for a nap. It had been a bust morning.

"Now, a story?" He considered that. All the best stories that popped into his mind were of the inappropriate variety. "I think that might just put you to sleep. Maybe after lunch."

He sat beside her pallet.

"I'm thinking maybe we try lesson one of how to properly kiss. I'd like to think that I wouldn't put you to sleep that way."
 
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