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Gaetan Duchamps
OOC: Gaetan Duchamps was born into a life of privilege. Coming from one of Quebec's most influential and powerful families, he had grown accustomed to having the best of things. He had been educated at LCC, McGill and then the Sorbonne. Recently his family had purchased a controlling interest in Pacific Cruise International, the company who owned the Pacific Star, and Gaetan had been selected by his father to go on a voyage and see how well the ship was run.
Haughty and arrogant, Gaetan had eschewed the trappings of vacation as even the first class accomadations failed to live up to his standards of luxury and had been walking around the decks when the storm hit. He is tall and thin with blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
IC: Gaetan could not get the gritty taste out of his mouth. For a second he had thought he had fallen asleep in a pool, or a bathtub as he was seemed to be floating in water. It felt like a brass band was playing in his head. Slowly he put his arms down, hoping to balance himself and push himself up when he felt sand.
"Quel?" He said to himself. It was then that he looked up and noticed his surroundings. Vague memories of being thrown off the boat in the storm came to him as well as desperately trying to swim back towards the boat. It had seemed fate, although cruel, had given him a silver lining by landing him on this island. He stood up. Suddenly the enormity of what had happened hit him and he began to let loose with a huge string of obscenities, yelled at the top of his lungs. Dropping to his knees, he began to collect himself.
"Don't panic. Remember what father said, adapt and excel, turn every situation to your advantage." He said to himself as he went through his pockets. A pack of destroyed cigarettes, along with a gold lighter that had been a graduation present, were in his back pocket. His front right pocket contained his wallet, which contained almost no cash but many credit cards and his front left pocket contained his keys, swiss army knife and palm pilot. Gaetan looked at the meager collection of materials in front of him before remembering his suit jacket. He was still wearing his Armani suit and he began going through those pockets. This yielded nothing except a pocket raincoat and his cell phone. Realizing now that he was stranded alone on an island with no survival gear, Gaetan again let loose with a string of french obscenities, this time screamed at the top of his lungs.
OOC: Gaetan Duchamps was born into a life of privilege. Coming from one of Quebec's most influential and powerful families, he had grown accustomed to having the best of things. He had been educated at LCC, McGill and then the Sorbonne. Recently his family had purchased a controlling interest in Pacific Cruise International, the company who owned the Pacific Star, and Gaetan had been selected by his father to go on a voyage and see how well the ship was run.
Haughty and arrogant, Gaetan had eschewed the trappings of vacation as even the first class accomadations failed to live up to his standards of luxury and had been walking around the decks when the storm hit. He is tall and thin with blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
IC: Gaetan could not get the gritty taste out of his mouth. For a second he had thought he had fallen asleep in a pool, or a bathtub as he was seemed to be floating in water. It felt like a brass band was playing in his head. Slowly he put his arms down, hoping to balance himself and push himself up when he felt sand.
"Quel?" He said to himself. It was then that he looked up and noticed his surroundings. Vague memories of being thrown off the boat in the storm came to him as well as desperately trying to swim back towards the boat. It had seemed fate, although cruel, had given him a silver lining by landing him on this island. He stood up. Suddenly the enormity of what had happened hit him and he began to let loose with a huge string of obscenities, yelled at the top of his lungs. Dropping to his knees, he began to collect himself.
"Don't panic. Remember what father said, adapt and excel, turn every situation to your advantage." He said to himself as he went through his pockets. A pack of destroyed cigarettes, along with a gold lighter that had been a graduation present, were in his back pocket. His front right pocket contained his wallet, which contained almost no cash but many credit cards and his front left pocket contained his keys, swiss army knife and palm pilot. Gaetan looked at the meager collection of materials in front of him before remembering his suit jacket. He was still wearing his Armani suit and he began going through those pockets. This yielded nothing except a pocket raincoat and his cell phone. Realizing now that he was stranded alone on an island with no survival gear, Gaetan again let loose with a string of french obscenities, this time screamed at the top of his lungs.
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Romanov
"Well, I don’t have lighter, but I've got a steel hammer, and I'll bet I can get something going off of one of these rocks," Romanov said, pulling the well-worn hammer from his tool belt. He took the dry branch from Steve and added a small pile of dries leaves and trigs to the end before striking a large rock at a sharp angle.
A short shower of sparks cascaded off the jagged rock, and continued to slowly pour off as Romanov struck the rock several more times. Mic knelt down near the branch and began to blow softly on the birth of the fire, he soft lips rounded into an "O" as she fed the oxygen into the fire.
The branch sputtered at first, and almost if by will, the fire began to grow. Steve found another branch and wrapped the end tightly in dry leaves, using a small piece of vine to secure them in place. Two torches were ready, and Romanov took one and began his entry into the small opening.
After a tight squeeze of more than 20 feet, the tunnel opened up into a larger cavern. Dry leaves and dust skittered about on the floor as air swept into the chamber through the mountainside opening and up through the dimly-lighted ceiling. Gnarled roots had penetrated the roof of the cavern, allowing light to filter through and funneling the rain along the far wall where it pooled in a small depression.
"I'm in, I'm dry, and I've got water in here," Romanov shouted back through the opening. "Anyone want to join me? We've got a regular three star hotel in here!"
"Well, I don’t have lighter, but I've got a steel hammer, and I'll bet I can get something going off of one of these rocks," Romanov said, pulling the well-worn hammer from his tool belt. He took the dry branch from Steve and added a small pile of dries leaves and trigs to the end before striking a large rock at a sharp angle.
A short shower of sparks cascaded off the jagged rock, and continued to slowly pour off as Romanov struck the rock several more times. Mic knelt down near the branch and began to blow softly on the birth of the fire, he soft lips rounded into an "O" as she fed the oxygen into the fire.
The branch sputtered at first, and almost if by will, the fire began to grow. Steve found another branch and wrapped the end tightly in dry leaves, using a small piece of vine to secure them in place. Two torches were ready, and Romanov took one and began his entry into the small opening.
After a tight squeeze of more than 20 feet, the tunnel opened up into a larger cavern. Dry leaves and dust skittered about on the floor as air swept into the chamber through the mountainside opening and up through the dimly-lighted ceiling. Gnarled roots had penetrated the roof of the cavern, allowing light to filter through and funneling the rain along the far wall where it pooled in a small depression.
"I'm in, I'm dry, and I've got water in here," Romanov shouted back through the opening. "Anyone want to join me? We've got a regular three star hotel in here!"
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Mikayla
She found herself being silly and playful with the burly Russian and she took a deep breath before squeezing her body into the opening. She was glad she wasn't clastrophobic, and the light at the end helped a lot. She felt relief and took a deep breath as she entered the cave. It wasn't large but compared to the tunnel it was heaven. She took in several deep breaths feeling her breasts move against the lace cups of her bra. She could feel his eyes on her and she licked her lips, then realized how provocative the action was.
"So how long did it take me to squeeze my way down here? We probably have a few moments before others make their way down....care to explore a bit?"
She found herself being silly and playful with the burly Russian and she took a deep breath before squeezing her body into the opening. She was glad she wasn't clastrophobic, and the light at the end helped a lot. She felt relief and took a deep breath as she entered the cave. It wasn't large but compared to the tunnel it was heaven. She took in several deep breaths feeling her breasts move against the lace cups of her bra. She could feel his eyes on her and she licked her lips, then realized how provocative the action was.
"So how long did it take me to squeeze my way down here? We probably have a few moments before others make their way down....care to explore a bit?"
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Steve
Steve took the second torch Bull handed to him, waiting by the entrance into the cave ready to come to the second man's aid if, God forbid, something like a cave-in happened. The cave stood solid, though, and Steve sighed with relief when Bull finally made it all the way in, describing what he saw to them.
He fixed his torch between two stones under the cover of a terrace, so the rain, should it start unexpectedly, would not destroy the precious flames.
"Good job, Bull," he yelled into the cave, staring into the rapidly darkening sky. "Now come out, you two, we have to gather up as much leaves and firewood as we can while it's dry!"
He turned and followed Callie who, figuring the same thing, already walked around, bending to get dry branches and grass that littered the ground among palm trees. Steve couldn't help but admire the view her sexy butt presented every time cloth stretched tightly over it.
Steve took the second torch Bull handed to him, waiting by the entrance into the cave ready to come to the second man's aid if, God forbid, something like a cave-in happened. The cave stood solid, though, and Steve sighed with relief when Bull finally made it all the way in, describing what he saw to them.
He fixed his torch between two stones under the cover of a terrace, so the rain, should it start unexpectedly, would not destroy the precious flames.
"Good job, Bull," he yelled into the cave, staring into the rapidly darkening sky. "Now come out, you two, we have to gather up as much leaves and firewood as we can while it's dry!"
He turned and followed Callie who, figuring the same thing, already walked around, bending to get dry branches and grass that littered the ground among palm trees. Steve couldn't help but admire the view her sexy butt presented every time cloth stretched tightly over it.
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Romanov
"Explore a bit? What do you…" Romanov began to say, looking around the smooth walls of the cave. He stopped mid-sentence and stared at the beauty standing before him, licking her lips.
"Well," Romanov began, "I see that since Steve and Callie are going to gather wood and leaves, so we may have some time to ourselves."
"Explore a bit? What do you…" Romanov began to say, looking around the smooth walls of the cave. He stopped mid-sentence and stared at the beauty standing before him, licking her lips.
"Well," Romanov began, "I see that since Steve and Callie are going to gather wood and leaves, so we may have some time to ourselves."
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Mikayla Barnes
How long had it been since a man had looked at her like that..... like she was something deliscious to be eaten. "I suppose we could liven the place up a little." She shivered slightly feeling warm and cold at the same time. She glanced around noticing there was little to explore except each other. "Snickers?" she pulled out a candy bar.
Mikayla smiled and handed him the candy bar and removed her shirt. "Could it have any more tears?" she chuckled softly, "not like it was doing me much good anyway. I wonder how cool it gets at night here."
How long had it been since a man had looked at her like that..... like she was something deliscious to be eaten. "I suppose we could liven the place up a little." She shivered slightly feeling warm and cold at the same time. She glanced around noticing there was little to explore except each other. "Snickers?" she pulled out a candy bar.
Mikayla smiled and handed him the candy bar and removed her shirt. "Could it have any more tears?" she chuckled softly, "not like it was doing me much good anyway. I wonder how cool it gets at night here."
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She squealed with joy when they found the water and barely noticed the two newcomers at first. Wiping her face off and using her hands to dump as much water onto her hair and neck as she could, she finally stood, her hair pushed back from her face, the ragged cut along her hairline standing out angrily against her skin, but not bleeding any longer.
She spoke rather shyly with the man and woman and smiled gratefully as Steve put his arm around her as they walked off, looking for cover, leaning against him slightly and liking the way it made her feel safe. She looked over the other two as they walked and was actually a bit jealous of their ability to joke and laugh like nothing was wrong. Her thoughts turned once to her more then likely dead boyfriend and she shivered, though she was far from cold.
Realizing they'd found some sort of cave, she started to reach into her pocket when they mentioned a lighter, but remembered sticking it in the bag with the joints. Having no intention of being labeled as anything, she shoved it farther into her pocket, remaining silent as Bull said something about starting a fire with his hammer. As the two disappeared into the cave, she figured they'd need fuel and began gathering as much brush, leaves and branches as she could find, piling them all near the cave entrance. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned suddenly to see Steve behind her, watching. Smiling at him she straightened, her arms full of branches as she perused him carefully, noticing his bright eyes and gorgeous smile. Chuckling at herself for thinking things like that in the situation she was in, she walked behind him and dropped the branches in the pile.
May as well make the best of it, I suppose. A warm fire will be nice if it cools off tonight.
She spoke rather shyly with the man and woman and smiled gratefully as Steve put his arm around her as they walked off, looking for cover, leaning against him slightly and liking the way it made her feel safe. She looked over the other two as they walked and was actually a bit jealous of their ability to joke and laugh like nothing was wrong. Her thoughts turned once to her more then likely dead boyfriend and she shivered, though she was far from cold.
Realizing they'd found some sort of cave, she started to reach into her pocket when they mentioned a lighter, but remembered sticking it in the bag with the joints. Having no intention of being labeled as anything, she shoved it farther into her pocket, remaining silent as Bull said something about starting a fire with his hammer. As the two disappeared into the cave, she figured they'd need fuel and began gathering as much brush, leaves and branches as she could find, piling them all near the cave entrance. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned suddenly to see Steve behind her, watching. Smiling at him she straightened, her arms full of branches as she perused him carefully, noticing his bright eyes and gorgeous smile. Chuckling at herself for thinking things like that in the situation she was in, she walked behind him and dropped the branches in the pile.
May as well make the best of it, I suppose. A warm fire will be nice if it cools off tonight.
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Steve
"Aw, shoot," Steve thought, cursing himself for having erotic thoughts about her at a time like this when Callie caught him watching.
May as well make the best of it, I suppose. A warm fire will be nice if it cools off tonight.
"That's right." Steve said. "Bull may claim it's a three-star hotel, but I doubt we will find warm mattresses in there, or even sheets." He smiled.
They went back to gathering firewood, tossing encouraging comments to one another from time to time. Somehow in the huge forest Steve managed to bump and brush against Callie more than once, happening to be collecting wood in the exact same spots where she was gathering dry branches and shrubs. On each occasion he would smile half-appologetically half-suggestively.
Soon a nice pile of firewood grew near the enterance to the cave. Steve and Callie were about to call it a day and join Bull and Mic in the shelter, when it started. The rain in tropics is often unlike rain in the moderate latitudes. It can start in a flash and pour down like it's Judgement day, then stop within minutes. So did this rain start as well. Screaming, the two ran towards the cave, but by the time they reached it and hid under the stone terrace by the piles of firewood both were as wet as through they were dipped into a well.
Steve, shivering, his teeth drumming a rapid march against one another, looked at Callie who was in a similar condition. "Inside." He said, moving a wet curl of hair off her face caringly. "We'll build a fire and get dried." He motioned towards the enterance, offering the lady to go first.
"Aw, shoot," Steve thought, cursing himself for having erotic thoughts about her at a time like this when Callie caught him watching.
May as well make the best of it, I suppose. A warm fire will be nice if it cools off tonight.
"That's right." Steve said. "Bull may claim it's a three-star hotel, but I doubt we will find warm mattresses in there, or even sheets." He smiled.
They went back to gathering firewood, tossing encouraging comments to one another from time to time. Somehow in the huge forest Steve managed to bump and brush against Callie more than once, happening to be collecting wood in the exact same spots where she was gathering dry branches and shrubs. On each occasion he would smile half-appologetically half-suggestively.
Soon a nice pile of firewood grew near the enterance to the cave. Steve and Callie were about to call it a day and join Bull and Mic in the shelter, when it started. The rain in tropics is often unlike rain in the moderate latitudes. It can start in a flash and pour down like it's Judgement day, then stop within minutes. So did this rain start as well. Screaming, the two ran towards the cave, but by the time they reached it and hid under the stone terrace by the piles of firewood both were as wet as through they were dipped into a well.
Steve, shivering, his teeth drumming a rapid march against one another, looked at Callie who was in a similar condition. "Inside." He said, moving a wet curl of hair off her face caringly. "We'll build a fire and get dried." He motioned towards the enterance, offering the lady to go first.
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They gathered branches for a bit, and she smiled to herself as he brushed against her from time to time, whether accidentally or not, she didn't care. She just knew she liked it... as much as she tried to tell herself it was merely comforting.. she knew it was more then that and she kept talking to herself in her head... Callie, don't be silly. You're stuck on an island.. with only 4 people alive..well that you know of anyway. No time for those kind of thoughts. The pep talk didn't help however and she couldnt' help but admire him as he bent and gathered with her.
THey were headed back to the cave when out of nowhere, the sky opened and they were suddenly drenched. Reaching shelter, she laughed at the sight of the two of them, it had only taken a moment, but they were drenched as if they'd just walked out of the ocean itself. But she had to admit, even as she began to shiver, it was nice to have the salt washed off of her for the most part.
Staring into his eyes for a moment as he brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, she had to fight the sudden urge she had to lean over and kiss him... finally tearing her gaze away and headed into the cave ahead of him, realizing suddenly that she was actually cold, goosebumps breaking out on her arms.
THey were headed back to the cave when out of nowhere, the sky opened and they were suddenly drenched. Reaching shelter, she laughed at the sight of the two of them, it had only taken a moment, but they were drenched as if they'd just walked out of the ocean itself. But she had to admit, even as she began to shiver, it was nice to have the salt washed off of her for the most part.
Staring into his eyes for a moment as he brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, she had to fight the sudden urge she had to lean over and kiss him... finally tearing her gaze away and headed into the cave ahead of him, realizing suddenly that she was actually cold, goosebumps breaking out on her arms.
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Steve
Steve crawled into the cave after Callie, a torch in one hand and holding a couple of logs for the fire against his chest with another.
"H-h-how are you doing here, guys?" He called out once inside, shivering a little.
First and foremost he took off his wet shirt, exposing his arms and chest for all to see. Then his shorts, staying only in briefs that were only a little wet; thankfully the rain could not punch through the thick jean this quickly. It felt colder at first, but he knew keeping it on was going to make things far worse. Then he laid the logs in the middle of the cave and held his torch by them until the fire caught, then grew strong. It tossed dancing orange highlights on everything and everyone in the cave, creating a prehistoric atmosphere. The only thing missing was wall art.
Having built a fire, Steve instantly felt better, warmer. He turned to Callie, who settled close to the saving warmth of the fire as well. Steve took her hand into his - an icicle! He rubbed his hands over hers vigorously, warming it up with friction, making blood circulate more rapidly, making her feel better. Then he did the same with another hand.
Noticing she was still shivering in her drenched clothes, Steve got concerned. "Callie, you have to take these clothes off." He said strictly. "Otherwise you'll be sick in a few hours."
Steve crawled into the cave after Callie, a torch in one hand and holding a couple of logs for the fire against his chest with another.
"H-h-how are you doing here, guys?" He called out once inside, shivering a little.
First and foremost he took off his wet shirt, exposing his arms and chest for all to see. Then his shorts, staying only in briefs that were only a little wet; thankfully the rain could not punch through the thick jean this quickly. It felt colder at first, but he knew keeping it on was going to make things far worse. Then he laid the logs in the middle of the cave and held his torch by them until the fire caught, then grew strong. It tossed dancing orange highlights on everything and everyone in the cave, creating a prehistoric atmosphere. The only thing missing was wall art.
Having built a fire, Steve instantly felt better, warmer. He turned to Callie, who settled close to the saving warmth of the fire as well. Steve took her hand into his - an icicle! He rubbed his hands over hers vigorously, warming it up with friction, making blood circulate more rapidly, making her feel better. Then he did the same with another hand.
Noticing she was still shivering in her drenched clothes, Steve got concerned. "Callie, you have to take these clothes off." He said strictly. "Otherwise you'll be sick in a few hours."
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Unable to understand how she'd gone from comfortable to freezing in a matter of moments, she watched, shivering as he started the fire with his torch. Admiring him as his shirt came over, showing his nicely built upper half. She settled down by the fire and tore her eyes away just as he turned to her, grabbing her hands and rubbing them until they were at least not frozen. Holding them in front of the fire, she tried to stop shivering as she heard his words. She shook her head no as she stretched her legs out in front of her, showing she wasn't cold. But the cross between sternness and caring showed on his face and she finally nodded, the clothes clammy against her skin.
Standing and looking around the cave, the firelight dancing enticingly off the walls, she realized there was nowhere to be private if she wanted to be near the warm fire. Nor could she ask him to leave the area as he was obviously chilled as well. Smiling shyly again, her eyes dropped from his as she stripped the tight shirt over her head, and wriggled out of the tight shorts. Leaning over she draped them over a rock to dry, the small tattoo of a dragon showing on the small of her back, just above her ass. Turning back to him, her pale skin glistening in the firelight, the small bar in her belly button showing, the rest of her covered only by a wisp of a black lace thong and matching bra.. which her ample breasts threatened to spill out of. She pushed her mane of long hair away from her face as she stepped closer to the fire and Steve.
Standing and looking around the cave, the firelight dancing enticingly off the walls, she realized there was nowhere to be private if she wanted to be near the warm fire. Nor could she ask him to leave the area as he was obviously chilled as well. Smiling shyly again, her eyes dropped from his as she stripped the tight shirt over her head, and wriggled out of the tight shorts. Leaning over she draped them over a rock to dry, the small tattoo of a dragon showing on the small of her back, just above her ass. Turning back to him, her pale skin glistening in the firelight, the small bar in her belly button showing, the rest of her covered only by a wisp of a black lace thong and matching bra.. which her ample breasts threatened to spill out of. She pushed her mane of long hair away from her face as she stepped closer to the fire and Steve.
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Steve
Steve fought himself while Callie stripped out of her life-draining wet clothes. That was a good thing, he thought, as now she will get warm and safe from the harmful chill soon. But the little red devil in him yelled: "OH FUCK! LOOK AT THOSE HUGE TITS! SHE'S PRACTICALLY NAKED HERE!" "No, no! How can you stare?" the good guy insisted. "She is cold, vulnerable, she has no place to hide, and you want to betray her like this? Why would you want to do that?!" 'Because, Your Honor, my client is a horny bastard,' Steve told himself, feeling something big awakening between his legs, as he looked at the beautiful woman, unable to make himself look away.
To hide his growing erection, Steve moved behind Callie, as she sat by the fire again. He rubbed her back with his strong arms, just like he did with her hands before, trying to help her get warm. His own cold has been swiftly chased away as his heart pounded in excitement, rushing blood throughout his body.
"Feeling better?" Steve asked, massaging Callie's shoulders.
Steve fought himself while Callie stripped out of her life-draining wet clothes. That was a good thing, he thought, as now she will get warm and safe from the harmful chill soon. But the little red devil in him yelled: "OH FUCK! LOOK AT THOSE HUGE TITS! SHE'S PRACTICALLY NAKED HERE!" "No, no! How can you stare?" the good guy insisted. "She is cold, vulnerable, she has no place to hide, and you want to betray her like this? Why would you want to do that?!" 'Because, Your Honor, my client is a horny bastard,' Steve told himself, feeling something big awakening between his legs, as he looked at the beautiful woman, unable to make himself look away.
To hide his growing erection, Steve moved behind Callie, as she sat by the fire again. He rubbed her back with his strong arms, just like he did with her hands before, trying to help her get warm. His own cold has been swiftly chased away as his heart pounded in excitement, rushing blood throughout his body.
"Feeling better?" Steve asked, massaging Callie's shoulders.
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Gaetan wandered around the island as the shock of what happened began to sink in. He'd seen Castaway and Gilligan's island so his mind was flooded with the things he had seen people on TV do while stranded on an island
"Allo? Bonjour?" Gaetan didn't even know what language to speak on this godforsaken rock but still he called out in hopes that there were people here. Best possible scenarios ran through his mind, maybe it was an island with an American army base or maybe there was a tribe full of large breasted native women who would make him a god. Gaetan smiled at this as he looked upon the massive stretch of beach and noticed nothing other than a few dead jellyfish.
"Or maybe I'll die of starvation in a few days" He muttered. As night began to fall Gaetan thought, as he looked onto the hills that he could see a flickering of light. He quickly ran towards the source.
"Hello? Bonjour? Is there someone else here?"
"Allo? Bonjour?" Gaetan didn't even know what language to speak on this godforsaken rock but still he called out in hopes that there were people here. Best possible scenarios ran through his mind, maybe it was an island with an American army base or maybe there was a tribe full of large breasted native women who would make him a god. Gaetan smiled at this as he looked upon the massive stretch of beach and noticed nothing other than a few dead jellyfish.
"Or maybe I'll die of starvation in a few days" He muttered. As night began to fall Gaetan thought, as he looked onto the hills that he could see a flickering of light. He quickly ran towards the source.
"Hello? Bonjour? Is there someone else here?"
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His hands were miraculously warm against her skin as they massaged her and if she closed her eyes she could imagine they were somewhere else.. those warm, strong hands about to unfasten her bra and drop it to the ground before returning to her skin. Those warm hands dropping down over her shoulder to cup her breasts, the fingers gliding lightly over her hard nipples.
Feeling better?
His question jolted her out of her daydream and she managed a nod, even as she blushed. She was glad he was behind her and couldn't see. What was she doing having such thoughts. She barely knew him. Not to mention they were sitting in a cave on an unknown island. His hands didn't stop... though the pressure did change slightly and seem to become almost more sensual. Biting her lip she smiled at the feeling, until she realized she was about to lapse into her daydream again... feelings raged within her, her mind yelling at her... Callie, you slut, he's just being nice.. making sure you're not cold.. quit making it something it's not. Still.. she had seen the glint in his eye when she turned around from undressing... maybe he was... Cutting off her thoughts she went on feelings instead.
Mmmmmm, maybe you should consider a new job... 'cuz I"m feeling much better now.
She tilted her head sideways, her lips grazing the top of his hand in a feathery kiss.. her own hand going up to cover his hand then, her fingers stroking against his lightly. Very aware of the sudden butterflies in her stomach, the ones making their way even lower inside her, she smiled up at him.
It feels wonderful.. almost makes me forget..
"Hello? Bonjour? Is there someone else here?"
The sound startled her and she stood straight up, causing Steve's hand to drop from her shoulder, running down her side as it did. She trembled from the sensation even as she was turning to him, not realizing he'd been standing quite so close as she ended up facing him, and actually leaning right against him, her body pressing against his.
Did you hear that?
Feeling better?
His question jolted her out of her daydream and she managed a nod, even as she blushed. She was glad he was behind her and couldn't see. What was she doing having such thoughts. She barely knew him. Not to mention they were sitting in a cave on an unknown island. His hands didn't stop... though the pressure did change slightly and seem to become almost more sensual. Biting her lip she smiled at the feeling, until she realized she was about to lapse into her daydream again... feelings raged within her, her mind yelling at her... Callie, you slut, he's just being nice.. making sure you're not cold.. quit making it something it's not. Still.. she had seen the glint in his eye when she turned around from undressing... maybe he was... Cutting off her thoughts she went on feelings instead.
Mmmmmm, maybe you should consider a new job... 'cuz I"m feeling much better now.
She tilted her head sideways, her lips grazing the top of his hand in a feathery kiss.. her own hand going up to cover his hand then, her fingers stroking against his lightly. Very aware of the sudden butterflies in her stomach, the ones making their way even lower inside her, she smiled up at him.
It feels wonderful.. almost makes me forget..
"Hello? Bonjour? Is there someone else here?"
The sound startled her and she stood straight up, causing Steve's hand to drop from her shoulder, running down her side as it did. She trembled from the sensation even as she was turning to him, not realizing he'd been standing quite so close as she ended up facing him, and actually leaning right against him, her body pressing against his.
Did you hear that?
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The fire warmed the small cavern with little effort. Even the slightly damp logs gathered by Steve and Callie were brought in and dried so they could be used for fuel later in the night. The smoke wafted slowly up and out of the hole in the ceiling of the cavern as the sun sunk below the horizon.
The small group was split around the fire. The stocky Russian and the curvaceous woman sat close, leaning on one another watching the flames. The taller, toned man sat behind the smaller woman and rubbed his hands on her to warm her as their clothes dried nearby.
A new voice rang out and echoed softly on the rock walls. Another survivor? The four sets of eyes were locked onto the small entrance as Steve and Callie rose, followed quickly by Romanov and Mic.
Romanov walked softly and quietly to the small entrance and stood to the side, his back to the wall. He held his finger to his lips and motioned for silence from the group.
They waited.
After what seemed like hours, but in actuality was only minutes, another man crawled through the rocky opening. His finely tailored suit seemed intact, although dirtied slightly from the trek through the forest. Romanov, sensing no threat from the newest intruder, reached down and grasped him by the shoulders and stood him up.
"Welcome stranger," Romanov said, easing the initial shock off of the man's face. "Run into anyone else while you were out?"
Gaetan Duchamps, the shock of being stood up suddenly by such a brute, straightened his jacket and looked around the cavern.
"Unfortunately, no," he said, the slowing French accent contrasting sharply with the sharp Russian spoken earlier. " How rude of me," he said, extending his hand to the Russian. "Gaetan Duchamps."
Introductions and brief tales of the wreck and following abandonment on the island followed. The group, now numbering five, stoked the fire and settled in for the night. Duchamps volunteered to watch the fire for the first ship, the adrenaline of finding fellow survivors still pumping furiously through his veins.
The fire shrank to just a flicker of flame and a bed of coals. Steve and Callie gathered their now dried clothes and moved to one side of the cavern, using a small rock outcropping to shield themselves from the light. Mic stood and ran her hands through the Russian's black hair and walked to the other side of the cavern where a small secondary nook had been discovered.
The soft touch of the woman's hand, and the seductive way she swung her hips as she walked into the darkness drew the large man to his feet. He nodded to Gaetan, then walked into the dark.
He found Mic stretched out on her side with her back to him on a pile of leaves and moss gathered earlier in the day and laid out to dry. He sank to his knees behind her and set his hand on her hip before lying next to her, pulling her curved body against his. Even through the salt, sweat, and jungle smell, he could still detect a hint of perfume. The lilac smell sank into his very soul, drawing himself away from this God forsaken island and into the arms of a beautiful woman.
He could feel himself getting hard, and made no move to prevent Mic from feeling the same. One hand propped his head up as he lay on his side behind her, pressed against her. The other began to softly run the arc between the top of her hip and her ribcage.
He leaned in again and inhaled the intoxicating scent of the lilacs, and allowed his hand to slide around onto her smooth stomach.
The fire warmed the small cavern with little effort. Even the slightly damp logs gathered by Steve and Callie were brought in and dried so they could be used for fuel later in the night. The smoke wafted slowly up and out of the hole in the ceiling of the cavern as the sun sunk below the horizon.
The small group was split around the fire. The stocky Russian and the curvaceous woman sat close, leaning on one another watching the flames. The taller, toned man sat behind the smaller woman and rubbed his hands on her to warm her as their clothes dried nearby.
A new voice rang out and echoed softly on the rock walls. Another survivor? The four sets of eyes were locked onto the small entrance as Steve and Callie rose, followed quickly by Romanov and Mic.
Romanov walked softly and quietly to the small entrance and stood to the side, his back to the wall. He held his finger to his lips and motioned for silence from the group.
They waited.
After what seemed like hours, but in actuality was only minutes, another man crawled through the rocky opening. His finely tailored suit seemed intact, although dirtied slightly from the trek through the forest. Romanov, sensing no threat from the newest intruder, reached down and grasped him by the shoulders and stood him up.
"Welcome stranger," Romanov said, easing the initial shock off of the man's face. "Run into anyone else while you were out?"
Gaetan Duchamps, the shock of being stood up suddenly by such a brute, straightened his jacket and looked around the cavern.
"Unfortunately, no," he said, the slowing French accent contrasting sharply with the sharp Russian spoken earlier. " How rude of me," he said, extending his hand to the Russian. "Gaetan Duchamps."
Introductions and brief tales of the wreck and following abandonment on the island followed. The group, now numbering five, stoked the fire and settled in for the night. Duchamps volunteered to watch the fire for the first ship, the adrenaline of finding fellow survivors still pumping furiously through his veins.
The fire shrank to just a flicker of flame and a bed of coals. Steve and Callie gathered their now dried clothes and moved to one side of the cavern, using a small rock outcropping to shield themselves from the light. Mic stood and ran her hands through the Russian's black hair and walked to the other side of the cavern where a small secondary nook had been discovered.
The soft touch of the woman's hand, and the seductive way she swung her hips as she walked into the darkness drew the large man to his feet. He nodded to Gaetan, then walked into the dark.
He found Mic stretched out on her side with her back to him on a pile of leaves and moss gathered earlier in the day and laid out to dry. He sank to his knees behind her and set his hand on her hip before lying next to her, pulling her curved body against his. Even through the salt, sweat, and jungle smell, he could still detect a hint of perfume. The lilac smell sank into his very soul, drawing himself away from this God forsaken island and into the arms of a beautiful woman.
He could feel himself getting hard, and made no move to prevent Mic from feeling the same. One hand propped his head up as he lay on his side behind her, pressed against her. The other began to softly run the arc between the top of her hip and her ribcage.
He leaned in again and inhaled the intoxicating scent of the lilacs, and allowed his hand to slide around onto her smooth stomach.
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There was something about this place that brought out primal urges. She had moved to a quiet side and turned away from fire to avoid staring at Callie and Steve. She had been lightly running her fingers along her skin. Her entire body was buzzing from something and when Bull moved closer she listened as he finally laid down behind her, close very close. His warm large callused hand felt amazing and somehow he seemed to fit snuggled up behind her. Mikayla's nipples had grown ultra sensitive and tender and she breathed slowly and softly as his fingers traced along her body. She snuggled back a little, not surprised by the erection she felt, it felt natural. She was a little surprised by her reaction to him, but all she could think was they were all alone on this island, feeling close to each other was bound to happen.
She had always been fairly quiet in the bedroom and right now she found herself swallowing a purr. She turned her head exposing her neck, every movement shifted her breasts in her bra her nipples aching as they rubbed against the lacey material. She stifled another moan and shifted her legs.
Things had certainly heated up and she craved more as the rain turned into a soft patter of droplets as the storm finally began to blow over.
There was something about this place that brought out primal urges. She had moved to a quiet side and turned away from fire to avoid staring at Callie and Steve. She had been lightly running her fingers along her skin. Her entire body was buzzing from something and when Bull moved closer she listened as he finally laid down behind her, close very close. His warm large callused hand felt amazing and somehow he seemed to fit snuggled up behind her. Mikayla's nipples had grown ultra sensitive and tender and she breathed slowly and softly as his fingers traced along her body. She snuggled back a little, not surprised by the erection she felt, it felt natural. She was a little surprised by her reaction to him, but all she could think was they were all alone on this island, feeling close to each other was bound to happen.
She had always been fairly quiet in the bedroom and right now she found herself swallowing a purr. She turned her head exposing her neck, every movement shifted her breasts in her bra her nipples aching as they rubbed against the lacey material. She stifled another moan and shifted her legs.
Things had certainly heated up and she craved more as the rain turned into a soft patter of droplets as the storm finally began to blow over.
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Gaetan continued running alongside the volcano until he saw the small tunnel that the light was escaping from. He couldn't hear voices from inside but he decided to take a look inside all the same.
I can't believe what I'm doing to my suit, Gaetan thought as he crawled along the filthy tunnel towards the large opening. As he got close to the other end he felt two hands grab him and pull him through and up to his feet. When he regained composure and his eyes adjusted to the light he could see there were four people in the cave. The large man who had pulled him out, another man in tattered clothes and two barely dressed women. Upon seeing them, Gaetan realized that they had been shipwrecked as well. They were not his ticket home.
"Welcome stranger, run into anyone else while you were out?" The burly man asked him in a russian accent. Perfect, Gaetan thought, I'm to be stranded for eternity with Anglais.
"Unfortunately non," Gaetan said as he inspected what he had done to his jacket. No tears but it was drenched and filthy "But how rude of me. I am Gaetan Duchamps" he said as he held his hand out to the Russian.
Afterwards the five sat by the fire and introductions and tales of the shipwreck were shared. Gaetan noticed that both women were very attractive and that both men had already decided which one they were primarily interested in.
"Well, why don't I watch the fire while the rest of you get some rest. A shipwreck is very, uh, how you say tres fatigue and my clothes are quite wet."
I can't believe what I'm doing to my suit, Gaetan thought as he crawled along the filthy tunnel towards the large opening. As he got close to the other end he felt two hands grab him and pull him through and up to his feet. When he regained composure and his eyes adjusted to the light he could see there were four people in the cave. The large man who had pulled him out, another man in tattered clothes and two barely dressed women. Upon seeing them, Gaetan realized that they had been shipwrecked as well. They were not his ticket home.
"Welcome stranger, run into anyone else while you were out?" The burly man asked him in a russian accent. Perfect, Gaetan thought, I'm to be stranded for eternity with Anglais.
"Unfortunately non," Gaetan said as he inspected what he had done to his jacket. No tears but it was drenched and filthy "But how rude of me. I am Gaetan Duchamps" he said as he held his hand out to the Russian.
Afterwards the five sat by the fire and introductions and tales of the shipwreck were shared. Gaetan noticed that both women were very attractive and that both men had already decided which one they were primarily interested in.
"Well, why don't I watch the fire while the rest of you get some rest. A shipwreck is very, uh, how you say tres fatigue and my clothes are quite wet."
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Romanov
When she leaned her head down and exposed the soft flesh of her neck, Romanov bent and lightly kissed it. She had pressed her body closer to his, and he had not moved, allowing her to feel him through the rough coveralls.
The kiss may have pushed her over the edge. A small moan, only heard for a few feet, lightly left her lips. Romanov moved his lips down to the base of her neck and began to lightly run his tongue along her collarbone.
Mic was shifting slightly, almost squirming. He pressed his hips against her ass, holding her in place with his hand on her stomach. His tongue darted in and out, lightly flecking at the nape of her neck.
A thought crossed into his subconscious, Amy. Why did she have to pop into his head now? They were not even together anymore. She had left him because he had left her in spirit for another mistress: the sea. But the touch, the way this woman felt under his arm and on his fingertips reminded him so much of the woman he had left behind, maybe to never see again. His hands and tongue had stopped, and Mic was breathing shallowly. Romanov laid his head down on her neck and closed his eyes.
Would things ever be the same? Would he, or any of these survivors, ever get off this rock? For several seconds his mind ticked away at the possibilities. There was no way to know how much they had drifted, and the sudden way the ship had gone down likely meant that no distress signal had been called. With no signal to calculate the ship's final position, rescuers would need to comb more than 25,000 square miles of open ocean. And even if they did spot this island, how long would they have been here? Would they even still be alive?
Romanov resigned himself to his fate, his life on this island. He would never again return to his fishing buddies in Hull, and he would certainly never see his family home outside of Perm on the Volga River. He was to live out his life here, with this ragtag group of strangers, on this island that likely did not exist on any map.
He paused for a moment, inhaling once again the lilac scent Mic emanated, and slid his hand quietly up under her shirt.
When she leaned her head down and exposed the soft flesh of her neck, Romanov bent and lightly kissed it. She had pressed her body closer to his, and he had not moved, allowing her to feel him through the rough coveralls.
The kiss may have pushed her over the edge. A small moan, only heard for a few feet, lightly left her lips. Romanov moved his lips down to the base of her neck and began to lightly run his tongue along her collarbone.
Mic was shifting slightly, almost squirming. He pressed his hips against her ass, holding her in place with his hand on her stomach. His tongue darted in and out, lightly flecking at the nape of her neck.
A thought crossed into his subconscious, Amy. Why did she have to pop into his head now? They were not even together anymore. She had left him because he had left her in spirit for another mistress: the sea. But the touch, the way this woman felt under his arm and on his fingertips reminded him so much of the woman he had left behind, maybe to never see again. His hands and tongue had stopped, and Mic was breathing shallowly. Romanov laid his head down on her neck and closed his eyes.
Would things ever be the same? Would he, or any of these survivors, ever get off this rock? For several seconds his mind ticked away at the possibilities. There was no way to know how much they had drifted, and the sudden way the ship had gone down likely meant that no distress signal had been called. With no signal to calculate the ship's final position, rescuers would need to comb more than 25,000 square miles of open ocean. And even if they did spot this island, how long would they have been here? Would they even still be alive?
Romanov resigned himself to his fate, his life on this island. He would never again return to his fishing buddies in Hull, and he would certainly never see his family home outside of Perm on the Volga River. He was to live out his life here, with this ragtag group of strangers, on this island that likely did not exist on any map.
He paused for a moment, inhaling once again the lilac scent Mic emanated, and slid his hand quietly up under her shirt.
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She sensed the slight hesitation and for a moment she wondered what women were in his past. Had he left someone behind at the port. Just because she hadn't had sex in at least a year...heck he was well built he probably had a woman at every port. For some reason it didn't seem to matter too much. It wasn't like she had a ton of choices. There were not more fish in the sea.......it worked both ways though and she pushed the thought from her mind and she turned her head. Her eyes were half closed and she could feel every inch of skin as his hand slide under her scrap of a shirt.
"More," the word was a soft husky whisper that barely carried to his ears but the desire and pleading was clearly evident.
She sensed the slight hesitation and for a moment she wondered what women were in his past. Had he left someone behind at the port. Just because she hadn't had sex in at least a year...heck he was well built he probably had a woman at every port. For some reason it didn't seem to matter too much. It wasn't like she had a ton of choices. There were not more fish in the sea.......it worked both ways though and she pushed the thought from her mind and she turned her head. Her eyes were half closed and she could feel every inch of skin as his hand slide under her scrap of a shirt.
"More," the word was a soft husky whisper that barely carried to his ears but the desire and pleading was clearly evident.
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The huskiness of her voice caught him off guard. He had expected some hesitation, some resistance. He was a man who enjoyed the chase as much as the prize, but this woman was different. The sensual tone of her voice awakened the lust in him. Not love, but pure animalistic lust.
His hand slid further up her shirt until it encountered the soft lace of her bra. He unhooked the center clasp in the front, thinking to himself how fingers nimble from years of tying flies for fishing on the river at home had finally paid off.
With her bra unclasped, he lifted the shirt and bra over her head in a slow, simple motion. Her hands slid above her head to allow the material to slide from her body. He cast the clothing aside, running his hand down along her inner arm. He leaned his head over and began to kiss softly at her collarbone before letting his tongue slide down to her breasts.
Her nipples were already hard and Romanov noticed immediately. Cupping her breast with his calloused hand, he began to let his tongue roam. She arched her back at the touch, letting a low, guttural moan escape her lips.
Romanov knelt before her, removing his hands from her warm skin. He unbuttoned the safety clasp on his coveralls and began to lower the zipper than ran down to just above his crotch. The rough denim fell from his shoulders, revealing the numerous scars on his torso. He hoped she didn't notice, or care about, the souvenirs he received from his time spent on the fishing boats, the beatings he received from the lines, weights, and hooks that could swing freely in a storm.
He remained kneeling before her, silhouetted against the light from the fire. She could see his powerful arms and chest, which were relatively free from hair. There was just a simple patch in the center of his chest and a few wispy hairs on his arms.
He drew her up to him, pressing the naked flesh of their bodies together as he kissed her, allowing his tongue to run deep into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her, and as their bodies heated one another, they lay back onto the makeshift natural bed.
OOC:: On a side note, I probably won't be on again until Monday, but don't worry, I'll be back...
The huskiness of her voice caught him off guard. He had expected some hesitation, some resistance. He was a man who enjoyed the chase as much as the prize, but this woman was different. The sensual tone of her voice awakened the lust in him. Not love, but pure animalistic lust.
His hand slid further up her shirt until it encountered the soft lace of her bra. He unhooked the center clasp in the front, thinking to himself how fingers nimble from years of tying flies for fishing on the river at home had finally paid off.
With her bra unclasped, he lifted the shirt and bra over her head in a slow, simple motion. Her hands slid above her head to allow the material to slide from her body. He cast the clothing aside, running his hand down along her inner arm. He leaned his head over and began to kiss softly at her collarbone before letting his tongue slide down to her breasts.
Her nipples were already hard and Romanov noticed immediately. Cupping her breast with his calloused hand, he began to let his tongue roam. She arched her back at the touch, letting a low, guttural moan escape her lips.
Romanov knelt before her, removing his hands from her warm skin. He unbuttoned the safety clasp on his coveralls and began to lower the zipper than ran down to just above his crotch. The rough denim fell from his shoulders, revealing the numerous scars on his torso. He hoped she didn't notice, or care about, the souvenirs he received from his time spent on the fishing boats, the beatings he received from the lines, weights, and hooks that could swing freely in a storm.
He remained kneeling before her, silhouetted against the light from the fire. She could see his powerful arms and chest, which were relatively free from hair. There was just a simple patch in the center of his chest and a few wispy hairs on his arms.
He drew her up to him, pressing the naked flesh of their bodies together as he kissed her, allowing his tongue to run deep into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her, and as their bodies heated one another, they lay back onto the makeshift natural bed.
OOC:: On a side note, I probably won't be on again until Monday, but don't worry, I'll be back...
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What was she doing? lord she needed this and as he removed her bra and unzipped his garment and loomed over her...it no longer mattered. She stretched slightly, arching her back pressing her body up against him. She pushed aside what would happen if it didn't work out..because it didn't matter all there was was this moment.
Regardless of how badly she wanted it, she relaxed let time stretch out with endless possibility. There was only so much that was possible considering their location but nothing seemed impossible. At least the cruise wasn't a total lose drifted through her mind.
She whispered his name and bit her lip as his mouth was tormenting her nipples.
What was she doing? lord she needed this and as he removed her bra and unzipped his garment and loomed over her...it no longer mattered. She stretched slightly, arching her back pressing her body up against him. She pushed aside what would happen if it didn't work out..because it didn't matter all there was was this moment.
Regardless of how badly she wanted it, she relaxed let time stretch out with endless possibility. There was only so much that was possible considering their location but nothing seemed impossible. At least the cruise wasn't a total lose drifted through her mind.
She whispered his name and bit her lip as his mouth was tormenting her nipples.
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Despite the Frenchman's frustrating interruption of his massage, Steve greeted another survivor cheerfully. It wasn't his fault, after all, and had he not barged in, Steve might have gotten a little too carried away at the touch of Callie's soft skin and did something they both would regret.
After brief greetings and introductions to the new member of their group, Steve crawled into the nook Callie was in and snuggled next to her. His arm hugged around her gentle shoulders and he watched her reaction carefully, afraid he was going too far with the innocent hug. Seeing no opposition, he grew less anxious.
"We'll make it out of this just fine, Callie." Steve said, convinced it was true. "With you near I'm sure of that." His lips formed a happy smile. If only her amazing feminine presence did not act so arousing on things other than his hope.
"I swear I wouldn't hurt you." He said and lightly kissed her forehead, attempting to cure any anxiety she had about spending the night next to him, and determined to keep his word, even though he wasn't sure he could.
Despite the Frenchman's frustrating interruption of his massage, Steve greeted another survivor cheerfully. It wasn't his fault, after all, and had he not barged in, Steve might have gotten a little too carried away at the touch of Callie's soft skin and did something they both would regret.
After brief greetings and introductions to the new member of their group, Steve crawled into the nook Callie was in and snuggled next to her. His arm hugged around her gentle shoulders and he watched her reaction carefully, afraid he was going too far with the innocent hug. Seeing no opposition, he grew less anxious.
"We'll make it out of this just fine, Callie." Steve said, convinced it was true. "With you near I'm sure of that." His lips formed a happy smile. If only her amazing feminine presence did not act so arousing on things other than his hope.
"I swear I wouldn't hurt you." He said and lightly kissed her forehead, attempting to cure any anxiety she had about spending the night next to him, and determined to keep his word, even though he wasn't sure he could.
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They sat around the fire talking for a brief moment with the newest survivor, listening to his story and explaining theirs briefly. She felt a bit self-conscious in so little clothing, but figured it wouldn't be long before her clothes were in ragged shape anyway if they weren't rescued quickly. Stifling a yawn, she was grateful when the newcomer suggested resting, so she stood and stretched, the cave quite warm and cozy now. Her fingers lingering for a moment on Steve's shoulder as she stood behind him for a moment before wandering off to the back end of the cave where there was a small nook that offered a tiny bit of privacy. She folded her clothes carefully and used them as a bit of a pillow as she attempted to get comfortable.
She glanced up in surprise as Steve crawled in next to her, his arm going around her shoulders. She made no attempt to move away, liking the way it felt to have him so near. He seemed to relax a bit after this and kissed her forehead.
I swear I wouldn't hurt you."
She snuggled against him, feeling as warm and safe as she had in a long time, thoughts about the situation flown from her head as she rested against his firm, warm skin. Her arms wrapped around him, her head laying on his chest... her mind hoping he didn't think she was too forward.
I.. I'm glad you're here Steve.. somehow things don't seem so bad now.
She lay there against him, feeling his hands stroke her back lightly, the feeling flowing through her veins as her skin began to tingle. She knew her nipples were hard through the thin lace and she could feel a warmth inside her that had nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with his presence. Her hands began lightly stroking his back as she snuggled even closer, her head tilting back a bit as it rested upon him and without even thinking she leaned up and kissed his neck softly.
She glanced up in surprise as Steve crawled in next to her, his arm going around her shoulders. She made no attempt to move away, liking the way it felt to have him so near. He seemed to relax a bit after this and kissed her forehead.
I swear I wouldn't hurt you."
She snuggled against him, feeling as warm and safe as she had in a long time, thoughts about the situation flown from her head as she rested against his firm, warm skin. Her arms wrapped around him, her head laying on his chest... her mind hoping he didn't think she was too forward.
I.. I'm glad you're here Steve.. somehow things don't seem so bad now.
She lay there against him, feeling his hands stroke her back lightly, the feeling flowing through her veins as her skin began to tingle. She knew her nipples were hard through the thin lace and she could feel a warmth inside her that had nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with his presence. Her hands began lightly stroking his back as she snuggled even closer, her head tilting back a bit as it rested upon him and without even thinking she leaned up and kissed his neck softly.
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It felt so nice and soothing to have this gentle woman snuggle next to him. The contact of his skin with hers so arousing, the intoxicating smell of her hair driving him crazy as her head rested on his shoulder. His hands stroked the soft skin of her back gently, stumbling over the clasp of her bra and wishing he could just open it and throw that skimpy cloth away, wishing he could release his passion and taste her sweet lips.
Steve closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Her presence having a distinct effect on him. His hard member was now impossible to hide, especially with Callie snuggling so tightly into him. It strained Steve's undergarmets, poking her stomach, telling the story of his desire in spite of his best efforts to hide it.
Having to do something, anything at all, to avoid this desire from destroying him, Steve kissed Callie's neck. His hand caressed her side, but stopped shily, just short of her breast. He looked into her eyes, the sea of love splashing in his.
It felt so nice and soothing to have this gentle woman snuggle next to him. The contact of his skin with hers so arousing, the intoxicating smell of her hair driving him crazy as her head rested on his shoulder. His hands stroked the soft skin of her back gently, stumbling over the clasp of her bra and wishing he could just open it and throw that skimpy cloth away, wishing he could release his passion and taste her sweet lips.
Steve closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Her presence having a distinct effect on him. His hard member was now impossible to hide, especially with Callie snuggling so tightly into him. It strained Steve's undergarmets, poking her stomach, telling the story of his desire in spite of his best efforts to hide it.
Having to do something, anything at all, to avoid this desire from destroying him, Steve kissed Callie's neck. His hand caressed her side, but stopped shily, just short of her breast. He looked into her eyes, the sea of love splashing in his.
