[Scott] Skipped Time (Day 8): Hello, world! (tag Ami, Ripley, open)

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This takes place shortly after Ami and George finish their conversation in Playing Catch Up. If anyone feels like having a WTF moment, feel free to jump in. Here's a description of the active co-locator from the outside.

As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. He and Ami couldn't keep their eyes open shortly after sunset, so they'd retired early to their shelter. "Four rounds of sex -- most of them island coffee-fueled -- plus working to stay fed will do that to you," Scott had joked. Ami agreed with a deep, lingering kiss. Despite that and full body contact, they'd been too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. Until they'd rested for a few hours, that is. When Scott awoke panting from a rather imaginative dream involving Ami, figs, and guava nectar, he was delighted to discover that their bodies were again able to keep up with their libidos.

After Ami had finished her social rounds for the morning -- something Scott truly couldn't fathom; making conversation so soon after waking up? Ugh. -- she'd suggested going foraging with Ripley as a pretense to try using the co-locator. Scott and Ripley had agreed, which was how he and Ami were now standing at the edge of the rippling, transluscent energy dome under the same root cave they'd used previously. Every few seconds a soft rustling emanated overhead from Ripley changing position at her sentry post.

Although the hemisphere seemed stable, Scott tossed a pebble inside just to be sure. It landed with a soft thunk on the other side -- presumably from the carpeted floor of his parents' apartment. Reassured, Scott squeezed Ami's hand. "No time like the present," he said. He let go of her hand and stepped into the shared space created by the co-locator.

Sunlight backlit the blinds covering the single window in the small room. (Ironic that I'm in two places at once and don't know where either place is.) He felt Ami's worry through their now-attenuated link. /I'm okay,/ Scott reassured her. /I'm in the same room as last time./ He turned to face the closed door, which was hazy since it was on the other side of the energy dome. "Mom! Dad!" Scott shouted. While he waited for a response he asked Ami, /If they're home, do you still want to meet them? You don't have to. Since the co-locator is still working, there should be other opportunities./

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[Scott] Definitely not teasing (tag Ami)

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Ami was driving Scott to distraction. He wanted every square inch of her touching him, but she wasn't allowing it. Her hold on his wrists was tenuous at best, but that was part of the game.

Since he "couldn't" touch Ami, Scott did the next best thing -- connect with his sphere. The world immediately contracted to just her, him, and their dizzying combined desire. Ami froze in mid-lick, loosing a delighted laugh/moan. Then she resumed nibbling down his side, which was even more enticing now that he felt all of her sensations as well.

After what felt like hours of exquisite, double-sensory torture, Ami straddled Scott, deliberately rubbing her hips against him. They both groaned, then marvled that
the sphere's hum, however unsteady, still filled the inside of the shelter. Ami laughed in her low, libidinous voice, stretching herself over Scott's trembling body. She slid her hands up his arms, lacing her fingers through his. "Can you keep this up if I'm on top?" she whispered an inch from his mouth.

Scott hungrily pressed his lips to hers. /No. No way,/ he managed, moving on to her neck. Before he could get any further Ami sat up straight, surprising him and eliciting another moan.

He started to sit up as well, only to be playfully pushed back down by Ami. She smiled devilishly, admonishing, /Stay still and concentrate./

(Fuck that,) he thought, but then Ami's nimble hands were stroking him and undressing him simultaneously. Gasping and moaning, Scott happily did as he was told, especially when she took him in her mouth. Some small, distant part of his brain clung desperately to his sphere and noticed Ami's intense concentration. That was all but forgotten in the midst of slippery, double-perspective pleasure. The inside of the shelter was a sauna, and someone was screaming with ecstasy, and all of their synapses fired at once with white-hot intensity, followed by delirious haziness.

[Ami] Aftershocks (tag Scott)

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Trembling aftershocks rippled through Ami’s body as she slowly came back to her senses. Her cheek rested on Scott’s stomach, his fingers tangled in her damp hair, the air around them charged with heat and musk and still seeming to spark with sexual energy. A thin film of perspiration covered them both, slowly cooling her as it somehow managed to evaporate in the seeming damp heat of the teepee.

Turning her head ever so slightly, Ami placed a kiss on his wet skin, beside his navel. A wave of pleasure washed through their link and over her, and this time when Scott’s hands reached for her, she crawled up his body to lie on the mat beside him. Ami coaxed him over to her, pulling his head onto her chest, and wrapping her arms around him. Scott trembled and panted in her arms, love, amazement and intense satisfaction filtering through their link.

Ami kissed the top of his head, inhaling the scent of him – sand, surf, sweat and something else that she knew was completely Scott. She giggled softly, hugging him close, indulging in the skin-on-skin contact and the way his hands roamed aimless around her body.

(It’s official. I absolutely, positively can not get enough of this man.) Already the tiny touches of his fingers and palms, gentle caresses not directed towards anything other than tactile contact, were tingling against her sensitized skin and awareness, touching off little sparks inside of her.

Ignoring the tiny flames trying to sputter to life, Ami nuzzled his head, giggling again. /Tell me, was it good for you, love?/

[Scott] Aftershocks (tag Ami)

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Scott floated blissfully in a sea of tactile sensation. It was as if his body had diverted the energy usually reserved for his brain to every other nerve ending. His skin almost-tingled whereever it touched Ami's. The air with thick with both of their scents, sea spray, and the slight sweetness of the thatching. The combination was better than any perfume. The rise and fall of his head on Ami's chest was hypnotic; he was mildly surprised he hadn't drifted off to sleep.

Ami's giggle was a melodious wind chime. /Tell me,/ she thought as she nuzzled his hair, /was it good for you, love?/

"Nnnngh." He'd intended to say "OhmyfuckinggodYES!" but the speech part of his brain was apparently offline. The satiation and adoration flowing across their link would be answer enough. For now he'd bask in the afterglow while canvasing her smooth skin with his hands. Once his brain had rebooted he intended to return the favor.

[Ami] Aftershocks (tag Scott)

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Scott’s inability to coherently answer her question brought forth another laugh from Ami, although she could feel the answer across their link. Bathed in their love and fullness, Ami smiled and closed her eyes. Scott’s hands on her skin created an incredible dichotomy of sensation: somehow, he managed to soothe and relax her and keep her faintly on the awakening edge of arousal at the same time.

The fingers of one of her hands absently found their way into his hair, combing through the drying locks while the other traced swooping circles across his shoulders and back. Scott let out a contented purr, snuggling closer to her and pressing against her hands. She continued her ministrations, loving the softness of his hair between her fingers, the smoothness and heat of the skin beneath her palms.

She could faintly hear the sound of the surf in the distance, the sea air permeating the air of the shelter just a bit. Scott’s breath on her chest and the ongoing caresses lulled her into a state of relaxed bliss, and she allowed herself to happily float and drift there.

/Love you,/ Ami told him, letting herself drift.

[Scott] Payback (tag Ami)

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Scott wasn't certain, but he suspected that they'd both drifted off to sleep. (Ami certainly has,) he noticed from the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. His muscles ached from quaking like a leaf, he supposed. Scott slowly untangled himself from Ami, enjoying the sensation of his skin sliding along hers, then stretched luxuriously. That worked out most of the kinks.

He sat quietly beside Ami for a while, simply watching her sleep. She was still mostly clothed. He wondered if he could undress her without waking her up. Scott rose to the challenge in more ways than one. He remembered to shield himself so his desire wouldn't nudge Ami awake.

A few minutes later Ami was still asleep and her bra was still on. Scott resigned himself to the fact that no combination of touch and telekinesis would remove the tease of satin and lace without either ripping it -- which at this point was tempting -- or waking Ami.

Admitting defeat, Scott set his sights on her shorts. Unzipping and unbuttoning was the easy part. Tugging them over her hips without waking Ami was painstaking. (Ironic that looking but not touching is as much of a turn on as touching,) he mused.

When he'd worked the fabric down to Ami's knees, Scott straddled her legs and dove between her thighs. Keeping his shields in place, he gently licked her, then nuzzled her with his chin, carefully watching for her reaction.

[Ami] Payback (tag Scott)

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Ami floated blissfully in that place between sleep and dreams. In that place she was a part of her surroundings and yet separate from them, aware and yet unaware. Some small back corner of her mind registered the distant sound of the surf and the absence of the almost-tingling sensation of Scott’s skin against hers; still aware of him, sensing him, that absence wasn’t enough to cause her to stir and waken completely. The soft rustle and brush of fabric against her skin and the unexpected touch of open air filtered through, but was pushed aside as extraneous; Scott was nearby, she was safe and sedate and nothing warranted rising from the cottony calm where she currently floated.

A flickering touch, brief and soft, intimately focused and directed, sparked a series of small tremors that rippled from its source and across her body. Ami’s body reacted instinctively, a rough gasp escaping her lips, her hips rising in answer and response. Pleasure centers came online and her awakening body pushed against her mind. When it came again, she responded this time with a moan, another wave of tiny quivers working their way and their will, and she began to claw her way towards wakefulness.

The third time it was as though a pulse of pure pleasure rippled through her body, and pulled so pleasurably from the depths of sleep, she threw her head back, hips rising as a soft whimper that was both a cry of pleasure and a plea for continuance rose from her. Now wholly and completely awake, she focused on everything, taking it all in until her attention narrowed and directed itself on her lover. Scrambling up, she propped herself on her elbows to gaze down at him. The sight was so blatantly erotic that her desire poured forth, spilling over both of them and Ami dropped limply onto her back.

(Oh, good god,) was the only thought she could wrap her mind around.

[Scott] Payback (tag Ami)

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Although Ami's ardor lashed at his shields and seeped around the edges, Scott held them up as best he could. That was the only way he'd be able to finish what he'd started. He slowly brought Ami to the edge, moving with her as she twisted and bucked and moaned. This time his hands were free to go where they pleased, which aroused them even further.

At one point fabric ripped. It took Scott a moment to figure out what had torn, since Ami's bra had come off some time ago. The next time he came up for air he noticed Ami's white-knuckled grip on the blanket. Scott smiled smugly. He loved that they could do this to each other.

"Scott, please..." Ami groaned thickly. He slid his sweat-slicked body up hers, lavishing kisses and nips along the way. When their mouths finally met Ami beat on his shields, protesting, /Why? I can barely feel you./

Scott nipped her ear, then breathed, "Just a little longer." As he tickled the pulse point on Ami's neck he mentally located and connected with his sphere and dropped his shields. They both cried out from the rush of pleasure. Scott's concentration shattered, and it took him a few moments to reconnect with his sphere. Through their shared sensations he felt how Ami ached for completion even more than he did. As she wrapped her legs around him and raked her nails down his back, Scott thrust inside of her. Nirvana exploded through their bodies and minds, leaving blackness in its wake.

[Ami] Payback (tag Scott)

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Ami was convinced that Scott was trying to drive her mad. With maddening skill he used his mouth and hands to carry her to the very edge of reason, but never letting her tumble past it. No matter how much she moved, squirmed and begged, he managed to stay one step ahead of her, his movements and actions paced in such a way to bring her high then take her low, repeating the cycle so much until she strained against him, her body so sensitized that she was surprised she didn’t explode.

The entire time he was shielded, and she could only feel the slightest hints of his desire, which only enflamed her and aroused her further.

When he finally let down his shields, their ardor connecting and melding, and thrust into her, she was already deep in the throes of overwhelming sensation. One touch, one move and for a moment the entire world seem to freeze around her, her entire body teetering on the edge. Something powerful lurked inside of her, growing stronger with every previous touch and kiss and now it shook, raining down through her entire body then rising up again and exploding outwards. She felt the explosion in every nerve cell, every fiber, a wave of completion rocking her body so strongly that she thought she might lose her senses. It went on and on, exploding, cresting, breaking, rising and exploding again until her body began to quake from the sheer intensity of it, breathing became nearly impossible and the line between pleasure and pain blurred.

Ami wanted it to end. Ami wanted it to go on forever.

By the third wave, she was senseless, and oblivion swallowed her.

[Scott] Awakening (tag Ami)

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Consciousness shone down at Scott through an impossible depth of water. The water was warm, but not too warm, and he had plenty of air in his lungs, so he took his time swimming to the surface. He knew that Ami was somewhere in the water as well, but he couldn't see her. Their link told him that she felt as sated and safe as he did, so they'd meet up eventually.

As Scott neared the water's rippling surface he began to feel uneasy. It didn't make any sense. The closer he got the stronger his worry became, so much so that he dove back down. But he was running out of air, so he was forced to face whatever it was. With his lungs burning Scott swam faster, breaking through the surface and gulping down air.

As his racing heart slowed, Scott realized that he'd been dreaming. He sat upright in the night-darkened tepee. Although he couldn't see Ami, he felt her presence and heard her sleep-slowed breaths. (Everything's fine. We're safe. And well-shagged.) His lips curled into a grin at the memory of the mind-blowing foreplay and orgasms. (Weird. My lips feel puffy. It *did* get kind of rough toward the end.)

Reassured, Scott lie down, absently making a mental note to see if anyone had scissors for a haircut. All of this hair on his neck and shoulders was too damn hot for a tropical island.

*blink*

Scott's hand shot up, confirming that loose curls did indeed fall below his shoulders. (What the fuck is the island doing *now*?) he thought, panicked. He bolted upright again, gasping when he *jiggled*. Even more horrifying was the realization that his dick and balls were *gone.* It didn't take long to confirm what his subconscious was trying to tell him earlier. "What the fuck?!" he shouted in a voice an octave too high. "I'm a girl!"

[Ami] Awakening (tag Scott)

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Scott’s horror and panic jerked Ami from a restful post-coital slumber. She shot upright, automatically reaching for him in the darkened teepee. Somehow though her arms felt heavier and moving them was awkward and she ended up whacking him in an effort to get an arm around his waist.

“Ow!” a feminine voice protested.

Ami jerked her arm, her very heavy arm, away. “Blimey, what –“

She stopped in mid-sentence. Her voice was deep. Too deep. And her body didn’t feel right. There was no hair brushing her shoulders, no braid down her back – no breasts when she moved. Her hands instantly shot to her chest, clutching the area where there should have been breasts, but instead only finding muscles and pectorals. As the horrific realization sank in, Ami reached down between her legs and gave a very girly yelp when her hand contacted a very male penis and a set of balls.

“Ohmifuckinggod, I have a willy.”

[Scott] Awakening (tag Ami)

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"And I don't!" Scott yelped with his disturbingly too-high voice. He shuddered -- which caused more jiggling which was also disturbing but kind of nice -- and switched to telepathy. /What the fuck is with this fucking island? We can't even fuck without it fucking with us!/ The absurdity of his words caught up with him, sending him into semi-hysterical giggles. He pulled Ami against him -- with some effort, 'cause she was a lot heavier as a guy -- needing to feel her despite how horribly wrong she felt. And smelled. (Which shouldn't be a surprise considering all of the changes the fucking island would have to make to our bodies--)

*blink*

(*Our* bodies.)

(She smells like me. And I smell like her.)

(Jesus fucking Christ.)

OOC:

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Am LMAO!

Oh man, I'm loving the Freaky Friday thing...

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As am I. Scott and Ami, not so much. *snerk*

[Ami] Panicking (tag Scott)

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Scott's unshielded thoughts reached Ami, and she blinked from where she leaned up against him. It was pleasant, his skin was rather smooth and he was soft in spots -

(And I'm Scott,) Ami registered as his thoughts tapered off. Her eyes went wide. /I'm you! And you're me!/ Somehow the horror wasn't so horrific, despite her surprised reaction. At least she knew Scott's body, nearly as well as she knew her own and that meant that the situation was manageable, right?

(And who hasn't wanted to be the opposite sex for a day?)

(What the bloody hell am I going on about?)

She felt herself panic and she pushed it back. She couldn't panic, not now. No, no way. Not panicking. Not even close to panicking. Scott was here and they would figure this out. She wasn't about to panic.

Yet.

[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)

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Feeling Ami rein in her panic helped Scott do the same for his. Panicking or not, he had no idea what to do. He held on to Ami (himself), pretending that the confusing sensations were the complete psychic overlap that the island coffee had triggered a few days ago.

The pretense wasn't working.

/Okay, worst case scenario, we're stuck like this. Could be worse, right?/ Ami laughed nervously with her newly tenor voice. Scott shuddered, making his (Ami's) breasts jiggle, which was kind of hot. His nipples hardened, and were exquisitely sensitive when they brushed against Ami. Scott gasped. (Not. Now!) He wrenched his thought back to the problem at hand.

/*Something* had to trigger this. We just need to figure out what./ He felt Ami's mental nod. /The last time I remember being in my own body -- and I can't believe I just said that in all seriousness -- was during our last round of sex. I think I passed out. Did you?/

/Yes, finally, thank god!/

/What?/ Scott thought, dismayed. /I thought you were enjoying it./

Ami chuckled, which ironically was less disturbing. /Oh, I was. It's just-- can we discuss this later?/

/Yeah, sure./ Scott wracked his brain to remember what they'd been talking about. His now-long hair fell in his face. He pushed it back, irritated. (Right. Body-switching, for fuck's sake.) /So the switch occurred during orgasm or when were were sleeping afterwards. We've had other weird things happen during sex --" he giggled "-- so it was probably the orgasm."

He and Ami reached the same conclusion simultaneously. /We should shag again?/ Ami thought.

Scott surprised himself by smiling impishly. /Couldn't hurt./ Sobering, he continued, /If that last orgasm triggered this, then maybe another one will switch us back./

/So we're going to switch bodies every time we shag?!/

/Um... I don't know./ He pressed himself against Ami (him), delighted and slightly weirded out by the physical reactions it prompted. /Only one way to find out./

[Ami] A plan (tag Scott)

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Her (Scott's) body rose to the challenge before Ami had quite wrapped her mind around it. Her arousal was sudden and intensive, her (his) erection was both disconcerting and intriguing all at the same time and the response to his (her) body as they pressed together was enough to create a burning desire and elicit a moan. But while the intensity of Scott's kiss showed that he was completely on board, Ami hesitated.

She was used to being lighter, smaller in comparison and she definitely hadn't been in Scott's skin (literally) long enough to be comfortable in his body. Ami didn't know his body's limits or strength, and was afraid of hurting him (her).

/I don't think I can do this,/ Ami confessed, reluctantly breaking the kiss. /I don't want to hurt you./

[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)

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/Doesn't matter,/ he said, nibbling her (his) neck. (This is so freaking weird. Does my enjoying this make me some sort of egomaniacal pervert?) His (Ami's) body's steadily growing arousal helped him push the notion aside. /I'll 'drive,' so to speak. If either of us gets hurt, I'll heal it./

As he pushed Ami down it occurred to him that he probably couldn't use his sphere for healing or anything else. That prompted another shudder, which caused more jiggling which was hot/weird, but hormones didn't care about weird and he really wanted his body back so he jumped on top of Ami, amazed by how light and agile he felt. At first he let his hands roam, but reined them in because Ami felt just plain *wrong* which was having the opposite of the intended effect. Instead he stretched himself over Ami (him). They both gasped from the full body almost-tingle -- the one thing that hadn't changed.

They kissed passionately for a short time. As hormones overtook reason, hands began wandering, and they both surrendered to pleasure, exiling trepidation and unease to distant corners of their minds. When they both were on the brink Scott -- after a few false attempts -- guided Ami inside. They climaxed instantly, overwhelmed by the blissful yet unfamiliar sensations. Bodies entangled, they lie together panting and stunned.

[Ami] A plan (tag Scott)

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Ami noticed that nothing had changed, but in the haziness of (yet another round) of shared bliss, she couldn't make herself care or worry all that much. Calm and sated, she found that she was actually intrigued by the sensations and differences between her own body and Scott's. Ami wouldn't want to stay this way forever - and she hadn't yet roused the energy to get fully upset and panicked over the idea - but it was an interesting experiment and certainly provided new understanding. His (her) body was a pleasantly comfortable weight on her (his) chest, and his (her) hair actually smelled good and felt good as she combed her (his) fingers through it. (And does my hair feel that soft to him? It's such a monumental pain to me.)

She sighed, a muzzy sort of lethargy seeping through. Not only was she sated, but she felt drained and spent, her physical energy down(No wonder blokes go to sleep after sex.) Hugging Scott close, she closed her eyes, just for a minute.

[Scott] Observation (tag Ami)

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(Best failed experiment ever,) Scott thought giddily, giggling. Too deliriously happy to worry about their predicament, he turned his attention to all of the new sensations he was experiencing. Ami ran her (his) fingers through his (her) long hair. Her fingertips left trails of pleasure on his scalp. He'd know that she loved having her hair played with, but not quite how much.

/No wonder blokes go to sleep after sex./ The thought, which hadn't been directed at him, made Scott realize his lack of awareness of both of their bodies. Normally he had a background awareness of his own body which he could bring into sharp focus on a whim. That awareness was now dulled and blurred. When he touched someone else he normally had a similar, vague awareness of the other person -- less vague for Ami due to their link. Now, however, his awareness Ami's (his) body was utterly absent. Had he not been so sated and relaxed he'd have been upset. At the moment it was more of a disappointing curiosity.

With a contented sigh Ami wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him completely. Safety and security covered him like a blanket. Scott sighed as well, snuggling closer. He wasn't sleepy, so he wiggled and shifted occasionally, delighting in the differentness of Ami's body and the solidness of his beneath him. Gradually his eyelids grew heavy and closed completely.

[Scott] Awake again (tag Ami)

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"Vincent, no! Get back here!"

Walt's shout startled Scott awake. He rolled off of Ami, instinctively calling his sphere to his hand as his brain tried to figure out what was happening. The yellow lab's panting and multiple sand-soft footsteps sounded just outside of the shelter. Scott empathically sent a strong "go away" vibe, primarily to the dog. "I know, I know," Walt said teasingly from the outside of the thatched walls. "You're with your *girlfriend*." He snickered, then said "C'mon, Vincent." The footsteps departed.

Scott flopped back on to the woven mats, wincing from the scratches on his back. /What happened?/ Ami asked sleepily.

Scott chuckled. /Oh, nothing much. Walt and Vincent nearly walked in on us buck naked and in each other's... bodies...?/ He bolted upright, gaping at *his* arms and legs in the small amount of light that penetrated the tepee's thatching. "It worked!" he shouted.

[Ami] Awake again (tag Scott)

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Ami was trying to cling to sleep, already drifting again at Scott's answer, when he suddenly shouted, "It worked!"

Yanked completely awake, Ami sat up and blinked at him, fully prepared to ask what worked when she noticed that she was bouncey again, and felt hair brushing her shoulders. "We've our bodies back!"

She stretched her arms in front of her, looking at the chocolate skin with glee. Then just to be certain she reached down and cupped and lifted her breasts, "I'm a girl again!"

[Scott] Sleeping beauty? (tag Ami)

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Scott laughed from Ami's reaction and his own delight at being back in his own skin. "I'm a girl again!" Ami proclaimed, pushing her breasts up in a very flattering manner.

"You certainly are," he growled, tackling her and rolling them both on the mat. They kissed and touched, of course, but didn't progress any further. "I don't care what this stupid island throws at us," he told her. "I love you. And lust you. In equal parts, I think."

Ami smiled with her heart in her eyes. "I love and lust you, too."

Scott kissed her, then turned his head away from Ami. "You hear that, island? Fuck you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Ami threw her head back and laughed.

They lie there for a while, content in each other's arms, until thirst and hunger prodded them to join the rest of the world. They were locating their hastily removed clothes from the morning when Scott stopped short. "What time is it?" he asked abruptly.

Ami responded, bemused, "Does it really matter here?"

Scott grinned at her, absently laying one hand on her thigh. "Not really. But it's light out. When we woke up before it was dark. 'Can't see your hand in front of your face' dark."

Ami's brow furrowed as she followed his train of thought. "And before that it was the morning. Strewth! Did we sleep for the rest of the day?"

Scott shrugged, grimacing a little from his scratched-up back. "It sure looks that way," he replied. Then he crawled over to his carry-on bag. "My watch is in here somewhere," he explained as he unzipped the front pocket. "It has the date on it."

[Ami] Sleeping beauty? (tag Scott)

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"I suppose that sleeping for the whole day is possible," Ami mused aloud, wriggling into her underwear. "I mean, I've done that before. I was ailing, naturally, and feverish to boot, but it has happened. I've never done it after sex, but then again, I've never been shagged into unconsciousness, either."

(Or had such intensive multiple orgasms that my stomach actually hurt.)

She reached out to Scott and touched the unbroken skin just above her scratch marks, "Aren't you going to heal that?"

[Scott] Sleeping beauty? (tag Ami)

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Scott was chuckling from Ami's "shagged into unconsciousness" remark when her thought brought him up short. "You had more than one?" The look Ami gave him was the equivalent of "Duh." "I mean, I know you can -- and do -- but I had one huge, ginormous one and was out. And your stomach hurt? Are you okay?" He felt strangely guilty and proud of that.

Ami laughed softly and squeezed his hand. "I'm fine. Exceptionally well-shagged." As he resumed the search for his watch Ami touched his back near the top of the scratches. "Aren't you going to heal that?"

Scott grinned at her over his shoulder. "Nope."

Ami frowned, puzzled. "Why not?"

"They're 'badges of conquest,'" he replied in a close approximation of Kevin's accent.

[Ami] The Verdict (tag Scott)

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Ami tried to level a mock-scowl at him, but it failed miserably as a smile broke out across her face and she giggled. She siddled up to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, being careful not to hug him too tightly. He winced a bit from the contact, but didn't shy away. "Yes, but who conquered whom?"

Scott chuckled, "I think it was a draw."

Ami laughed and kissed his shoulder. "Then I can't wait for the tie breaker." She watched as he produced his watch and checked the time, "What's the verdict? Did we manage to sleep the day away?"