Carlos sputtered a little and laughed as the wave washed over them, then coughed. "Woops. Sorry. Went a little far out." He wrapped his arms around her and started moving back in slowly.
"Truth is, I'd happily stand here making you squirm while she couldn't do a thing but watch," he murmured, kissing the tops of her breasts as they floated. "But I'm not that exhibitionistic, and having her even watch is a turn-off." He lowered his head and caught one of her nipples between his lips through the fabric of her swimsuit for a second. "Relatively, anyway. With you around, I am not sure how I'm getting out of the water without embarrassing myself...huh. Wait."
He closed his eyes. /Zombies. Zombies zombies zombies z--yeah, that's so much more effective than thinking of dead kittens./
Wry grin. "OK, never mind."
He had made enough mats now to give their shelter proper walls and a floor, and had actually gotten pretty good at it. They could break the mess down to cover the floor and screen the entrance when they moved to the caves, but for now it was even pretty good at shedding rain. And of course, it provided a modicum of privacy.
Only three days, and Carlos was pretty well up to admitting that he was smitten. George would have made a great friend and partner in a lot of things even if they weren't jumping each other's bones at every opportunity. Which they were--and God, what a wonderful luxury in the middle of life-or-death circumstances. She was so...reactive, and curious, and fun, and seemed happy to have him making up for lost time with all her neglected nerve endings. Carlos, for his part, was acutely aware that they might not survive this, and he really liked her, and of course, he really liked sex. The combination had him feeling like going half a day without a taste of her was too long.
Back at the shelter, he dragged out the "futon" he was working on and went back to stuffing it with raffia. It was simply two mats sewn together at the edges, with one end loose and folded over so the plant fibers stuffed inside could be replaced.
"Almost done?" George asked.
"Think it's nearly ready for a test drive, yeah." He winked at her, a gleam of hunger in his black eyes.
[Carlos] Surf Games (tag George, open)
"Truth is, I'd happily stand here making you squirm while she couldn't do a thing but watch," he murmured, kissing the tops of her breasts as they floated. "But I'm not that exhibitionistic, and having her even watch is a turn-off." He lowered his head and caught one of her nipples between his lips through the fabric of her swimsuit for a second. "Relatively, anyway. With you around, I am not sure how I'm getting out of the water without embarrassing myself...huh. Wait."
He closed his eyes. /Zombies. Zombies zombies zombies z--yeah, that's so much more effective than thinking of dead kittens./
Wry grin. "OK, never mind."
He had made enough mats now to give their shelter proper walls and a floor, and had actually gotten pretty good at it. They could break the mess down to cover the floor and screen the entrance when they moved to the caves, but for now it was even pretty good at shedding rain. And of course, it provided a modicum of privacy.
Only three days, and Carlos was pretty well up to admitting that he was smitten. George would have made a great friend and partner in a lot of things even if they weren't jumping each other's bones at every opportunity. Which they were--and God, what a wonderful luxury in the middle of life-or-death circumstances. She was so...reactive, and curious, and fun, and seemed happy to have him making up for lost time with all her neglected nerve endings. Carlos, for his part, was acutely aware that they might not survive this, and he really liked her, and of course, he really liked sex. The combination had him feeling like going half a day without a taste of her was too long.
Back at the shelter, he dragged out the "futon" he was working on and went back to stuffing it with raffia. It was simply two mats sewn together at the edges, with one end loose and folded over so the plant fibers stuffed inside could be replaced.
"Almost done?" George asked.
"Think it's nearly ready for a test drive, yeah." He winked at her, a gleam of hunger in his black eyes.