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crossing_lostrpAmi spent the next two days at the tree-cave. She was never completely alone; when Scott couldn't be there with her, Megabyte or Rose or Kenzaki were. Molly, Tara and Claire sent well wishes, although of the three, only Molly and Tara really knew why Ami was hiding from the camp. In addition, Molly also sent along a parcel of roots and leaves to make soothing teas.
Bathing was easy; the river was about ten minutes walk from the tree-cave, and Scott and Ami went there in the morning and the evening. It occurred to her on the evening of their thirteenth day that this was the longest stretch of time which she and Scott had gone without any sort of sexual contact. Not that Scott complained or pressured her, he was attentive and doting without any sort of sexual expectations, sometimes even hanging on the edge of hovering. Ami was glad of that; though she enjoyed the bathing time and the feeling of his hands on her skin or helping her wash her hair, she was still drained enough and mentally stretched enough that she lacked interest or energy to pursue sexual gratification. Snuggling together at night, feeling Scott mentally and physically was more than enough for her during her voluntary exile and recovery.
To pass the time and occupy her mind, Ami wrote in her neglected journal, not her thoughts and feelings, but using the pages to record more practical things: food sources, fruits and vegetables that she knew to be healthy and edible and how to find and identify them, and trees that she recognized as having different and various uses. She also had a section dedicated to the few Japanese words and phrases she was learning from Kenzaki, and a final section where she roughly sketched out the Dharma facility she and Scott stumbled across accidentally.
There hadn't been time to tell anyone about the facility or even for her to try and locate it again with all that had happened. (Of course, who could we tell? I'm not ready to completely out myself as a teleporter yet, but it seems such a shame to leave it undiscovered and unexplored. Especially if it might offer some sort of shelter.)
Even though it did raise many more questions. Who was Dharma? Why had they built it? What purpose did it serve? Why was it abandoned? Were they behind the island? She jotted all the questions in her journal, more determined than ever to go back to the underground facility as her thoughts whirled.
By the evening of Day 14, Ami was restless and bored. Even her journal didn't occupy her mind for long, and she knew what that meant.
When Scott returned that evening, she made the announcement. "I'm ready to go back to the camp."
Bathing was easy; the river was about ten minutes walk from the tree-cave, and Scott and Ami went there in the morning and the evening. It occurred to her on the evening of their thirteenth day that this was the longest stretch of time which she and Scott had gone without any sort of sexual contact. Not that Scott complained or pressured her, he was attentive and doting without any sort of sexual expectations, sometimes even hanging on the edge of hovering. Ami was glad of that; though she enjoyed the bathing time and the feeling of his hands on her skin or helping her wash her hair, she was still drained enough and mentally stretched enough that she lacked interest or energy to pursue sexual gratification. Snuggling together at night, feeling Scott mentally and physically was more than enough for her during her voluntary exile and recovery.
To pass the time and occupy her mind, Ami wrote in her neglected journal, not her thoughts and feelings, but using the pages to record more practical things: food sources, fruits and vegetables that she knew to be healthy and edible and how to find and identify them, and trees that she recognized as having different and various uses. She also had a section dedicated to the few Japanese words and phrases she was learning from Kenzaki, and a final section where she roughly sketched out the Dharma facility she and Scott stumbled across accidentally.
There hadn't been time to tell anyone about the facility or even for her to try and locate it again with all that had happened. (Of course, who could we tell? I'm not ready to completely out myself as a teleporter yet, but it seems such a shame to leave it undiscovered and unexplored. Especially if it might offer some sort of shelter.)
Even though it did raise many more questions. Who was Dharma? Why had they built it? What purpose did it serve? Why was it abandoned? Were they behind the island? She jotted all the questions in her journal, more determined than ever to go back to the underground facility as her thoughts whirled.
By the evening of Day 14, Ami was restless and bored. Even her journal didn't occupy her mind for long, and she knew what that meant.
When Scott returned that evening, she made the announcement. "I'm ready to go back to the camp."
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[Ami] Siren's Lure (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-05 05:16 pm (UTC)She was giddy with excitement a she reached the stream bank just in time to witness Scott jump in – fully clothed. His antics made Ami laugh, and she opened their link to share her amusement, but she didn’t immediately join him in the water. Instead, she waited for him to surface, telling him teasingly, “That’s an interesting method of washing one’s self.”
“I was kinda hoping that you would help.”
“Were you?” Ami asked facetiously. She toed off her shoes, flashing him a lascivious smile. “Do you mind if I undress first?”
The surge of lust that came from Scott made her summon all of her willpower to avoid simply ripping off her clothes and ferociously jumping him.
/Be my guest./
/Will do,/ Ami winked. Gripping the hem of her tee shirt, she slowly lifted it over her head and tossed it to the side. Ami smirked when she saw – and felt- that she had Scott’s full attention, likely in more ways than one. Never taking her eyes off of him, her entire body humming as his eyes hungrily devoured her, Ami moved onto the shorts. Unsnap, unzip, slowly shimmy them down.
The bra was next, a single finger hooked between each strap to slowly glide them down her shoulders and rams. Then with another playful wink, she reached behind and unhooked it, managing to hide her breasts behind her arm as she dropped it to the ground. Ami wasn’t hiding from Scott – she was teasing him and they both knew it.
She saved her knickers for last. With her back turned, Ami looped her fingers through the elastic waistband and with slow deliberation guided them down, bending at the waist as necessary to step completely out of them. Scott’s need fanned the flames of her rising desire and by the time she turned around and walked to the edge of the river, Ami’s heart was pounding and her entire body vibrated in anticipation.
Almost breathless and nearly panting, she lowered herself into the water and dove under. Scott met her halfway; Ami quite literally slid her way up his body, her hands teasingly and suggestively pausing to grope and stroke the hardness she felt through his wet, clinging shorts. Breaking the surface, Ami wrapped her arms around his neck, “Now, I think you said something about helping you wash up?”
[Scott] Siren's Lure (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-05 05:58 pm (UTC)Somehow they'd wrestled his clothes off, because they lie half in the water, hips rocking in unison. The motion and slick of the water and tingle of skin on skin and everything that was them coalesced into an icy-hot flare that consumed them and gradually faded away.
When Scott's vision returned he found himself lying on top of Ami, both of them panting, trembling, and bleeding. Words still escaped him, so he looked into her dark eyes marveling that they'd found each other. Emotions and sensation coursed back and forth across their link. Through some unconscious agreement they worked together to heal their various abrasions, then lie still, utterly sated and content.
[Ami] Captured (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-06 12:10 am (UTC)The touch and press of Scott's body above hers, his body cradled between the vee of her legs and his head resting between her breasts while the water splashed and lapped around their lower bodies, brought its own wonderful sensations. Sensations that she hadn't realized how badly she missed - the almost tingle of the press of skin wherever it touched, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the tickle of his breath against sensitized skin.
Ami raked her hands through the silken softness of Scott's hair, and grinned when he purred beneath her touch. For the first time she was aware of the tickle of stubble against her chest, and she giggle slightly, twisting a bit, but not moving away. This was too good to move away from.
She hugged Scott as close as she could and their tired bodies would allow, lacking words to express all the love and completion she felt lying with him like this; that she felt being with him at all. Their link could convey all of that and more, so Ami simply allowed it.
At some point she must have drifted into a light sleep, because when she opened her eyes the sun had shifted on the horizon, the sky dappled in muted pinks and lavendars that heralded the coming of sunset. Scott remained a warm weight on top of her, although the mud and grass were not nearly as comfortable without the afterglow of an intense session of lovemaking.
Ami nudged her sleeping mate, /Come on then, it's time to wake up, love./
[Scott] Search and rescue (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-06 02:36 am (UTC)She threw her head back and laughed. "Not sex. At least not just yet. It's getting dark, and I'm famished."
Scott's stomach rumbled on cue. "Me, too." Now fully awake, he folded his hands under his chin and grinned at Ami from between her breasts. "I like this vantage point."
Ami wrapped her legs around him, giggling. "I'm sure you do. Now get up, lazybones!"
Scott pressed his back against her legs pointedly. She released him with a dramatic sigh. He let his hands run along her body as he sat up. "Go fishing. Have sex with me. Make dinner. My life is so hard," he mock-complained.
Laughing, Ami lunged at him, sending them back into the water. "Don't forget 'Bathe me.'"
"Never!" Scott said between kisses. "That's nearly as bad as 'Have sex with me.'"
Hunger kept them from getting carried away. They soon got cleaned up and clambered on to stream bank to get dressed. Ami's clothes were all they found. "The hell?" Scott wondered aloud. He and Ami looked around. His clothes had seemingly vanished.
Ami shrugged, tugging him toward the tree-cave. "We can look for them tomorrow." She frowned when Scott wouldn't budge.
/No. My sphere was in my pocket./ (Crap. Stupid hormones.) Suddenly he remembered that he could sense his sphere now. The thought must have occurred to Ami as well, because she grinned and started getting dressed.
Scott closed his eyes and concentrated. He sensed his sphere a few feet ahead, to the left, and several feet down. /Got it,/ he thought smugly. He summon his sphere to him telekinetically, but only succeeded in moving it a few inches. Scott scowled.
/What's wrong?/
Scott walked to the spot on stream bank nearest where he sensed his sphere. /It's stuck./
/Stuck?/
/I think it's still in my shorts pocket, and they're caught on something./ He waded into the water, hoping it wasn't too murky at the bottom. Amusement rippling over his and Ami's link prompted him to look up. Ami wiped the grin from her face. /It's not funny!/
Now her expression was too serious. /No. Of course not./ She retreated a few steps toward the tree-cave. /I'll start dinner./ Her giggle trailed as she strode away.
Scott loosed a half-exasperated, half-amused sigh, took a deep breath, and dove.
[Ami] Search and rescue (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-07 12:05 am (UTC)So, kicking off her shoes, again, Ami found a fairly clean, rocky spot on which to sit, feet dangling in the water while Scott dove beneath.
/Are you going to be all right with that, or do you need some help?/ Ami asked.
[Scott] Search and rescue (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-07 02:34 am (UTC)/I'm good, but thanks,/ Scott replied, sending her the image of the stream bottom. /If I couldn't sense where my sphere is I'd be screwed./
Although he'd nearly reached his sphere, fighting the stream's current had used a lot of oxygen so Scott swam to the surface. He was surprised to find Ami sitting on the shore dangling her feet in the water. "Hey," he grinned.
"Thought I'd stay a while longer."
"Thanks." Scott sent a pulse of affection along with the words. He took a deep breath and dove again.
Now that he had a better idea of what the bottom looked like Scott swam straight toward his sphere. It was near a few irregularly shaped boulders which rose like shadows from the stream bed. Two pieces of fabric caught on the shadows fluttered in the current. His sphere seemed to be in the further of the two.
Scott tugged the nearer piece of cloth, which he presumed was his T-shirt, free and surfaced. Ami looked at him questioningly. Scott raised the fabric above the surface to confirm that it was his shirt, then tossed it to the stream bank. "One down, one to go." He added with a grin, "I'm so taking my clothes off first next time." Ami laughed as he drew another deep breath and dove.
The second piece of fabric, which felt like his shorts, did not want to come free. It was so twisted on whatever that Scott couldn't pull his sphere out telekinetically. Thoroughly annoyed, he tried to connect with his sphere, hoping that its light would show him what the problem was. After a few false tries he did.
Pale blue light shone weakly through multiple layers of fabric, illuminating a gnarled tree branch. Now that he could see freeing his shorts was easy. As Scott unwound the cloth from wood, the branch shifted slightly. Surprisingly, the shadowy boulder shifted too. Scott pulled back with his shorts and sphere just before the boulder slumped to one side. With only one layer of fabric to penetrate, the sphere's light extended a few feet; far enough to illuminate the bloated face of dark-skinned woman. Dark hair haloed her gaping, sightless stare.
Scott screamed and shot to the surface.
[Ami] Search and Rescue (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-07 02:51 am (UTC)She met him as he broke the surface of the water, gasping and coughing. He looked slightly pale beneath his tan, and Ami had a split second of wondering if jumping into the water wasn't such a good idea after all. Perhaps she should be teleporting them both out of there.
Those thoughts took a back seat to holding onto Scott, trying to soothe him and find out at the same time what the problem was. The fact that he wasn't scrambling out of the river, nor asking her to 'port them, calmed her marginally. However, all of her unease wouldn't be banished until Ami found out what was going on.
/What's wrong? What happened? What's going on?/ She wrapped her arms around him, out of comfort not sensuality. Treading water, she peered down at the murky depths below.
[Scott] Search and Rescue (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-07 03:09 am (UTC)Scott swam to shallower water where he could stand -- *upstream* from the dead woman. Ami followed and grabbed on to him. Scott was more than happy to hold her close. /I was an arm's length from it the whole time. Didn't realize until my sphere's light showed it./ He shuddered from the memory.
[Ami] Search and Rescue (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-07 03:17 am (UTC)She hugged Scott and allowed him to hold onto her while he calmed down. A million questions danced in her head: Another corpse? Was it from their plane? Older like the ones found in the cave? Could there have been another plane crash? How long had it been there. . .(Oh, god, does it still have a soul trapped in there?)
Ami swallowed hard, shuddering at that last thought. Life and death had been so much easier to accept *before* she learned about grim reapers.
It didn't come as a surprise that the first question past her lips, a bit unsteadily asked was, "How long do you think it's been down there?"
[Scott] Search and Rescue (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-07 11:43 am (UTC)She asked aloud, "How long do you think it's been down there?"
Scott tossed his shorts to the stream bank before answering. The last thing he needed was to lose them again. He reluctantly remembered the corpse's face. "Not long. She was bloated, but... intact." Scott shuddered, grateful for Ami's warmth and comfort. He abruptly realized that she was fully clothed. "Copycat," he teased, plucking at her drenched shirt. She giggled and kissed him. The contact was wonderfully reassuring.
Nevertheless, Ami's strange thoughts about souls was nagging at him. "What's this about souls being trapped? I didn't think you're religious."
[Ami] Life, Death and Reaping for the Here After (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-07 07:14 pm (UTC)His question served as a distraction.
"I'm not, not really," Ami said softly. "But I do know, or believe that souls exist, now." She paused, chewing her lip, trying to figure out the best way that she could explain this to Scott that wouldn't totally melt his brain.
/This is about George,/ Ami finally 'told' him. /Remember how I told you that I knew she would be okay, and you asked if it was because of what I said about her being dead?/
/Yeah,/ Scott seemed a bit wary now, but Ami decided to plunge ahead anyway.
"I knew that George would survive Amanda's attack because she already died, Scott. George is ... well, she's not a zombie, but she's undead. She was - she was the girl who was killed by that piece of the space station, and when she died, she became a Grim Reaper.
"She frees souls from bodies. That's why she went to Faith and Mara's plane. To free the souls of the people that were killed when that plane crashed."
There, she'd told him all of it. Now, it was a small matter of waiting to see how he would handle it.
[Scott] Brain breakage (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-07 07:51 pm (UTC)"She frees souls from bodies," Ami concluded. "That's why she went to Faith and Mara's plane. To free the souls of the people that were killed when that plane crashed."
Scott calmly thought through the information Ami presented. She was asking him to believe that Toilet Seat Girl -- which was one of the funniest tragic stories he'd ever heard -- was alive/dead and well, stranded with them on the Mindfuck Island, fated to free souls from dead bodies when she wasn't banging Carlos, Ami's former fling.
He burst out laughing.
Ami glared at him. It wasn't that Scott didn't believe her, but it was just too much. George and Carlos and grim reapers and toilet seats falling from the sky made perfect sense on this supremely nonsensical island. It was enough to make his head spin, which for all he knew was also possible on the goddamned island.
Ami squirming out of his arms toward shore killed Scott's incredulous mirth in short order. "Ami, wait," he pleaded, catching one of her arms with a loose grip. The water here was shallower, only coming up to Ami's waist. Her wet shirt clung to her like a second skin. His hormones reacted predictably, and he had to restrain himself from jumping her again. ('Cause that would really piss her off, not to mention the fact that there's a *dead body* not too far downstream.) He suddenly really wanted to get out of the water. "I wasn't laughing at you. I think my brain just broke a little."
OOC: It had to happen eventually
Date: 2006-06-08 12:44 am (UTC)Re: OOC: It had to happen eventually
Date: 2006-06-08 12:51 am (UTC)Poor George. The "Dead Like Me" writers were so cruel to her.
[Ami] Brain breakage (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-08 01:02 am (UTC)She turned and started to walk away, frustrated. Why was it so bloody difficult for him to be open minded about these things? Yes, they were radical, and they didn't make sense, but unless everyone and everything about this island was the figment of someone's imagination or the product of lunacy, then maybe it was just a wake up call that there was far more to the world than they ever imagined.
Ami found the idea oddly comforting.
"Ami, wait. I wasn't laughing at you. I think my brain just broke a little." There was a note of contrition in Scott's voice as he halted her, his hand loosely encircling her wrist. Of course, the hot surge of pure lust didn't do much to add to his sincerity until she realized he *was* restraining himself and she caught his stray thought. The body part was pretty sobering.
Stubbornly, though, even if the body thing was a bit creepy, Ami stood her ground, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "But you do believe me, then?"
[Scott] Brain breakage (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-06-08 02:14 am (UTC)He peeked at Ami with one eye. She still had her arms folded under her (very nipply) breasts, but was trying to hold back a smile. "You're killin' me here. Can we go back to the tree-cave now?"
[Ami] Retreat (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-06-08 02:19 am (UTC)Then, doing her best to stop from giggling, she stepped around him and made her way up the bank and out of the water. Stopping to gather up her shoes, Ami called back over her shoulder, "I'll meet you back there. I'm dying to get out of these wet clothes."
Puns were the lowest form of humor, but sometimes they were simply too hard to resist.
[Scott] Pun? What pun? (tag Ami [optional])
Date: 2006-06-08 02:31 am (UTC)OOC Giggles
Date: 2006-06-08 02:36 am (UTC)So. Typically. Male.
*snerk*
[Ami] One Track Mind (tag Scott [optional])
Date: 2006-06-08 10:29 am (UTC)"I'm dying to get you out of these wet clothes," Scott murmured the words, the stubble on his cheeks and face tickling her neck.
Both the stubble and the realization that he misinterpreted her words, whether accidentally or intentionally, made Ami giggle. She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation and sent him a pulse of affection. Playfully, she nudged at him, "One track you, mind you. Dinner first, I'm famished. Playtime later."
It, naturally, didn't work out that way at all.
OOC: yipeee
Date: 2006-06-08 07:13 pm (UTC)Re: OOC: yipeee
Date: 2006-06-08 08:45 pm (UTC)