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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] 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.