"I love him," she told Richard and Blonde soldier.
The shock on his face told everyone, especially Charlotte, that he wasn't expecting to hear these words. Whatever the case, saying so made the soldier camp trust them enough to get out and search for Sawyer, Locke, and Juliet.
"Did-did you really mean what you said earlier?" asked Dan later that evening, while they were residing in their own little army-green tent.
"Well, I wouldn't make that up, Dan."
"You didn't just say that to, uh, keep us from getting shot or something?"
She rolled her eyes; sometimes he could be so thick headed! For someone who knew so much, understood so little of what people are feeling rather than thinking. Figuring that explaining to him how she felt and why would be pointless, she went over and kissed him. She pulled him close to her and willed him not to ask her why or how would this work. Maybe this time he would just trust her.
Charlotte was almost surprised when she was the first one to pull away. When she moved her head back, she felt him quickly grasp her hips and pull her back to him.
"Don't go," he pleaded.
"I wasn't going to. Just needed a breath or two."
As soon as she had her breathing under control, they resumed kissing each other, and Charlotte started back them up onto one of the small mattresses in the tent. She didn't mind being the leader. This sort of thing was out of Daniel's realm of expertise anyway. He surprised her when he began unbuttoning her plain white shirt, slowly and deliberately, almost as if he expected that f he went too far, she would get up and walk away.
"It's alright Dan," she soothed and she felt his sigh of relief against her neck.
Once her shirt was gone, she figured it was her turn. His shirt was also a button-down, but blue and made of soft cotton. It was strange to feel something soft after the harshness of the jungle. After she did this, Dan seemed to gain a bit more confidence when he quickly unbuttoned her pants, but hesitated at going any further. Charlotte would have been frustrated if she hadn't thought it was sweet of him to wait as if to ask for permission to continue. She knew that most guys wouldn't think twice about taking off her jeans and having is way with her before she even knew what was happening.
He nodded his head and slid them off her slender legs. When they were gone, he couldn't help but take in the sight of her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled by way of thanks. Then she leaned up on her elbows and beckoned him to lie of her and move this to the next step. The thought of actually being able to be intimate with Charlotte made all other thought leave his head. He carefully laid down on her and she could tell by the hardness she felt against her belly that he wanted this just as badly.
"Charlotte, I-I don't have any protecti--," he started to say, knowing how this was going to work.
He was stopped by the redhead's lips again and by the tugging he felt at his own pants. He was smart enough to guess that she just didn't care. They divulged themselves of their underclothes and then Dan lost all inhibition and entered Charlotte in a quick thrust.
"Daniel!" she cried out, using his full name this time.
The only thing he could manage to say was her name over and over again, every time he buried himself into her, her name was on his lips. Charlotte! or an Oh, Charlotte! filled her ears and only succeed in spurring her on, pushing her hips up to meet his.
It wasn't long before neither of them could hold out any longer and before he could pull out, he was spilling himself into her. She panted and held onto him as he rode it out, and he held her when she came a few minutes after.
Even though they were both spent, neither of them wanted to move...so they didn't. Charlotte reached down and grabbed one of the rough blankest Richard had left them and pulled it up to cover their bodies. They didn't know how long they stayed like that, but they guessed it had been a while because Miles came back to tell them some good news.
"Hey, Locke said he talked to Richard and – whoa, ok, really did not need to see that," said Miles, covering his eyes.
"I'm like, gonna go back by them and uh, let them know you'll be coming to dinner late," he called over his shoulder.
I knew that when they went missing together that I wouldn't want to be the one to find them, thought Miles as he walked back to the mess hall.
He would have that picture of them burned into his skull for a long time.