A/N: The support this story has been receiving from everyone is better than I imagined it would be, so thanks to everyone who's reading and reviewing. I'm going to have to WARN people though; this chapter will be an M-rated chapter. Read at your own discretion, and please don't be mad at me because I'm warning everyone right now. If you like this sort of fluff, then dig in. The M stuff starts shortly after the only break.
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The sound of crashing waves against the shore caused Sparrow to open her eyes and remember where she was and what she was doing. At first her memory was fuzzy, and then everything came back to her and she smiled at her thoughts. The warmth around her waist shifted and she turned her head to see Reaver waking up as well. She rolled onto her back, the movement causing Reaver to mumble groggily at being awoken. She gently caressed his cheek, and then his grey eyes flickered open, blinking slowly in the sunlight.
"Sleep well?" Sparrow asked quietly.
"Best sleep of my life." Reaver replied.
"Best sleep of your life so far." Sparrow corrected, starting to sit up.
Reaver grumbled and she felt his arm press against her waist to keep her down. Smiling despite herself, she lifted it and stood up, shaking the sand out of her hair and brushing it off her clothes. A little less enthusiastically, Reaver got to his feet as well.
Sparrow started towards the fire, or what was left of it, and felt Reaver grasp her arm.
"Come back here." He said deeply.
He pulled her in, smiling as she willingly let herself take the few steps back to him. Without warning, he kissed her with a fire no man should be able to possess after just waking up. Sparrow returned the kiss and then moved away.
"Come on, Reaver, you can't just kiss me all day." Sparrow insisted.
"Oh yes I can." Reaver retorted.
"But we have to keep going, find food…" Sparrow trailed off.
"I say we're deserted enough. We haven't seen anyone in a couple days, and as for food, just wait and something or another will show up to get a drink. Now get back over here." He gripped her more firmly and pulled her back in, grinning the whole time.
Sparrow smirked at him. "Tired of walking?"
"I'm a bit too distracted to think about traveling any longer…" Reaver replied, leaning into her longingly.
Sparrow sighed. "And what would happen to you if I simply refused your kisses?"
Reaver grinned. "You can't resist, dear."
As if to prove his point, he pressed his lips upon hers again, and Sparrow found herself returning the kiss with more passion than she could control. Reaver pulled his head away, smirking. Sparrow glowered at him, her eyes twinkling.
"If I really wanted to, I could resist." She declared.
Reaver smiled hopelessly at her. "Stubborn woman."
Sparrow felt her stomach grumble. "I really do need some food."
Reaver sighed and let his arms drop to his sides. "You just wait right here, and I will find you something."
A moment later he was striding purposefully across the shore, and heading into the forest. Sparrow tried to clear her mind, but she felt like she was in such a daze with all her raw emotions. She'd never experienced the feelings stirring within her before. Reaver was the least likely person she would have guessed she'd ever feel attraction towards. And yet, here she was wishing he were still holding her. Absently, she headed towards the burned pile of wood and examined it.
She walked into the forest and gathered up a new load of sticks and twigs to throw onto the pile. When she figured she'd gathered enough she reappeared at the campsite and dumped her armload upon the smoldering stack. Focusing slightly, she released some flames to get the fire going again. The smoldering embers burst into life and began consuming the new fuel she'd provided. Sparrow retrieved two long pointed sticks to serve as skewers and set them down a safe distance from the fire. Sighing contently, she unsheathed her sword and sat down to polish it.
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Reaver stepped quietly over a large fallen branch, his eyes locked on his prey. The small deer hadn't heard him coming, and was grazing unaware just ahead of him. Without warning, Sparrow's image flashed across his vision, and he had to stop and clear his thoughts. He waited before he'd collected himself again and then held his pistol out in front of him, aiming at the deer's skull. He silently adjusted his aim for wind and distance, and then pulled the trigger. An ear splitting crack followed instantly.
Reaver waited for the small cloud of smoke to dissolve and then scanned the result. He hadn't missed his target. Victoriously holstering his pistol, he walked towards the lifeless body and knelt. A clean impact had served to kill the deer instantaneously and without any pain. Reaver nodded to himself, approving of his work. He hoisted the deer upwards and laid the corpse on his shoulders to bear the weight, and then, with a grin that he couldn't conceal, headed back to where he knew Sparrow was waiting.
The smell of fresh smoke let him know he was close just before he broke through the trees onto the shore. Sparrow was just sheathing her sword as he came up behind her. He let the deer fall to the ground in front of the fire and pulled out his dagger, ready to get to work.
The two skinned the deer, cut it into strips, and then buried the excess venison nearby to keep it from spoiling. They used the skewers to impale the strips of venison and then laid them over the flames to cook. When all the dirty work was finished, they went to the water and washed their hands clean of the blood and skin. By the time the meal was finally cooked and prepared, they'd spent the better half of the day.
The venison tasted satisfying and healthy to Sparrow, so she decided all the hard work was well worth it. She hadn't eaten a proper meal since leaving the Tower, and so she ate her fair share of the pile of strips they'd roasted. Reaver consumed more, though, and they ended up devouring the entire stash of the cooked venison. Satiated at last, Sparrow lay on her back and enjoyed the feeling.
She was dozing peacefully when something blocked the sunlight over her eyelids. She opened her eyes and looked into Reaver's as he hovered over her, one arm on each side of her, but his body propped up beside hers. He smiled down at her, and stroked her cheek with his fingers from one hand. Whenever his touch neared her eyes, she would blink slowly in response, and he would smile again. She raised her own hand to cup his face in her palm, feeling the grizzly unshaved hairs he was sporting. Mesmerizing to her fingers.
Reaver's fingers traced along the smooth skin of her face, transfixed by the texture and warmth of it. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. The scent of her hair wafted up to his nostrils, capturing his thoughts completely as she gazed up at him. The coolness of her hand against his face soothed him in every way possible. There could be nothing better than this. Except…He smiled to himself, and experimentally let his fingers trace across Sparrow's pale lips. They parted slightly in response and he bent over lower. When she opened her eyes again he could see the raw carnal desire, and he took it as a sign to continue.
He kissed her deeply, savoring the sensation of her lips moving with his, and longing for more. Sparrow's hands moved down to his chest, feeling the leather that separated his flesh from her. With an expertise she wasn't sure where she'd inherited from, she undid the large buckle going across his upper body that held on his half cape. It slid off of him with a dull thud against the sand, encouragingly. The rest was easy. She undid the small buttons that held on the leather one by one until it flapped loosely, revealing his chest to her at last. Her hands explored his skin thoroughly, never before having touched him. His muscles were toned and in top condition. Breaking away from the kiss, Reaver smiled at her progress. He shrugged his shoulders out of the leather and tossed it away carelessly as her hands reached around to caress his back, appreciating the muscles there as well. My turn. Reaver thought dangerously as he let his hands slip downwards from her face. He felt her tense up immediately.
"Relax…" he murmured, lowering his lips to her ear.
Sparrow loosened up slightly, but he knew she was nervous. His hands slowly pulled at the rim of her shirt, practiced in the art, and he lifted it up and over her head. Before he gazed downward his eyes locked with Sparrow's, and he smiled encouragingly. He let his eyes drop to her nude upper chest and took in her breasts hungrily.
"Look what you've been hiding from me all this time…" He breathed.
Sparrow lifted her head and pulled his towards her with her hand resting on the back of his neck to kiss him again. Reaver's hands greedily explored her, absorbing every patch of her skin he could. He felt her hands all over him, driving him wild every time she touched her fingertips to his skin. He decided she must have magic fingers. Her hands eventually slipped lower, and he felt his belt being tugged at. Feisty little minx…He let one of his hands slip down and grasp hers, stopping it in the middle of tugging his belt loose.
"Reaver…" Sparrow pleaded quietly.
He grinned. "I'm first this time."
He released her hand and when she didn't continue in her attempt, he lowered his hand to the edge of her pants. With one hand still taking in her breasts, he carefully undid the button and pulled the zipper down. He tugged gently at her pants, and she arched her back to help. Successfully removing her pants, he threw them in the same direction his leather shirt had been tossed. He ran his hand up her leg and to her thigh, extracting a small moan from her. His eyes glanced up at her face and saw the look of pleasure, her eyes closed and her lips open as the sound came to an end. Music to my ears…
He removed her undergarments in the same manner as her pants and then she was completely unclothed beneath him. Raising his head to take in the sight completely, he tried to make a mental memory of her perfectly sculpted body. He didn't have long before he felt Sparrow's relentless hands back at his belt. He didn't try to stop her this time; she'd waited patiently for her turn. She pulled his belt free from his leather chaps, and threw it aside. We're going to have a fun time trying to find all our clothes. Reaver thought as Sparrow undid his chaps and pulled them down. He finished for her, pulling the chaps off each of his legs in turn and then turning his head to see his leather shirt, tossed his chaps towards them.
They were both nude when he turned his eyes back on her own. He slowly lifted his body off of the sand and positioned himself over her. Her legs parted and he gave her one more assuring gaze.
"You've done this before?" He asked throatily.
"It's been a while…" Sparrow replied, remembering that she hadn't had any male contact for over ten years from being in the Spire. The commandant had approached her once, out of curiosity, and she'd slapped his face so hard that he had a red bruise to sport afterwards. She'd been punished mercilessly for her deed, but she'd accepted it gratefully.
Reaver nodded, his eyes glittering with anticipation. With one slow, deliberate motion, he submerged himself within her and then stopped. He looked up, studying her contorted face intensely. She'd thrown her head back and her lips had parted wide, her eyes squinted tight. He could only imagine the pain that women had to go through for their pleasure to follow. He let his hand stroke her chest bone, trying to soothe her as she adjusted. Within a few moments her face's muscles had relaxed a little, and she brought her head back up. She laid her hand over Reaver's. Feeling like he'd waited long enough, he began the cycle of thrusting softly. With each thrust, he kept his eyes locked on her face, waiting for her pained expression to change. She gradually looked more and more comfortable, and he thrust harder as she did. Sparrow began to arch her back to meet his every move, intensifying the feeling. She moaned, driving him to his limits. He reached the point where he lost control of himself, thrusting with all his might with a primal instinct urging him on. Thankfully, Sparrow seemed to be enjoying his burst of energy as much as he. He felt her hands on his back, pulling him closer. With a final mighty thrust, he felt Sparrow tighten up and he released, both coming to the apex of their pleasure. Reaver growled a rumbling moan and Sparrow threw her head back, letting her own moan sound with his. Finally, Reaver collapsed beside her, panting in a most satisfied fashion. Beside him he saw Sparrow's head still thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy having taken over her features. Her toes curled, and her body writhed momentarily. He drank in the sight as her orgasm slowly passed.
Her body sank into the sand, worn out, and she finally relaxed. Her eyes came open as she panted to catch her breath, and then turned to face Reaver.
"What a treasure you've proven to be." He whispered to her.
Smiling, she rolled over towards him and rested her arm across his chest. They lay in the sand, basking in the afterglow as the diminishing sunlight warmed them.
