Thanks a lot for all the nice reviews! I really appreciate it and I love that this little story is keeping you entertained! Now, this one is a short-short piece that I made for two persons (you know who you are and I guess that yes, I like to spoil you!) that were kind of asking for it.

Enjoy =)

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I'm trembling; the soft breeze sneaking through the crevices of the shelter is carrying some of the piercing cold from outside and settling it here. I struggle to remain still, but the cold has become unbearable and all I can do is tremble under its unmerciful intensity.

Needless to say, I can't sleep.

But the cold is not the only factor that is keeping me awake; that other factor, the one that has prevented my sleep long before the chills started to invade me is the man sleeping behind me… or maybe not the man himself, but the memory of the night we had.

Ok, ok… I'll admit it, it's the man himself.

Its unbelievable how he has taken over my subconscious; every time I close my eyes all I see are those eyes, all I feel is his touch… and even when I have my eyes open I can still feel him… I mean, he is sleeping right behind me, one arm resting against my waist while his chest is pressed against my back.

So this is what it has become to, even in his sleep he is not allowing me time and space to clear my thoughts, to analyze things.

But if I have to be completely honest, I don't really want to go through my extensive overanalyzing process, I can't do too much thinking so early in the morning without a nice dose of caffeine.

So I have tried to sleep it off, but for the longest time I only managed to doze off, to go in and out of a light sleep that has left me even more restless, thoughtful…

And the more I think about it the less I can wrap my mind to it; I simply don't know what got into me, why I let myself be carried away in the moment?

It's not like me to sleep with a man after what? Two days of being with him in this Island? I mean, I willingly gave myself to him, I voiced no protest, I put no fight, I just… gave in.

God, I don't even want to imagine what he must think about me now. I don't even know what to think about myself now…

But then again, is not like I met him yesterday. This is no random guy that appeared out of nowhere and enticed me to sleep with him, this is Chris. I've known him for almost a decade; I work with him… he works for my father and we all work with my husband.

See, not a stranger at all…

I sigh, still trembling and still thinking. If it wasn't for the fact that it's still raining outside and that it must be freezing cold, I would get out of here and take a walk… maybe take a dip in the ocean and organize my thoughts.

But I won't do that; I'll stay here, pressed against him while fresh and very vivid memories of the night we shared run through my head over and over again.

And I don't know… maybe I'm overreacting, it's something I tend to do because most of the time I just think too much. I like to over analyze things, to shred all my thoughts to pieces so I can go over them thoroughly.

But I don't want to do that now… I can't; and after all, this thing between Chris and I can't be as bad as I'm painting it.

I mean, we are both adults very capable of taking responsibility of our own acts, and it's not as if we committed a crime or something; we just acted on the moment. We gave in to our desires.

So this happens all the time, that it doesn't happen often, not to say never, to me doesn't mean is not normal. It's a reaction of being so close to him all the time, the result of being trapped together in this place, in this Island.

And if I come to think about it, since the moment we got into this place there seemed to be something between us… an attraction that blossomed out of this wrecked situation we got ourselves into… we just acted on it.

I'm sure that once the sun is up and the skies are bright things will look different… better.

"You are shaking"

I startle a little when I hear his husky voice coming from behind, but I'm sure he didn't notice with all this damn trembling that is going through me.

The arm that is around my waist pulls me closer to him and I feel his lips on my shoulder, kissing me lightly, almost an imperceptible caress. "I'm cold" I whisper through clenched teeth, not sure what else to say. Is not every day that I'm in a deserted Island, naked and snuggled in his arms.

"Come here" He makes me turn around and with smooth ease he pulls me on top of him, wrapping his arms around me while my head comes to rest into the curve of his neck.

For a while we remain like this, my body molding to his while a comfortable silence dances around us. The truth is that I was expecting a sense of awkwardness to take over me once we were both awake, but there is none of that. Instead I find it quite nice and I just cling to him while he offers me the warmth my body was lacking.

So here, helpless in his embrace, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, absorbing the moment because I don't know how long it will last, for now I'll take solace in him.

The silence between us continues, and if his fingers wouldn't be tracing lazy patterns in my back I would say that he went back to sleep.

But he isn't asleep; he's very much awake, just like me. And just like me I don't think he will go to sleep any time soon.

I lick my lips, my hand moving down to rest against his chest, just laying there, feeling the steady beating of his heart.

It feels weird and yet comforting to have him holding me like this, touching me like this, to feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine as he breathes. It all feels kind of surreal and for a moment I have to remind myself who this is, because never in a hundred years I would imagine this would happen between us.

Sure, I never thought that I was going to be in a plane crash and live to tell it… not to mention the whole deal with the deserted Island! But what can I say; life has many unexpected turns and what can we do but ride along.

As I lay here, so very close to him and going over my thoughts about this development that just surged between us, a cold breeze sweeps around us, sending a small shiver run up my spine.

His fingers stop their light caresses and he is now rubbing his hands through the length of my back. "Better?" He asks while he keeps warming me up, the movements of his hands on me making me rock against him.

"Much better" I admit with a sigh, noticing that my lips are almost brushing against the skin between his neck and his shoulder… I wonder what he would think if I just press my lips there, if I kiss him in that spot.

"See, I told you that the best way to keep warm was cuddling naked"

I smile, shaking my head a little. "You are impossible"

He shifts underneath me, positioning himself in a way so that I can feel his hardness pressing against me. I can say that I feel a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold run through me.

"Of course, there are other methods, but those are reserved for extreme cases, like when severe shaking is involved and you are desperately trying not to freeze your ass off"

"Is that so?" I ask as I feel his hands slowly sliding down my back and to my bottom, settling there and pulling me firmly to him. Once again I just let him do this, feeling how he is just a push away of sliding into me… again.

"Yeah, but I don't recommend it unless it's highly necessary" His hands are still in place, kneading softly and way too intimately, but still, he makes no attempt to go further.

"Because it's dangerous?"

"No" His voice is a slight caress against my shoulder; I can't help but to swallow hard and take a deep breath. "Because it's addictive and then you will want it all the time and well, I'm not a heating machine"

I chuckle, he is indeed impossible. Before all of this happened, back when we were living our regular lives, I used to find all his nonsense annoying. But now that we are here and I have no other company but a million lizards and a wild chasing pig, I kind of find him charming. "Don't worry, is not like I'm that cold anyway"

One of his hands move up my body and to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair while his other hand remains where it was, running along my flesh as he gets familiar with me. With the hand that went to my head he gently forces me to look up and into his eyes.

And as his eyes delve deep into mine, I can already feel the events of last night repeating, it's like a cycle I will be doomed to repeat at his will.

Gone is the playful tone he was using a few minutes ago; now his eyes are dark pools of blue that refuse to leave mine, rendering me speechless. The intensity of his stare is making me feel swollen and ready for the possibilities he is offering through his eyes.

And through it all I just stare back at him, unable to look away. I never thought I could get enticed like this, so easily…

So that's all it takes, before I can do as much as blink he kisses me, and as his lips press into mine he gives that little push that was keeping my body from fusing with his, the push that made us become once again, one flesh.

TBC