Christ, bet you didn't expect me to return did you? Well, I've finally moved and all my boxes full of shit remain unpacked. Not to mention I've been suffering from some serious writers block, which seems to be all the time – but hey, for all you lot that are still reading; here's an update. I hope you are all well and enjoying the summer.

PS. It's my birthday today, so it's a little update for now.

Willingly ignored; the passion, the chemistry and most certainly the kisses. Maybe it's because things were going okay for them as they were, or because they have more important things to worry about than feelings. Either way, they're back to their old routine with the addition of a layer of tension, hindering any comfortable silences.

As much as they avoid feelings in order to keep themselves alive – more emotions and unnecessary touches occur. More time is spent fixing up the shelter together than splitting apart to look for food and they're both getting hungry.

It's beginning to get colder each day; freezing at night. It's been months, and they both know they're reaching a winter of some sort. To top it off, the suitcase they found about two months ago is completely drained of resources – only towels, clothes and containers remain. The loss of the tiniest amount of toiletries is enough for Naomi to crack.

They'd discussed it before as a joke, wondering which one of them would go crazy first. Hell, they'd even place bets in the form of coconuts on it but it'd always be Emily that they would decide on. "As soon as your hair loses that artificial colour, you'll pull it all out or something." The possibility was funny at the time.

Naomi is sitting on the beach, motionless. This has become a regular occurrence for her, staring out at the sea with nothing in her eyes, no admiration and no hope. It never goes unnoticed by Emily, who begins running up to join her.

"Hey, I cut you up some mango," She sounds out of breath, but doesn't try to make it sound like she simply walked up: trivial embarrassments and problems are non-existent by this point.

She doesn't even hand the mango pieces to Naomi; just holds them up to her mouth to make sure she eats. Once the mango is gone, the silence goes from comfortable to torturous.

"Speak to me."

"Nothing to say, Ems."

"Please?"

Naomi turns then, she can never resist giving in to Emily when she sounds like that, when she looks at her like that. Naomi thinks she's well aware of how much smaller she looks when huddled up like this, either way Naomi takes on her protective role, reaching out to wrap her hands around Emily's and shuffles her closer.

After watching the wind carry stray grains of sand around them for a while, Emily looks back up at Naomi for a second before placing a gentle kiss on her neck.

Naomi's eyes begin to water and she stops trying to hold it all back, her face drops for a second before looking down at Emily and presenting a near invisible smile. The redhead catches it though, the way Naomi's eyes crinkle just a touch even if her lips don't move.

"Tell me the story with Cook and the pub,"

The girls are walking side by side through a patch of dense trees, slapping away insects and keeping skin to skin contact at all times, usually by brushing their arms against one other. It's almost an unspoken rule, to know at all times that the other is still by their side – for safety purposes. But mainly because it continues to fuel whatever feelings they have for one other in the most subtle of ways.

Naomi pulls one of her many faces and turns to look at Emily whilst holding a tree branch back for her.

"But I've told you it before, at least twice."

Shrugging, Emily picks a twig off of Naomi's torn shirt whilst whispering a thank you.

"I like to imagine it, plus your face lights up whenever you relive it." Raising her eyebrows, she shoots Naomi an expectant look.

Naomi's face brightens instantly, though she still rolls her eyes; not to cover her smile up (she knows well enough that she can't fool Emily) but because it makes Emily smirk.

So the taller girl begins to imitate Cook, a friend of hers that Emily has come to know quite well simply through the tales Naomi has regaled her with. It makes the both of them laugh, the way Naomi attempts to speak in his accent and channel his body language but more importantly; it makes them feel and imagine home.

The sun begins to set and paint a deep pink across the sky, so the girls become more careful walking back from the waterfall which heedfully means holding onto one other. It's still quite light, but both girls found it a legitimate excuse to quite obviously grope one other without actually admitting to it.

Several leaves to the face later, Naomi puts her hands on her hips and begins stretching elaborately after dropping her container of water by the shelter. But Emily knows better than to look, so she simply brushes by her without glancing in her direction and smirks.

The lack of attention simmers Naomi in an arousing manner, so she bites her lip and digs her feet into the warm sand whilst thinking of ways to wind Emily up tighter than humanely possible.

The seemingly ignorant redhead has gotten used to Naomi's attention seeking behaviour, welcomes it in fact. She knows that if Naomi doesn't have this little game of frustration to play, she'll run out of reasons to get up off the comfort of the beach each day. But Emily can't deny herself the thrill of having her undivided attention sought after either, it's a guilty pleasure. So she glances back at Naomi whilst raising her eyebrow in a dismissive manner and continues to take part in the only activity keeping them relatively sane; driving each other crazy.

One morning when Emily abruptly wakes up far too early for her own good, she recites her favourite poems in her mind; it keeps her going, refreshes her memory of civilization and somehow leads her thoughts onto a devious idea. Looking over at Naomi, she shuffles herself up to make sure that when the blonde opens her eyes, she'll be presented with a marvellous view of her chest – with the help of a few missing buttons on her shirt. So she adjusts herself and grins whilst wiping away grains of sand from her hands and lets herself fall back asleep for the natural and innocent look.

Moments later, Naomi stirs until she squints her eyes open. It doesn't take long for her to grab a fistful of sand and squeeze the grains through her fingers in a desperate attempt to release some frustration.

It's then that Emily's awoken by Naomi's heavy sigh and turns to look at her, smiling cheerfully and completely aware of what she's done. But the blonde simply forces a smile back and grits her teeth whilst constantly fighting the urge to stare at Emily's breasts.

After a short period of silence, Naomi begins playing with a bit of a leaf and starts to get up to go to the beach but a sudden tight hand on her wrist stops her getting any further. Emily yanks on Naomi's arm and has her fall back over her hips, without missing the smile on the blonde's lips.

Leaning in slowly, she whispers in Naomi's ear.

"Where do you think you're going?"