Nature
He had tripped and fallen directly on top of her. It wasn't pleasant just because they were touching, but because he was on top, in a dominant position. He liked that, quite a lot. Kate did not seem to be horrified, did not seem to embarrassed, but blinked her big, brown eyes at him with slight surprise at the sudden change in position. No, her pinned arms barely moved as she began to tap her right hand against a flat stone, half buried in the dirt.
"Keith," she said patiently. "I'm not a mattress, you know."
"I know," he murmured guiltily.
"Then I have to ask you why, for the fifth time today, you have decided to settle on me. I don't think I look like a mattress. I'm not a rectangle, not really. I'm not made of springs, not last time I checked, though certain parts of me are bouncy like springs." She blew the hair out of her face. "That's why, isn't it? Because of my bouncy parts? Those are my boobs, in case I'm not being blunt enough. I'm talking about my knockers. If you liked them, we could have discussed this. I can be a very good listener."
He flushed. "I don't want to talk about your boobs."
"And what's wrong with them? They're natural. You've got to like them better that way." One thin eyebrow raised, recently threaded at the mall with Rythmi.
"I…how do you know whether or not I…" His face deepened in color, yet he still stayed fast in his position. "Kate, I really don't want to talk about this. It's embarrassing. Can we just say that you're beautiful, you're gorgeous, your eyes shine like rays of sunshine and I promise to not land on you anymore."
"Natural or fake?" she insisted.
"Natural!" he exclaimed. "Most guys do. I mean, we're programmed to like them that way! They look like we've adapted to know they're supposed to look like. So, yes, I like your boobs but that's not the reason I'm always falling on top of you. I've just been tripping a lot lately. When most people fall on top of one another they end up in some passionate embrace. Meanwhile, you're ranting about boobs! Who does that! You're a freak, you know that?"
"You're going to hurt my feelings."
"Shut up. You have no feelings," he argued.
She leaned up and gave him a kiss. "Freak I may be, but natural I always am. I go by my nature. Make up never touches this face, no implants, no plastic. I do only what nature asks me to do. Out very nature commands us to search for adventure, to be Rangers, to save lives and wander off into the deep, dark woods, far off the trail we're supposed to be on. Your nature is what's driving you to tackle me into this ground and have your way with me."
He laughed nervously. "I wouldn't say have my…"
She gave a playful purr, wiggling her arms free and wrapping them around his frame, pulling him close. "Keith, just have your way with me."