Norvina followed Roman on the third day. Her ankle didn't hurt anymore. She had been lucky in that plane crash. She knew that. Some bruises and cuts on her body but nothing serious. Now she was following him into the jungle while he was carrying his bow and arrows.
"Adventure time," she singsonged lowly. "Where are you taking me this time?"
He stopped and pointed at a tree that seemed to be placed perfectly when one would practice how to shoot. There was a small path with nothing in the way. He walked behind her and placed his arms around her while showing her how to hold the bow and arrow correctly. She almost forgot how to breathe when she felt him up against her like that.
"Roman," she whispered. "This is..."
She had no idea what she was trying to say. She wasn't even sure he felt the same way she did in that moment. He pulled her arm back enough and gently let go so she could fire the arrow on her own. He kept standing close up against her though. It was distracting and comforting at the time time. She let go of the arrow and watched it fly. It didn't hit the tree but it didn't matter to her. She had made that arrow fly through the air and it felt like a win. She couldn't help but giggle at it.
"I did it," she said. "I might not be able to hit anything yet but I made that sucker fly. This is fun."
He stepped away from her and she felt weirdly cold inside. He walked behind the tree and came back with the arrow shortly after. He went to stand behind her again and tried helping her with her aim. The second arrow hit the tree and she jumped up and down in joy.
"I'm that good!" She yelled. "Sorry, sorry. I know this is everyday to you but it's a personal win to me. I've never done anything like this before."
He kept making her fire arrow after arrow to help her get a hang of it. She kept going until her arms got tired. He smiled proudly at her when he accepted the bow back. They walked back to the cottage and he got the fire going.
"Maybe one day you can create a bow for me too," she said.
He furrowed his brows and stared into the flames.
"Okay, clearly that's a no. Sorry for asking," she said. "You know, I don't get you. I don't care that you're mute but you keep giving me mixed signals. If you don't want me to actually use weapons, why teach me how to use them? And I still don't know if you actually want me around or if you're just waiting for Cesaro to come here and find me so you can rid of me."
He snapped his head up so fast. He was not going to give her to a man she didn't want to be with. That was never his intentions. It was one thing that he originally wanted her to face the jungle alone, but he wasn't going to put predators directly in her path just for the fun of it. He wasn't that kind of man.
"I just need something real," she said frustrated. "Just be real with me, Roman. I can't handle not knowing where you stand or what will happen tomorrow. I'm fucking scared. Do you even like me, Roman? Do you want me here?"
He got up to his feet so fast, walked over to her and kissed her. He backed her into the cottage, and they tumbled down on the panther skin. He pushed her dress up to her hips and let his hand run up between her thighs. He slid a finger inside her and she let out the sweetest moan he had ever heard. He worked his finger in and out for a few seconds before adding a second finger that made her moan even louder.
"Please," she squeezed him through his shorts. "I want you, Roman."
He pulled his fingers out of her and instead got out of his shorts quickly. He rolled on top of her and kissed her again. She kept moaning into the kiss while squeezing his hips as he pushed inside her.
"Fuck, yes!" She panted. "That's so good."
He kept working his hips at a good pace. She was pushing up from underneath to meet his thrust. She seemed needy, and he was happy to give her anything she needed in that moment. He kissed down her neck, lightly biting into her skin, licking over the spots, tasting and feeling her, moaning in unison with her while they kept working their bodies together. She tensed up and her nails bit into the skin on his back when she finally exploded around him. Her orgasm triggered his own. He moaned into her ear as he gave her everything he could in those final seconds, and then he held still. For a few seconds they both tried to catch their breaths.
"So not a complete mute," she finally said. "I mean, those moans weren't exactly something you can deny having left your mouth."
He raised his head and smirked. She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek.
"I don't know why you won't speak to me but I guess you're the strong, silent type letting your actions speak for you," she joked.
She raised her head to peck his lips and then let it fall back down.
"Why do you seem so familiar? I feel like I know you from somewhere," she said.
His facial expression changed. He no longer seemed happy. He rolled down next to her and placed his back against her. She rolled over on her side and placed her hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," she said. "I know that we don't know each other. I just feel like I know you from somewhere. Were you famous at one point?"
He let out a low growl, got up and walked out of the cottage.
"No, don't leave," she pleaded.
He didn't look back. He walked out to the fire and sat down to stare into the flames. What had just happened should never have happened, and it would never happen again. He should have stuck to his guts three days ago and left her stuck in her seat by the plane crash.