Hey there. It took me … let's say 'some time' to update this one. Maybe there isn't even anyone out there reading my stories anymore. I wouldn't be surprised. For that one person that still wants to know how this story goes on. Here you are.
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Chapter 8
And back to hot. No wind. No cloud. No rain. Just hot. Sticky even. Hot, wet air. Hot, wet and totally silent. Just some waves. That yellow plate back up in the sky. All rise and shine. Seriously. As if nothing ever happened.
No thunder. No lightening. No storm.
Lauren: "Yellow! Great!"
Waiting on a bench. Well not exactly a bench. More like a bench. An improved nature-ish bench. Oh for Shania Twain's sake okay: A rock. Sitting on a rock. Not even a pretty one. Or comfy. Anything but comfy actually.
Lauren: "Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special. Oh-oo-oh... great! Now that song's gonna last"
She hated Shania Twain. What kind of name is that anyway? She hated waiting. She hated waiting while singing Shania Twain songs. She hated sitting on that non-bench in the sun waiting and singing Shania Twain songs.
But mostly she hated that she can't do anything about it.
Bo: "You ready?"
Well am I?
Lauren: "Yes."
Meaning no.
Bo: "Okay."
An outstretched hand. A helping hand. A hesitant blonde. A damn song in mind.
Bo: "You coming?"
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts. That soft voice filtrating her ears.
Lauren: "Yes."
Meaning no.
Holding on tight on the still waiting hand. A step, a pull, a damn wet wooden boat. Sliding. Gliding. Faaaaalling.
Bo: "Woah. Careful!"
She prepared herself for the pain. She knew that pain. She happened to fall on a regular basis. Clumsy, they said. Conspiracy, she called it. Anyway. It didn't happen. No fall. No pain. But arms around her and warm breath on her skin.
Face to face. Nose to nose. Holding gazes.
Now we're talking!
A shy smile. A soft chuckle.
Lauren: "Thank you."
Bo: "You're welcome."
Loosing grip.
Bo: "You can let me go now."
Lauren: "Yes."
Like hell meaning no!
Bo: "Then you have to stop holding me."
Lauren: "Yes?"
Bo. "Yeah."
Lauren: "Mhm."
A nodding brunette. A head shaking blonde. An awkward dance.
Bo: "Or you can hug me for a bi-..."
No need to say that twice. Arms embracing a flabbergasted captain. Holding on tight. Her head against a bare shoulder. Sun heated skin touched blushing cheeks. Boy, that Island-Girl smelled like paradise. Coincidence? Guess again.
Lauren: "Gosh you smell great."
Bo: "What?"
Lauren: "What?"
Bo: "I didn't get that."
Lauren: "I didn't say anything."
Bo: "Yeah you did.
Lauren: "No."
Bo: "Yes."
Lauren: "No!"
Bo: "Yes you said, 'Gosh you..."
Letting go. Arms crossed. Stepping back.
Lauren: "Ah, uhm... Gosh youuuu..."
Looking around. Sun. Tree. Rock. Boat.
Lauren: "...youuuur boat is slippery."
Ha! High five to herself. Saved by her awesomeness.
Bo: "O-kay."
The captain moved towards the grinning vet. From ear to ear. And people say she wasn't good at repartee. Take that unbelievers.
The captain stopped. Before walking passed. Shoulder to shoulder. Leaning in to whisper.
Bo: "Nah, that's not what you said. But it's cool. It's my sun creme you smell."
Dammit.
Out of sight. No captain around. "That wasn't what I smelled though."
Small smile. Small hint.
Seconds later. A roar of the engine. A swing of the boat. Back on the ocean. Light wind cooling her face. A heavy sigh escaped her lungs. Turning to look at the captain. Seemed far away herself.
She moved to the seat. Just like before. Sitting. Watching. Checking out what the Island-Girl showed off. Bare feet again. And the small bracelet.
Felt like their first encounter.
Wondering about its story. Looked self made. Nice bracelet. But then there are those legs. Damn toned and no yellow, but black shorts and if she could just lean in a little bit more she could...
Bo: "You know, it's still not polite to stare."
Looking back up into a smiling face, with even smiling eyes and that little dimple on her chin and cheek and that soft right hand on her hips and the other on the steering wheel.
Steering wheel?
Is that even correct. It's a boat not a car and she didn't know shit about cars either but even less about boats and maybe she just needed distraction because one could get lost in those brown orbs staring back at her way to easily.
Lauren: "I don't want to go."
Where did that come from?
Sad voice. Sad stare.
The captain froze. The smile was gone. The eyes on the floor. One bare foot stepping nervously up and down.
Bo: "Don't be silly."
There is that voice again. She had heard it before. Almost a whisper. Like a sad breath.
Lauren: "I really don't."
This time more sure about the words.
Bo: "Of course you do."
Lauren: "Why would that be 'of course'?"
Bo: "Because you're stranded. Because you have people looking for you. Because you don't even wear your own clothes."
Lauren: "I'm not stranded. I'm on vacation. And people are probably still drunk or stoned or totally hungover. When I think about it probably all three at once and I happen to like my new outfit."
The brunette turned away. Fixing her gaze on the water ahead. Hands clutching that wheel-thingy. Lips formed to a thin line. Pressed together tightly.
Lauren: "What's wrong?"
Nothing. Obviously.
Lauren: "Bo?"
Reaching out to touch the left shoulder blade, or arm, or hand or just Bo.
Bo: "Please don't."
Flinching away. Nope. Not this time. Not again. Not on her watch!
Lauren: "No! What's wrong? You want me to leave?"
Nothing. Again.
Lauren: "I don't get this."
Bo: "You don't have to."
Lauren: "I don't get you."
Bo: "Well that's fine."
Lauren: "No it's not."
It's freaking not.
Lauren: "First you saved me..."
Bo: "Should I have let you die of thirst?"
Lauren: "No!"
Bo: "Then drop it."
Yeah, nice try.
Lauren: "No! First you saved me. Then you insulted me and.."
Bo: "I insulted you?"
Lauren: "Yeah!"
Bo: "You were inappropriate right from the start!"
Lauren: "And you made fun out of me first."
Bo: "You were kvetched the second I got you on my boat, let you in my home."
Lauren: "You wouldn't even tell me who you were. How could anyone be supposed to trust some obscured Jane Doe that let them through some woods to some old rotten barn?"
Bo: "I didn't drag you. You could have just gone elsewhere!"
Lauren: "Where to? I'm not even sure if we're still near the Bahamas. You could have smuggled me."
Bo: "Smuggle? You?"
Lauren: "Yes!"
Bo: "Who would even consider smuggling you?"
Ouch. That stung.
Silence. Sitting back down.
Bo: "I'm sorry."
Head down. Arms to her sides. Hands under her thighs.
Bo: "I didn't mean it like that."
Lauren: "No no. I understand. It's fine."
Silence. Just the boat's song. Water and boat. Wind and salt. Seconds grew into minutes. Minutes into more minutes.
Tapping. Bare sink against wooden floor. Unease. A sigh. More tapping. Another sigh. Hazel eyes searching the blue sea.
A sudden yank. Standstill. No sounds. No engine. No tapping. Nothing.
Lauren: "What's wrong?"
The captain stared straight ahead. Frozen. Like a statue. No words. No move.
Lauren: "Bo?"
The blonde got up. Standing next to the wheel. Looking outside. Looking at Bo. Back outside. Nothing. All clear.
The blonde turned again. Facing the brunette. A question on her lips. Opening her mouth.
Lauren: "Wha-"
Bo: "Shut up."
The brunette turned around.
A pair of hands came up. Holding the vet's face.
A pair of eyes. Staring at the blonde.
A pair of lips. Wetted before they met the scientists'.
Soft and slow. Lingering. Waiting.
A second it took. A moment passed by. Synapse needed time. To process. To find out. To make her hands move up and cover the captains'.
And she kissed her back. Light. Testing. Hands move into hair. A sensation of feelings. An explosion of smells.
The kiss grew more urgent. Eager. Lips move. Tongues touch. Moans escape.
The blonde came closer. The brunette stepped nearer. Bodies touched. Chests and arms and thighs. Hands move again. Down to shoulders. Along the spine. Rest on hips and up again. Back to velvet hair. An endless journey. Over and over again.
Time stood still. Just like the boat.
But then it stopped. As sudden as it had begun.
Eyes opened again. Hazel searched chocolate. A question unasked. Afraid to speak up. Afraid to loose contact again.
The brunette looked down.
No no no no no.
Look up again. I'm here. Right here.
Unsaid words. Hopes. Wishes.
And she did. Watery eyes looking back.
A thumb caressed a soft cheek. A hand placed on a heaving ribcage. Soothing strokes up and down the brunette's back.
She lent back in. The captain. Closing her eyes. Forehead on forehead.
She felt a tear. The vet. On her thumb on that soft cheek.
Bo: "I'm sorry."
A whispered voice.
Bo: "I'm not good at that."
A sniff of a nose.
Bo: "I don't know how to say things. Things to a person I care about."
Lauren: "It's okay."
What else to say?
Lauren: "You don't have to say anything."
Maybe a little bit. Lauren was confused. Lauren needed infos. Lauren wanted to be kissed again.
The captain hugged the vet. Her head on the blondes shoulder. This time it wasn't the scientist in need of closeness. She liked that. She liked the feeling. She liked to be needed. She liked that.
Bo: "Please don't leave me."
Uhm, come again?
