Hallihallo. A small something that hasn't been updated for some time. I hope you like it. Feel free to comment. Or/and find me on twitter. I love feedback.

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Chapter 9

Bo: "Please don't leave me."

Lauren: "Come again?"

Looking up. Locking eyes.

Bo: "I said, please don't leave me."

Lauren: "I did hear right."

Bo: "Yes you did."

Lauren: "Why would you say that?"

Looking down.

Bo: "Because it's true."

Breathed. A whisper.

Lauren: "I am confused."

Bo: "Yes, I know."

Do you know?

Lauren: "So you kissed me."

So, she kissed her.

It felt warmer. Did it get warmer? Like that hot kind of warm? With sweaty palms and reddening skin?

A chuckle. A small smile. The captain looked up again.

Boy her eyes. And it's even hotter. Heart beating fast. Pumping in her chest. Pressing blood in cheeks and foreheads and necks and all those places one would love to hide.

Bo: "Yes I did."

Like a tomato. All red by now.

Lauren: "That was nice."

More than nice.

Bo: "Yes it was."

Lauren: "Peaches."

Now it came to her.

Bo: "What?"

Lauren: "You smell like peaches... never mind."

Bo: "Do I now?"

A small smile. A shy nod.

Lauren: "I'd like to kiss you again."

A wide smile. A shy nod. A slow move.

Smell. Lips. Hands. Warmth.

Drowning. Flowing. Swimming.

Man: "Toronto Police!"

What?

Man 2: "We're not in Toronto, man!"

Man: "Riiight. Toronto Police on vacation."

Man 2: "Are you still high?"

Man: "Shut it. I'm trying to sound imperious."

Man 2: "Try harder. You're lousy!"

Lauren: "The heck..."

Letting go of the island-girl. Letting go of sun creme slash peach scent. Leaving that peppermint taste. That feeling of butterflies all over her body. Under her skin. In her veins. Flying in circles. Around her chest. But now…

…exchanged with anger.

Not again. Déjà vu. Almost the same.

Lauren: "Dyson?"

On deck. The hot sun burning her eyes. And skin. Boy, all the yellow. No sun crème for her today. No sun blocker. How could she forget. Blocker. She could use one now. But not for the sun.

Dyson: "Lauren. God dammit there you are. We were searching for you for hours now."

Man 2: "Yeah lady! Where've you been?"

Lauren: "Where have... seriously, you put me in a boat! Drunk! And left me. What do you think I've been, Hale?"

Hale: "Well, we found the boat. Or what's left. But you... ooouh. So now we're talking. How ya doin'?"

The captain entered the stage. Oh, and what a scene!

Bo: "What's going on here?"

Dyson: "Woah woah, lady. Is that a harpoon? Looks... sharp."

The island-girl and a harpoon. Looking good. Looking very good. Looking sharp. Sharply sexy.

Standing next to the scientist. Holding the weapon in her right and the sea dog's waist in her left. Pressed against her side. Protectively. Possessively?

Lauren: "Bo, these are the two gentlemen who helped me float your way."

True.

Lauren: "Without them I wouldn't be here. Next to you."

Whispered in an eager ear.

Again, that smile. Again, that shy nod. Again, that urge to kiss.

Bo: "Well…"

The spear still pointed out.

Bo: "…okay then."

Dyson: "Yeah, yeah. Don't you think you could point that thing elsewhere now?"

Hale: "Hey. I'm Hale. That's Dyson. We're coming in peace."

A toothy grin. A Spock-like hand.

The tip of the weapon sunk to the ground. The flexed muscle of an upper arm relaxed. The grip on her waist didn't.

Bo: "Okay."

Hale: "Damn she hot, Lauren!"

Hells yeah, she is.

What? She could be proud?!

Dyson: "The heck didn't you call?"

Lauren: "Water plus phone is not the best combination."

Dyson: "You have it in a plastic bag! Always!"

Lauren: "Yeah tell me about it."

Dyson: "And who the hell is this?"

Protective much?

Lauren: "She rescued me!"

Bo: "What you think you're doing?"

Harpoon up again. A naked foot on the captains railing.

Hale: "Uh… coming for a visit?"

Hands in the air. Frozen in place.

Bo: "I didn't invite you."

Hale: "O-kee."

Back next to Dyson. Leaning in to whisper.

Hale: "Your sister always gets the crazy ones."

Dyson: "Coocoo."

Lauren: "You know we can hear you, right?"

Target still aimed at. Silence. A breeze of wind. Sun burning down. Water as still as the men.

Dyson: "O-kay, that was fun. Now get your things and hop on board. We're sailing back to the beach."

Back in action. Waving for her to come. A look to the side. The captain looked away. The weapon sunk. Just as the hand on the waist. Just as the heart in her chest. Back to the beach?

Bo: "Yeah, it's time."

Lauren: "It's time?"

Bo: "Us."

Lauren: "Really?"

Bo: "I guess we should say goodbye."

Dyson: "Yeah, bye-bye."

The island-girl went back to her steering-wheel-thingy.

Lauren: "Thanks Dyson."

Dyson: "What? I said bye!"

Hale: "Oh come on man. Even I saw that."

An angry look. A sigh.

Lauren: "Whatever."

Going after her. After the captain. The blonde felt sad. So, this was goodbye?

The brunette was sitting. Playing with her fingers. Lost in thoughts. Her face was hidden. The blonde walked over. Getting closer. Close. Kneeling down. Hands finding fingers. Holding. Stroking. The barn-girl wouldn't look up. Hair still in her face.

Lauren: "Bo?"

Bo: "You should try to avoid rubber boats for some time."

A sad sound in that voice. A small voice. A silent voice.

Lauren: "Bo, please look at me."

A sigh. A shrug. A face.

Brown eyes in a sea of water. Wet stains on cheeks.

One hand rose. Leaving those nervous fingers. Brushing away some loose brown strands. Cupping one cheek. Caressing the burning flesh.

Eyes were searching. Brown and hazel. No words could suit.

It's time.

Closing eyes. Shutting off the world around. The blonde couldn't think. She always thought. Meaningless thoughts. Now when needed, nothing would come.

A sigh again.

A hand found hers still on the cheek. A thumb stroking along her forefinger. The scientist opened the gates again. Gates that show unspoken words. Gates to her insides. Gates to her soul.

She heard her heart. Heard the drum.

It's time.

Another squeeze of fingers. Another brush of thumbs. The blonde stood up. Stood up and went. Out of the door. Towards the waiting men. She needed it to be over. Needed to get it done.

Dyson: "Finally. Let's get outta here!"

Lauren: "I'm not coming."

Hale+Dyson: "What?"