Next day he comes to the caves in the morning as he has promised the night before. She greets him with this bright reassuring smile of hers.
"Hi." And he kisses her cheek just like yesterday.
"Hey." She likes this new ritual a lot. She can say by his grin that he likes it either. "So, you promised me a walk."
"Yeah."
He takes her hand in his and they make their way to the beach. It's raining. It has been since early morning. All the other castaways are hiding in their tents both on the beach and in the caves, but not them. They both love this rain. It's not heavy. The water doesn't hit them, but caress.
It's still raining when they reach the sand floor of the beach. It's good to feel sand on their legs. She suddenly stops, but still holds onto his hand. He turns around to see her wet face smiling at him. She makes a motion for them to sit down. So they do. She shifts to a more comfortable position on her back with the elbows supporting her. He leys on his stomach, looking at her. She arches her back to let the rain slide down her throat and on the sand beneath her. All the way she can feel his eyes on her. It's like a sixth sense. They have a strange connection that helps both of them. When one is in trouble the other always knows.
She opens her eyes and looks at him, drops of cool water still sliding down their faces. He feels a rush of emotions with her gaze. At first it scares him, but then he understands that this is something he's not able to resist. The temptation is too high. For both of them. He reaches his hand and gently caresses her cheek. When he sees that she doesn't resist his touch but learns into it, he continues. He scoops closer and in a second their lips are too close. Even more closer, if it's possible. Her blue eyes meet with his green-blue orbs. And now it's truly inevitable. He finally fills the gap between them, brushing his lips to hers softly. She feels butterflies in her stomach, but then it stops. With the new wave of storm and a spark in the dark sky he presses his lips even more to hers and encircles his arms around her waist. Her arms find their way on his neck as he starts sucking on her bottom lip. She can swear she'd lose her mind if he doesn't stop, but he doesn't. Rain pours heavier but they don't seem to notice. His arms rumble around her back when his caresses her lips with his tangue bagging for entrance. And she responds. She opens her mouth for him and next moment he's exploring her mouth passionately. Her hands lose themselves in his hair and she produces a deep moan. She feels as if she's lost something very important when he leaves her lips to leave butterfly kisses all around her neck. Then he hugs her even more tightly, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She feels fresh from the rain and smells vanilla. It's either her hair shampoo or his imagination. She hugs him back, kissing gently on the cheek. They don't think of anything else. This moment is just for the two of them.
Rain stopped about an hour ago. They still lay near the sea wrapped in each other's. His arms are protectively around her shoulders and waist. She presses her head on his chest. Neither of them has ever felt so peaceful and safe. And it's fine that to find each other they had to survive the plane crush and be stranded on this island.
They don't need to say anything. Words are never needed between them. With this incredible bond they just feel. Only feel. And that's the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to each of them.
This time his mind is totally clear. He thinks only of her. Their clothes is wet and it's getting cold on the beach, but it doesn't bother them. He learns down and plants a light kiss on her forehead.
She smiles. Although he can't see it, he smiles as well.
"I love you, Boone." She whispers, placing a hand on his chest.
"I love you too." He answers, pulling that same hand to his lips. And he means it. Every single word.