Three days had passed since Sawyer and Shannon's encounter. Whilst Sawyer had been lurking around the jungle, waiting for any appearance or mention of her, Shannon had been hiding in her shelter, Boone bringing her water and stopping people from entering. Sawyer finally figured it out - but he knew of a way to get Boone away from her. He'd told him where to find some male moisturiser! Damn it, that pretty boy was so fucking vain...
It was late evening, and everyone was just returning to their shelters. Sawyer pulled back the drape, and stepped right into her shelter uninvited. The shelter was lit by tea candles, smelling of rose, their little flames burning brightly. Right on the middle of the sand-covered ground was a pink pashmina shawl, upon which was Shannon was sat, painting her toenails a pretty ballet pink. On the left of her were two big suitcases, and a couple of bags. Sawyer was sure that one of these bags was probably Boone's. On Shannon's right was a makeshift bed - a couple of big plane seats forming a single bed matress, with a couple of blankets acting as a duvet. Now was the first time Sawyer had seen Shannon with her gorgeous soft blonde hair pulled back - a couple of loose strands trickling down past her eyes. She was wearing a pair of light blue, denim hotpats with frayed ends, and a plain pink vest top. Sawyer couldn't help but notice how cute she looked curled up with one of her long, tanned legs hugged close to her chest.
"Boone, I told you, I am not going into the forest with you just because you've got some stup..."
She trailed off, her expression falling and her pale pink lips opening when she saw that Sawyer was there, and not Boone.
"You been avoidin' me, Sticks?" Sawyer drawled.
He got down on all fours, his eyeline directly level with hers, and he was smirking dangerously. Shannon breathed heavily, running her tounge over her top teeth. She didn't respond, only threw her nail polish bottle away and looked down at the ground.
"I don't know why you would..." he continued, crawling closer to her, "After the way you fucked me back..."
"Sawyer..." Shannon croaked, sounding almost sad.
Sawyer blinked, looking at her hurt face. This was very un-Shannon behaviour - he'd expected to get a slap in the face, or at least a couple of scathing insults. It didn't stop him from being a pervert, though.
"God, I love the way you say my name - especially when you've got those long legs spread /wide/..." he laughed.
Shannon choked.
"Sawyer, for gods sake, stop it, you... raped me!" She knew she was lying.
Sawyer released a short bark of laughter.
"I don't think so, Shannon, you took off your own top. You pushed up against me. You groaned and told me to go faster. You - "
"Okay, fine, you didn't fucking rape me!" she yelled, looking straight at him angrily, "But I don't... don't... I don't want it to /ever/ happen again! EVER!"
She had her fists curled into balls. Saywer stopped.
"What's the matter, you scared or something?" he laughed, though his laugh was somewhat faltered this time.
"Yes," Shannon answered determindley, staring at him unblinking.
There was silence for a while, simply looking at one another. Shannon was nibbling on her bottom lip, and Sawyer was confused. All of a sudden, he leant forwards and kissed her. Shannon broke it off, gritting her teeth behind trembling lips to stop the tears from falling. She was shaking her head slightly, unable to use words. Then, completley out of the blue, she lunged forwards and grabbed the back of his neck. She paused, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes, then kissed him right on the lips. Sawyer seized her by the waist, returning her deep kiss and occasionally flicking his tounge into her mouth. They were both upright on their knees, wrapped in a tight embrace. Sawyers hands trailed her back, rubbing at her spine whilst her fingers explored his long hair. Their lips parted, and Shannon nibbled at his neck, biting and sucking. Sawyer nuzzled her hair, moaning slightly. She pushed him backwards, and straddled him.
"I love you, Sawyer," she said into his neck.
"I love you too," Sawyer replied.
Neither of them knew what they were saying, but it wasn't one of those cliche moments where they both suddenly realised their love for one another. They just kind of accepted it, and moved on. Sawyer pulled her top up over her head, and she unclipped her bra. She was sat upright on top of him, straddling her, and for a while they just sat there as Sawyer admired the way she looked in the candle light, and particularly her full, rounded, perky breasts. Her nipples were hard, god, those things looked so beautiful. Eventually Shannon fell back down on top of Sawyer again, and Sawyer seized her ass through the denim whilst she unbuttoned his top and threw it aside. Her hands trailed across his abs as the bulge in his trousers became bigger and harder. A soft moan escaped her lips when he pushed his groin up against her crotch. She kicked off her shoes, and unzipped his pants. She ripped off the pants, shoes, and socks in one go, then returned back up his legs to throw away his boxers. He was so beautiful, and so big, and so hard, that she took him straight into her mouth - kissing away the drop of semen already on the head of his penis. She licked his shaft a couple of times, cupping his hot and heavy balls, then started sucking, absorbing him. He was so hard, and so big, he slid down into the back of her throat, and she could feel herself becoming sopping wet between her legs. Her head moved back and forth, and Sawyer writhed against the sand, mumbling her name and letting out soft groans from the bottom of his throat. His hands held the back of her head, pushing her down further into him, and she started moving her head faster and faster, sucking harder than she had before.
And then he did cum, spilling out into her mouth. She lapped him all up, making sure to keep sucking and moving her head just a little longer than was required, for his pleasure. She sat up, bouncing on his erection but not quite going into him, and looked down at him. He was slightly sweating, and had a smile on his face, as he stared at her. Shannon unbuttoned her shorts, dragging them down and off her ankles. She threw them onto the same pile as his clothes, but didn't take off her panties yet, and just looked at him with a soft smile playing on her lips.
She quickly whipped off her panties, and Sawyer rose his hips ups and pushed his penis into her. Shannon moaned, shutting her eyes and rolling her head back. She fell on top of him, breasts pushed forwards, grinding her hips into his. He rose his hips and dropped them continously, getting harder and faster with every thrust.
And it was beautiful. Everything about these two was beautiful. Their matching tanned bodies holding each other and breathing in time with the other. Even in the flickering light of the remaining candles, anyone could see it. They fitted each other perfectly.
"I want you."