After coffee in the morning and another day well spent together, they returned to Oliver's hut just before sunset. Looking to pass some time before dinner, Kara moved to the dartboard that was hung on one of the walls and decided to have a go. She retrieved the darts from the board and began throwing.
Aiming for the bullseye, she was hopelessly off-target with all of her throws, with one dart even barely hitting the board. Oliver noticed this, and walked over.
"I've never been good at this," said Kara.
"Here," said Oliver, as he retrieved the darts and threw them himself. Each throw followed the other swiftly, without hesitation, and Kara watched in amazement as all three darts hit the bullseye.
"Oh, come on, that's not fair," she said, exasperated. "How are you so good at this?"
"Uhh… just been doing this since I was a kid," replied Oliver, not wanting to tell her that his proficiency actually came from his past three years of flechette and knife throwing. "It's okay, I'll teach you."
He retrieved the darts and handed them to Kara. He stood behind her, adjusting her stance and hand positioning before pulling her body a little closer to his. "Think of your elbow as a lever," he said softly, right next to her ear. "Don't spring your whole arm. Bend at the elbow, and propel your forearm forward, gently. It's not really a throw, more of a release."
"Like throwing a paper airplane?"
"Exactly."
Kara adhered to his advice, and attempted again. She didn't hit the bullseye for her first and second attempts, but the grouping was much better. She managed to hit the bullseye on her third throw.
"Bullseye," whispered Oliver. She turned to look at him.
"You're a good teacher," she said, before stepping away and going to the kitchen. She knew exactly what he was doing by standing right behind her and holding her body. It was a move that guys had tried on her with a pool cue in the past, and it never worked.
Her phone began ringing and it was a call from Alex. "It's my sister," she said, before stepping into Oliver's room and closing the door behind her.
"Alex," she said, as she answered.
"Kara, how are you? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
"I'm just wondering. You haven't replied to my messages for the past two days."
"Sorry, I've just been kind of busy."
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Yeah, a lot. I, uhh… I've actually met a guy here."
"What? You're joking, right?"
"No, I'm being serious. We've spent the past two days together."
"What's his name?"
"Oliver. He's pretty cool. I'll tell you all about him when I get back."
"You better."
"I promise. Okay, I have to go. I'm about to have dinner."
"With Oliver?"
"Yes, with Oliver."
"Alright, have fun. Love you, sis."
"I love you too," said Kara, before hanging up.
After dinner, Kara hung around for a bit longer. It was now 20:37, and she was starting to wonder if it was time for her to return to her hotel. She downed the last of her drink before standing up from her seat on the porch to discard the bottle in the kitchen bin. On her way back, she saw Oliver rise from his seat and enter.
"It's getting late," she said, "I think I should head back to my hotel."
"You're not going to stay?" he asked, as he approached her.
"I might if you give me a reason to," she replied with a grin.
"I can think of one," he replied, as he slid his hand around her waist and gently pulled her close. "Tell me, what are you going to do back at your hotel?"
"Maybe text my sister, then go to sleep."
"A little boring, don't you think? But if you stay here…" he said, bringing one hand up to her face, and softly outlining her lips with his fingers. "You're going to have a whole lot more fun," he added, his husky voice rife with carnal desire.
His voice, his body, his very scent, everything about this man aroused Kara to a level which she never even thought was possible until she met him. He had this ability to overpower her senses, and while she controlled herself the previous night, she couldn't now as she crashed her lips on to his.
Despite having had far more sexual partners in his lifetime, Oliver felt the very same about Kara. No woman had ever managed to channel as much raw sexual energy from him as she did. Her subtle moans as their lips tangled and the way that her body moved with his, it all sent a tingling, electric sensation through his nervous system.
They found themselves on the bed just a few seconds later, and it was Kara this time who pushed him onto the bed, doing so a little harder than she intended. She took a moment to attempt to calm herself and bring her powers under control, before climbing atop him. Their lips met again for more scintillating play, each shedding a piece of clothing until they were bare while continuing their enthusiastic foreplay.
Crazed by one another, every action was sensually thrilling as they indulged, satisfying each other to an even greater extent than the previous night.
