Disclaimer: I do not own Bunk'd.
Warning: Contains depictions of consensual m/f sex.
A/N: Just a short little piece of fluffy smut. Or should that be smutty fluff? Is there such a thing as smuff?
Note on chronology: This story is set probably somewhere in the second half of first season, shortly after Emma and Xander have become sexual with each other.
Kissing in the Moonlight
"It's somewhere right around here." Xander's voice floated back to Emma from a little way up ahead on the path. He was an indistinct silhouette moving about in the heavy shadows beneath the tall, densely-packed, overhanging trees that surrounded them. The faint beam from his flashlight flicked back-and-forth through the gloom, as he looked for the narrow path that would lead them down to the lake shore. All about them were the noises of the woods at night - barely-heard rustlings of small animals in the undergrowth, lonely calls of night-birds, the tiniest of occasional splashes from the lake somewhere close by off to one side. There was a faint breeze lazily rustling the treetops, and although the sun had set only a couple of hours before, the night was already cooling noticeably. Emma was glad she had brought a light jacket with her, though presently it was tied about her waist, as she was still warm from the hike to get out here. Xander had led her on a twenty-minute walk through the woods, along the hilly and rugged shore of the lake, to show her a place he had found previously that he claimed had a not-to-be-missed view.
Now they had come to a location where the lake - a long-ago-flooded river valley, like so many of Maine's waterways - butted right up against the hillside. Glimpses of gently rippling water could be seen through the irregular gaps in the trees. Some ancient geological upheaval had caused part of the rocky slope here to collapse and slide down towards the water. A tumble of large boulders, varying from Jorge-sized, to almost as big as a poor person's house, lay like fallen dominos, angled and tiered in such a way as to make natural steps down to the lake. The forest had made good progress in reclaiming the scarred hillside, with a healthy growth of bushes and saplings colonising the soil that had accumulated between the boulders.
"We can get down through here," Xander said, apparently having found what he was looking for - a break in the trees that gave easy access to the boulder-steps, at a place where they weren't too steep. He started down the hillside, regularly pausing to reach back and take Emma's hands as she followed him, helping the blonde negotiate the rocky slope down. The boulders were stable, firmly rooted in centuries of soil and leaf-litter, and the woody trunks of the saplings clinging tenaciously to the hillside provided extra handholds when they were occasionally needed.
At the bottom of the natural stairs, where the hillside met the level of the lake, the final and largest of the boulders - a great slab of stone bigger than the square-footage of the Woodchuck cabin - jutted horizontally out across the water. It's lower surface was sunk into the mud of the lake-bed, and the water lapped right up against it, giving it the appearance of a sort of wedge-shaped, natural stone jetty that projected some ten to fifteen feet from the shore. At its narrow end, the upper surface of the stone sat about three feet above the water.
Still holding Emma's hand, Xander led her to the end of the boulder-jetty, where they could stand side-by-side and look out across the whole lake. Emma couldn't help but gasp in amazement. High above them, centred over the wide expanse of water in front of them, shone the biggest and brightest full moon Emma had ever seen. With no city lights to diminish its glow, it clearly lit up the entire scene before them, bathing the lake and the surrounding wooded hills in a surreal, silvery-white luminescence.
"Oh my god," breathed Emma. "When did the moon get so bright? That's amazing! I can see clear across the lake!"
"I know, right?" Xander replied from beside her. "Beautiful, isn't it? Nature at it's best. The lake and the whole valley lit up like that. Tree-covered mountains just rolling on into the distance… And FYI, the full moon is always this bright when you're away from the city, provided it's a clear night like tonight. You couldn't see a view like this from the middle of New York."
"New York can be pretty at nighttime too!" Emma countered. "All the bright neon lights. All the bustling activity. So much character and culture… And I love the look of the Manhattan skyline, night or day. I'll always be a city gal at heart. But when I see amazing views like this, I almost think I could learn to appreciate the outdoors. Thank you for showing me this. It's gorgeous." She leaned over and gave Xander a peck on the cheek.
"We can thank Mother Nature for the views," Xander replied. "I just had to get the timing right with the weather and the position of the moon. But I'll happily take the credit if it means I get kissed by a pretty girl!"
Emma playfully punched him on the arm. "So that was your ulterior motive!" the blonde joked. "Well, we should do it properly, then." She turned towards him, cupping his face in her hands and drawing him closer, as his arms circled her waist. Their lips met, and they shared a sweet, lingering kiss.
After drinking her fill of his very kissable lips, Emma turned back to the lake to drink in the very watchable view once more. "You know," she commented conversationally, "I especially like the way the moonlight glints off all the floating plastic bottles and aluminium cans in the water."
"I should take you up to the lookout some time - on a sunny day you can clearly see the rusting car bodies on the lakebed," Xander deadpanned back, earning a chuckle from Emma. "You know," continued Xander, "they say that the Kikiwaka likes to hunt on nights of the full moon… Which makes sense if you think about it - it's supposed to be a sasquatch, right, which is a primate. Which means vision is going to be its best sense."
"Oh stop!" Emma rolled her eyes. "I know there's no such thing as a Kikiwaka! Your scary fireside stories might frighten the naive and impressionable younger campers, but they're not going to work on a sophisticated and mature person like me. Besides, those stories never actually make it clear if the Kikiwaka is a sasquatch, or some kind of demonic bunny-wolf-cat-thing. So it may not even need the full moon to hunt by, which shows you're talking nonsense!"
"Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel safe in your bed at night…" Xander replied cheekily.
"You'll be taking a midnight swim in a minute if you keep going on about it!" Emma mock-glared at her boyfriend.
"I'm gonna go sit over there," her boyfriend wisely decided, and walked over to where the tumbled boulders started angling back up the hillside, well away from the water's edge. He took a seat on a convenient, flat-topped boulder that was positioned just right to serve as a nice chair, with a nice view of the moonlit lake.
As Emma turned to watch him go, she caught sight of something that amazed her all over again. "Oh wow! Xander, the moon's so bright, we're casting shadows! I've never seen that before!" She jumped around a bit and waved her arms to confirm that it was indeed her shadow she saw stretching before her on the rocky ground. Then checked behind her just to make sure that the moon was indeed the only source of illumination, and that she wasn't caught in the spotlight of her family's private helicopter come to pick her up from camp early.
Xander chuckled lazily. "Yep. Moon-shadows are a thing out here."
Emma stopped her bouncing-and-turning-and-arm-waving routine, and looked at her boyfriend. She shook her head and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I must look silly to you, not realising that of course moon-shadows would be a thing where the moon is bright enough."
"You don't look silly at all. You look beautiful, and amazing, and happy. I love that this is all new to you. And that I get to be the one introducing you to these new experiences."
Emma looked down and blushed a little, as Xander's words suddenly brought to mind another new experience he had just recently introduced her to. Yep… That's a thing that I do now… She and Xander had had sex a tiny handful of times now (maybe just approaching a double-handful, if you counted hitting all the bases on the way through), and Emma was still trying to figure out exactly what it all meant. It was still a little surreal to her. As surreal as a rich NYC girl standing on a natural boulder-jetty in a lake in Maine, under the light of a full moon bright enough to make shadow-animals by. But there was no denying the reality of it.
To distract herself from overly-complicated thoughts of reality, Emma decided she would make some shadow-animals. Holding her hands up, she tried to position them to form the outlines of various critter heads, projected on the rocky background next to where Xander sat.
Emma didn't really know how to make shadow-animals, so they all ended up looking like demonic bunny-wolf-cat-things. "It's a Kikiwaka!" she decided. "And it's eating your face! Rargh! Rargh!" She moved her hands to make the demonic bunny-wolf-cat-thing shadow look like it was hitting Xander repeatedly in the face, whilst she made roaring noises.
It didn't really look anything like a Kikiwaka eating Xander's face, and he couldn't even see it from where he was sitting anyway, so Emma stopped.
Unperturbed, Xander sat there calmly on his rock, leaning back slightly on his hands. He looked completely relaxed, despite his brush with the shadow-Kikiwaka, and his earlier insistence that wild demon-beasts and/or primitive man-apes were on the prowl. He regarded her with a fond and admiring gaze, an amused smile on his lips.
"What are you thinking about?" Emma asked, when she began to feel the silence dragging on.
Xander considered for a second, then, unexpectedly, started singing, breaking whatever awkward tension Emma had been beginning to feel a moment ago.
"But when you look at me, the only memory is us kissing in the moonlight." He sang the verse softly, just loud enough for her alone to hear.
She laughed fondly at his silly and random antics. "I appreciate you serenading me by moonlight, but isn't that totally a chick anthem? I should be the one singing it."
"So go ahead and sing. You have a great voice. I've heard you at the campfire sing-alongs."
"I'll leave the singing to you, Mr Country Rock Star. But speaking of kissing in the moonlight…" Emma crooked a finger to beckon Xander towards her. Xander went to get up, then hesitated.
"Wait… Is this a trick to get me to come close so you can throw me in the lake?"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll come to you." The blonde walked over to where Xander was sitting on the edge of the boulder, and rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning down towards him. He tilted his face up to hers, and their lips met in another slow, sensual kiss.
Emma drew away, smiling. Placing her jacket down on the boulder next to Xander - after all, her shorts were designer-label, and even though she was at camp and enjoying the Great Outdoors and all that, she didn't want them getting too dirty - she took a seat beside him. He put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close, and she leaned in against him. His other hand held one of hers, and sitting cheek-to-cheek they were able to watch the moon together as it tracked slowly across the sky.
Emma thought the vista before them looked almost magical. The moonlight glinted off the lake surface, flat and mirror-like, except when broken by the occasional ripple that betrayed the presence of a fish lurking just below. Every now and then, a bat or owl would noiselessly wing its way high across their sightline. The cool night breeze rustled the leaves of the trees behind them, and feathered across Emma's skin, raising goosebumps. Distracting her from the sights and sounds of nature were the sensations of being near to Xander - she could feel his stubble beneath her cheek; smell the faint scent of his skin and sweat; was surrounded by the warmth of his body heat. When he turned his face to place a couple of gentle kisses on her cheek and jaw, she broke out into goosebumps for a different reason.
Emma shifted sideways to position herself on Xander's lap, sitting on an angle that allowed her to partially face him whilst still looking outwards over the lake. He wrapped his arms about her waist, holding her close, making her feel warm and secure in his embrace. Cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand, she turned her head to kiss him deeply on the mouth.
They spent the next several moments passionately kissing, lips and tongues playfully sparring, before Xander pushed Emma's hair to one side, and switched his attention to her neck and the side of her face. He placed a succession of little kisses from her collarbone to her cheek, making Emma throw her head back and sigh in appreciation, and giggle a little bit when he got in a few playful nips on her earlobe.
The moonlit scenery forgotten, Emma's focus shifted entirely to their increasingly heated make-out session. Xander alternated between kissing her long and hard on the mouth, or lightly and teasingly on the neck and jaw, switching quickly so that her brain was always playing catch-up trying to sort out the sensations. The blonde could feel his rough stubble beneath her hands when she cupped his face, and the firm muscles of his chest beneath her fists when she grabbed handfuls of the front of his teeshirt and tried to pull him closer. At some stage, Xander's hands slipped beneath Emma's shirt, and began rubbing along her sides, palms sliding up and down her ribs as his thumbs trailed across her flat belly. She gasped a little, though whether it was from the feel of his hands against her bare skin, or the fact that she wasn't breathing enough because her mouth was melded to his, she wasn't sure. One of Xander's hands pressed against her breast from the front, whilst his other hand slid up her back. It was the snap of her bra-clasp being undone - one-handed; impressive - that suddenly brought her back to where she was.
"Xander!" She pulled away a little and looked around nervously. "We're out in the open! What if someone sees us?" Fooling around in some hidden nook tucked away deep in the forest was one thing, but this place was more exposed than any they had been to in previous sexual encounters.
"I think we're okay, Emma. We have trees on three sides of us, and almost a mile of empty lake in front of us. But hey, if you want to stop, we'll stop." Xander leaned back and away from Emma, placing his hands on the stone behind him. He made no further attempt to kiss or touch her, instead just sitting there with a little smirk on his swollen lips, apparently unconcerned as he went back to taking in the scenery. Emma was left sitting untended on his lap, uncomfortably aware of the sudden loss of contact. She started to squirm a little as the fires her boyfriend had begun to kindle within her body went untended. The blonde looked around at their surroundings, assessing the truth of what Xander had said about their chances of being observed. It took her all of thirty seconds to crack.
"Well I guess we don't have to completely stop."
Xander chuckled and put his arms around her once more. "How about I promise not to take your clothes off, and you promise to tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable?"
"I accept your deal, Mr McCormick," Emma replied, before kissing him again.
Xander's hands once again went under Emma's shirt, this time to slide up under the cups of her loosened bra. He palmed and kneaded her breasts, rubbing and lightly pinching her nipples, causing them to peak. Emma sighed in appreciation between kisses, her body warming up under her boyfriend's caresses.
Xander shifted her a little on his lap, turning her so that she leaned back against him, her back pressed against his chest. One of his well-muscled arms encircled her torso, his hand alternating between playing along her tummy, or sliding up to cup a breast. The other hand trailed down to her waist, then slipped lower over the outside of her shorts towards her crotch. Emma shuddered a little, and broke out into goosebumps again, as the excitement and tension began to build within her. Xander rubbed her through her shorts, pressing firmly so that she could feel it through the layers of cloth, making her gasp at the pleasurable sensations. He stroked her with a steady but unhurried rhythm that allowed the pressure to build slowly and relentlessly within her.
As her breathing picked up, he paused briefly to unfasten the clasp and zipper of her shorts - again one-handed; boy's got some dexterity, that's for sure - then his hand slipped inside her underwear to rub directly against her wet, heated flesh. He went faster now, but it was exactly what Emma needed. His intimate caresses caused the blonde's excitement to quickly build, and the tension in her body became palpable. With a small, gasping cry, Emma came to a shuddering climax, and Xander held onto her as she rode it out, her thighs clasped tight around his hand.
Breathing heavily, Emma leaned back against her boyfriend, and Xander held her close as her heartbeat steadied, and the chill night air gradually cooled her body. The blonde smiled as she became aware of something hard pressing against her bottom. She wiggled about a little bit, giggling as she elicited a small gasp from Xander. Shifting to the side a little, Emma reached down a hand to rub Xander's cock through his shorts. "I think it's your turn now, Big Boy," Emma said, trying to pitch her voice low and suggestive, since she had heard guys found that sexy.
Emma hopped up off Xander's lap, and grabbed her jacket from where it lay on the boulder. Putting the garment on the stony ground to act as padding, Emma knelt on it in front of Xander. She used both hands to grab the front of the waistband of his shorts and underwear, and slowly pulled them down until his cock sprang free. It stood tall and rigid in front of her, bobbing and straining towards the sky. Emma had no idea how Xander 'measured up' against other guys, since she had no previous experience before him. All she knew was that she felt wonderfully full when he was inside her, and he always seemed to be able to hit all the right spots that drove her crazy.
Emma was also starting to learn that there were ways she could drive him crazy…
She began by pumping him with her hand, slowly and teasingly, whilst occasionally playing with his balls. Then she leaned forward and started licking the head of his cock, trying to maintain as much eye contact with him as she could. His eyes were glazed with need and desire, and Emma enjoyed observing his reactions to various things she would do. She explored different ways of caressing him with her tongue and hands, tried going different speeds - all the time watching the effects it had on him, how his breathing picked up, and how the tension built in his body. He sat leaning back on his hands, politely letting Emma set the pace, and occasionally letting out an appreciative sigh or gasp.
When she decided that she had teased him enough - not too long; she wasn't a mean girlfriend - Emma took him into her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down as she sucked and swirled her tongue around. She quickly upped the pace, firmly pumping the base of his cock with her hand in time with her head movements, and it wasn't long before Xander let out a deep groan and spilled his warm seed into her mouth, the blonde doing her best to swallow it as quickly as she could.
It was now Xander's turn to take a minute to recover and get his breathing back to normal. While he sat there panting, Emma helpfully tucked his now-shrinking manhood back into his pants, then stood up and fixed her own clothing, doing up her shorts, and refastening the clasp of her bra after putting the cups back in place. All the time she was looking at him with a self-satisfied smirk, proud of the knowledge that her actions could have such an effect on him. He laughed at her expression, and held out his arms. Taking his hands in hers, she leaned down to kiss him, then stood back and pulled him to his feet. Once he was up, they hugged and kissed once more.
When they separated, Emma looked around, and giggled a little as the realisation sunk in of what they had just done and where they had done it. On three sides of them the forest stood just as silent as it had always been, whilst behind her the moon was sinking down towards the treeline on the opposite shore of the lake. The night was noticeably darker and colder than when they had set out from their cabins earlier.
"We should probably head back," suggested Emma.
"Yeah," replied Xander, picking up her jacket and handing it to her, ever the gentleman. "We still have a bit of a walk to get back to camp."
They headed back up the rocky slope of the hillside, Xander taking Emma by the hand to help her over any particularly steep or rough patches. Once under the gloom of the tree canopy, they had to use Xander's flashlight again to find their way back onto the correct path, but it didn't take them long to get their bearings. Hand-in-hand, the young couple walked through the benighted Maine woods, back to Camp Kikiwaka.