Author Notes: So I decided that somewhere down the line that I will write chapters from Emma's mom and Dean's dad point of view. I thought that it would a nice break from Dean and Emma on the island. Tell me what you think. I know this chapter is long but it's worth it. By the way Emma is now 9 – 11 weeks pregnant. Vote on gender and names. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Blue Lagoon: The Awaking.
Waiting by 3sth3r
Chapter 3: Wearing Thin
Emma's POV
I'm angry with Dean at the moment. The two floors for both of the house are done. Dean has placed both of them in the trees and is now focusing on the steps so it's easier to get up and down to and from the house. He is building them into the tree, placing large pieces of used drift wood into the side of the tree. I'm building the bridge but I move slowly. I would hate to miss some key piece and end up falling form twenty feet up in the air. But the reason why I'm mad at Dean is that he wouldn't let thing me help with build the wall or the roof. He let me gather the supplies but that it.
I look up at Dean and notice his body. It has changed a lot since we first got to the island. His muscles seem leaner, his beard is coming in nicely but I hope he keeps it short, which reminds me I need his knife to cut my own hair, but not only my hair but to trim myself down in the nether regions. But I wouldn't tell him that. But Dean isn't the only one who has changed. I look down and rub my stomach. I have developed a small bulge. I don't think Dean has notice quite yet, but I'm sure he will soon.
When I've finished half the foot bridge, I get tired of weaving the railing. I want to go exploring but I don't think Dean would let me. But I go anyway, he is busying build the walls of the house after he finishes the steps. The plan is to have the house done a few months before the baby is born. Hopefully the weather holds steady for at least the next few days so Dean can finish setting up the walls to one of the houses.
I leave in the afternoon and head up a small hillside. I explore the caves to find that the bats still live there. I head down the other side of the hillside I notice a small family of pigs. I take not of where they are and move on. I wade into a watery swamp when I notice a shiny object under the water. Reaching down I felt an old rusted latch. I get disappointed when I pull up just the latch. I get out of the water and move on.
I don't know what I'm looking for but I have realized another problem about living on this island. We don't have any clothes expect for the ones we have on our back. The clothes we have now are wearing thin. Dean had one suggest to the problem. He said, "Well, it simple I will make us loincloths." Loincloths, was he serious? Why in the world would I every want to wear a loincloth for the rest of my life. I sigh. Why I'm acting like this? It must be the hormones.
I continue walking, until I feel my stomach acting up again. I can feel the food from this morning coming back up. I stop and hold my abdomen. Coughing up what seems like more than what I eat in a day, I sit down and just try to breath.
After a while I stand up and keep moving. I only got a few feet until a see a large suitcase. It one of those metal suitcases and looks like it has only been there for a little while, the plant life has barely touched it. It is up only a foot or two on the side of the cliff, but I reach up anyways and pull it down. It comes down with a large thud.
I get down on my knees and pull it the latches, but they don't open. I try again but it doesn't open. "Aaaahhh," I slam my hands against the sliver metal case.
Pulling the case beside me, I drag back to the house. When I come from around the bushes I don't see Dean. But I do drag the suitcase under the shadow of one of the twin trees. I find a large rock and start banging the rock against the one of the latches, and the latch breaks. I repeat the same process on the other latch but before the latch breaks something messes with my focus.
"Emma?" Dean says. I cut my hand on the latch when I try again to beat it with the rock. I let go of the rock to see of badly my hand is hurt. "Emma?" Dean asks again, coming closer. Dean sees the cut on my hand, the rock on the ground, and the metal suitcase. He connects the pieces. He suddenly gets some water and pours it over the wound. Then uses some aloe to stop the blood then warps the wound with a clean piece of fabric from his shirt.
"Thanks" I sit down next to the suitcase.
"Where were you?" he asked.
"I was out exploring." There is no point in lying to him.
"I figured you must, when I stop seeing after a while." He sighs and then sits next to me. He opens up his hand and I take it with my bandage hand.
I stare out towards the ocean which is obstructed by the trees and plants, "I'm sorry that I left. It's just I don't like it that you're controlling me. And not letting me do things." He opens his mouth to speak, but before his can speak I cut him off. "But you need to understand that I may be pregnant but not useless or handicap." I take a deep breath in.
"So," Dean says after a while "What's in the suitcase?" I shrug.
"That's what I was trying to find out."
He gets up and looks at the damage I've done and nods. He takes the rock from the ground and hits the latch. It breaks open in one hit. He lifts the top to reveal the mess of clothes. I stand and cheer quietly. I took the pieces of clothes in my fingers. By the look over them they aren't that bad. I little old for my taste but perfect all the same. I pull at a dress it's a light pink sundress but realize that this might be a blanket. "Is that a blanket or a dress?" Dean asks.
"I think it's a dress." I reply as I hold the dress over my body.
Dean laughs hard, "I wonder who this girl was. But I highly doubt she was a girl to begin with." He laughs even harder.
I slam him with my good hand on the back of his head. "Yea, she may not be here but it doesn't mean you can't be nice." He is still laughing and then settles down. "I think I could sew this up and make it useable." I bend down and dig through the suit case and find some pants and t-shirts. "Hey look." Dean knees next to the suitcase.
He takes one pants and looks at it. It too is way too big for him, "How do you think they stayed so together?" I ask as he looks at me.
I look at the top of the suitcase and notice the seal. "I read about suitcases like these. They seal when you close them. This suitcase might have fall out of a plane some time ago." Dean shrugged uninterested in how the suitcase appeared on the island.
Dean drags the now closed suitcase back to the campsite. Dean wants at least a few walls done of the house before we move in. He builds a fire and hands me a made shift plate of fruits. He doesn't dare give me fish he knows it makes me want to throw up.
We settle down to sleep after we have eaten. But I can't. I turn to Dean. "Can't sleep either?" Dean asks. I nod. He presses his lips into mine. I open my mouth wide to let him in. I moan against his lips. We break apart, "Are you sure? I mean after last week…" I cut him off. I want this. I'll not break down again, not with him here and the baby coming I can't afford to.
Dean undoes my bikini and shrug off his shorts, he has no briefs anymore they were worn thin weeks ago. I break away from his lips and push him down on the banana leaves. He lies there naked and waiting. His erection free in the warm air. I began kissing his chest, placing my hands on their side over his face. I bit his nipple, and I hear him intake a sharp breath. Moving on I kiss him down his stomach, and then I head south.
"Wait." I look up at Dean. "You don't have to." Instead of replying, I continue the path way down to his erection. I lick the tip and taste the pre cum, and then I suck the tip. I hear Dean moan loudly. Licking his shaft makes him moan more. I then take him in my mouth. I suck slowly. I want to draw this out as long as I can.
"Emma," Dean moans. I can feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place as he begins to move his hips. I moan. We move like this for a while, and soon his hand moves away. I take him out of my mouth and heard him groan at the loss of contact.
"Emma?" I press my lips to his as I move on top of him. I lower myself over his erection and feel his body respond to my touch. He fills me and I release a soft whimper. Dean moans again almost screaming, "Emma!" He shouts. I start move against him until we are move as one. He places his hands on my hips. We moan together and out of sync as the pleasure begins to build.
Dean grabs my breast and starts rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Dean!" I scream. Dean moves his hands from my breast to my back holding me in up. Our breath is ragged and hard, I can feel that I'm close. I look down at Dean, and his is looking at me. I come loudly and I stop moving. Dean pulls me down under him and he continues on for a few more thrust before he spills into me. He whispers my name as he comes.
Dean lies on top of me. He pulls out slowly and kisses my forehead. We stare in each other's eyes. I kiss Dean passionately. "Dean?" I break away. "Dean?"
"What's wrong?"
"The fire" I point to the fading flames, "is going out." He smiles and places two thick logs on to the fire. We soon fall to sleep in each other's arms.
To be continued...