At Sea
Oliver Sampson makes his way to the controls of the boat as you keep your sig sauer trained on one of Abernathy's agents.
"Oh shit." You hear him say from the front.
You turn his direction, "What's wrong?"
He fixes you with an intense look that just screams big bad danger. Before you have a chance to speak he yells, "Get down!" You drop and see him draw his gun and fire.
You turn back to the now dead agent and see the pistol still clutched in his hand. Oliver rushes down to help you up. "Thanks," you say, blushing a bit, "I should have seen that coming."
Oliver's eyes soften, "It's my fault. I distracted you. Are you all right?" You nod and smile. "Okay, listen to me. There's a bomb. We're going have to swim back in."
"Are you crazy? It's too far too shore. We'll never make it. Can't you disarm it?"
"I'm no expert in explosives and there isn't time. I'm more worried about the damn thing dis-arming us! Now, we've got to go."
"Bu-but Oliver...." He pushes you over the side of the boat. The water is a little cool as you plunge in.
You bob back to the surface in time to see Oliver jump in yelling, "Swim!" You get your bearings and start toward the shore, wondering what it's going to feel like when you drown.
You swim quickly at first and in a matter of minutes you hear the boat explode. You keep swimming, not looking, trying to outdistance any shrapnel. You get nearer and nearer to shore getting more and more tired. The soft splashing not far behind you is the only assurance you have that Oliver is still with you (but you've also seen Jaws one too many times to look back and make sure).
Then you feel it, what you've been afraid of, a cramp. It starts in your leg and moves its way up into your stomach and then your arms. It hurts to move, and you are soooo tired. You begin to slip under the surface and just don't have the strength to try. You waver between consciousness and sleep, numbly registering Oliver's strong arm wrap around your torso, him pulling you along as he heads for the beach.
The next thing you know clearly is feeling cool as the wind hits your wet skin. You can feel the damp sand under your feet and back and you open your eyes a crack. Oliver is lying half-atop, half-beside you, droplets beading on his face, his wet hair curling as the wind plays through it.
He is brushing your drenched tresses from your cheeks, calling your name, searching your face with so much concern. "Come on gorgeous, open those beautiful eyes of yours. Come on, talk to me." You open your eyes the whole way. "Good girl," he grins, "that's my girl."
"Oliver," He kisses you and you feel his hands rove all over your body. You return the favor causing him to deepen the kiss. You unbutton each others shirts, enjoying the feel of running your hands over his bare chest as much as you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your breasts. He moves his mouth down to your chest. Your hands find their way to his pants, unfastening. Oliver leans back wriggling out of his shirt and pants. You sit up, loving the way his skin looks in the sunlight and let him peel your remaining garments away.
He lays you once more bare against the sand and slides his body onto yours teasingly. Oliver's hand slips down to your inner thigh, rubbing. You open and admit him entry. You grip his smooth back, reveling in the feel of him, tasting his salty skin, drowning in the emotions you have for him, his electric touch. You complete your unity in a dizzying wave, stroking and kissing as you part. He rolls to your side and you lay against his chest, your fingers idly playing in his chest hair as you watch the sunset over the water.
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