disclaimer: hard smut
She doesn't know how, but it always seems to be her.
And it always seems to happen when they're in the midst of it; getting to the gold, that is.
Sarah had been in contact with Wheezie for the past several days, and had not only revealed that Rafe had a copy of keys for gold safes, but had also accidentally been cajoled by Sarah to give her a tip to where some of the gold was being stashed.
Keyword being some .
Which, according to John B meant that some strongholds with gold on the island were being guarded more heavily than others (don't ask Kiara the logic on that one, because she can promise you she doesn't understand herself).
And so, they decided (against Kiara and JJ's wishes) to split up and try to approach the location of the gold by as many means possible. They needed to scope out the surrounding areas to see if there were any secret passageways or trails not being guarded.
That's how she finds herself walking along a swanky road between jungle and forest in the dead of night in sweltering humidity, all while attempting to fend off fluttering mosquitos trying to suck her dry.
At this point in time, she's been walking for about 20 minutes–she's not even completely sure she's headed in the right direction–until she reaches a dirt path. It seems counterintuitive to follow it, but something in her tells her that that's the point.
But before she's even able to take a step in the right direction, she hears footsteps coming from behind her.
"Hey... Kie ," she whips around.
Her name sounds so much like a taunt or an insult when he says it.
The he in question being Rafe Cameron in the flesh.
Because of fucking course it is.
Showing up (out of freaking nowhere, might she add) at the worst possible moment.
Like always.
Rafe pauses in the middle of the barren road. The street lights illuminate his hulking frame. He kind of reminds her of the boogeyman; he seems far too large for the area despite them being outdoors.
As if the space has closed around them. It suddenly feels far too humid and vulnerable out in the open like this.
He's wearing a light blue t-shirt that looks drenched in sweat, and his dirty-blonde hair sticks to his forehead.
She wonders briefly through the shock if he had ran here, but he doesn't seem out of breath whatsoever.
He must've spawned from the jungle or some shit like a total creep.
"What're you doing out here all alone?"
He asks her before she can ask him the same.
He gazes at her with those cold crystal eyes that have haunted her in her sleep more times than she can count. They pierce through her like talons. But of course in typical Rafe-fashion, he keeps his voice light and casual; a scare tactic she's realizing, to put her even more on edge.
"I-I was just going on a walk," she musters, still stunned.
She doesn't know why his presence here had been so shocking.
It was gold in the possession of his family she was after, afterall. There was always a small possibility that she'd run into one of the Camerons and if not them then a guard. And she supposes she should stop thinking that Rafe of all people couldn't force coincidence.
