Ocean Boy: A Lance x Reader Love Story

Chapter 2

When you wake up, the air around you is even colder than before. Your back hurts like hell and you feel faint from your wounds' bleeding. The bandages binding your arm and head are soaked, some dripping on Lance's shoulder. You wipe it away hurriedly. Your left leg is numb with pain and you breath heavily.

Lance is fast asleep, his face nuzzling your neck. You fight back the urge to slap him as his breath tickles your neck and he snores loudly in your ear.

You shift a little, freezing when you remember you're both naked. You try to keep your lower half as still as possible. Even though you hate him, your body still reacts to his touch, and the last thing you need is for his teenage male hormones to kick in, causing the two of you to do something you'd both regret.

Lance groans in his sleep before his eyes flutter open and he yawns. You crinkle your nose. "Your breath smells,"

"Oh, ssssssssohhhhrrryyy." He stretches the word, being sure to breath in your face.

"Ugh," You gag, fanning yourself with a hand to clear the air. "That's just rancid."

"Thank you," Lance says with pride.

You give him an incredulous look before saying, "So... when did you say we were going to be rescued?"

Lance frowns. "I thought we would be by now. They're probably almost here."

"Almost here. Right. Okay, whatever." You sigh. Your stomach growls loudly and Lance's echoes in return.

"I'm so hungry!" Lance whines.

"Shut up. So am I." You hunch over a little in pain as your belly lets out a ferocious roar.

Lance hisses a little. "Be careful! Don't move so much down there."

"I'm sorry," You scowl, stopping when the action gives you a headache. "It was your idea to be naked!"

"Well it worked didn't it?!" He counters.

"Whatever," You roll your eyes. "Don't get cocky because you had one good idea."

Lance smirks. "Cocky?"

He bucks his hips slightly causing you to yelp. You tumble over, pulling Lance off the chair with you. He lands on top of you, pressed flush up against you, his jacket tangled up around you both. Your mouth opens in pain and you feel your wounds break open again. Your leg feels like it's on fire. You arch against Lance, your body overcome in agony. When the pain passes slightly, you look up. His face is centimeters from yours, his beautiful blue eyes boring into your's.

"Lance," You breathe, head spinning. You feel nauseous.

"Yes?" He leans forward, lips nearly touching your's.

Your arms snake around his body... pulling him closer... the effort's energy draining... until you find the jacket's zipper and tug. It falls around you, the cold air hitting your nude bodies.

Lance shrieks loudly, jumping up, one hand covering himself. You weakly pull the jacket around yourself, shielding you.

"What was that for?!" Lance shivers.

"RIP you." You slowly pull your underwear on and clasp your bra, blinking back tears and your body's signs of protest. You toss him his jacket and he put his arms in the sleeves before he slips on his boxers.

When he turns around, you're back in your overalls and boots. You can already feel your blood starting to spread to your clothes.

"What are you doing?!"