Survivor: Isla Nublar

Days 4 & 5

Just like the past two mornings, Owen was the first one to wake up. He was starting to doubt Claire's claim that she was an early bird. The sun rose around 6:45AM on Isla Nublar, and if he didn't wake her up, she would probably sleep throughout the day.

He slowly started to blow the few strands of her long red hair he had on his lips and brushed the rest of it off his face. He had spooned her all night, it seemed, judging by the position he had found himself in. He slowly rested her hair over her shoulder, his fingers gently sliding across her warm freckled skin. He inhaled the pure air surrounding them, and after releasing a long sigh, he adjusted and turned on his back, folding his arms under his head and just let his eyes take in the beautiful blue sky above.

It didn't take him long to acknowledge the little tent his morning wood had formed under the blanket they were sharing. He sighed again and cautiously ran his arm under the blanket and reached for it, undoing his pants in the process.

His eyes fell on the woman soundly asleep next to him; he decided to get up and go for a walk around the trees a few meters away from their little camping spot to take care of what the scent of her pheromones had awakened in him.

Owen also grabbed their jars on his way to find a private corner to handle himself, so he could take advantage of his little trip to get more water.

He was back just in time to find Claire sitting on their blankets, fixing her hair into a pony tail. Her eyes lit up at the view of their jars filled with water.

"Good morning to us!" She celebrated, fixing her top and putting her shoes on, before she carefully stood up and helped him with the boiling process.

"I couldn't find any decent breakfast today, I'm sorry." Owen apologized.

"It's okay. We'll find something on our way." Claire smiled softly before she grabbed one of the jars and set it over the fire he had just started.

"I think we should share one and take the other one with us. I don't know how long it will be until we find more." He rubbed the back of his neck. Boiling water took its time, and they couldn't afford to stay in that spot any longer: they had already lost about an hour of light, which meant they had to hurry their step if they wanted to make up for it.

Claire helped folding their blankets and making sure all their belongings were inside their backpacks while Owen checked on their water. She found his shoes and brought them to him so he could start getting ready.

Owen smiled back at her and put them on; once their water was ready, he let her have the first sips. They took turns with the same jar before they agreed to take off.

Claire fixed her backpack over her shoulders and smiled softly at the feeling of Owen's hand caressing her shoulder, making sure she wasn't wearing it too loose. Once they exchanged a look, they started walking south. It was time to find their way to the shore and continue their journey.

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"You always have to be a jerk!" Claire pushed Owen away from her. Every day seemed to go that way: she would wake up in a good mood, wanting to collaborate and try that thing people called team work, but he always found ways to infuriate her.

Owen chuckled. He found it sexy that she was so explosive and intense. No one could really blame him for trying to push her buttons.

"I'm just saying, if you are feeling like your skin is dry, fresh shit can do the trick." He laugh.

"Fuck you." She crossed her arms against her chest and started walking faster, a frown heavy between her brows.

"It's even better than the mud they use for those masks at the spa — and cheaper! That one was a free sample." He looked behind, pointing out at the pile of crap they had found on their path.

"I said, Fuck. You!" She didn't want to hear it. Claire was just expressing how uncomfortable she was feeling, trying to vent a little, and he always found a way to mock her. "I'm done talking to you!" She abruptly snatched her shoulders away from his hands.

"You can't just spend all the time without talking to me." He chuckled, running his fingers along her ponytail — something he had learned she liked. "Humans need company and communication as much as food and water."

"Maybe we can find a troop of monkeys you can satisfy that tertiary need with..." She offered. "You stupid caveman." She grunted under her breath. "Maybe they'll adopt you, too."

Claire stopped ranting the moment she felt his hand tightly massaging the back of her neck: the sensation of his finger pads against her nape triggered something inside of her. She gulped and slowly turned her eyes up, making contact with his.

His chest was puffed out as he stood tall in front of Claire, but his gaze was gentle on her. She moaned lightly, unable to break the penetrating communication their eyes were having.

Owen took a step closer, his fingers still gentle but firm around her, before he slowly let go of her neck, letting his digits linger through her hair.

Claire gulped. He took another step closer, and that made her move one foot back, ready to step back if he got closer.

"Alright then." He smiled, almost as if sealing the unspoken agreement they had discussed only with their eyes and their body language: he was in charge here, but he would take good care of her and protect her.

Claire sighed and nodded her head lightly, her fingers slowly brushing his bicep as she turned around so they could resume their walk. "What?" She tilted her head, following Owen's hazel eyes, which were admiring a red tail boa.

"HOLY SH—"

"Shhhh!!"

"Don't you shh—"

"Shhh..." Owen slowly took her hand, moving smoothly towards the snake who was coming down from a tree, probably in search of some water.

"No, Owen! Are you crazy!?" She pulled back from his hand, watching him reach out with his free one.

"It's a boa... they are harmless!" He assured her, his hand untangling from hers, her fingers curling around his bicep.

"But it's so large and thick!" She didn't believe him, "And I'm sure those teeth aren't just part of her charm."

"Interesting how you are assuming it's a she." Owen teased her. Claire rolled her eyes. "it's just a baby..." He let the snake slide around his arm, highlighting the vein that ran between his muscles.

Claire sheltered her body behind him, letting their fingers lace when Owen reached back for her hand. He felt her panting against his ear, hesitantly letting her arm rest on his as the snake slowly made its way along his limb.

Claire narrowed her eyes, watching the snake take its long thin black tongue out, hid from her view behind Owen's neck. She couldn't help noticing the scent of testosterone feeding her nostrils.

"I changed my mind." She quickly pulled her hand from him, letting her nerves get the best of her and shiver away from Owen, turning her back to him.

Owen laughed, giving the snake its freedom and setting it back down on the branch it had come from. "You are seriously not scared of her."

"So, it is a she, huh?" Claire smiled, slightly proud.

"They are larger and more rounded." He nodded. "And by the way, if large, thick and round intimidate you...you don't wanna see me naked." He winked charmingly.

Claire rolled her eyes and scoffed audibly. "Oh. My. God. Please." She looked away, before a tiny smirk grew on her face. "By experience, though...only men with tiny dicks feel the need to brag about their size." She added, raising her eyebrows provocatively.

Owen was already rubbing his fingers against the front of his pants, a mischievous smirk on his face, Claire's eyes watching him thoughtfully.

"What...?" She breathed, already knowing she would regret asking that. She always regretted everything that came after that silly — and VERY charming — smirk of his.

"By 'experience'... would you call this small?" He flattened his pants around his crotch, his evidently large dick resting under them. Four days in the wild had already slowly waken up very primal behavior and instincts in both of them, making him ignore what might be completely frowned upon and labeled as borderline harassment in the eyes of society.

Claire could swear his flaccid cock was almost as long as his thigh. She could clearly see it leaning slightly to the right and it was very inviting. The thickness of it made her slightly adjust on her feet, unaware she had taken more than a second to stare.

"You are vulgar and inappropriate." Claire scoffed, looking away, completely failing to look annoyed by his advances.

"We are out here alone, just chill a little bit. Enjoy the freedom, away from oversensitive judgment." Owen suggested, before resting his hand on her shoulder on his way to the side of the path, taking his backpack off and looking for his camera.

"So, I just saved our contestant from a dreadful red tail boa. I am sorry you guys missed it, but it was a chaos out here: lots of screaming and crying." He started narrating while facing the camera, trying to see if he could find the snake, but it was already gone. "Claire wouldn't believe me when I said they came in that size." He grinned, the redhead beside him rolling her eyes. "It was definitely thick...let me tell ya, she was intimidated. Could she ever get over the initial shock and act on her instincts and reach out for it and stroke it?" He gave the camera a look and offered a thoughtful stare.

Claire pursed her lips and looked up while shaking her head, not amused by his little tease. "It sure was almighty." She agreed, making Owen's face break into a cocky smile. "If that's how it looked while resting, I can only imagine how it looks when it's ready to attack." She looked over and let her eyes fall on his. "And about stroking it, I don't know...maybe next time I come face to face with it I won't be so shy." She shrugged, internally laughing at Owen's audible gulp.