Lost at Sea ( Blue lagoon inspired.) *Completed*

Awkward? Not us.

I woke up naked, with an arm around my waist, and a body spooning me from behind. I smiled when the memories from last night came back to me in vivid detail. I smiled even more when Dylan pulled me back towards his chest, kissed my neck, and murmured a gruff good morning.

"Good morning." I answered back. He pulled me more and when I got my bearing back,  I was lying in my back and he was poised above me, his chest brushing my breasts. "How are you baby?" He asked me meaningfully.

I blushed but answered. "Just a bit sore, but it'll pass."

"Are you up to more?" He said, kissing my neck. My heart immediately speeding up.

"Yes..." And it wasn't until 2 hours that we left to hunt.

"What shall we do today?" I asked Dylan when we finished breakfast.

"I don't know, what do you have in mind?"

"I don't know, I'm just bored."

"We can always expand the hut, create a bigger space for the fire, or maybe use the ax and create chests and boxes for the fabrics we brought."

"I think we should expand. Which wall will be easier to remove, you think?"

"The one on my side. The nots loosened when we had to stop and search for more logs."

"But we used all we had to make the wall, how are we gonna find more?"

"We have an axe now. I'll cut them down, and we'll have a longer wall. It's to our advantage anyway, if we preserve the wall we take down, we can use it if any of the others breaks down. You'll untie the logs while I cut down the palm trees?"

"Sure, baby." We left each to our respective chores after a kiss. I struggled a lot with the vines, they were loose, but not so loose that it became easy to untie. Some I had to cut with the knife. I am not overly proud about looks, but I confess I got kinda sad that, by lunch time, all my nails were broken. I was also glad though, that I had the unusual thought of putting a nail Polish in my pencil case. I never leave home without my pencil case and makeup case bag, so I had them here with me in the island, however, I didn't see much use in applying make in a deserted island with only two people on it. I kept working in after I finished my chore though. I took up the hunting knife and went gathering wood for the fire. I chopped off the branches of a dead tree, by the river and carried back to our hut. When I arrived, he had already finished chopping the trees and measuring them to make the new wall. I put the wood down near the hut and went to him.

"What next?" I asked him.

"We bind. Did you manage to save the vines or do I need to get more?"

"I saved most but not all, they were too tight and I couldn't unfasten them,"

"All right, we'll see if its enough."

We started building up the wall again. The new longer logs made it more awkward, more difficult to build. We finished that wall by sunset, and since we had to change another wall yet to get the more space we wanted, we left it for next day. It was then I noticed the fire was almost out.

"Dylan, the fire is almost out... what are we gonna do? It's already darkening if we don't build it back up we're going to freeze during the night." He ran inside, where I was cleaning the hut a bit and he messed with the ash and dying embers.

"Get me more wood baby." I left the hut with just a thin sheet around me so as not to prickle my breasts with the hard wood, and brought it inside. He fed the fire with very small twigs and when they finally managed to burn, he added more and more until the fire started blazing again and I sighed in relief.