Ipliers x reader x Septics Oneshot book

We're getting there (Illnois x Tribal reader)

It was another day in the hot jungle. Illinois was with his partner and cameraman Charles as they were exploring the untamed wild once again.

Charles was endlessly chasing after Illinois with his camera as he documented his every move and word as Illinois began to ramble about the forest around them.

"This Place can be very dangerous. But luckily, I know my ways in and out of this place." He said confidently. Even though truthfully, he had no idea where he was.

"Alright sir." Charles turned off the camera. "That's enough for today. I'll send it to the studio so they can start broadcasting it." He smiles bashfully. Charles was the nerdy, shy type and would never be as strong and confident as Illinois.

"Rightfully so Charles." Illinois sits down on a broken log. "Anyway. I need to reach some high ground to see if we can find a lake so we can get some water to boil for fresh drinks..."

Illinois was looking down at his map and using his compass to find out where they were. Not noticing a stuttering a sputtering Charles point behind him.

"S-sir...b-behind you! L-L-Look behind y-you..." He stutters as he points toward the tree line. Where a figure was watching them from the tree branches.

There stood a tall, but beautiful and muscular women who was watching them. Wearing wolf skin clothing around her hips with painted markings all over her arms and legs and around her neck.

"What?" Illinois rose a brow, looking up from his map and turning behind him. "Oh Jesus fuck she's topless." He quickly covered his eyes and turned away. His face red.

"S-she has a spear!" Charles hides behind Illinois. "Sir! Do s-something!" He watched the women get closer.

"I don't know how to handle this!" Illinois whispers. "I've discovered caves, and fought off animals. Not...discovering a tribe that hasn't been in touch with the modern world for...who knows how long?!" Illinois whispers at him angrily.

Illinois tensed up as the lady stepped closer. "Charles get the camera..." He whispers. Turning toward the strange women. "Uh...hello!" He waved his hand.

The women flinched and backed away from him. Holding the spear menacingly, they seemed hesitate, but curious of them.

"Whoa there..." Illinois leans closer. His hands slowly grabbing the spear and pushing it down. "Calm down...I'm not here to hurt you."

The women stared up at him, her hands quickly grabbing his face and feeling his cheeks, chin, and even eyes.

"Ow!" Illinois winced as she pulled on his tuff beard. Before grabbing her wrists and pushing them away. "Weird. How about we start off slow?" He said nervously.

The women stared at him. Trying to figure what he wanted from her.

"Like...this." He held out his palm. To see if she knew what a handshake was.

But the women reached out. Holding his palm and running her thumbs over his. Her lips turning into an upward smile.

"Okay. Well...this is a start." Illinois mumbled. Watching this women feel around his palm with great interest.

"She does look like a fine piece of work..." He said over at Charles. Who was still recording this.

"Sir? Do you...want me to send this to the studio?"

"No, actually. Don't." He mumbled. "Delete the video. I don't want the news discovering about this tribe. We don't know if they're hostile yet." He watched as the women held his palm, pulling it away. 

"S-So...how are we going to handle this?" Charles mumbled, watching as the women looked around at Illinois and poked at his shirt and hat.

"We're getting there."