Paradise (Open for 1 female, pm me if interrested)

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Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 1840

Abigail Pennant saw the large vessel go down in the waves. Same waves that had taken her husbands life just some minutes ago. Her eyes was misty with unshed tears as she held on to the precious cargo in her arms. She forced a smile as she looked down at her screaming daughter Freya. The girl was only a couple of months old but had a great lung capacity.

The boy she held under her other arm was silent and looked up at her with trust in his blue eyes. She kissed both children on their smooth cheeks. I still have you my beautiful daughter she thought with sorrow. She didn't know the boy's name. She had grabbed him as his mother fell to her death from the ship. She never knew the young woman but felt for the boy. I will love you as if you are my own she promised him.

"I will call you Lucas after my husband." She mumbled before she kissed him on his dark hair.

"Land ahead." The only other survivor on the boat screamed excitedly. The man was in his sixties and he smiled encouragely at Abigail.

An island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 1858

The grave was as deep as Lucas had been able to make it with only a stone as a tool. Now Abigail Pennant rested there beside Frederick Myer. Lucas held his arm around Freya's shoulder. He felt her shudder and sighed.

"She will be missed." He said with feeling. He knew that Abigail wasn't his mother but she had always treated him as a son. Both he and Freya was eighteen years old and now they where alone on the island.

He led her back to their camp close to the beach. She sat down on the blanket she used as a bed, while Lucas started a fire and roasted some fish he had caught. He glanced over at Freya more than once. With Abigail dead she was all that he cared about. She would be safe no matter what. He would not stand for losing another he loved.

He met her gae and smiled as he placed the fish on a wood plate and brought it to her. The last couple of years he had felt his body react to her in an unnerving way. He was used to see her in the loin cloth and the cloth covering her breasts. He was dressed the same way, except for the breast covering cloth.

When they where kids they ran around nude but as they grew older Abigail insisted for them to adjust to proper decency. I will give my life for her he thought with no surprise to himself.
 
Freya tried to smile back at Lucas, but found the effort was weak, anf failed as she took the plate. She didn't have much of an appetite, either, and set teh fish aside, to look out toward the sea.

She had never known her father, and now she had lost her mother. She felt a hole inside of herself, and it filled with sorrow. She felt lonely.

It wasn't that she didn't love Lucas, or that she didn't have an unbreakable bond wiht him, it was just that she felt differently about him, lately, than she had as a child. He didnt' feel so much like a brother any more.

Now that they were grown, or getting there, she found that she looked at him differently. It almost made her uneasy, and she felt uncomfortable around him sometimes.

Not in a bad way. Just as if she was at odds over him.

When she let herself watch him ungaurded, when he didn't know she was looking, she found herself stirring in ways she had never known. She found herself attracted to him in ways she wasn't sure was okay.

He was handsome and, having spent the majority of his life on the island, he was fit.

She found her gazer shifting from him now as a warm blush spread over her cheeks. Pickign at her dinner, she tried not to let her thoughts convey themselves through her body.

He was all she had now.
 
Lucas was not hungry but he forced himself to eat some of the fish. He sent a look towards Freya and saw that she wasn't eating much either. He sighed inwardly. Now there was only the two of them and he didn't know what to say to her to raise her spirits. Before that had been no problem for him.

He stood up and took her plate and went to clean it in a small stream of water. While he was cleaning the plate his thoughts went back in time. To the more carefree days when he and Freya played and was loved by Abigail.

He returned to the camp and tried a smile to Freya. The sun was setting down.

"I will go and take a swim in the ocean before sleep." He turned and walked down to the beach.

Once there he rushed out to meet the waves and dived straight in.
 
Freya sat watched Lucas silently, letting her thoughts drift to her mother, and their youth. Whe had looked up when he spoke, and now that he wasn't there she felt lonely. Even more lonely tha before.

She felt tears well up in her eyes and she wiped at them angrily. She stood, telling herself not to be such a mope, and walked toward the water. She had thought about following Lucas in, but had decided that she wasn't in any mood or a swim,s o instead she just sat on teh beach and watch him and the waves.

She let the water lap at her toes, and the wet sand sink around her as she silently cried for her mother.

She didnt' want to think about her feelings for Lucas, not now, but they kept coming up- and she couldn't even ask about them. She'd feel a fool if she asked Lucas, but . . . then what was she going to do . . jsut keept hem inside?
 
Lucas felt the release of the waves against his body as he dived in and out of them. This was the only way he felt really free. The water and the adrenaline rushing in his veins. All that was washed away when he looked back to land. The lonely figure sitting on the beach was heartbreaking. She seemed so abandoned. He couldn't help feeling guilty.

He waded back ashore and stopped just in front of her. He saw the tears on her cheeks and dropped to his knees. He felt like a bastard. She needed comfort and he had just left to take a swim.

"It will be alright." He mumbled. He wasn't used to giving comfort. That had always been Abigail's role. He reached out and touched her wet cheek with his fingers. Then his arms wrapped around her, drawing her into a embrace.

"We will be alright. We have eachother, that is all that matters." He say softly and kisses her forehead.
 
Freya looked up when Lucas stood in front of her, and when he held her she curled into him, beginning to truly sob. She folded her arms against his chest and layher head on his shoulder, getting lost in his arms. She just wanted to be near him, she realized.

Somehow that made it all a little better.

"Lucas, we're all alone now. We don't have mom . .we don't have anybody."

She was trembling, even as she tried to wipe her tears away and calm herself, even as she tried to forget howm uch it hurt and how scared she was.

"What if something happens to one of us . . . then the other one will be all alone."
 
Lucas felt helpless as he felt her tremble in his arms. He just didn't know how to calm and comfort her. This was a new territory for him. To make matters worse was that he felt his body react to her closeness. Something it had done for quite some time. He felt his manhood swell under his loincloth and felt his face flush.

He gently let his hands stroke her back and marvelled at her soft and smooth skin.

"I will not let anything happen to you and i promise i won't leave." He muttered silently. He felt the sweat break out on his face. This was a delicate torture. He had avoided to hold her this close ever since he had started to react this way around her.
 
Freya curled agains thim a bit closer and looked up at him as she started to calm down. She hadn't seen him this close in a while now, and she had lmost forgotten how handsome his features could be. SHe wanted to reach up and touch his face, but something inside of her told her that it would be wrong . . that maybe that would cross some kind of invisible line.

Pushing away from him some she wiped at her eyes again and finally sat up on her own. She looked at him for a monute then stood.

"Let's go to bed, Lucas . . . I'm just tired, that's all."

She stood there for a moment longer, hisitating as she studied his eyes, then turning quickly and heading for her bed.

She just wasn't allowed to think what she was beinning to think, and it was better to go to sleep than to chance saying something she shouldn't.

Wasn't it?
 
Lucas looked after her as she walked away. He turned his head towards the water. Holding her in his arms was a great feeling. Her trust that he would keep her safe and well was gratifying. His response to her body so close when he held her was both scary and exciting.

He took one last glance at the water before he followed her to the camp. He felt the need to be close to her. He needed to be there if she needed him. He slowly walked over to where she lay and sat down beside her. He sighed softly and layed down beside her on the ground.

"Go to sleep Freya. I will watch over you." He whispered softly.
 
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