The island (Closed for Innerkitty)

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PROLOGUE

Atlantic ocean - Year 1846

The storm was fierce and Captain Jacobs ordered the lifeboats to be ready for use. So far the ship managed to stand against the waves but he feared that the storm had not reached it´s full power. The responsibility Jacobs felt for his crew and passengers gnawed at his heart. He hoped they would get out of this mess unscathed but he also knew it was unlikely.

When the storm reached it´s peak Jacobs had no other choice than to send out the lifeboats. The ship was breaking apart and with heavy heart he gave the order. There was not enough lifeboats for every man and woman on the ship so the passengers was the first to board the boats.

Two women had grown very close on the journey and they was placed next to eachother. Jane Cunningham tried to comfort her friend Emma Grayson by touching her shoulder. They where both widows and had immediately found support in one another. They had one other thing in common. They both had a small child in their arms. 4 year old Samantha Cunningham was clinging to her mother in fear, her eyes shone with tears. 5 year old Lucas Grayson did not make a sound. He was afraid but also fascinated with everything that was happening.

The lifeboat was lowered into the water and the storm was quick to take the reins. The two women hang on to both the boat and their children with all their strength as the men tried to take them to safety.

After two hours of constant struggle the storm vanished, but not before swiping two of the men overboard. Emma Grayson was badly hurt and did not survive. Jane cried for her friend and promised to raise Emmas son as if he was her own flesh and blood.

Eighteen hours later They saw land in the distance. Four hours of struggle later they felt land under their feet. The only ones that survived the terror was Jane, the children and a man who´s name was Joe.
 
The island - Year 1860

Lucas stared out into the ocean. He was now 19 years of age and was a handsome young man. He missed Lady Jane. The only thing he knew of his real mother is what Jane had told him. Now Jane was dead. She had been sick a long time and it was Lucas and Samantha that took care of her until the end. Jane had tried to cultivate himself and Samantha, with both some success and some failure.

Jane had told Lucas that he was an image of his long dead father. With long dark hair and blue eyes he had been the attraction back in New York among the young ladies. He had just laughed, no idea what that meant. The only young woman he had ever met was Samantha and she could be very annoying at times. If all young ladies was like her Lucas would be very frustrated.

The thing that frustrated Lucas most at the moment was the dreams he had at night. It was very strange. He could not recall them but when he awoke he had to take on a new loin cloth as the one he weared during the night was soiled with some dried substance. It was very unnerving and he could not figure out what was wrong with him. Suddenly he hear light footsteps on the ground behind him and know it is Samantha.
 
Samatha

Lucas was acting strange. Samantha couldn't figure it out. Was he bleeding like she sometimes did? If so, why didn't he talk to her about it, she'd certainly talked to him. So why was he hiding from her? She was a better seeker than he was a hider anyway. And why was he changing his loin cloths so much?

"Lucas?" Samatha called, as she walked up behind him. He was changing his loin cloth... again. She stood tall, her blond hair blowing in the wind, arms crossed, waiting.
"Lucas? What is going on with you, you bleeding? You change a loincloth a day."
 
Lucas

"Lucas? What is going on with you, you bleeding? You change a loincloth a day." Her voice was warm with concern, but he could also hear some irritation. Lucas face went red. He had no idea she knew what he was doing. It was just to embarissing to tell her. Especially since he did not know what was wrong with him.

He turned to Samantha with his face as neutral he could manage. She was one year younger than him and almost as tall. She was dressed almost like himself. The only difference was the piece of cloth covering her breasts. The difference in male and female physiology Was becoming more and more fascinating to Lucas. He had watched her taking her morning swims in the ocean more than once. He just could not help it.

He tried to hide his embaressment from her. It was just something he rather didn´t discuss with her. He avoided her eyes.

"Nothing is wrong." Then he thought of something. "How do you know that i change my loincloth every day? You keep an eye on me?" Lucas was not sure if he was annoyed or amused.
 
Samantha

"Well, yes... I mean," she felt her face getting warm (what an odd sensation), "there is no one else here and we do sleep together. You've been waking me up at night with your moaning and thrashing about." She unfolded one arm, revealing one barely covered breast fully.
All at once she was angry.
Why did he make her feel so stupid? Why did it feel like she was being accused of something bad? He was the only one her but herself! Who else should she be watching? Why was she so angry?! Why did he make her feel foolish for caring? "I am just worried about you! You don't talk to me any more and you stare at me and when I look up you won't look at my face! What is wrong with you?!"
Suddenly, angry tears trailed down her face. Since they were small, he could always make her angry enough to cry. He used to tease her about it constantly. She had managed to hide it of late, but her frustration with her friend's recent distance from her came crashing down on her all at once. Turning on her heel she ran back through the jungle away from him. She would not stand there and cry when all she had tried to do was help. Lucas could be so mean....
 
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Lucas

Lucas stared long after Samantha. It was so frustrating. Why was things so complicated. Where was his playmate? The girl he used to have so much fun with. This time he was not sure that it was not his fault she ran away. He ran a hand over his face in frustration as his eyes where locked at the jungle where she had dissapeared. He felt a sting of guilt about the words he said to her. He tried to convince himself that he did nothing wrong but he could not quite believe it. All the anger and frustration left him restless so he headed out in the water. The ocean was his haven when it all became to much. He spent his power in the water until he was ready to go back to their camp. He felt a little better as he was determined to not let Samantha get him moody again. She did that so easily these days.
 
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Samantha

LUCAS! Ah! he makes me so mad! thought Samatha, kicking at a rock.
She took her favorite route to the small lagoon she loved. Staring at its blue water, she feels the need to swim. Stripping off her clothing she jumps into the water.
Free, here she felt free and strong and sure of herself and her place in the world. Here she was the dolphin, fast and strong and unworried. She dove to the bottom of the lagoons deeper places and gathered shells and interesting rocks. Bringing them to the surface she put them up on the beach and looked at them in the sun. Bored of that after a while, she returns to the water, swimming, floating, burining off the anger and worry she felt for Lucas. He would come to her when he was ready, just as she had when the bleeding had started. The late afternoon passed and she layed up on the beach under a tree and let the warmth of the sand, the sound of the water lapping the shore, birds singing and the wind winding its way through the trees to lull her to sleep...
The afternoon passed into night, she rolled over in the sand.. dreaming

a warm hand is touching me, Lucas's hand. He is petting her hair, running his fingers through her blond tresses gently. He isn't speaking but he is looking at her very intently. He touches her face, neck shoulders, chest, there he stops for a while playing with her boobies. Round and round the tips of them... strangely it feels like a tickle, but also something more and she doesn't want him to stop... it feels so good. She feels a tightening in her 'nethers' a kind of burning, clinching feeling. And she feels like there are butterflies in her stomach. She can smell his body and she takes a deep breath. He moves to her stomach, it flutters involuntarily. He pushes her back gently and lays upon her. Their chests touching she is surprised by how good it feels. Her back has chills running up and down her spine, she kisses his cheek. He lifts up and looks in her eyes. There is something strange and exciting about the look in his eyes. He bends down and touches his lips to hers. Her lips touch his and the strangest sensation of longing over takes her mouth and she presses her lips to his, again and again, the warmth of his lips is so very inticing, she doesnt want him to stop kissing her. She feels his hand sliding down to her bottom, and as he grabs it chills run over her whole body and she takes in a deep breath, bending one leg at the knee. He shifts his weight and a new stronger sensation of warmth and longing for something (what) from her nethers... but she knows she doesn't want him to get off of her... "oooo" she moans ....


Asleep on the beach, she is lost in her dream the moonlight reflecting off of her blond hair, her smooth skin silver in the lunar light....
 
Lucas

Lucas could not relax. He was just to restless. his emotions kept pendling between worry and anger. Where was samantha? It was dark and she hadn´t returned. It was not like her. Even in anger Samantha would not stay away from home after dark. Something must have happened to her. Every danger he could think of went through his mind. The island was not dangerous but there still was wild animals that could be bold enough to attack humans.

He knew there was few places on the island where he could try and find her. The most probable place was the lagoon. She really loved that area. Lucas must admit he found it beautiful as well. He picked up a spear he had made himself. Just for defending himself. afterall he did not know if Samantha was in any danger. He started the walk down the trail, leading to the lagoon.

The sight that greeted him forced a relieved breath from his lungs. Samantha was lying on the beach. She was sleeping. Lucas relief turns to anger. The worry she put him through and here she was sleeping. With no worry in the world.

So totally absorbed by his anger he strides towards her sleeping form. Just a few feet away from her he halts abrubtly. Now he sees what he missed earlier. She is totally nude. Lucas is totally struck by the form of her body. He have seen her body every day but not like this. The usual feeling in his groin return with full power. He was used to it by now. That feeling started to show a few years ago. But not this strongly. Strangely it was mostly when he saw Samantha or thought of her it appeared. He got hard and that was very uncomfortable. It surely made it hard to pee.

Lucas sat down on his knees beside the sleeping Samantha. He was almost afraid to wake her up. So he just let his eyes drink in her body. Her breasts with the darker tips, her curves and finally the mound between her thighs. It was slightly covered with dark blonde hair. Almost the same color of ther hair on her head. Lucas sat there in awe. Without thinking he reaches out and wipes a string of hair from her face.
 
samantha dreams

"ooooommmm...." Samantha moans in her sleep as Lucas touches her hair, gently brushing against her skin. she rolls from her side to her back, the moonlight causing her skin to glow eerily. "Lucas... don't stop..." she whispers quitely still asleep. She moves her hands down her stomach gently exhaling...

Lucas presses his lower body against hers and she lets out a moan. He puts a nipple in his mouth and she arches her back to meet his hungry mouth. Lucas... don't stop... she whipers to the top of his head. He kisses her stomach licking her belly button around and around-her hands are tangled in his hair. the feeling in her nethers is reaching painful proportions and she adjusts her legs so he can lay more fully on her body... ooo, it feels so nice.... she feels something down there clench again.... she want to feel that feeling and thrusts her hips up against him

As she lays there asleep she moans and lifts her chest then her hips while her hands up and down her abdomen... still sleeping she breaks out in tiny beads of sweat glowing like little pearls in the moonlight.......
 
Lucas

Every thought of their previous dissagreement fled Lucas mind as he looked down at his childhood friend. Her moans and her hands moving up and down her abdomen makes his stomach go berzerk. He feels sweat on his forehead and his member feels uncomfortably hard under his loincloth. He leans over her, with his ear close to her mouth when she whispers his name. The breath she exhales, touches his chin and he get goosebumps all over his body.

Looking down at her Lucas feel feverish with a feeling he haven´t had before. It had to do with Samantha lying there in front of him. Obviously dreaming about him. Without much thought he leans over her again. Maybe it is curiosity or maybe it is something else. His hand reaches out, following the route she made on her abdomen with her own. Softly stroking a path behind her own hand. With a sigh his mouth meet hers in a kiss.
 
in her dream

In her dream Lucas is kissing her, and she kisses him back, his tounge gently touching hers, she likes the feeling and arches her back to meet his chest. Suddenly she realises she isn't dreaming!
Samantha's eyes open in surprise to see Lucas laying over her kissing her!
"MMMMMMPHHFFF!!" She pushes against him, trying to wiggle out from under him, pulling her entire naked body right infront of his now open eyes.
"Lucas!" she screams gathering her clothing around her, "what do you think you are doing? You kissed me! What....why...w-why did you do that?" Now tying on her breast band and her thong and looking at him questioningly...
 
It takes a moment for Lucas to gather his thoughts. The shocked expression on Samanthas face does not ease the embaressment he feels. This must be the strangest sensation he had ever endured. From feeling heat all over his body to the cold he feels at this moment. He avoids her eyes as he awkwardly stands up in front of her. Even through his shame his member does not soften. That just adds to his shame and worry. He sighs deepy. "I do not know what i was doing or why." He finally look up. "I felt something. Not sure of what or why." He looks down again. "I am sorry."
 
samanta softens

Seeing Lucas dejected look, Samantha relaxes. "Lucas...Lucas it is all right." Holding her hand up to him, "come, sit beside me."
As he does so, she looks out over the lagoon. "It .... it was actually, nice." She turns and looks at his face in the moonlight.
They sit in silence for a moment.
'I had a strange dream... a-and I want to tell you about it... m-maybe you can help me figure out what it means."

She begins to tell him of her dream......
 
Lucas

He listens intently on her describing her dream to him as good as she can. When she have told him of it she looks t him questionly. Lucas shakes his head. He have no idea what the dream meant. The only thing he knew was that he and Samantha had both acted strange lately when they where around each other.

She excited him in a way she had not done before. "I don´t know what it means but lately when i look at you or think of you something is happening in my stomach. And my body acts so very strange." He looks down at his erection that still make a bulge in his loincloth.
 
samatha and lucas talk

"Lucas..." Samatha starts.. then hesitates and looks at the ground.
"Oh, never mind, forget it, lets go back home", She stands up quickly and adjusting her clothes, she walks back toward their home. She walks with her arms crossed and head down, staring at the ground in front of her, her shoulders bent forward. She does not look back at Lucas.
 
Lucas sits a couple of more minutes. He watches her leave with sorrow. Why was things not as they used to. He sighed deeply and stood up and followed her to camp. It was almost morning and he decided to catch their breakfast. He give Samantha a quick look before he grabs his fishing spear.

Deep in thoughts he headed out in the water of the ocean. He knew he had to be careful to avoid stepping on sharp stones so he took every step carefully. One time he had taken a swim outside the reef and it had almost been his last. He thankfully had seen the fin in time and managed to get on the right side. The shark had nearly gotten him that time. That was not the only time he almost was shark bait. He had a habit of pressing his luck outside the reef. He did not tell Samantha that though. No need to worry her. He did it just to vent some steam.

He lifted the spear high in the air and threw it down in the water. Aiming for a small fish. The fast bugger managed to escape and Lucas lifted it again. Sooner or later they would have their breakfast.
 
she watches

Samantha watches Lucas leave. Her body is still aching from the dream...from his kiss. She is very confused and tears of frustration stream down her face. She begins the morning tasks of cleaning the camp and preparing a fire to cook... but decides not start.
She decides to go after him. She needs to talk to him, to see him, kiss him, she suddenly doesn't want to be alone, or maybe she just wants to be with him- it doesn't matter, she decides, she runs down the path towards where he has gone to fish.

She bursts out of the jungle in her hurry to be near him again, then stops in her tracks as she sees him.
His tanned skin is glistening with drops of water, the morning sun reflecting off of them like jewels. She watches his muscles moving under his skin as he fishes and a deep longing to touch them comes over her. Slowly she walks to where he is. She hasn't been here often and doesn't notice the sharp rocks. She steps on one, stumbling with the pain in her foot. Falling she cuts her leg and left buttock on others. Wincing with pain and angry at her own foolishness she moves back toward the grassy floor of the jungle.

She sits down, trying to find a comfortable position, and looks at her wounds. The one on her foot is fairly deep, and her bottom really hurts. She sees a lot of blood and tries to staunch it with grass and the edge of her skirt. She looks up to see Lucas still trying to catch breakfast. She is caught up in a whirl of emotion, she wants him to come to her, but she doesn't want him to see how foolish she has been, but at the same time she wants him to take care of her wounds.. to kiss the pain away like they did when they were children...to kiss her... she feels a deepening ache in her abdomen.... yes, she definately wants him to kiss her...
 
Lucas smiles as he eyes the biggest catch of the day. Two rather big fishes and one that is even bigger. A superb breakfast he thinks to himself as he walks theough the shallow waves towards the beach. Carefully avoiding the sharp stones in his path.

He walks the same path he came and notices blood on the ground. His body stiffens and he looks closer. With only Samantha on this island it can only be her blood. There is a blood trail leading back towards the jungle and he quickens his steps. He is quite alarmed as he sees Samantha sitting down on the grass in the outskirts of the jungle.

He runs over to her with the breath caught in his throat. "Sam. Are you hurt?" Then he sees the deep cut under her foot and immediately grabs it to look closer at her wound.
 
samantha's injuries

As he grabs her foot to look, he yanks her leg causing her to fall upon her injured buttock, "Ow, Lucas! Stop it!" Tears of pain and embarrassment trail down her face as the wound re opens and blood begins to seep onto the grass she is sitting upon.
She tries to get her foot back from him but only hurts herself worse. She stops struggling and lets him see her foot. His touch burns her skin and she watches him intently looking at her foot. .. at the muscles working in his jaw. He is mad at her... he only clenches his jaw like that when he is mad. "Lucas...I am sorry, I followed you.... I didn't want to be alone... and I walked out on the rocks...I didn't know how sharp they were...I fell... I am sorry... I shouldn't have come....I'm so stupid..." she sobs...tears falling faster now as the pain takes over.
 
(OOC, Sorry for the late reply.)

Lucas struggles not to bark at her. He is angry. She should be more careful. She was lucky. The wound on her foot could have been much deeper. Finally when he is satisfied that she will be fine he realises that Samantha is sobbing. "It will be alright hun." He sits down next to her and takes her trembling body in his arms. "I will take care of you." He mumbles as he rocks her in his arms, just like when rthey where younger. The only difference is that she did not have the curves then. He suppresses his excitement as he sits there with her in his arms.
 
samantha is embarassed

OOC: :) glad you found a bit of time!

His arms around her are warm and strong and comforting... and she feels a little faint at his closeness. Her face feels very warm, but she can't stop the tears that stream down her face and for a moment she gives into the sobs. She doesn't want him mad at her, she doesnt' want him to go anywhere without her. she smells the mixture of sea and sweat on his body, he smells so good...

He begins to rock her to calm her, which normally would have worked except she has an open wound on her bottom. and he rocks her on it, digging the grass into it. It is much deeper than the wound on her foot and she cries out. "Ummmph! Please, stop! Lucas!" pushing against him putting more pressure on her wound, "owww, please let go of me Lucas." Fresh tears stream down her face as she puts her hand over her bottom trying to sooth the pain there. She can feel the wound is slick with fresh blood and she tries to put some of her skirt into it to stop it. She doesn't want him to see it, but she can't see how bad it is or how to heal it. She doesn't know what to do. Frustration overtakes her. "You just made it worse! Why can't you be careful?" she cries at him angrily embarrassed.
 
Lucas is frustrated

Lucas feel quite frustrated. Nothing he does is pleasing her. The urge to just leave her is strong but he know he can't do it. Her crying just get on his nerves. He stops rocking her and simply turns her over in his lap. He can't help but feeling a little aroused as he have her bottom right in front of his eyes. It is only covered by her loin cloth.

He immediately sees the wound on her buttock. He don't have to remove the piece covering her butt. The wound don't look serious. It is a little deep but if he clean it, it will heal good. "It ain't that bad Samantha. I will clean it for you." He touches the sides of the wound and presses it lightly to see how deep it is. "It is not very deep." He takes up a leaf from his fishing bag and rubs it between the palms of his hands. Then he presses it lightly against her wound. He had learned that those leafs had a pain reducing effect. "This will help against the pain." He says softly.
 
Samantha's bewildered

Lucas rolls her over on her stomach as if she is light as a feather.
oooo he is so strong.... When he presses on the wound she tries not to cry out, gritting her teeth against the pain. Then he puts a medicinal herb on it and the pain begins to abate.

"L-lucas, please," she pauses for a moment, "d-don't be mad at me." she looks over her shoulder at his face.

For a moment he is lost in concentration, a strange look on his face, she sees something new in his eyes for just a fleeting moment. "Lucas?" she asks, "is it gonna be okay? It really feels much better now," she twists her body toward him trying to lift herself, his hands on her bottom feel like fire and pin her somewhat to his lap, she struggles to face him, begins to smile and chuckle a bit and gives up.
"I know, don't fight the doctor..." she looks over her shoulder again at him, "It really does feel a lot better, she bends her hips upward to allow him better access to the wound, she notes his face changing again. "Lucas, are you okay? Is something wrong? did I do... something wrong?"

Oh, why is he always mad at me?, she thinks sadly.
 
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