Til Death Do Us Part...NOT (Closed)

He actually glared at her as she asked him that. " Either it went down in the ocean and at best half the people on board survived... or it blew up in the crash, though the second option isn't likely otherwise our clothes would have been burned." He remarked. He had seen the looks she had given the other guy, and if she thought he wasn't the jealous type, that just went to show just how little she truly knew.

Even as he rolled his eyes though he shrugged. " You go that way, and i'll go this way. Travel about two hundred paces, and then come back. If you find anything, make sure you bring it back with you. I think we're somewhere near hawaii, though there are hundreds of islands there." He remarked easily, he looking to her as he sighed ever so faintly.

" I'm sorry... you know how much I hated flying to begin with, and then to have this happen. I'm sorry your stuck with me Angela, but hopefully we'll be rescued soon, and you can go back to wooing men left right and center." He knew she wasn't wanting to be here, and the truth was he wasn't either! He was tired of her using him, and that's how he felt it was... he felt that she used him.
 
" Either it went down in the ocean and at best half the people on board survived... or it blew up in the crash, though the second option isn't likely otherwise our clothes would have been burned."

Her eyes widened at his response and she had to keep from crying. She'd never seen him respond to her in such a way. She bit her lip and didn't say anything after that. Instead, she gave a short nod and kept repeating to herself silently, don't let him see you cry, it's a weakness. don't let him see you cry, it's a weakness. She swallowed hard and looked down. Angela absolutely hated being snapped at.

"It was just a question." she muttered. Besides, it wasn't like she went to the bathroom with the captain and fucked him...or nearly fucked him.

"You go that way, and i'll go this way. Travel about two hundred paces, and then come back. If you find anything, make sure you bring it back with you. I think we're somewhere near hawaii, though there are hundreds of islands there."

"Whatever." She said, trying to act as if her feelings weren't hurt even though they clearly were.


" I'm sorry... you know how much I hated flying to begin with, and then to have this happen. I'm sorry your stuck with me Angela, but hopefully we'll be rescued soon, and you can go back to wooing men left right and center.
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He acted like she asked to be put on a plane with him. She didn't asked to be assigned to this case let alone on a plane. She whipped her head around, "First of all, I don't woo men purposely. Second of all I didn't ask to be assigned to go to Paris with you. Third of all, it is not my fault your partner picked a plane of all transportation to use." she snapped, "Now, if you'll excuse me I have 200 paces to go." She said before turning to walk her 200 paces. She decided it was best not to mention his precious little flight attendant he'd spent most of his time flirting with; because like always ...she was bad guy so to speak!
 
He was tired, he was wet, and he himself was afraid that they wouldn't survive this. Even as she muttered that he shook his head slightly. " Nothing is simply a question with you Angela." He had learned that very well. She asked a question, and it meant ten different things. Even as she so glibly responded to his directions though his eyes narrowed.

" Your the one calling me captain. You want me to direct things, don't get all pissed off when I do just that. At least one of us is concerned for more then just her hair."

He wasn't afraid to stand up to her anymore... he didn't have to. Even as he watched her have her little spiel, he shook his head. " Forget the two hundred paces. You keep going that way, and i'll go this way. maybe we'll be better on our own." He wasn't putting up with her. Not anymore at least. In the past he would have... but he didn't 'need to'.

He didn't bother to let her know he knew she had basically whined at his partner when she had been informed she was working with him. He didn't tell her he had a very good feeling that she had someone on the plane, that strange man from across the row on her mind, which in fact, unlike what she though DID make him jealous...

Nor did he mention that he had tried to find some other transportation for them, but he hadn't been able to. If she wanted to try and survive on a foreign island with a guy she had been previously married to, she could get bent. He wasn't putting up with her anymore.
 
" Your the one calling me captain. You want me to direct things, don't get all pissed off when I do just that. At least one of us is concerned for more then just her hair."

He was trying to piss her off, now wasn't he? He knew she wasn't actually vain nor was she that bubble headed. She was just joking! She growled and whipped around glared at him. She was trying sooo hard not to appear jealous like he so clearly was. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it, then opened it again.

"I called you captain because I know you, you know how to lead better than I do you idiot!" There had truly been no sarcasm when she said it. Okay, maybe just a little but at the same time, she did know he knew better than she had about how to track or whatever.

" Forget the two hundred paces. You keep going that way, and i'll go this way. maybe we'll be better on our own."

"That is fine with me!" she snapped, glaring dagger at the man who had formerly been her husband. "What I saw in you I will never know." She stormed off, counting 200 paces and then some.
 
He glared right back at her as she 'said that'... he not understanding why she couldn't say anything without it either coming out as a whine or as a bitching insult. Even as he simply shook his head, he watched her go before he turned himself. His own anger was still boiling at that point, so he headed off on his own.

She was right of course, he WAS better at knowing what to do then she was, but he wasn't really thinking. He went for his two hundred paces, finding a few scraps of metal from the plane... it looked like it had broken apart when it had landed in the water, that had probably saved them more then anything else.

He had said nothing more to her as she had said that about what she had seen in him... he simply took off on his own. He delved a bit into the forest, finding a sturdy stick he fashioned himself a spear with which he could hunt using some surprisingly tough vine that he had also discovered. With that, he took off into the underbrush to do some hunting.

The sun looked like it was around noon... so he knew he had time to go hunting, and if he found some clean spring water... well all the better!
 
Angela for her part didn't realize it was actually noon by the sun or anything, but more so by her body. Her stomach growled, meaning it was lunch time. Her eyes searched the area for any type of food. Damian thought she couldn't survive without him, most likely. Well, she had done well so far. She lived on her in the city and despite the fact that she was still in love with him (even if he doubted that about her) she wasn't the sort of girl to keep begging him to love her if he really wasn't interested. Therefore, she could do well on a deserted island.

Sure, she wasn't a girl scout but she knew what good fruit looked like. As long as she didn't eat any unfamiliar looking fruit, then she wouldn't keel over and die. It wasn't that hard to figure out. Angela walked further down the beach, past a few more trees and spotted a few coconuts.

"Bingo." She said with a grin.

Angela began to climb the coconut tree, once she reached the top and she heard noises below her. Her blue eyes widened at the tiger clawing at the tree. Tigers could climb. She swallowed hard. That was...so not good. "D-Damian..." she said softly. Then she remembered that Damian wasn't even close enough to hear her. "DAMIAN!!!!! HELP!!" came her piercing scream.
 
Of course Damian wasn't close enough to hear her... they had left on very un-pleasant terms. She thought that he would believe that she was still in love with him after all the heart ache she had caused? Of course DURING their marriage most of the stress had been caused by him, but they had moved on beyond that... or so he thought. For Damian though, he was looking through the forest a bit... not delving too deeply, but just scouting the area. His spear would do well against most animals... so even as he went hunting a bit, he came across some mango looking fruit.

" Ah... this should do..." Though it was right then that he heard her piercing scream, it was quiet, clearly from far away, but when one was on a deserted island with nothing but nature around them, one tended to hear these things. Damian for his part didn't even think about the why or reasoning to his feet moving swiftly over the islands ground.. just as she had instincitvly held his hand on the plane, soo too now did he run towards the sound.

The truth of the matter was that Damian himself was still in love with her... but he was too cautious... she had always faulted him on that... that he was too worried, but even as he rushed through the forest, there was certainly no cautiousness. She could hear a slight rustling of the bushes before he leapt out, a spear in hand.

A glance to her, and a look to the tiger, and he frowned as he didn't even think. The shiney point of the metal of the spear glistened slightly as he jumped forwards, a strong arm shooting forwards, the metal tip drove into the tigers side deeply, the animal howling loudly in pain and turned to swipe at her ex husband.

He didn't think... he just jumped back out of those claw's range, his spear stabbing again, hitting the tiger in it's haunch... causing the beast to re-think it's meal strategy in favor of survival... but as it moved to 'leave'... Damian struck a third time, the spear catching the tiger in the neck this time, and within a bloody brutal moment... the tiger that had intended to eat her, was laying dead on the forest floor.

Damian's rationality returned to him after a moment and he staggered slightly, looking up to her. He deduced the reason for her being up there by the cocounts nearby, but he was still in slight shock over the events. " Are you all right?" He asked after a moment.
 
Angela sat frozen on the tree as she watched Damian fight off the tiger. It had taken him awhile to show up, but he had. After he'd finished fighting off the tiger and killing it. She stared at it blankly, not having climbed down from the tree. She was in a daze. She did not like being on a deserted island at all! She wanted to be in a hotel, no screw that! She wanted to be at home, safe where there was no wild animals or sea or anything!

" Are you all right?"

Angela was shaking from the fear that still resided in her. "I-I think so...." She said, swallowing hard. She still hadn't climbed down from the tree, though. It would probably be a good idea to do that. Biting her lip, she grabbed a few coconuts. After all, that was the whole point of risking her life with the tiger. She threw them on the ground and then climbed down the tree.

She threw Damian a glance, "Uh, thanks..."

Angela was hesitant however, to ask if she could join him because he had just banned her from staying with him and she didn't want him to think she actually needed him or anything, because she didn't. Okay, well maybe she did, a little. She didn't want to admit that, though!

There was a moment of silence and Angela would be damned before she would beg to come back with him. "So, um...I guess I'll be going.." Angela took a few steps in the opposite direction, hoping he'd ask her to come back with him.
 
Uh, thanks...

that was what he received as 'thanks' for saving her life?! He felt that well of anger rising again as he looked to her. Why the hell couldn't she even be a bit more thankful that he had just SAVED her life? He shook his head slightly. " Don't worry about it. I found some wreckage which gave me the metal I needed to make this spear, and there's enough of it to make a pot." He remarked calmly, or as calmly as he could.

As she said that though he smirked. " If you go, don't expect me to come saving your beautiful ass every time." He remarked easily. Besides, had he been any further away then what he had been, he wouldn't have heard her screams at all... and she would probably be dead! She thought she wasn't shallow... but Damian found her to be one of the most shallow people he had ever known! Her actions showed no gratitude, as though she really didn't need him, even though she clearly did.

Kneeling down, he tried to figure out how he was going to move the tiger's carcass. There was ALOT of meat on the animal, so he'd be set to eat for a good few days anyway! He wasn't going to ask her to come back with him... she was his ex wife, the woman whom had made this past year a living hell.

There was quite a bit of resentment there!
 
" Don't worry about it. I found some wreckage which gave me the metal I needed to make this spear, and there's enough of it to make a pot."

She stopped walking to listen to what he had to say and then wondered how he'd made that spear. God, he was so resourceful. She gave a brief nod and continued to walk back towards 'her' area of the deserted island...alone. He wasn't calling her. Maybe, maybe he didn't want her to come back with him.

Tears began to brim her eyelashes. She was probably going to get killed by a tiger anyways and this time he wouldn't save her and and and...

" If you go, don't expect me to come saving your beautiful ass every time."

Did he just call her ass beautiful? Well, it wasn't exactly a 'please come with me Angela I don't think I could live without you!' buuut she'd take it. Quickly she wiped the forming tears away from her cheeks. She walked back towards him and standing behind him, she said "So out of the goodness of my heart, I've decided to come back with you. That way, if my ass needs saving you won't have to run so far!"
 
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It wasn't that he didn't want her to come with him... he simply wanted to know that she was appreciative to him for trying. He COULD have been an asshole and simply 'left her to die', but she knew within herself he wasn't that kind of person anyway. Even as he was working on the tiger, he had just gotten four sticks and slid them underneath the thing when she returned.

He had to admit he was surprised to see her again, though as she said that, he turned and looked over his shoulder at her. " No, your coming back with me, so that I can keep you safe. Though I have a price for your 'admittance' to the kingdom of Damian." He remarked with a smirk.

He was an ass sometimes, but he DID think that she was a beautiful woman. She had never displeased him in the bedroom, the sparse times they had gotten time... but here, on this deserted island, they had 'all the time in the world'.
 
She looked thoughtful for a moment, "That too." Angela said in response about her coming back so that he could keep her safe, "but then you did say wouldn't come save it if I was far away."

Angela raised her eyebrow at him. What the heck was the Kingdom of Damian? "Kingdom of....Damian?" She said, slowly. She couldn't help but giggle, because that was probably the silliest thing she'd ever heard. The Kingdom of Damian. "Ah, well you will have to show me your 'kingdom, my liege." she gave a mock curtsy and for a moment there a playful glint in her eyes.

"And what dost I have toeth payeth to entereth thy kingdom...eth?" She said, trying to speak Shakespearean and failing at it, completely. She had taken Shakespeare in college but had manage to pass with a C but that was only with tutoring.
 
He chuckled slightly as she tried to take his little comment seriously... so far their 'flight' and crash had been very stressful... he had thought perhaps with a joke that the tension might break. Sometimes he wondered if she knew that he had a sense of humor, or did she always think him serious?

He smiled at her giggle, though even as she told him he would have to show her, he shrugged. " It is but a work in progress at the moment, this tiger shall make for a grand feast." He remarked with a playful smirk.

Even as she asked what the toll to enter his company was, he stood up and turned to face her, a confident smile on his lips. " I wish you to turn around, and close your eyes." It didn't seem like much, but as she did his arms wrapped around her, his lips finding her neck softly.

" The toll for your entrance is your admitting that you don't completly hate me." He purred to her, his hands smoothed over her soft slim belly, his fingers gently curling to scrape over the skin sensually as his lips found that sensitive spot just by her ear that turned her into mush.
 
"A grand feast huh?" She said. Angela never thought she'd eat tiger but then she'd never pictured herself trapped on a deserted island either. When he told her that part of her toll would be to close her eyes and turn her eyes, she frowned in confusion but did as requested.

Slowly, Angela closed her eyes and turned around. The other half of her admittance into his 'kingdom' was to admit that she didn't completely hate him. She smiled though, kept her eyes closed. God, if he only knew she could never hate him but every time she said she never hated him he never believed her.

She groaned as his hand ran down her slim stomach and his lips caressed her neck, then the sensitive spot behind her ear. "I don't completely hate you.." she murmured, her knees felt slightly weak as they always did whenever Damian pulled that move on her and she had to lean against him, just to keep from falling.

"And you don't completely hate me?" she asked, her voice was soft and slightly vulnerable which was a change from her usual bitchy attitude.
 
He didn't believe her, because usually when she said it, it was in that tone, the tone that told him she didn't really mean what she was saying, and she herself knew Damian generally tuned that tone out.

As she groaned and said that though, he felt her leaning into him, he still topless, since... well he hadn't bothered to put his light dress shirt back on. As he heard her question though he smiled to himself slightly. " No... I never did hate you... perhaps I was and am frustrated by you."

Even as he said that though his hand on her belly moved up, he looking to her, her eyes closed as he knew she was always so 'vulnerable' to that spot on her neck, he in turn then cupped one of her large breasts, squeezing it as he shifted a bit, groaning himself. " I missed this... I missed you." It was the truth.

Despite everything... he couldn't bring himself to hate her!
 
She could feel the hardness of his chest, since he was still topless. She didn't mind it though. Even if he didn't believe that she didn't hate him, she believed him. Call it womanly instinct, but she believed him. She knew that he wouldn't be where he was right now touching her, kissing her if he hated her. Damian was anything but a man whore.

He was communicating with her though, that was the whole reason they had gotten a divorce wasn't it? Because they hadn't communicated or rather, she hadn't communicated with him, told him what was wrong. If she had been honest...

Angela whimpered as he cupped one of her breasts causing Angela to whimper and arch her back.

"I missed this too, and us and everything." Tears that she had been holding back for so long threatened to fall down her cheeks.
 
He had been so hurt when she hadn't even spoken to him during the proceedings... instead her lawyers had done a fine job of laying all his faults before him. He had communicated with her, but it hadn't been a two way street. While before he hadn't believed that she was truthful in her words, he believed her this time.

Perhaps it was because they WERE stuck on a deserted island, with no one around but each other... perhaps it was because he had saved her, and she in turn had 'saved' him'. Even as she whimpered though, he looked to her.

" So did I." His words were truthful, though even as she arched her back, he smiled, her full round breast squeezed through her pink bra, and even as he kissed her neck and ear, his other hand held her around her waiste, holding her to him. He had missed her... he had missed this.

Despite all the harsh words recently, he still found himself desiring to hear more of those moans, to hear more of her desire. She felt his hand push her bra up, before he was squeezing her bare tit, fingers gripping firmly, just the way she liked it.
 
During the proceedings of the divorce, Angela felt like that he deserved to have some things taken from him. She was hurt though she hadn't told him why he was hurt but she wanted to hurt him in return However, in the end she ended up alone but this time she wanted things to end differently. She didn't want to be alone without the one she loved.

Angela bit her lip as he continued playing with her breasts, squeezing and lifting them through the pink bra while still kissing her neck and ear. She continued her little whimpers and mewls.

Angela began grinding against him, after all it wasn't fair that he was stimulating her but he was getting no stimulation. She too had missed all of this, she missed being with him and she'd missed his touch.

There were times at night a few months after the divorce where she'd just lay in bed and lay on his pillow, breathing in his scent.
 
He hadn't known why she had 'wanted' some of the things her lawyer had presented, but in the end he had for the most part simply let them go. After all holding onto grudges wasn't good for people! Even as she bit her lip, he smirked ever so slightly as he moved his fingers and suddenly he pinched one of her nipples, pulling on it.

At the same point she had begun to grind against him though, he looking to her as she felt he was already hard within his pants. She had never failed to turn him on, that was for sure and now was no different. Even as he listened to her whimpers and mewlings, he simply smiled as his other hand moved finally, she feeling him pushing his hand beneath her torn skirt.

" Your so beautiful.. I did miss you." He growled into her ear, though right then his fingers found the nub of her clit and began to rub, he definatly not shy in touching her... she was a woman, and he was a man. They could work out their differences... but here, in nature, alone of the island, it was nice, they were alone, no work, no stress, just... one another!
 
God, it turned her on soo much when he growled in her ear like that! Her back arched once more as he pinched her nipples. She squealed, "Damian!" as her back arched she fell back against him, as he moved his hand beneath her torn skirt to rub between her thigh her ass once more pressed against his cock, not missing the feel of his hard cock. Angela couldn't help but grin at that feeling.

She had felt it earlier when she had ground against him. "Oh, I think I can tell that you definitely missed me..." she said, coyly before gasping as he found her clit. "Ohhhhhh...." she whimpered, "Damian, yes rub me right there!" She whined.

He may have disliked it when she whined about other sorts of things, but Angela knew that this sort of whine was not the sort that Damian would mind at all. Her pussy was already beginning to get wet.
 
He grinned at her squeals, though he held her hardened nipple and squeezed it as she fell back against him. Even as he felt her rubbing herself back against him he gave a soft groan as though he was finding her insufferable.

Yet even as she 'whined' for him to rub her right there, his callosued fingers never halted as he found her clit nice and hard, her nub of pleasure being stroked even as he looked to her. " That's a good girl... cum for me." He 'growled at her'. Even as he said that though he was quickly rubbing her clit, knowing somehow it wouldn't take much to make her do just that!

He'd 'have her', but they should move back to the beach... it was safer then in the middle of a forest near to a tiger's carcass that could draw other prdators. That didn't stop him from 'molesting her' though, instead his pace increased, he touching her in just the right way to make her body crash with orgasmic pleasure!
 
Even though he gave a soft groan as if he found her insufferable, she knew he wasn't, especially after calling her beautiful just a few minutes ago. Angela reached behind her and wrapped her arms around her neck to hold herself steady.Her legs began to tremble as Damians calloused fingers never stopped pleasing her pulsing clit. She gave a high pitched squeal once more as he pressed against her clit, harder and faster.

Angela began to breathe rather quickly as her orgasm began to come upon her rather rapidly. It was probably the excitement of doing something like this in the middle of absolutely nowhere instead of the safety of their camp mixed with his growling commands to cum and not to mention touching her in all the right places.

"Ah, Damiaaaan yes!!" Angela began shuddering and her pussy began spasming. Within moments, her juices began to flow drizzling all over Damians fingers.
 
He smiled as she knew very damned well that he didn't actually find her insufferable. Perhaps frustrating or annoying from time to time, but that was a challenge faced by any couple. Even as she gave her high pitched squeal though he grinned, his arms holding her against him easily, though even as he felt her trembling against him, he kept it up.

" That's it... cum like a good girl." He mused with a grin. He knew it was definatly a thrill for him to do this to her here, in the middle of nowhere, so even as she shook and came for him, his hand upon her tit held her up, squeezing her full flesh as his palm was rubbing her nipple, he supporting her as she shook through her orgasm.

One thing he knew about Angela, when she came, he could make her come multiple times, so he didn't hesitate at all, his fingers continued their assault on her body!
 
She whimpered as her body continued to convulse and spasm. Her nipple hardened against his finger which was rubbing it. Her whole body tingled with pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. It felt so incredibly and deliciously good. Angela hadn't an orgasm like this in...well, a year; since before the divorce to be honest.

Angela came about two or three times after words, gushing around the hand that kept rubbing and stimulating her clit. Her cries of pleasure almost seemed to never stop. She cried out his name over and over again. However, Angela couldn't wait to return to camp so she could return the favor.

She was certain that Damian felt the same way, plus the fact remained that she hadn't yet eaten lunch.
 
Neither of them had eaten since they had awoken upon this island. Even as she cried out and exploded for him so beautifully time and again, he could not help but smile as he saw her cumming. Finally he did halt his 'assault' on her body.

Instead he gently slipped his hand from her skirt, he hugging her, holding her close as he placed kisses upon her neck, soft nibbles as well. Even as he finally 'released' her though he smiled. " Let's get this tiger back. I still need to get a fire going and skin it." He remarked.

There was the reality of their situation to deal with first, plus all the hurt feelings between them. Luckilly... they had lots of time!
 
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