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Shade, milk of the coconut, and a blessed sip of real water, even though it tasted flat and dead from the perfectly pure plastic bottle helped Asta calm down if not quite come around. What she needed was more water, craved it with an intensity that overrode everything but whenever she reached for it the bottle was never there. It came in drips and sips, interspersed with the thick, rich sweet coconut milk, and Asta couldn't get enough of either. It was so frustrating but she was too weak to hold onto the bottle of the husky brown shell and when she did get a grip on one a strong hand, one softer and smaller than the other, would firmly remove Asta's from it.

Still, it was cooler, much cooler, in the shade and she had the comfort of Giulia's lap and soft body along with her soothing voice and gentle touches. Asta settled down and went into an on again, off again cycle of sleeping and being almost awake when more liquid was offered to her. Instinct made her body curl up into a fetal position and if it had only smelled like the inside of a reindeer hide yurt-like tent fueled by a dry reindeer dropping fire, it could have been how she and her people spent much of the darkest, coldest days of winter, huddled in a communal pile an near hibernation, waking only to drink a little and tend the fire before dozing off again.

She just wished someone would stop making the fire so hot.

"Lopeta polttoaineen lisääminen tulipaloon. Se on liian kuuma," she murmured in a wakeful moment but didn't stir to act on whatever her words meant. Her only action was to reach out and take Giulia's hand in her own, then pull it down under her head like a pillow, their fingers still intertwined.
 
With the corner of her eyes, Giulia spotted the definitely hunky and, she would bet being a model of sort, man coming toward them. "Damn" she thought as his fit, tatooed and tanned body passed over the white sands of the beach, giving the idea that he was posing for some sort of exotic photoshoot. When he came closer, he opened the bottle of water and poured some over her still dry lips, allowing her to feel the pure and clean water to wash the sugars and minerals of the coconut from her mouth. The tattoed man then offered a bottle of water to every other survivor, thing that Giulia greeted with a smile and a nod of her head.

The scene was curious indeed, as the last survivor approached Giulia and Asta, pouring water over her lips, followed, now and then, by Giulia's similar motions, giving the impression of two adults playing parents by feeding that smaller and tiny girl that rested, in dozing relax... or unseen exhaustion, over the soft flesh of the curvy girl.

A sense of calm passed over Giulia by watching the other girl relaxing and using her body as a pillow, feeling that Asta was feeling indeed better, but that thought was confirmed when the nordic girl with yawny voice said something and then move their hands beneath her head, in a motion that is almost universally recognized as indication of a pillow, and then to sleep.

<<...oh... ha sonno...>> whispered her with a faint smile while looking at Aerin <<Lasciamola riposare...>> finally said her while removing her hands from the tight grasp of the sleeping beauty. Looking around, she noticed that they were not so far away from the spot she noticed earlier that day and pointed as possible place for a camp, but that new spot would be doing good as well, if was not even better. Standing up with a sigh, feeling blood returning to flow into her legs and the breeze to refresh her meat where was touched by the flaming skin of Asta, Giulia adjusted her improvised bikini made of thick tracksuit and thick cotton tank top folded up, now feeling clearly unfit for the whole situation, wondering if she could borrow one from the piles Alejandro made... if ever she'll found one of her...generous sizes.

Shaking away that rather useless thought for a brief moment, she noticed that Asta was still without sun protection or after-sun lotion... and she would have great damages the day after. Almost certainly. And it was better for her to force the point, at this time, but the soft breathing of the girl indicated that she was already in a well deserved sleep, and Giulia would hate to wake her up.

Still, she tried anyway <<...hey, Asta...>> whispered her while gently poking her shoulders <<...crema... sole... >> repeated her, then trying to be more clear by saying <<AHIA>> while gently pressing her finger against Asta's shoulders.

"...se non si sveglia da lei, non mi resta che mettergliela... non voglio si bruci. Di più..." thought her, waiting for an answer from the girl resting nearby.
 
As Alejandro watched Aerin come back with vital goods from the plane, he sighed in relief, seeing that he was bringing water. Even if drunk with measure, it wouldn't last long, but it was a relief until they managed to find a stream of fresh water. The bottles would also come in handy for storage of said water, so it was perfect. Slowly Asta got calmer, going from looking feverish to resting, her body looking smaller as she curled next to Giulia. He was glad that the girl seemed like she was going to be fine, but Alejandro felt guilty, not only for exhausting his unfit body and being useless, but also for risking Asta's well being asking her to find his suitcase.

There were still suitcases to be opened, things to sort out and he wasn't aware of what Kim-Ly was doing, wondering if she was keeping herself busy or just had lost it. That was going to be hard, how could they ask about how each other were doing when they couldn't understand each other? Dealing with certain matters was already difficult enough without having a language barrier in the middle. All of that didn't matter, Alejandro wanted to do his best to keep Asta healthy and comfortable, so even if his legs felt wobbly he could still sat besides her and fan some air, trying to comfort her. It was a bit sad that such thing was the best he could do at the moment, but he was going to do so until his arms couldn't do it anymore.

Alejandro slowly felt his legs a bit better, not enough to risk getting up to end falling down again, but it was promising. The cramps were slowly disappearing, the blood flow seemed fine and he had been able to feel his legs perfectly, so it probably wasn't anything serious. Maybe an issue with pressure changes? Part of the accident he didn't remember? Just plain exhaustion? He was no doctor, but since it was only going slowly better, he paid no mind to it, keeping his attention on making sure Asta was as good as it was possible.

Looking at Aerin, he wanted to thank him for the effort he was doing, but didn't know exactly how. "Eres fuerte" he just said after waving and pointing at him for attention. Alejandro signaled at him and flexed his arms like a strongman several times, trying to compliment him. After a pause, he sighed, but out of desire of sharing what he could do for the group, providing it was of use, he stopped his fanning on Asta for a moment, rummaging through the clothes of his suitcase to retrieve a chef coat with his name. The rest probably already knew what he did, after seeing him cry over his set of knives like a little boy. Returning to his self appointed task of fanning Asta, Alejandro found calm on the mechanical task, making an effort to set his mind away from what had happened.
 
Kim-ly had finally returned from the ocean holding her pointed stick above her head. Attached to the stick was the long slender body off an eel. Once on shore she noticed everyone​ surrounding Asta. The poor thing had probably been overpowered by the heat. Kim-Ly knew that adding another body would bring more heat so she decided not to bother then.

With a small sigh she lowered the large eel on the ground and dragged it across the sand to the shade. With a chop from her scrap machete she lobbed the head off. She then took the blade and ran it from the tail end up to the missing head. She pulled all of the internal organs out and carried them to the hole she dug and dropped them into it. Afterwards she got to work making a fire. First gathering some wood and making a small pile and then the chips of wood she made from carving her spear and set them under the pile of sticks.
 
Aerin smiled at each of the survivors his eyes lingering a on Giulia longer than the rest. She was quite attractive and her motherly instincts with the younger girl also grabbed his attention. Once he knew everyone had a water and the young girl was sleeping and recovering he tapped his chest and mimicked walking with two fingers and pointed back to the tail of the plane.

Standing up he grinned at Alejandro and shook his head, then pointed to him and flexed his arms returning the implied compliment. Aerin had seen how he had kept struggling with heat exhaustion instead of passing out, and taking inventory of what they all had. He had remained calm and kept a level head in spite of all that had happened. He repeated his gestures of going back to the plane.

Grabbing another bottle of water he walked towards the tail seeing Kim-Ly back from wherever she had been. Spotting the beheaded eel he smiled at her. Walking over to her Aerin handed her the bottle of water and pointed to the eel giving her a thumbs up. Looking at the pile of sticks and tender he lifted a finger in a 'one moment' gesture and jogged over to the suitcase that held the broken down survival bracelets. Taking one of the strikers and fire steels he found a ripe coconut and pulled off a fistful of the brown stringy husk. Returning to the pile he made a little tender nest of the coconut husk and struck the fire steel getting a spark to land on the husk, A tiny tail of smoke began to rise. Aerin blew gently on the smoke until a tiny flame came to life. Tucking the burning tender under the stick among the wood chips he gave Kim-Ly a warm smile before returning the striker and fire steel back to the suitcase.

Walking to the wreckage he went back in and straight to the back. Pulling the curtain off the cadaver Aerin unbuckled the attendant Aerin took a deep breath before lifting her from the seat and carrying the body out of the wreckage recovered by the curtain. Carrying the body away from the rest of the survivors down the beach some ways he laid it on the sand and spread out the curtain. Moving the body onto it he grabbed several large rocks and laid them with the body on the curtain. Pulling the edges of the curtain over the body he tied the ends closed and did the best he could to tie the middle shut as well. Carrying the corpse into the ocean until he was up to his armpits in the water he let the bundle go and watched it sink to the bottom. Bowing his head he gave the girl a moment of silence before returning to the shore. Going back to the wreckage he entered once again and grabbed a few more carry on bags emptying them in the seats.

Going back to the galley he loaded up the rest of the easy snacks and bottles of water and juice. Glancing outside he saw the sun starting to dip in the sky. This would be his last trip of the day, and he didn't know if the tide would be enough to wash the wreckage away. Filling the rest of the bags with as many kitchen supplies as he could, a pot, pan, several aluminum trays, drinking cups, flat ware, and a small stash of canned food he assumed were used for the first class mid-flight meals he took the bags out of the wreckage and left them on the sand four in total. Grabbing more bags he loaded up on the less essential things from the galley, sodas, booze, and more of the junk food, filling two more bags which he carried out to the others.

Going back once more Aerin checked the first row of seats. Under them were inflatable life vests. A smile spread on his face. At least the plane was properly equipped for a flight over the ocean. Going tough more carry-ons he found several belts and scarves to use. Using a long scarf he ran it through the necks of the life vests, about 40 in total. Checking the seats next to see if they were the kind that could be pulled up to be used as an emergency flotation device he was please when they did. Tossing them off the plane and onto the rocks just outside, a few really good throws landing the cushions on the sand he stripped the remaining seats of their cushions.

It had taken him the better part of two hours to accomplish all of this and the sun was now beginning to kiss the horizon coloring the sky with the final light of the day. Gathering up as many of the bags he could carry he brought them back to the camp sitting them with the piles of already sorted items. He waved to the others as he arrived and unloaded himself smiling proudly. He saw the fire burning brightly now and could smell the cooking eel. He would eat soon enough, first he wanted to gather the rest of his spoils before the ocean claimed them. Aerin worked until the sun was half below the horizon, first bringing the last couple bags of loot he got from the galley and the bandoleer of life vests, then as many cushions as he could string together with the scavenged scarves and belts, not stopping until they were all at the 'camp', Aerin knew they were going to need to make a more permanent base of operation but for now what they had would have to do.

Exhausted Aerin sat by the fire and looked sleepily around at the others. Yawning long and wide he stretched his arms high above his head his joints and back popping with the strain. He was hungry and ready to eat.
 
Even the smoke smelled different.

Orange and red flames licked hungrily at each other as they devoured the soft palm wood and there were frequent hissing pops as the liquid stored in the very wet, spongy wood flashed from the heat and escaped in short-live spurts of white steam. Near the base of one log, where it had soaked in the ocean spray, bits of purple and blue wavered, the colors of salt and the minerals in the waters of the Pacific. It was a fire, and comforting against the night in a primal way, but it wasn't the fire she was used to. Everything about it, from the sound to the colors to the smell of the smoke was wrong.

Asta sighed and looked around at her fellow survivors. Kim-ly had dressed and prepared the eel for cooking, and the flaky white flesh was delicious and so tender that Asta risked burning her fingers just for another bite of it. Maybe some of the others had turned up their noses at it, preferring the packaged foor Aerin had scavenged, but meat from a just moments ago living creature wasn't frightening to Asta, it was just part of her daily life. And eel was certainly easier to skin than reindeer.

Aerin, the man who didn't speak or seem to hear things, looked like a giant in the firelight and his tattoos moved as if alive. He was frightening in a bogey man way, but Asta knew that like her, like all of them, he'd worked to provide food and shelter and most of all water for the survivors, so if he was a scary figment from a fairy tale, he was also good and on their side. Handsome too, as she noticed Giulia taking several sidelong gazes at Aerin. The curvy woman was still trying to find a way to wear her clothing that kept her cool in the heat but also covered. Asta had spent most of the day nude until urged back into her long thin dress. Tomorrow, she decided, she would go through the piles of recovered clothing and find something easier to wear, and maybe something that would protect her skin from the sun. The heat exhaustion had been scary, almost dangerous, and she didn't want to repeat it again.

Just beside her, where she'd chosen to sit, was Alejandro the man who'd seemed hurt but was getting better. The man who had gentle eyes and a big heart and who'd given her the knife that was carefully wrapped in a folded palm frond and sitting just beside her on the sand. The man who she had decided to put the dress back on for, because it seemed that her body made him nervous, or at least it didn't sit right with him. Asta didn't know how much she had offended Alejandro but didn't want to any further. She'd chosen to sit by him, clothed, in hopes he would understand she was trying to be nicer to him by her actions to thank him for the wonderful, so so so sharp knife he'd given to her.

Tomorrow she would begin to really put it to use.

With one last glance at the fire, and one shorter one at Alejandro, Asta lay back with her head pillowed on her hands and stared up into the night sky.

Like the fire, the stars were all wrong. The patterns were none she knew and they moved in a ... well it was just different. Living so high up near the poles the stars moved in a shorter, quicker circle around her. Down here she could see that the circle was much, much bigger and moved slower. Or maybe the stars did? They were different than hers so maybe the were slower. And there were no auroras, or none this evening. It just felt wrong, like she was lost and wouldn't ever get back.

Pushing herself up on one arm, she pulled at Alejandro's sleeve to get his attention.

Asta smiled then pointed at the stars, then at the sand beside her and her fingertip poked seven holes in the sand, then connected them with lightly scratched lines, making the shape of the Big Dipper. Asta pointed to it, to the stars, then back several times and shrugged her shoulders with a questioning look before sweeping her hand out across the entire sky, ending again with a shrug and a look into Alejandro's face before pointing at the sand sketched constellation.
 
OhGiulia's attempt to convince Asta to smear that medicine-leveled sun balm went unnoticed as the young girl limited to yawn and immediately fall asleep, leaving Giulia with the bottle in her hands without any sort of answer. She pouted and mumbled as she was determined to have that girl face the dangers of a reckless sun assault, but now that Asta was asleep, her determination vanished like a popsicle under the sun in july; Gulping, she mumbled again, and, not finding the daring to touch that girl even if it was for her good, Giulia rose to her feets and walked away, allowing the tired one to sleep and recover both from exertion and the sunstroke. Looking at Alejandro, fanning the girl, she nodded at him, as to declare her leave but before moving too far, she returned and placed the after-sun balm near the sleeping one, then, she left.

With just a few steps away from the spot she declared being safe and suitable for a small camp, Giulia spotted all the other survivors tending to other tasks, seeing the Asian woman prepping what seemed a seasnake nearby a small fire pit that was now sending its red and orange flames to dance and cast moving shadows over the white sands of the beach; gazing at the sea, now tinged with hues of orange and the violet of the oncoming night, she saw the ciseled and tanned frame of Aerin, that was returning from the aircraft with different bags in his hands and, step after step, his figure became clearer and clearer in Giulia's glassed eyes, and she spotted how much the man was carrying, seemingly without effort, with his muscles bulging and appearing even more cared and hardened.

The tall and strong man passed by her side and as soon as he was near the designated campsite, he let go of all the things he had with an "ooof", and all the goods thudded over the sand, giving the real image of the quantity of stuff he carried: she noticed a few lifevests... pillows... seatbelts... and, from a bag, rolled away what seemed canned food.

Approaching to him, now that he was taking his breath while satting on the sand, she smiled and nodded, she didn't know how to thank him for all he was doing and already did... he gave them water, PURE water, and now carried countless goods and foods... all without a word, just like Asta, he knew what he could do and simply did it at the best of his capacities. Giulia then took the bottle of water she used and indicated it with a flourish of the same, and, without breaking the contact with his eyes, she moved the bottle to her chest, where her heart was and simply said <<...Grazie...>> even if she did not know what sort of effect her words would have, she tried anyway.

Some time later, the firepite was now a fiery campfire, and all the survivors have reunited around the comforting reddish and yellowish light it casted, sending its smoky shadows all over their faces.

While satting with her arms resting over her knees, the curvy girl winced now and then at the uncomfortable feeling of the un-elasticized tissue of her clothes, now soaked with saltwater and dried, it felt like a suffucating and tight armor around her hips and waist, while a similar tight and uncomfortable feeling tingled in her breasts, making her fear that her nipples got bruises or other disturbs related to the careless friction of that folded-up tank top, certainly not designed for that purpose. While daydreaming of a relief for her uncomfortable attire, she noticed the other survivors, nibbling at the ell that Kim-ly captured or taking a few bites of the food Aerin gathered from the wreckage; with a smile, she noticed how Asta and Alejandro sat together and how cute they seemed to be, with Asta that covered herself to avoid awkwardice by Alejandro, and the way she wrote something in the sand and then pointed the starry sky that domed that place.

Giulia rose her eyes, and she saw that Aerin was just in front of her, with his bear and tatoos, he appeared like a sort of savage, yet, his deep eyes stated its smartness and civilization. Still, she cannot deny that the way his muscled body shined in front of the sparkles impressed her, her that was certainly not the kind that was impressed by models or gaze at muscled hunks at the pool nor at the beach... he was different... he was not strutting himself nor putting a show... he was simply comfortable with himself and the way he was.

<<...K-Kim-ly...>> said her to call the asian woman, then indicated the roasting eel and smiled with a small clap, not knowing how to express her thanks, it was the best she came up with. Same thing for Aering, that she called and indicated all around themselves, the pillows, the food and even the fire, she came to know was thanks to him, and again, attempted a small, almost silent clap together with her warm smile.

Hearing whispers coming from the side where Asta and Alejandro were, she just gave a quick glance at them, but then returned looking at the fire, and the constant reminder that she need a change... trying to not listen to the thoughs her brain kicked in now and then, to not feel the tragedy, to not hear the silence of the night, interrupted by the occasional brush of trees and the constant sound of the waves...
 
Alejandro nodded affirmatively as he munched on the warm eel, enjoying the wild and simple taste of the roasted meat. Of course, he couldn't avoid but how the cut had been less than perfect, the skinning was a hint irregular and how it could benefit from a proper treatment. Tens of recipes danced through his mind, both Spanish and foreign, as how to tackle such an ingredient, and considering how hard it could be to clean an eel Kim-Ly had done a marvelous job. Alejandro couldn't help but smile a bit, as the situation was making the eel taste better than any other time, sitting there by the campfire.

Aerin was resting and stretching, after having done a herculean task by himself, sitting there as a legendary hero in Alejandro's eyes. Sure, Aerin had complimented him before, but Alejandro didn't feel as close as what the tattooed man had managed to do. Thanks to his adventure on the plane, they had an assortment of kitchen trinkets to use, so Alejandro hoped that he would be able to contribute in the next days with his cooking knowledge. The man looked tired after the effort, and looking at Aerin, Alejandro couldn't help but notice that Giulia seemed to be eyeing him.

Alejandro thanked Kim-Ly for the food, and it was a pity he couldn't verbally share some advice with the Asian woman, but perhaps just seeing him cook would help anyone that came close while he did it. He sighed, first they had to find something to cook, not to mention some kind of stream or perhaps an underwater spring of fresh water. Kim-Ly seemed to be doing fine, she must be tough as nails to focus so much on her tasks and not rely on anyone else to unwind or at least share a hug or something, so he let her be. Maybe it was the kind of person that held everything inside them, something that reminded Alejandro of his father.

Wanting to set his mind away from such memories, Alejandro noticed how uncomfortable the poor Giulia seemed to be, and looking at her he tugged his shirt, then signaled at the classified piles of clothes with the suitcases. Why didn't she change out of those garments already if she was uncomfortable was a mystery to him, although his line of thought about that may have been distorted by how brave little Asta seemed to pay little mind to those things.

Smiling to her, Alejandro now could look at Asta without getting in all sorts of trouble. He was feeling better now, rest, food and water helping him and despite the sleeping conditions, he would feel even healthier next morning for sure. With a healthy body and his mind more calmed down and accepting what happened to them, it would be better if Asta remained clothed, or Alejandro could end embarrassing himself showing his excitement. As things were now, he was incredibly glad that she seemed to be recovering nice, and now she was back to being Asta the curious, Asta the bold, and not that weak girl that rested on Giulia's arms. Alejandro liked the one that pierced his eyes with her clear ones, the one that retrieved his most valued memento, the one that seemed to understand who he was.

Next to him, Asta looked at him from time to time, as if gauging how he was, or how he felt, but Alejandro couldn't exactly guess what she could be concerned about or what could worry her, so he just limited himself to answer those looks with a smile. He wasn't specially interested in the skies above, as his eyes were normally focused on the earth below, but Asta looked at the firmament like she awaited for answers, and Alejandro couldn't help but look how her clear eyes reflected both the close warm light of the campfire and the distant cold one of the far away stars. Alejandro was already paying attention to her and only her when she made sure of it by tugging at his sleeve, but even his most dedicated focus had trouble deciphering what Asta meant.

Alejandro looked at the well known constellation depicted on the sun, even for someone like him that he knew nothing of the sky. After all, the seven stars where even in Madrid's community flag. How could he explain Asta the absence of the stars she knew? Supposing that such a thing was what irked her. Even if it wasn't his specialty, Alejandro tried to draw a quick and crude map of the Earth, focusing on the big masses of land and leaving out tons of details. Cutting it in half by what he thought the equator should more or less be, he drew a line across the map. Gesturing over the top half of the map, he pointed to the constellation Asta pictured, gesturing over the lower half, he gestured to the sky above. It had to be some bunch of stars he knew, even if he was oblivious in the astronomy department there had to be something...

Noticing the white cross of his suitcase close by, he remembered. Alejandro poked four holes below the map, joining them with cross shaped lines, then looked at the stars above. It had to be somewhere there... or maybe the stars visible changed depending on the season? He didn't know that stuff, and there were many stars on the sky one could just join in that shape, so after a minute he ended up shrugging. As lost in the skies as he was in the Earth below, Alejandro had no intellectual solace to offer Asta, and in search or comfort for both him and Asta, he just hugged her, a gesture as universal as any.

That way they knew exactly where they were, right there by their side.
 
"Cazzo... 'fanculo... boia..." Giulia's mind was clogged with curses for the discomfort of her clothes, as it was all tight... TOO tight, and warm, and she felt her breasts and the area covered by her folded-up tracksuit like they were heated by an oven, and between a sigh and a mumble, she noticed that Alejandro interrupted his talks with Asta and was indeed looking at her, cokcing her head to show that she was listening whatever he had to say, she saw that he tugged his shirt and pointed at something behind her. Turning her head, she saw in the last dieing light of the day, the silhouhette of the piled baggages. << ...oh...>> said her after having totally removed the thought of all those luggage and piled clothes "...urca... vero... me n'ero totalmente dimenticata. Eppure... non so... mi pare di rubare ai morti..." thought her while still looking at the crackling firepit, not wanting to take those piled clothes for the thought of stealing from the deads, but another attempted deep breath made almost impossible by the tightness over her chest, made her curse one last time and jumped to her feets.

Walking with steps filled by uncertainess and following only the ephemereal and barely lighting flashes emitted by the fire, she managed to reach the place where the group deposited all of their discovered and gathered goods. <<...vediamo cosa abbiamo qui...>> mumbled her while trying to understand what's in her hands <<... bottiglie, no>> in the darkness and with her eyes still not used to that darknes after the time spent a few meters away from the flames, she tried to touch everything that was darker than the now blue-tinged sand; It was at least her fifth try that her soft hands managed to feel something that was not a bottle, a pack of medicine or other things. With care, she opened the bag and, one by one, extracted its content, moving her findings in front of her, using the fire in the near distance to show at least the outline of the thing in her hands. After having extracted what seemed a t-shirt, she couldn't bare the feeling on her chest and, hoping that nobody was looking and also praying the darkness, pulled the folded-up tank top over her head, trying not to undo the knot that held her hairs in a chignon. As soon as the tank top was throwed in the sand and her large breasts popped in the fresh evening air she couldn't but smile and close her eyes, enjoying the freedom that an unrestrained chest can give, and, finally, she could take a deep breath without stretching or feeling her bosom to push against the thick cloth of the discarded improvised bra. The crackling of the fire reminded her that she was not alone and, in a blur, managed to get her hands on the thing she imagined being a t-shirt.

The fabric was fresh, thin and seemed to breathe well and, always caring for her hairs and glasses, moved the new item on her torso, but as soon as she pulled the white-ish fabric over her body, the similar feeling of being constrained reappeared, even if this time it was definitely bearable. She decided to dig in again in the sparsed clothes, maybe finding something for her legs, but after a pair of long-leg jeans and a swimsuit, she extracted what could have been a summer dress; placing it against her body, she felt that it could cover her from torso to the thighs, and again, it felt fresh and, definitely, it would not cling to her body. Smiling, she tossed away the t-shirt and wore that new item. <<ahh....>> she sighed, feeling the long and light fabric to move in the slightest of seabreeze that also passed trough and caressed her body. Quickly, she removed her folded-up tracksuit pants, leaving her light-blue polka-dotted panties on she felt comfortable and ready for the evening... or the day after.

Finally, with the new clothes on, she started to walk back to the fire pit, smiling to herself for the feeling of freshness and for how well it breathed; Still, in the darkness of the cloth-piles, she had not managed to see how thin, sheer and semi transparent the dress (clearly intended to be worn over a bikini) was...
 
The Sami knew the stars, at least their small slice of them, but they didn't really understand the nature of the ground they walked on as being on the surface of a sphere. They didn't think it was flat either though. They just didn't think about it. The arguments of a flat world versus a ball shaped one had never impacted their culture and not being sailors and explorers, and isolated from most other cultures, the world was just the ground you drove your herds across. Alejandro's drawing of the Earth as a globe completely mystified her and she shook her head slowly to indicate she didn't get it. "Tiedän, että tämä on tärkeää. Anteeksi. En tiedä mikä se on, Alejandro."

His next action brought slightly better results. Like her he was drawing a picture of the sky signs in the sand and she looked at the symbol.

Oh. Of course. The Christian Cross. That made her frown and she was about to move away from him when Alejandro's arms pulled her into his body. Despite her worry about the cross he'd drawn, and what that meant to her people in their history - in history that was still being made today, the girl didn't resist for more than a startled moment and shifted closer to him, her arms going around his soft, comforting body and she rested her head on his shoulder, the pale crown of it bright silver where the moon touched it and reflecting fiery flames where it was lit by the crackling pile of burning coconut logs.

Alejandro's touch was so soothing, like Giulia's had been earlier, and it was as strong a protection against the darkness of a night in an unknown land as the fire they sat about. Over the fire and the surf it was hard to hear them, but the night noises were all about, animals and insects and even a bird now and then singing to the dark sky, looking for mates or meals. So far she hadn't heard anything at all like a large animal, like a reindeer, and doubted there were any here. What would they drink and what would they graze on? For all the life she had seen in the sea and around them, big animals - the important ones that let a people exist - were absent.

After a few minutes she gently pushed at Alejandro, raising her head just a bit to look at him and urge with words and flat palms on his chest, pushing him to lie back on the sand. "Valehtele takaisin. Me etsimme Jeesuksen ristiä." Asta pointed to the cross he'd put int he sand and repeated "Jeesuksen. Jeesuksen." As he laid down, she did too, cradling her head in the crook of her arm and reaching out to draw it across her chest, just above her breasts. Most of the night sky was visible, with only a few arching over fronds outlined in stark black like a picture frame, and the stars were bright and magnificent with no city lights around, nothing new to her but it would be striking to the others.

There were so many stars to choose from it was confusing. He'd sketched four, so she figured they had to be very bright ones or very large ones and ran her eyes across the heavens looking for them. Her free hand came up and pointed out a few but nothing about them linked up to her mind's eye. Turning her head slightly in the cradle of his arm, Asta looked to see if his arm was pointing out any. "Jeesuksen?"
 
Alejandro was as confused at Asta's words as she seemed to be with her poor attempt to depict a map of the world, but the way her voice sung his name made him smile, feel in good company. "Asta?" he wondered for a moment, seeing that she had frowned when he reached for her, but the girl seemed nothing more than briefly startled and she soon returned the hug, her head resting on his shoulder. Then and there, Alejandro felt peace, he was safe with Asta and Asta was safe with him. Even as dire the situation was, for a brief moment it felt like nothing wrong could happen to them, as they were safe in each others arms.

He could stay like that forever, and it lasted indeed more than he would have expected, but Asta broke the spell by separating the hug, seemingly wanting to say something. Alejandro didn't understand a thing of her first sentence, but her gestures were clear enough so he let himself fall back, resting on the sand next to her. It would be almost romantic, but the situation and the company wasn't helping for it. Alejandro shook his head, what the hell was he thinking about in such a place?

Alejandro noticed Giulia coming back with some kind of dress, her pace making clear that she felt way more comfortable with that attire, but he didn't notice much more, as Asta was pointing at the cross on the sand and repeating a word that made Alejandro focus on it. "Ah! Jesucristo!" he finally deciphered. It wasn't his intention to make a religious reference, as the cross was the only constellation he thought he could find in the southern hemisphere, but he wasn't sure. "Jesucristo" he repeated with a nod, watching Asta make the gesture over her chest. Was she Christian? It wasn't like he minded at all, he had never been specially religious despite being educated in a private school that it was, but he was fine with it.

As Asta seemingly tried to find a trace of God in the stars, Alejandro tried once more, looking for bright stars that could match. He had never seen a firmament like that, far from a city with a sky full of stars. "A ver..." he sighed, "la cruz, la cruz, dónde está la puñetera cruz..." mumbled, his eyes dancing from bright spot to bright spot, finding no convincing pattern. When Asta looked at him with hopeful eyes, he felt mortified for not finding it, as it seemed surprisingly important for her. It wasn't like he could just say that he couldn't find it, that there was no God in the stars, that they had ended out and away of His gaze.

"Jesucristo" he nodded, patting his chest above his heart, making the cross gesture over it. "Jesucristo" he repeated, gently tapping her clothed chest in a similar place. "Jesucristo" a third time, making a wide opening move with both his arms that encompassed the whole area, their newfound comrades included. Alejandro hoped that his message would help Asta feel safe, so he managed to paint a warm smile on his face, finding a hint of calm in his own efforts to make Asta feel as good as possible.
 
Aerin enjoyed the eel that Kim-ly had provided for them signing a thank you to her without thinking about her not understanding him. His calculating eyes moved over the faces of the survivors, taking in as many details as he could in the jumping fire light. He smiled at Alejandro and Asta, sitting close together and doing the best they could to share a conversation.

Turning his gaze to Giulia he watched her fidget uncomfortably in her rolled up clothes. Watching the exchange between her and Alejandro he nodded. The salt water had probably made the thick fabric feel rough and constraining. He was beginning to feel the same way in his salt encrusted boxers. When she got up and started to walk away Aerin rose to his feet and followed behind her.

Seeing she was going to the clothing he stayed about ten feet from her, but didn't leave her completely alone in the dark. He had no idea what was in the jungle and he refused to risk someones safety, especially such a caring woman like Giulia. Crossing his thick arms over his chest he watched her in the dim flickering light as she quickly stripped from her clothes and tossed them aside. He couldn't make out much more than her silhouette but even that was something impressive to look at.

Trying hard to not just stare at her he peeled his eyes of her shadowed form and scanned the area around her paying close attention to the treeline for anything moving. It lasted only for a couple moments before he was watching the curvy woman again. The first thing she put on being taken off and discarded, then a second more flowing looking piece chosen in place of it.

When she turned away from the clothes he walked to her and waved. Silently he walked with her back to the fire, as they got closer to the light he noticed that the fabric was rather sheer and in the light breeze clung very suggestively to her body. He smiled in approval, but wondered if she realized what she was wearing.

Sitting just inches from he beside the fire he couldn't help himself from stealing glances in her direction, a warm smile plastered on his face. Reaching out he grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. Waving his hand to the others he pointed to her then himself and brought his hands together lacing his fingers together and holding them tight, a gesture he hoped she would understand meant she wasn't alone, that they were all in this together.
 
Giulia returned with a light smile on her lips from the pure satisfaction and feeling of freedom she was now sensing and, despite the tragedy of the day, she felt ready for the evening or the day to come. Slowly walking over the dark sand, she slowly made her way to where she sat, noticing that Aerin moved from his previous spot to one that seemed nearer to hers. "Oh bhe, milioni di motivi..." thought her with a shrug. While satting over the beach, she saw again Asta and Alejandro tightly close one to the other while looking at the stars, and, smiling, she thought how cute they were, to look at the stars even if not a word could be understood by the other.

Sighing, she slumped over the sand with her soft bottom, feeling her large breasts to jump, wobble and wave for the motion, enjoying the re-discovered sense of freedom lingering in her chest and emitting a satisfied sigh, trying to get the eyes of Alejandro and thank him for his suggestion. Still, while returning her gaze in front of her, also to avoid the awkwardice of looking at what seemed a couple in tender stargazing, she noticed that Aerin was looking at her with interest and smiled. "ohcacchio..." thought her "...perchè mi guarda? ...p-perchè sorride?", immediately she lowered her eyes, sparkling with the red fireflies that escaped from the flaming logs of the pite but as soon as she heard the sound of sand moving, she saw the muscled frame of Aerin moving nearby and her eyes saw his ones and, again, his warm and calm smile. Gulping, she waited for him to say something, but he took her hand with a gentle squeeze and motioned all the others gathered around the fire, and then, he locked his fingers together. She cocked her head <<uh.... >> but then, she realized <<OH...>> and mimicked the same lock-finger motion and nodded with a smile <<... insieme... gruppo...>>.

It seemed strange to her, anyway; the way he looked at her and not only her, his gaze seemed to trail way down her eye-contact line. Rolling her eyes, she sighed in annoyance, even if she knew that her breasts were something that many womens would pay for having and often her friends looked at her in envy and often mens looked at her with interested gazes, especially while walking, she hoped that at least in that situation he would not look at her like that. Suddently, she realized, effectively, how much fresher she felt and, by looking at her chest, she clearly saw the fabric, so thin and clear, that was barely a light shade of textures over her body, and, with the fire nearby, people nearby would have seen her with practically a thin layer of steam rather than a white dress, and her luscious breasts, and her tender, pink nipples, were under the gaze of whoever wanted to. Realization struck her with open-wide eyes <<NUU!>> yelped her while covering her chest with her arms; jumping on her feets she looked at Aering in his eyes, not with rage, but embarassed and guity <<...S-Scusa!>> with her face now two shades redder than a tomato, she ran away again, where the clothes lied and, maybe, this time find something that would actually be made of cloth and not dreams and desire...

Again in the dim-darkness of the cloth-piles, she stopped and looked at her chest, seeing the moon that casted its silvery rays over her, and already, she noticed the outline of her nipples and the almost invisible sundress. Covering her mouth with an hand, she suffucated a laugh <<...cretina...>> whispered her while tossing away that useless cloth and searching for another, making sure, with occasional gazes, that the crew was enough far away from her...
 
Aerin laughed when she finally realized that she was wearing a shear dress that revealed more than she was probably willing to show on her own to everyone. He met her embarrassed look with an understanding smile and watched as she ran off, admiring the view of her polka dotted panties. Sighing he got up and stepped to the fire looking into it for a moment before picking out a stick that was half burning.

Walking to the clothes pile with the impromptu torch he cleared his throat to announce himself to Giulia and stopped a few feet from her. Turning his back to her and looking straight ahead he held the torch high to shine light on the piles of clothes. He hoped she wouldn't be upset with him following her but trying to find something to wear was going to be difficult enough with having to go through other peoples clothes and hoping for a good enough fit, he saw no need to make it more difficult by doing it in the dark.

He stood a silent sentinel with his back to her while she dressed waiting for her to finish so he could walk back with her to the group. He still wasn't sure how safe it was to be alone on this island, especially at night and he wasn't going take any risks that were unavoidable.
 
Alarm was alarm, no matter the language, and Asta sat up quickly when Giulia's sound of distress came. It was hard to see across the top of the fire, eyes dazzled and made night blind by the flames so that the jungle beyond was just a black pit. Just as she was about to rise and check on the other woman the big man rose and reached into the fire. Sparks swirled, dancing and dying in the heated air, and it was a magical, ancient moment that she felt deep inside her soul. Tattoos danced and came alive in the flickering, uncertain moments of firelight and Aerin seemed even taller, bigger than during the day. A trail of fire at the end of a stick swirled against the dark sky and she watched as the huge man walked into the dark with his torch after Giulia.

What could possibly hurt her in the night with Aerin going to her to keep her safe? Soothed by the thought, worry gone, Asta started to lay back with Alejandro. Laying down on her side, she almost immediately got back up and hands dug into the sand by his side, backs of them brushing against his hip as she created a hole, damp sand pattering onto drier with clomping noises. After a last bit of smoothing she lay back down again, swell of her hip fitting into the hole and letting the rest of her body rest flatter, easier. Asta's head went back, almost nuzzling, into the crook of Alejandro's shoulder, her arm across his chest and the other bent up between their bodies.

He was a good man, she decided, a gentle man but not a weak one. Among her people he'd be accepted, a place for him created and understood. Her family, she thought, would like him and see that even though he wasn't of the people, he wasn't an outsider who threatened the people or who didn't find their ways silly or needing to be changed. Yes, he was a Christer and they more than most were problems to her people, but somehow he just didn't feel as intense as the shouters of the black book who tried to change the Sami. If he wanted his Jeesuksen he was welcome to it.

What was Jeesuksen against the wind and the mighty waves that beat against the edge of the beach? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and settled a little bit deeper into Alejandro's arm, eyes watching the fire over the curve of his chest.
 
While she was bent over the pile of clothes and letting her torso to dangle free in the air, with the corner of her eye she saw a sparkling light casting its light more and more; turning her head with an alarmed gasp and covering her chest with her arms, she saw Aering walking backward with his head pointing straight away from her while he held a flaming branch in an hand like an improvised torch. "Oh" tought her, seeing his politeness and elegance in those actions, seeing that the man was not searching for a peek but demonstratic true care and interest-less help. With a smile on her lips, she casted one last glance at the muscled man at her side and, without wasting more time, she returned to the important quest for a cloth. Luckily enough, soon after, she spotted what seemed a t-shirt, but what seemed different, was that the holes of the head and arms were quite large "Oh... e vediamo questa" thought her while putting her head in the central hole and then pulling the fresh tissue over her skin. To her surprise it was indeed a spaghetti-strap shirt that covered her soft belly and stopped a few inches from her panties, and, despite the shirt showed a bit too much cleavage and the pale, smooth skin of her sideboob, she shrugged "...al diavolo, non ho intenzione di passare altro tempo a cambiarmi... siamo adulti e nessuno si offende..." tought her one last time, this time she decided to keep the cloth on and go over it. This time, she looked at her chest, checking if this time the cloth would actually be more than a steamy texture and, with a satisfied grin, she noticed that her chest was covered and not transparent. "...solo?" tought her while pouting, thinking that it might not be adequate to going around with just her panties on "...bhe... alla fine sono mutande... quella è andata in giro nuda... sto qui è in boxer... e poi... che cacchio... non è che in spiaggia si vada in giro con lo scafandro..." tought her before walking at the side of Aerin.

She coughed as he did before, stating her presence and, touching his arm just like a children trying to get the attenction of an adult, she smiled at him and nodded <<...grazie, Aerin...>> thanking him for the help with the light and, most importantly, his politeness and respect. And so, only with her panties covering her wide childbearing hips and full yet supple legs, Giulia returned near the fire but, as soon as she sat, a yawn escaped from her mouth as the shock of the tragedy and the emotions vanished, her body declared its need to rest...
 
"Lunares?" Alejandro wondered out loud, doubting if he had seen correctly and Giulia was indeed running away while showing dotted panties. Maybe it was just a figment of her imagination, but that would explain her going to pick something else to wear. Seeing that Aerin went after her to help with some light, he just let himself rest on the sand and Asta soon followed suit. The girl, seemed to have found herself something else to do away from gods and stars, as she was digging close to him. Alejandro couldn't help but smile, remembering his childhood on the beaches of San Sebastian, playing with the sand and being careless. Asta had an odd quality to her, as she was a woman capable of many things, brave and strong, and also a girl, with her charming habits and weak points.

He noticed that age didn't have anything to do. Alejandro himself was an accomplished chef, owner of a nice house and having worked in the best restaurants, wanting to broaden his horizons before trying to open his own. A grown man, with all the trappings of adult life. And yet he felt as childish and immature as years and years ago, a kid that just wants to have fun, to meet a nice girl, a little boy disguised with his father's clothes. Asta's nestling close to him and her arm over his chest pulled Alejandro away from his thoughts of inadequacy.

Alejandro turned his head, his sight trapped on the dancing fire reflected on Asta's clear eyes. "Eres lo más bonito que me ha pasado en la vida" he just blurted without thinking about it, flushing after saying it. How easy was to say that things to a person that didn't understand you, Alejandro, you coward shy boy. Showing a warm yet tired smile, he used the arm that wasn't trapped between them to caress Asta's hair briefly, brushing out of her face, then just relaxed there. The sand wasn't entirely uncomfortable, even if it was far from being his bed, but he felt that he wouldn't last awake for long.
 
Aerin was oblivious to the cough, not being able to hear a sound, but he reacted to her touch on his arm. Turning his head to the woman he gave her a quick look over and smiled nodding his head and giving her a thumbs up. Escorting Giulia back to the fire he laid the burning stick back into the blaze and took a seat near her.

Aerin let out a great yawn and stretched his arms high overhead. It had been one hell of a day, and now that he was not occupied he realized how exhausted he was. Laying back in the sand with his hands tucked behind his head he stared up into the night sky gazing at the blanket of stars that shined above them. Tomorrow was going to be busy for him, he already had plans in mind to attempt to make their time on the island more comfortable.
 
"...non starà mica..." thought Giulia, Seeing Aerin to take a seat nearby, looking at the immensity of the beach and the room around the fire, then, looking at how close Alejandro and Asta were "...nah...".

Still, he yawned, and like the most primal sense of community, she yawned too; but as the muscled man seemed to be going to sleep right there with his hands on the back of his head, she felt a bit too fresh to actually sleep, also, her mind went for a popular TV show where celebrities were sent to an unhabitated island and made to face challenge after challenge, and she reminded well the way they wore nothing but bathing-boxers or bikinis in the day and, before going to sleep, they all wore hoodies or other heavier clothes. Closing her eyes, she remembered a rather large and thick blanket nearby the discarded clothing items and, without thinking a second time, went to grab that sheet. It was the third time in few minutes that she walked that way and now, even without the help of Aerin, she knew where to walk and where to go. Once there, she easily felt the thick and rough texture of the thick blanket and, before returning to the fire, Giulia also grabbed a couple of beach-towels and then, returned to her place. Once there, she throw a towel over the sand, knowing how much it can hold moisture and, generally, feels hard and uncomfortable against the skin, then, satting over it, she placed the thick blanket over her body and, hoping to not wake him up, she covered Aerin too.

Removing her glasses and caringly placing them at her side, she sighed <<...Buonanotte...>>
 
Alejandro was barely aware about when Giulia and Aerin returned to the fire, the calm content he felt with Asta, the lack of sleep before the trip, the exhaustion of the day having their toll on the man. Slowly but surely his eyes fluttered a bit in resistance, but ended up closed as he fell asleep looking at that little snowflake that was next to him.

So tired he was that if Alejandro went through a dreamless night, or at least he had no nightmares that disturbed him, no awful dreams that chased him as the chef awoke in the beach the morning after. "Así que no era un sueño..." he mumbled, realizing that he was indeed trapped on an island with a few survivors he couldn't quite understand. No, that wasn't true, he may not speak their languages nor did they his own, but there was an understanding there, there was something they shared. Alejandro may be unable to put it into words or to quite grasp it, but there was something there, specially every time he glanced at Asta.

Getting up without disturbing them, Alejandro had awoken soon, be it because he wasn't as tired as them or just due to his habits, it didn't really matter. His legs seemed to be fine, even if a little bit stiff and sore, something that slowly seemed to fade off as he walked. Getting a bit away from the camp to take a leak, he sighed, wondering what the day would bring them, how well would they manage to survive in that environment. He had faith in his companions, and with their support he would be able to help, he was now sure of it.

As Alejandro returned to the camp, he noticed something in the tree trunks, a small white mushroom sticking from it, and a few more with a different brown hue in a tree close to by. As a good Basque boy, he had been in the mountains around home when young, learning everything from his father and the experts that went to get mushrooms. He still had that hobby from time to time, finding it not only relaxing to escape from the hectic chef life, but also complementary to his cooking skills, and so he had quite the knowledge about what species were edible and what not, how to cook them properly. Sure, he was on the other corner of the world, but he was well versed enough beyond the ones on the mountains of Spain.

Returning to the camp, he took advantage of having his suitcase to change clothes. He took one of his knives, a bit on the big side and not ideal for the task, but it could come in handy. He took hold of one of his shirts to gather his exploits if he managed to find edible ones, but he wasn't going to just go to pick up mushrooms without warning the others. Making them understand what he wanted to do was going to be a bit tricky, but he had brought a couple of the no edible ones to serve as an explanation material once the rest of them were awake. They needed to find water and build some sort of shelter as well, but on some of those tasks he wasn't specially useful.
 
When Alejandro returned, Asta was taking advantage of the still low on the horizon and not yet terribly intense sun to bathe herself in the edge of the ocean. Even though the salt water would dry and leave something of a sticky residue, the water felt cool on her pinked up skin. Suddenly looking down at her toes, Asta laughed, the chiming sounds just audible over the surf, as a school of tiny little fish investigated her feet and nibbled at her toes. Squatting she tried to play with them but her shadow spooked them and they darted like stubby organic arrows away from her. Wading out a little farther, Asta ducked her head under the water then flung it backwards, slinging water from it in a spray of pale hair and rainbow flecked drops.

Nude, she made her way back up the beach where she'd selected some clothes from, well from a dead person's luggage. The woman had packed a lot of things, things Asta had never seen the likes of before, but it was a simple white tennis dress, the pleats slashed inside with bright almost neon pink, that she selected. It was even the right size, though it didn't feel like it as the skirt fell high on her thighs, but it was light and cool and it was so pretty. She twirled in it, giggling at how the skirt flared out to expose the bright accent color deep in the pleats. Asta also traded in her reindeer boots, though they were perfect, for a pair of white tennis shoes with a mesh style fabric. The clothing and shoes felt incredibly light and comfortable and airy. It was just wonderful!

On the same luggage she also found something that confused her. Hard plastic, in a shiny teal color in the middle and a slightly curved silver bit at the top, it was a little bit longer than her hand and felt heavier than the plastic indicated. And there seemed to be some sort of knob that you could turn on the bottom. Maybe it was a case to store something in you didn't want to get wet? Asta tiwsted, then dropped it back into the suitcase when it began to buzz and vibrate in her hand. Stepping back she stared down at it, squirming and twisting in the suitcase as the vibrations moved it. When nothing else happened, she picked it up and twisted the knob back.

It went off.

Knob the other way - vibrations again. The more she turned it the louder and faster it got, sending tingles through her fingers and wrist. What was it for? She decided to go ask Alejandro, whom she saw doing something nearby. He was smart, clever too. Surely he'd be able to explain to her what this thing was, or show her how to use it.

"Alejandro?" she called, smiling and holding the vibrator out to him. Asta extended it several times, still smiling, then turned it on and off to let him see how it buzzed and vibrated? Stepping closer she stood beside him, bare shoulder brushing his as she held the vibrator out in front of them then turned it on again, looking over into his face with a questioning look.
 
"...sono così stanca, eppure... eppure le luci d'oriente mi sembrano già così vicine che quasi riesco a vederle... vedere le luci, sentire gli odori e i sapori... lo schiamazzo della metropoli e le sigle dei cartoni sparate a tutto volume come se fossero la più gloriosa delle hit parades.
Un momento... cos'è stato quel rumore? ...perchè tutti gridano? "

Giulia rose her torso and gasped, her eyes wide open and teary, her breath accelerated as she woke up. <<...merda...>> said her while passing an hand over her eyes as she slowly, even without her glasses, saw the palms and the almost blinding whiteness of the beach <<...non... non era un sogno... è... tutto vero... è tutto reale>>. Looking at her right side, she spotted a blackish grumble that she reminded being her glasses, placing them on her ears, she finally saw the beach with the right focus. As she started to gain consciousness of herself after an heavy and difficult sleep, she heard the light snoring of Aering at her side; looking at him, she saw him, that appeared so strong and hard and almost harmful, with his beard and tatoos, and now looked like such a peaceful, sleeping giant. Giulia couldn't but look again at his ciseled body before putting her thoughts together and standing on her feets.

<<...che ore sono?>> whispered her to herself, wondering which time of the day it was while walking around and see where Alejandro and Asta were; once on the free and openly uncovered beach, Giulia took a deep breath, feeling the air already warm and filled with the scent of the seabreeze. The sand was still not broiling at the plant of her feets, making her almost sure that they were still somewhere early in the morning. Still, morning or not, the sun already was showing its fierce power with boustful, merciless strenght, as her skin, exposed by less than a minute, started to tingle and itch, a stronger blow of breeze, passing over her tight and airy tank-top reminded her of the heated night, as her sweat drenched the clear fabric. <<...magari un bagnetto...>> tought her while admiring the sweet waves of the ocean lazily crashing over the beach with their still thunderous sound that echoed again and again and again for kilometers and kilometers in every direction, and she remained still, looking at the pure beauty of those elements, the one that made people of every continent to abandon their lifes and move into those primordial paradises, made of simple things and simple thoughts, lulled and cuddled by the sea and the palms...

With her legs already bare and with her newly acquired tank-top, she walked over the sand, inhaling, step by step, the pure air that came from nowhere in the middle of the ocean; suddently, she moved her hands to her head and, with a slight twist, she undid the knot that held her dark-brown hairs in a bun. Her hairs sticked together, reminder of her salt-based swim the day before, but a light fumbling of her hands, allowed her hairs to run free past over her shoulders and to wave in the morning's breeze. Finally, her feets met the muddy shore, immediately, the fresh waters of the ocean sent a sparkle of refreshment from her toes to her ears, only urging her to splash into the shallow water and refresh. Blowing away the disgusting salty water from her mouth, she took a few steps then, satisfied and refreshed, started to walk to the beach.

She noticed that the water soaked her tank-top for good, making the outline of her pink nipples to appear like she was a Wet Shirt pageant, but the thought, despite disappointeng her, was soon replaced by the certainess, true or not, that the sun will soon dry it off, replacing the sheer and unwelcomed transparency with its original opacity.

"Oh, eccoli la!" tought her while waving at Alejandro and Asta, as she walked toward them.
 
Aerin woke just as Giulia was walking away. He couldn't help but watch her walk towards the water, admiring the way her hips swung side to side with every step. Sitting up he ran his dry tongue over the roof of his mouth and grimaced. Standing he shook a bit of the sand off before grabbing a bottle of water and drinking slowly from it. They were going to need to find a fresh source soon or they would be in trouble.

Going to the piles of clothes he searched and searched for something that would fit him but everything looked to be too small for his large frame. Shrugging his grabbed a towel and walked to the beach. Just before he got to the wet sand he peeled off his salt encrusted boxers with a sigh of relief standing in all his naked glory in the sun and breeze. Walking out into the ocean he dived into the water and swam out a bit enjoying the coolness of it as the waves washed away the sand on his body.

Taking a few minutes to swim about, stretching his body and working the stiffness out of his limbs he returned to the shore, water streaming down his bare body. Spotting the others not to far off he gave them a wave as he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist before walking to join them.
 
As Giulia smiled and walked toward the couple, she heard a loud slash coming from the waters at her back and, turning her head, she saw the blonde head of Aering to disappear and appear from within the shallow waters and waves, she turned her head again, but, after a few more steps, she was hearing no more his splashes and, turning her head again in the slight concern of Aerin in difficulty in the sea, she saw him walking on the beach. "...che manzo..." tought her while giving a quick glance at his large and muscled body, tanned and trained at the right point, until her eyes noticed that no fantasy pattern of colours came from his loins, as she slowly realized that he just took a skinny-dipped bath and was now covering his jewels with a towel. Trying not to appear impressed or with the face of someone that just saw too much, she walked closer to Alejandro and Asta.

<<Ciao!>> said her with a bright smile and a wave of her hand, she approached close to Asta, and peeked what's in her hands. Water was still dripping from her voluptuous body and the thank-top soaky clinged to her body, and, with a quick adjustment of her glasses with a finger over her cute nose, she clearly saw the cucumberish object in her hand that hummed and seemed to vibe <<...ah....>>
 
As he was trying to get prepared and thinking about a way to explain himself, Alejandro gave time for his comrades to shake off last night's sleep in the waves of the ocean, being unable to glance over and over again to Asta's bright giggles and playful behavior on the beach. Thankfully for his sense of decorum, and even if the images of her body the day before came to mind, Asta was soon dressed with an awfully cute attire that made her look wonderful. As she twirled and turned on the distance, the skirt hiked, offering just a hint, a suggestion, almost a mirage of sorts of what the skirt should hide, what underwear should cover. It wasn't as Asta haven't been exposed the day before, but seeing it almost as he was spying and in a day where he didn't feel confused and battered had a different effect on Alejandro, sending a tingle down there.

Reluctantly peeling his eyes away, Alejandro turned back to search for something to keep him busy, distracted while the others sorted out their morning routine, but soon the curious voice of his savior, his tormentor, called his name, a summon he couldn't nor did want to avoid. "Dime?" he asked out of habit even if she couldn't understand, turning around. "Coño!" he uttered out of surprise, his face starting to blush at the sight of the object Asta was holding. Alejandro laughed quietly and nodded at her, sharing the lighthearted joke he thought Asta was making, a cheerful way to start the morning. As he looked at Asta's body language and how she operated the vibrator, how she toyed with it, coming closer to him, looking curiously at his face Alejandro understood that Asta didn't know what that thing was, and his smile froze into an awkward grin.

How could he explain it? Would he dare? Should he lie? "A ver... esto..." Alejandro mumbled, taking the vibrator out of Asta's hands, inspecting it to make up some time. Maybe he could sell it as a back massager? It could work if they were alone in the island, but the moment somebody else saw it things would get weird. He felt bad at the idea of lying to Asta as well, specially if there was no reason to do it beyond how shy Alejandro was. He hoped that she had at least notions of male anatomy, or this would be even more difficult than it already was. Alejandro resorted to drawing in the sand once more, making two stick figures, one with a dress and the other with pants. He then made a like in the groin of the one with the pants, proceeding to point to the vibrator and the line in the drawing. Maybe it was too hard to understand, so he added his own groin to the pointing game, trying for Asta to understand that it was similar, or at least could cover a similar function?

How to explain its usage without his already red face exploding was a mystery. Alejandro pointed up the dress of the stick figure with it, unsure of how to broach the subject. He would be awkward trying to explain the usage of such a thing to someone that understood his language, but trying to do it with a cute girl that didn't? It was stuff out of nightmares, more embarrassing that the ones about going to school without pants. He returned the object to Asta while he doubled his gesturing efforts, making an okay gesture with his left hand and making the index finger of the right one go in and out in a gesture he thought universal when not only Giulia stumbled upon them, but Aerin was also coming close. Getting caught in such situation was bad enough if Alejandro could manage to look Giulia into her eyes instead of her sheen shirt.
 
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