Deserted Island

[Sharub]

The curvy girl followed him into the waters of that heavenly lake, inwardly thinking at the curiosity of that inverted "Nymph luring a warrior into the lake", as the strong and muscled body of Aering was dragging her soft, full shapes into the freshness of the water. It was a short, yet slow and endless walk, as the water level slowly rose from ankles to knee and up her thighs, her mind went ablaze with thoughts "...oh mamma... nuda. NUDA! Nel lago. Con lui! Nudo! Giulia, che stai facendo!? ...si... quest'isola è certamente maledetta. Non...non ci sono dubbi..." her eyes absently flickered behind the fogged screen of her glasses as, with doubts, she followed him into the fresh embrace of the island's spell. Her eyes couldn't deny her a few luxurious gazes on his strong, tanned back, with muscles springing with pure athleticity at each step, and, biting her lower lip for a brief instant, she felt the need to slap his equally strong bottom, making her mind lost over a seemingly endless roaming exploration of his body when she realized that the water was freshly tingling over her belly and, step after step, reached her bountyful, pale breasts. The fresh water made her pink nipples to naturally stiffen and, after realization, she blushed even more, unable to cover herself as both her hands where bound into his tight, yet gentle, grasp, but his eyes. Oh... his eyes guided her more than his whole body as for not a single moment she saw them to avert their contact from hers.

Once the water was on her shoulders, she saw him to stop and let her hands go. She felt her hands empty and cold, missing his guidance already. Giulia looked around, realizing that they were almost in the middle of the lake, making it a seemingly perfect watering and swimming spot. Suddently, she saw him to raise a finger "...uh...uno?" thought her, but soon, his meaning dawned on her, as he dropped beneath the water, allowing Giulia to think as if she was alone. Gulping, she had a brief moment for her thoughts "...cosa sto facendo? ...siamo appena precipitati... dovremmo essere con la coda tra le gambe. Piangere. Organizzare. Eppure... ci stiamo comportando come se fossimo sulla spiaggia. Si. ...non... non è un pensiero razionale. Eppure... guardalo... che manzo... forse... non è così male qui, dopotutto..." and, gasping, she was abruptly brought back to reality when he got up from the bottom of the water with a loud splash and, to her eyes, like every top-tier model that exits from a pool of water, he splashed his long hairs and slickened them back with a smile, leaving her to think, for the nth time, to be watching an advertisement.

The feeling of nakedness was almost forgotten and randomly brought back to her senses when she looked down her chest and the pale globes of her chest appeared without other vivid colors of a costume beneath the rippled cristal-clear water of the lake; still, she felt her face warm, almost hot, as she imagined how laughable her face would be now, with her face reddened in awkward and shyness and her heavy glasses made almost impossible to see-tru for the steam in her cheeks. But when she saw him to smile... with that new, unseen smile... confident, warm, soothing...needy... she felt her face to flush even more, making her to wish to just slump into the fresh water and cool herself off, but she wasn't able to look away... to look away from his smile.

Gulping loudly with open-wide eyes, she felt so tiny as Aerin's body came, slowly step by step, in front of her and shook with surprise when his arms, firstly mistook for water-snakes grabbing her, but when she saw his armos around her, felt a sense of security that is most welcomed in that wrecked island. But as always, she couldn't expect his might as, seemingly without efforts, he pulled her from the water and held her tightly against his body. Giulia yelped in surprise, her chest heaving up and down with each quick, accelerated, excited breath coming from her lips, slightly parted in a surprised, silent question. His body warmth, the silence around them, the need of an hug. Simple thoughts, passing one by one trough her being as her arms, so pale against his bulk, circled on the back of his neck, both for support and for that hug. "...un abbraccio..." thought her "...solo un calmo. Sicuro. Intenso... Abbraccio. Si. Solo. ". Brief, long, endless instants of bodies tightly holding onto eachother, sharing their warmth, sharing their softness and hardness, two humans comforting eachother in a moment of despair.

Or...

With her eyes locked into his, wating to return with her feets over the fresh mud of the lake's bottom and with the realization of her naked body so open and on display in front of him... ON his body, she was almost trembling for that...but suddently... his face tilted... approached hers...

A kiss.

"Un bacio". A kiss. The smalles yet most powerful of silent messages. With her eyes open-wide in surprise, she felt her heart to race into her chest and the warmth in her cheeks to stove her head. Time stopped all around her, as her eyes constantly passed his warm smile trough her pupils.

*gulp*

With her breasts heaving up and down, in a quick fast-paced breathing, she saw his head to move away, as if to look her reaction.

"...oddio... mo che faccio?"

Not knowing what to do, taken completely by surprise, she found herself to open up her mouth, as if to say something...just to close her lips in a tight, mumbling seal... opening her lips again to speak... and keeping her voice silent. Biting her lips, she looked at the lake and sighed. Then, slightly patting his strong arms, she made him to let her go on the lake's fresh embrace and then, with the head buzzing and echoing with her own heartbeat, she decided how to say it all. With her eyes locked into his, she made an heart with her fingers and placed it over her chest and moved it up and down and slightly parting her fingers, almost broking its shape, beating out of her chest; then, with both hands in front of her, she waved them slightly, toward the ground while she too repeated <<Piano>> with a kind smile, nodding in the meantime.

 

[Sigr]

Alejandro looked strangely to Asta, as she seemed to understand most of the things he intended, and yet pointed in a different direction where they had come from. For a moment he considered that she didn't want to go through the derelict church, perhaps even feeling odd about the broken cross she had used as a weapon, but it was probably just a matter of being practical. It probably was just his imagination, perhaps she wanted to just go through a shortcut after all. "Uno, dos, tres?" Alejandro wondered when Asta instructed him, rising one, two and three fingers to match. He didn't even dare to match the pronunciation of those, but mimicked the lifting gesture to make Asta see that he understood it.

Even with the load shared, the beast weighted quite a lot, making all it's stomps on Alejandro's chest and abdomen hurt a bit more. Focusing on Asta's wonderful voice and her occasional smile helped him ignore it and soldier on, it was just a few bruises, nothing serious or debilitating like yesterday. He was still sore, of course, but with the sudden shock of finding himself there passed, Alejandro was capable of enduring way better. Specially with Asta around.

Alejandro's sense of direction wasn't bad, knowing that they were going more or less in the good direction, but Asta's soon proved to be way more accurate as they appeared basically next to the camp. "Ungh" Alejandro groaned and stretched out a bit, free of the pig's weight, although he soon was assaulted by something way better. She was practically yelling, perhaps even calling him something long and complicated that her voice made sound amazing. Both of them were dirty, sticky and smelly, be it sweat or blood, and yet Alejandro didn't mind that nor the pain in his torso, just wanted to feel Asta closer after having escaped with such a piece.

"No tengo ni idea de que es eso de mecha estalla que me estás diciendo, pero suena bien" Alejandro commented with a smile. They could use a bath, although salty waters wouldn't make it better and the work they had ahead would make them dirty once more. They had to butcher and conserve the animal the best they could, and there were a few options to do that, even in such a place. Getting salt would be no issue, specially with the trinkets Aerin brought from the plane, but that would take time, so it was better to start with it as soon as possible.

To keep the pork meat edible as much time as possible, Alejandro's cooking expertise could think of three main methods now that he was devoid a fridge. Both brine and salting would require a salt that they didn't have at the time, but the sooner the better. Either way, there were five of them there, even if two were lost in the jungle and Kim-Ly seemed to be comfortable being a free spirit, so if they started to eat that pig it wouldn't last long enough to rot, but Alejandro still wanted to make certain preparations.

Picking up an empty wide briefcase that was quite big and hard cased, Alejandro signaled Asta to follow him while he carried the briefcase towards the ocean. It was easy getting there, but the return trip was going to be harder. With Asta's help, they opened the suitcase wide, filling it with seawater. Laboriously carring it back to the dry sand, Alejandro motioned Asta to slowly leave it there. "Con el sol el agua se evaporará" he said, pointing to the scalding sun and making wavy finger gestures trying to and from the water there. "Entonces tendremos sal" Alejandro continued, dipping a finger in and tasting it with the tip of his tongue. "Sal" repeated.

Not knowing if Asta had finally caught the meaning of what he intended to do, even if haphazardly and without preparation, he gestured for them to come back to the camp and away from the sun. Searching for the widest and flattest rock he could, Alejandro motioned Asta to help him drag the animal there. Picking up his knife set, including a small but sharp butcher's cleaver, Alejandro wanted to start cleaning the beast as soon as possible. He knew after what happened that Asta had some amount of experience in that area, as she had just expertly killed it, not to mention the outfit she had been wearing before getting... more free spirited. Making a few gestures around the beast and putting the knife set between them, Alejandro wanted for them to collaborate skinning the creature, then gutting it would be nasty but easy enough.

 

[AnnaBeth]

There were so many knives to choose from, a wealth of steel and a display of finesse with it that Asta could only imagine. Alejandro had to be so talented, so skilled and smart with them to own so many. Knives like she hadn't ever seen before hid their mysteries behind keen edges and purposeful curves. It seemed like he wanted her help but she was reluctant to take over, to shake the confidence he needed. The confidence that was inside of him, part of his gentle soul and incredible intellect, but one he didn't seem to quite believe in. She needed to reassure him, to draw it out of him. Asta needed Alejandro to believe in himself so he could help all of them survive.

Nodding, Asta picked out a heavy cleaver, a huge hunk of steel, and an equally large carving knife, big tools suited to breaking joints and separating the animal into quarters. Asta could do it with no problem, had done it so often in her past that the only issue would be the slightly different anatomy of a pig versus a reindeer, but she needed Alejandro to feel like he was contributing. Also, after her time with Ingrid she knew that people from the other world were reluctant, not used to, everyday jobs.

For herself she picked out a slender but strong bladed boning knife and made a slitting motion on the animal then pointed to herself. Mimicking a cleaver, she chopped at the ribs, the limbs and pointed to Alejandri.

Nodding, once she was sure he understood, Asta went to the pig, a female, and made a quick stab just above the anus, below the tale, and then stuck her finger in to feel for the colon, the knife alongside it as she cut an oval around the anus and vagina, careful not to slit the colon. When it was done Asta gave a quick, hard yank, pulling both free a few inches then twisting them so they wouldn't fall back inside. Her next cut, again guided by her fingers alongside the knife, split the animal open all the way up past the ribs. Reaching inside, up to her elbows, Asta swept her hands around to pull everything free and then-

Bloody arms, glistening ropes on intestines, the dark red-blue of lungs and deep red liver and pale stomach all slid out at once. Asta dumped it at the back of the pig and went back inside, then emerged with the bean shaped kidneys. From the entrails she pulled out the liver and quickly sliced a thin piece of it and popped it into her mouth. Rich, rich and dark with taste and nutrition the liver was savory and still warm from the animal and she could feel the nutrition and vitamins in it coursing into her body, nourishing it.

Asta cut another slice and offered it to Alejandro with her bloodstained hands, motioning for him to take it and eat it, mouth a little blood around the lips as she continued to chew.

 

[Kosmik_Khaos]

Aerin let Giulia slip from his grasp and move away from him. He was a bit worried at first until she smiled at him and made a heart over her chest. A small, crooked smile tugged up one corner of Aerin's mouth and he recognized the word she spoke. "Piano?" He thought for a moment, she wasn't talking about the instrument, so what did it mean. He racked his brain for it's other meanings and then smiled when it came to him. "Soft, slow, quiet, or something along those lines." Smiling to her he made the same shape above his chest, then broke it to lay his palm flat on his chest them moved it to lay on hers. He mouthed the word "Piano" to her and nodded. He would take it slow with her.

Stepping back from her he laid back in the water floating on his back and gently kicking his feet to propel him further into the lake. A blissful grin on his face as he stared up at the sky over head. His thoughts were happy, maybe things wouldn't be so bad on this island after all. Turning over in the water he swam to the center of the lake and took a deep breath before diving in. The water was clear and he could see for yards around him. As he went deeper he saw shadows flitting about all around. "Fish?" Holding still he stared hard into the depths watching until he saw something moving again. It was definitely a fish.

Lungs burning for air he swam to the surface and broke it with a gasp. Grinning widely he swam back to Giulia and excitedly hugged her. Pulling away he started to sign to her before remembering that she wouldn't understand. Slowing down he pointed to the water at the center, then made an eating motion by bringing his fingers to his mouth and rubbing his stomach. He hope she got the gist that he found another source of food. Fishing in the ocean was possible, but could be difficult with what little they had available, most of the big fish were out a ways, but in a lake that was much easier.

Pointing back and forth between the two of them he mimed walking with his fingers and pointed back towards the direction of the beach. A finger moved between them, then to their lips, followed by him spinning it in the air in a circle and held up three fingers. Pointing to the water he sighed the word for water and made the drinking motion.

 

[Sharub]

At first, she wasn't sure that he'll understand what she said or even what she gestured "...specificare una parola con uno che non parla la tua, complimenti ragazza. ...e poi il cuore che scoppia... sarà giusto? Avrà capito? Avrà frainteso? COSA avrà capito? Oh cacchio... e adesso? Se avesse capito che..." still, she saw him smile and ponder, thinking, translating her gestures into his brain. Suddently, his hands moved... an heart over his chest, then flat on his chest, and again over her chest, making her shudder at the touch of his rough hands over her delicate skin, and when he spoke and repeated what she said, Giulia felt like in a dream, with the jungle...the fall thundering not far away... cuckatoos screaming over their heads and the sound and smells of a forest, and there they are... both nude as mother natured made humans, he... a savage with a tanned and sculpted body, a strong and bearded face like that of a warrior, and she... so smooth, so soft and with her glasses, making her sigh for a moment and almost needing to be pinched to awake from that personal re-enactment of Tarzan and Jane; shooking her head, she awakened from her open-eye dream and saw her Tarzan to nod and smile. "...oh cielo..." .

When he begun to swim on his back, with his body half covered by the fresh sheet of water and his other parts emerging from it, like rocky islands floating into the calm and placid ocean. "Anche lui che si comporta con calma... guardalo... ...guardalo... come se tutti si sbattessero di essere uno dei quattro sopravvissuti del volo... almeno centinaia di persono hanno perso la vita... non pensano alle famiglie...alla loro vita... a tutto? ...neppure io ci penso molto...sento che dovrei disperarmi... ho perso tutto, e potrei perdere molto altro...sento che è sbagliato non disperarmi... ma... è come se non ce la facessi...come se mi stesse bene stare qui... con..." thinking, she naturally crossed her arms beneath her ample bust, shelfing her generous breasts as she mumbled and pouted her lips, her brown eyes following Aering floating around the lake like if he was in the most safe and calm swimming pool of the world "mah...più ci penso e più mi convinco che siamo tutti morti..."

A splash of water brought her back from her thoughs, noticing that he was now swimming underwater, and despite she was meters away from him, the water was so clear that she could clearly see his movements, his arms and legs as he swam beneath the surface of the lake. Suddently, almost agitated, he swam back to the surface, gasped for air and then quickly swam back to her. Surprised, she let go her arms and, when he was near, he jumped into her, hugging her tightly "...ma che... ci sta prendendo gusto, eh?" thought her with an inner smirk. As his hands moved, she focused on them, knowing that on the island, their hands become the major way to communicate "Acqua, centro. Bocca. ...buono?" as she translated, she squinted her eyes in concetration until <<OH! Si!>> and clapped her hands excitedly, making a slitherin motion with her right hand.

But he wasn't stopping there with explainations "Noi...camminare...indietro..." <<Oh...>> she nodded and repeated his motion, by pointing at her, at him and to other three ghosts on his side, as to indicate the other three survivors. Making thumbs up, she decided to take a quick bath before going back. Moving her hands on the back of her head, she undid the soft-rubber band that held her brown hairs in a tight bun, realizing, only an instant later, that she presented her chest with her spine slightly arched back, practically serving them for his gaze, realizing it, she squealed, feeling her cheecks to turn red and splashing into the water, leaving only her head over the fresh water. Sighing, she passed her hairs, now freed from the rubber-band that was made slid on her right wrist, and, closing her nose with an hand while holding her glasses with the other, Giulia moved totally beneath the water, feeling the fresh water to touch her scalp and trough her hairs. This time keeping in mind her nakedness, she lifted only her head and combed her hairs back.

Turning her back to him, she started to walk away as she tried to spot her tank top, that she remembered being tossed over the sand, with a motion that made her blush, and her panties that... "oh cazzo..." as she realized that she just stepped outside her panties while in the water, she immediately begun to look around, trying to spot them floating nearby or... quickly, she moved near the place where she have been undressed, but nothing of that sparklingly light-blue hue was to be seen in that area, and nothing alike floated around as well, just when she spotted the lake to have a light current that ran away and probably ended into some deadly canyon. With water at her ankles and with her bare body dripping with water, she took a sigh and looked at Aerin "...mo come ci torno indietro senza mutande?" as she thought, she bit her lips, wondering if it will be such a tragedy to return with her tank top tied on her waist and without bra...

 

[Sigr]

Alejandro smiled, looking at Asta's instructions, confusing his patience with hesitation perhaps, if sometimes it was hard to read her, he could only guess that it worked the other way. Even then, she seemed to be interested in chopping the animal in parts before skinning it, something that Alejandro didn't know much of, as he never dealt with game that wasn't already clean. He could chop off that boar in a couple of minutes and have it ready to cook, but skinning it would be new for him. Either way, Asta got into action as soon as she had given him instructions, something amusing when at the restaurant it was him the one that guided the process, although he had followed indications for years as he learned, so it was no issue. Curious about what Asta was going to do, and not wanting to get in her way, Alejandro waited and stared unabashed, delighted to see the little girl in action.

To Alejandro's awe, it soon showed that Asta wasn't only swift and precise in killing the beast, but also in disemboweling it. He should be queasy about the process, he should feel disgust when Asta pulled the pig's disgusting insides out, and yet, Alejandro felt nothing of that. There was something about what they were doing, something about Asta working so hard and sure of herself that had a beauty to it beyond Alejandro's infatuation with the girl. Once she sliced up pieces of raw liver for them to eat, Alejandro started to understand it, or so he thought.

They were alive.

It may feel as something obvious, but they had survived the impossible, and now they struggled against their situation to keep fighting, to keep being alive. As Alejandro chewed on that warm bloody organ that tasted better than anything he had ever come across, he knew. It was her life, her constant fight to keep not only her but the ones surrounding her alive. Feeling invigorated, Alejandro couldn't help but laugh and nod, looking at those sparkling pale eyes that were beaming at him. They were alive, dammit, and to hell if that stupid island thought that it could kill them.

"Estamos vivos, Asta" Alejandro said, leaning in closer, his hands on her shoulders. "Estamos vivos" repeated, sharing a kiss, bloodstained lips mushed against each other. Happy and decided, Alejandro picked up his tools of the trade and taking advantage of the sharpness of his steel, he decided he was going to do something special even if he had never tried his hand on it. Memories of his father and grandfather doing so appeared in his head, they seemed as clear as if they were yesterday's events, yet he knew that it was his mind filling the gaps of his childish recollections.

Alejandro moved quickly, removing the ears so they wouldn't be a bother, then cutting into the skin all along the animal's length. Leaving the knives aside once he was done, he pulled with all the strength he could muster, slowly peeling the creature off, making use of a small knife from time to time to help himself with the hardest bits. The end result was a bit uneven, and small patches of skin were still to be removed, but he had managed to take most of the skin of the wild pig in one go. He knew that it had to be scraped of small bits yet, but he wasn't aware of what else could he have to do to the skin to make it usable. Perhaps Asta would know, and anyways it was a gift for her rescue and killing. Folding it the best he could, Alejandro presented the skin to her with both hands, nodding and smiling.