<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85634.msg3856203#msg3856203">Quote from: Writersblockade on 05-11-2010, 14:24:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He chuckled at her and shook his head “Martha wouldn’t know what to do with herself, and would have probably picked out some nice looking flower without realizing it was poisonous. Don’t discount what you ladies have done here. Three years, Em…that’s a long time.” After seeing what he had to work with, Goner had gone back to his bag to grab the small flint and steel he kept at the side. He could probably do it with the two rocks, but it would have been terribly embarrassing and take too long “No lighter…I stopped smoking a long time ago. I have one flare in the bag, but I doubt that we should use It to light a fire” he chuckled at the thought of it…smoking them out of the cave was not his idea of a relaxing evening.<br/><br/>He was thankful for the privacy, but he was an A to B kinda guy, and his own discomfort now was worth comfort later on. He tore at a few smaller pieces of wood, and aimlessly created a pile of wood shavings. He had ended up creating more than he needed, since his eyes had wandered her way. The silhouette teased in just the right way. It showed her form, without details, with hints of femininity in the surrounding darkness. He found himself craning for a better view before he pulled himself back to the task at hand. He tried to pick the best wood to use in the beginning, and made a mental note to get more the first chance he got tomorrow.<br/><br/>It was, he had to admit, a long time since he had to do this for real, so he tried to get the shavings into a good bird’s nest , then surround it with smaller pieces, and then finally bring a big piece or two that was sure to catch well. The flint and steel rained sparks down on the shavings, and it wasn’t long before the fire took. A few soft blows make the starting fire brighten and spread, and he added the smaller pieces, and then the larger piece on them, so they could join the festivities. He imagined she was all done by now, and he gave a small “Tadaaaa” and chuckled at himself. <br/><br/>“Okay. As you know, we’ll just watch out for anything serious, but we should be good. If you want, we can finagle some way to get the clothes close to the fire, or we can leave it until tomorrow. This place seems to get good sun, and we can dry them then. However you like. I’m not picky” He stood and shrugged as he walked her way. He took his shirt off as he did and just kinda…lingered. Finally he took her by the hand and chucked his shirt to the side and walked back to the fire.<br/><br/>“Emily. I’ve done a lot of beating around the bush in my life, but this crash…our situation…well, I don’t want to not tell you how I feel.” He turned and looked at her “I have every intention of us waking up in that same sleeping bag…” he pointed to where it was “in the morning. I haven’t needed anyone or anything but my plane and the sky for a while, but I need you…I can’t even tell you why.” How could he put in words the need to feel connected to her? How something in her made him want to get closer, to intertwine with her body and being, and hear her voiced pleasure? He couldn’t…at least not comfortably. He only took his other arm and slid it around the small of her back “Don’t make me beg, Em. I’m bad at it” he said with a little grin.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He was an expert at making a fire, Emily watched as he placed the wood in the pit and got it started. She smiled as he quietly praised himself for starting the fire that would warm their bones. "We can just leave the clothes out to dry, we won't need these until later anyway." She hadn't really realized what she was saying, but on some subconscious level, she knew they would not be needing clothes until the morning light.<br/><br/>As he took his shirt off, she held her breath and bit her lip. He had a body that matched his good looks. Her heart was racing fast, and when he took her hand and pulled her from the shadows, she found herself floundering for words. He was stunning and the way he looked at her, she felt like a school girl with her first crush. She looked into his eyes as he told her his intentions, and she wanted all of it, to be twisted and tangled with him in the sleeping bag, to finally feel a mans warm body on her skin. She needed him too, and there was no need for him to beg for her. "Richard, I understand completely, and no, you won't have to beg," Emily leaned up, and pressed her body to his, kissing his lips softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She closed her eyes and was lost once again, this time in this wonderful mans embrace and kiss, and Emily was not looking to be found, she wanted to stay lost with him for as long as possible.