Jun 16, 2014
Nat and Steve. Giligan's Island style cast-away land.
(Jesus fucking christ)
"Three weeks," She said, temper growing as she neared him, "Three weeks, two days, and five hours." He was stubborn, but she was persuasive; if they were going to be stuck on this god-forsaken island she would at least make the best of it, and like hell she was going to let a resource like him slip between her fingers. She bullied him against a tree and pressed a kiss to his lips, body slotting against his perfectly, "All that time and I'm the one kissing you -- that's a blow to a girl's ego, Steve."
