Boonie smirked as he approached the beach. Wayloo had come by the bar and told him about the laughter; she hadn't been able to identify the voices, but the minute after he closed the establishment and neared the area, he knew who the voices belonged to: Colleen and K.C.
When he was close enough, he saw them dancing around the fire---or, trying to dance, rather. He stiffled his laughter, watching them with smiling eyes. While the sand was posing problems in conjunction with the alcohol's effects, both women still managed to radiate their inner senses of sensuality. K.C., he thought, would always look sensual.
She put her hand on McMurphy, slowing her dancing to an eventual halt. Boonie waved when both women were looking his way. He neared them. "And what are you two doing?"
McMurphy grinned. "Voodoo." K.C. slapped her arm, as if trying to shut her up, but the brunette wouldn't heed her warning. "Burning things."
He chuckled. "And the dancing?"
"Voodoo therapy," K.C. replied, still smiling. "What are you doing out here?"
He answered with a smile. "Wayloo said some crazy noses were coming from the beach." He shrugged. "I thought I'd check it out."
Boonie suggested: "Why don't you two go inside and sleep or something?"
K.C. shrugged. He knew she wouldn't listen. She never did like to be told what to do. "Not tired, yet."
Colleen raised a hand. "I think I'll head to bed."
He smiled. "I'll take you there." He turned to the redhead. "K.C.?"
She replied with a shake of her head. "I'm gonna stay here for a bit and watch it all burn."
~*~
She looked up when she saw movements beyond the dying fire. Boonie waved. She waved back, glad to see him, but didn't speak uptil he was closer: "Did she give you any trouble?"
He shook his head and sat down next to her in the sand. "Nah. She was asleep before she even hit the pillow. Is she---"
K.C. interrupted him. "It's the pilot."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
When he put an arm around her, she fell into the embrace, leaning against his shoulder. "You okay?" He asked, his voice rolling over the accent she enjoyed so much.
"Yeah." She pulled her head up to look at him. Slowly, she brought a hand up to caress his cheek, letting one finger graze his lips.
"Good," he whispered hoarsely. She smiled and leaned up to replace her finger with her lips. He kissed her back, his hold tightening on her torso as he brought his other arm around her.
K.C. sighed; she never felt more like just a woman than when she was with him. He brushed her hair out of her blue eyes and smiled at her. "Maybe we should go inside."
"Afraid someone might be watching?"
"K.C...."
She chuckled and stood up, managing to pull him up with her. "Okay, okay. Let's go."
~*~
Deep down, he didn't like her room. But, he never really qualified the feelings or vocalised them. Mostly, he knew it was because he never really had a chance to when he was inside there.
K.C. was already tugging at his tan t-shirt, trying to expose more skin for her hungry touch. He groaned as her fingers danced under the flimsy fabric; eventually, he moved to help her, lifting his arms after tucking his identification tags out of the way. She quickly removed the garment and tossed it behind her shoulder. Their lips met again, before Boonie opened her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders, onto the floor.
She stepped back and took her shirt off, dropping it shortly after he bent his head and showered her newly exposed skin. She tasted good, he decided as he lavished her soft skin with affection. He always loved her skin---it made him forget the hardness of the world they were really living in.
Before he had a chance to prevent her, she was kneeling in front of him, untying his shorts and sliding them and his underwear down. She grinned up at him; but he frowned back. She asked: "What?"
Without a word, he pulled her up to her feet. She laughed softly and pushed him onto the bed; he watched as she finished undressing herself. She stood out of his reach as if putting her body on display for him. She wasn't untouchable, though, and he knew he was lucky to know that.
Once he slid into her, she gasped and tensed up. With him, lying underneath him wasn't about exploitation or power; instead, it was about completion, tenderness, and security, with only a hint of masculinity. He caressed her body, holding her to him while they moved together, spurring her on with quick and desperate kisses.
Her hand grazed the scar on his back and she shuddered. She almost halted their activities but he kissed her and pulled her hand away, dissolving her fears and worries.
She knew and loved his body. She knew where to touch him to provoke the best responses, and she relished the noises he made. "God, K.C.," he sighed in her hair. She smiled and kissed him. When she felt one of his hands travel between them she jumped and gasped. Unsure of what to say, she responded to his touch with soft moans of contentment.
He kissed her, his slow embrace contradicting his nimble fingers. Before she knew it, she was writhing underneath him, hips bucking as she felt her hidden muscles contracting. She felt him lose control, too; together they tumbled.
~*~
He couldn't smell anyone else but them on her pillow when he colapsed into the warm blankets. That pleased him. She reached up and kissed his cheek. In turn, he nuzzled her.
"Did you want to spend the night?"
He glanced down, surprised by her question. "If you don't... I mean, I don't want to intrude."
"You're not," she responded. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it."
"Yeah," he nodded, knowing she meant it.
Together, they adjusted their positions so that they held each other while falling asleep. His last thought was of all the things they needed to discuss but he knew that it wouldn't happen until later.
