Miss Me?

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He smiled at the small press of her lips, her reaction making him grin like a child.

There was a simple joy in the way that she acted. It was childish in a way, yes, but not a bad way. Kurt didn't mind it, it made him feel...well for lack of a better term, loved. There was something about the way that she moved, the way she touched him, pressed herself close even during this silly moments that made him feel better. It was something that he would miss when they were apart, something he would long for when he was alone without her.

"Well." He said as he chopped down into the wood once again, the log nearly split. The endeavor wouldn't take long, Jamie having picked the perfect tree to use as firewood. The thing had likely been dead for some time now, dried up and completely perfect for burning. "You could head back to camp and start making us a fire pit."

They would need to do that anyway. "Something simple, rounded with stones and dug into the beach a bit to protect from the wind."

He smiled at her and gave the wood another hearty chop. This time the log split entirely, the first section of wood breaking away.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie gave a nod. Building a fire pit was simple enough that she could do it without any help or explanation. That made her feel moderately useful. "I can do that, sure!" Leaning forward she would wait for Kurt to break the piece of wood he had been working on free of the rest of the tree before kissing him once more. "I'll see you shortly then." The blonde then stood, scooping up her backpack and tossing it over her right shoulder as she headed back toward the campsite. They hadn't gone too far in yet, so it would only take a handful of minutes to make her way back to the tent. Everything was as it had been when they left, unsurprisingly.

Rubbing her hands together Jamie looked around at the space they had. She wanted to build the fire close enough to the tent that they didn't have to walk far, but not close enough to cause a fire hazard. Also she would want to make sure that the rolling tide wouldn't wash away the fire pit. A few feet behind and to the left of the tent seemed a suitable area. Jamie tossed her pack to the side and began scooping a circular hole with her hands, just enough to make about five or six inches deep in a three foot radius, ensuring that the hole was near perfectly circular before standing back up to review her work.

"Okayyyy." She said, patting herself free of loose sand. "Now for the stones." For those she would have to make her way partially back inland as most of the stones on the beach were far too small to be used, the larger ones having been washed away long ago by the tides. A bit of searching yielded a dozen or so well shaped rocks that she could use, and spent the next several minutes carrying them all back to the campsite, before neatly arranging them in a circle to make complete the fire pit.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt managed to make quick work of the log. The combination of the heavy stone ax and the dried out wood meant that it was surprisingly easy to chop the once grand tree into pieces. There were splinters of course, massive chunks of would that flew from the tree as he chopped it to bits, though those would only provide kindling for the fire they would want to start later. Eventually he managed to work his way through the entire tree, chopping the whole of it into eight smaller logs which he could easily carry back to the campsite, albeit, one by one.

"Okay." He let out with a single great breath.

Sweat had managed to slowly slip down from his head and onto his shirt, pooling slightly. He shook as a breeze went by, a bit of cold crawling up his spine as he tried to shake the feeling. A hand came up and ran through his hair, catching knots and undoing them before he slowly stood and threw the Ax onto the ground. No doubt they would need the thing for later, but he was too exhausted to take proper care of it for now. Shifting slightly he scooped up one of the heavy logs.

Turning on his heel Kurt headed towards the beach.

A hum entered his throat as he walked, a soft song that reminded him of home.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie noticed Kurt as he emerged from the jungle carrying a bit of the wood that he had chopped. His forehead was dotted with beads of sweat, neck moist from the same. There was no doubt that the task of creating small enough logs to burn in the fire pit was exhausting, and for a moment she felt rather guilty for not being of much help in that aspect, though quickly enough she stood up, waiting for him to make it over to her before she greeted him with a kiss without a single care that he was damp with sweat.

"I got the fire pit all ready to go! Are you finished with the wood?" The tree had been a bit large so it was unsurprising that he had only returned with one of the segments. "You want some help to carry the rest back?" That was something she could help out quite a bit with. Sure, she was far from anything physically strong, but one didn't always need to use raw strength when they had the Force!

"The rest of the day will be ours after, I think."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt dumped the heavy wood beside the fire pit, letting out a sigh of exhaustion as it dropped to the floor.

"Sure." The Courier said when she offered help, the slight sheen of sweat being swooped up into his hair as a hand came to crawl through thick locks. "Just give me a sec."

He let his backpack drop to the floor by the tent once again, a bottle of water quickly finding its way from inside to his lips. He drained the thing almost immediately, finding that the coolness that had once been within the bottle had long ago been heated by the ambient temperature of Spira. Despite that, he smiled slightly as the hydration made him shake, his body thanking him for giving it the sustenance that he desperately needed. The empty bottle was slipped back inside the bag, Kurt wandering back over towards Jamie.

"We'll still have to start the fire, and check on the fishing lines later, but..." Kurt wandered off as his fingers slipped onto her hips, slowly drawing her in and giving her a gentle kiss.

He held her there for a moment, rolling his tongue and keeping her close until he pulled back. "...I think you're right."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Thirsty?" The rhetorical question was posed with a silly smile on her face.

Jamie watched as Kurt downed the entire bottle of water, stopping only when it was totally void of all contents. The blonde placed her hands on either side of his cheeks, the bit of moisture that had accumulated along his face transferring to the palms of her hands as she returned his kiss.

"Right. Let's get the rest of the firewood, and then maybe you can help me put this sunblock on the rest of my back before I look like a Sun going Super Nova tomorrow?"

Letting her hands fall back to her sides she scrunched her nose, feigning disgust. "You stink, you know?" A wide smile darted across her face as she stepped past him, heading for the jungle to finish up with the task of bringing the firewood back to the camp and then hopefully relaxing.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He darted after her, though there was no doubt to her statement of him smelling to high heavens. Kurt did well in hot weather, usually, but he did tend to sweat a lot no matter where he was. It was a quality that had stuck with him for most of his life, even on Tatooine. It helped keep him naturally cool, something that aided when living on a desert world like Tatooine. Here on Spira though, where the air was humid and the jungles were thick...well his own smell seemed to stick to him a little more.

"I smell?" He echoed her, chasing on her heel.

Kurt came up behind her, his feet digging into the hard ground as he suddenly scooped her up and into his arms.

His arm caught beneath her legs, catching her and picking her up in one quick motion so that she could not escape from his grasp. A wicked laugh escaped his lips, his eyes full of mischief and his face parted in a wide smile. There was a joy here, a simplicity in what they were doing. Kurt found himself enjoying her company more and more as the time went on, wanting nothing more but to stay here with her.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The blonde continued walking, her head facing forward as she made her way toward the felled tree that had been split into segmented logs. Her voice carried back toward Kurt. "Yes! You sme-" Suddenly she was interrupted by the abrupt lifting of her legs from the ground, her body suddenly becoming horizontal as the man picked her up in his arms.

Jamie let out a rather surprised gasp of momentary fear as her feet left the ground, her arms quickly wrapping around Kurt's neck out of pure reactionary response. "Damn it Kurt!" She exclaimed. A vibrant smile pushed her lips apart to put her dimples on display, her hand lazily slapping his shoulder as she laughed. "Put me down you creep! You stink!"

Again the girl scrunched her nose and tried to push her head away to get some distance from his body odor. "You're all wet and sticky!"

Jamie flailed and kicked her feet in his arms, trying to wiggle herself free.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt began to laugh, his voice booming out as his villainous choir echoed out about the island.

He began to rub himself against Jamie, his arms lacing around her and pressing her tightly against himself. Her pushed her skin against his own, his face burying deep in her neck, the scruff of his beard scratching against her skin and his hair gently brushing against her cheek. He dug into her, mischief on his lips and his voice echoing as he kept on laughing. His lips pressed again her skin, though he was hardly finished with his devious plot.

As soon as they reached the soft sands of the riverbank, he dropped her down, gently falling into the sands with her and climbing atop her.

His hands scooped up her wrists, fingers lacing around her arms and pinning them above her head before he slowly began to kiss her, nuzzling his sweaty face against her body without relent, a wide grin carrying over his face the entire time.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

A series of disgusted noises followed by hands pushing against Kurt's chest would be Jamie's protest at the man rubbing his filthy sweat soaked face and body all over her as he carried her, maniacal laughter and all a ways away from where he had lifted her just moments prior.

"Ack! Stop it! Stop it!" It was hopeless, he was simply stronger than her. She was at the mercy of this sweaty behemoth now. "Kurt Meyer! Stop it righ- Oof!" She felt her body impact the sand beneath her as Kurt released her from his arms a foot or so above the tan grains of sand below.

Before she had the opportunity to move the man had already climbed atop her and pinned her arms to the ground. A bout of laughter erupted from her lips as she tried furiously to free herself, playfully growling at him as she kicked up sand with her feet, sending it flying all over Kurt's back as he proceeded to kiss her.

"Let me go you weigh more than a waterlogged bantha!"

Despite her protests she was plainly excited. The girl bit at her lip as he kissed her neck, her arms laid in the sand passively, allowing him to keep her pinned. Her face turned a bit pink as her eyes met his as he pulled back and looked down at the blonde beneath him. There was something about him that she simply adored, without explanation or reason.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

He grinned, his lips pressing against her skin, his teeth gently grazing against her neck, his hands pinning her into the sand beneath them. There was a joy to this, a diving mirth that flowed through him. Her body reacted to his, squirming, wiggling, her laughter bubbling up past him and into the air as she tried her hardest to contain herself. He watched as her face became a flush red, her dimples going pink and the wide smile on her face interrupted by a bite to her lip.

"Or what?" Kurt asked as one hand slipped from her wrist and slowly teased down her side, the pads of his fingers slowly grazing over her stomach.

His lips pressed against hers for half a moment before slowly trailing back down to her neck.

"I think you're in no position to make demands." His fingers sailed lower. "Right now you seem to be entirely under my control."

Kurt's hand tightened ever so slightly on her wrist, his lips parting against her neck as he gently nibbled on her skin. He was half covered in sand, his hair a mess, his beard scratching against her sensitive skin. His focus however was entirely upon her. The feel of her skin, the sound of her laughter, the way she moved and writhed beneath him, the heat of her flesh against the tips of his fingers. He was lost within this sensations, completely and entirely.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

A quiet whimper escaped her as Kurt's teeth glanced over her neck, the feeling of anxious desire beginning to wash over her like the waves against the shore just a ways away from the two down the beach. The girl pushed against the sand beneath her body with her feet, attempting to slide herself away from beneath him, though with little success due to the lack of maneuverability that the free moving sand provided.

The moment his hand retreated away from her wrist and glided over her stomach she attempted to force free her other hand by tugging at Kurt's own, again though, with little success. His touch across her belly caused her to wiggle, the feeling of the tips of his fingers tickling her midsection. Though with nowhere to go, all she could do was laugh and try and hold him back with her free hand.

"Not fair!" She shouted in between giggles. That laughter was cut short by the surprise shifting of Kurt's hand as it made its' way lower, instead turning to a tremble of her jaw, a rolling of her eyes back, the tilting of her head upwards, pushing the sand further beneath her as golden locks of hair became entangled with the grains of sand, another heated whimper and groan in response to his touch.

"I..." A heavy breath replaced any words she might very well have thought to say in the moment.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt pressed his lips against her neck. "Yes, My dear?"

He would tease her, his fingers gently floating lower, his hand sinking beneath cloth.

The catch of her breath, the press of her body, everything about her was intoxicating to him. He couldn't help but touch those buttons, couldn't help but press and gently graze her skin. There was a beauty to the way she reacted to him the way she squirmed and wriggled beneath him. Kurt breathed against her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin and his finger curling against her. His other hand pinned her to the sands, his fingers pressing her wrist.

"Are you trying to say something?" He let out a hot breath against her neck. "I can't hear you."

His fingers would press against her, gently sliding slower.

Kurt couldn't help himself now, he was lost, entirely gone and slipped away within her body. There was no stopping him now, no pulling away, The Courier wanted her, wanted his prize, wanted everything about her. Every last bit.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie's heart was pounding still, the excess sweat built up from moments ago caused thousands of tiny granules of sand to stick to her back. Her hair likewise was engulfed in the stuff. Her lungs drew in a few deep, slow breaths to try and steady her breathing. Not that Jamie had any frame of reference, but Kurt was a phenomenal lover, so much so that thinking about what they'd just done flared a spark of red against her cheeks again, causing her to bite down on her lip as another smile formed.

"You." She said, poking his side gently. "You're trouble." Jamie looked around to find where her bikini top and bottom had managed to disappear to. "I'm going to wash this sand out of my hair. Don't you cause any more mischief." She tapped his nose with her index finger, leaning over to kiss him delightfully once before scooping up her swimwear and heading for the beach, stepping into the bottoms before reaching the water and adjusting the back by hooking her two fingers along the seams and straightening it. The top was slipped on and tied in the back as she waded herself into the shallow ocean waters.

With a quick turn of her head and a smile painting her face she submerged her head beneath the water, allowing the sand to wash away as the current pushed and pulled at her before finally resurfacing, shaking her hair free of the droplets clinging to golden locks. Both arms extended out of the water, her fingers curling back, gesturing for Kurt to come join her.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

"Am I?" He asked as she slowly slipped away from him, the warmth of her skin slowly leaving as she moved back towards the beach.

Kurt knew exactly what he did to Jamie, the way that he made her squirm and wriggle, the way that she moved against him. Every time she moved, every time she pressed against him, every time she breathed on his skin it was like she was driving him to do more, to press ahead. The Courier was intoxicated by her, wholly and entirely enthralled. He could not have explained it for the life of him, and as he lay within the sands he couldn't help but feel completely and entirely at ease.

His head tilted, his eyes falling on her.

For a time Kurt simply watched her, baby blue eyes following her lithe form as she danced back into her swimsuit, slipping into the waters and purging herself of the sands that had collected on her skin. A slow smile crept on his face, one of simply joys and even simpler pleasures.

When she motioned for him to join her he lingered for a moment, enjoying the sight of her, the smile on her face and the mischief in her eyes, the two tiny dimples that formed at the corner of her mouth. Almost involuntarily Kurt bit his lip. His eyes closing for half a moment as he took a deep breath and gathered himself. The Courier wasn't quite sure if this was a perfect world, if he had somehow managed to stumble into perfection, but he thought he might have been close. He thought that this might have been heaven.

With an almost impossibly liquid like grace Kurt pulled himself from the sands, not bothering with the collection of his underwear and simply rushing to join Jamie within the water.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

The very moment Kurt splashed into the water Jamie would jump up, arms wrapping around the man's neck, legs around his waist. A delighted laugh resonated through the air as she held onto him, though fully aware that he may well fall face forward and into the crashing waves, but she hardly could care. The blonde buried her face in Kurt's neck, kissing him frantically while her blonde locks draped over his shoulder and around her face.

"I'm gonna pay for this tomorrow you know." She said through her laughter. "No sunblock all day. Not a cloud in the sky for miles. I'm going to be so burned."

About the only areas Jamie had protected before they got to shore was her neck, face, arms, and lower legs. Her back had been exposed for quite some time, as well as her stomach, upper legs, and thighs, having tossed aside her more covering clothes in exchange for the swimwear and comfort of the sea breeze. "I blame you, you know." The girl rose her lips from his neck, whispering into his ear before she sank her teeth gently into his lobe. "You made me do all this work." She began to count on her fingers, holding each one up after she listed off the next item. "You held me down and had your way with me." She started laughing again, digging each of her extended fingers into his ribs to tickle him. "You made me wade through the jungle. And you kept promising to help me and never delivered!" She pressed all four fingers between the two lowest ribs, hoping to make him squirm and fall with her into the water.

"You asked what I was gonna do? Now pay the price Kurt Meyer!"

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt began to flail wildly.

He had never really thought of himself as being ticklish before, had never really thought of himself as being vulnerable in that way at all, but apparently, as both Kaile and Jamie had now discovered Kurt was far more ticklish than he could ever have imagined before. At first she wrapped herself around him, enticing him, kissing him, biting him. Her fingers snaked about him and curled as though she were about to do something far different, and then he suddenly felt a jarring poke and prod of his ribs.

Almost instantly Kurt began to react, attempting to throw Jamie from himself and flailing as she began to tickle him.

"You!" He accused. "Stop that!"

Kurt struggled against her grasp, flailing and rushing to try and get her away before he suddenly lost his footing within the murky sands on the bottom of the cove. "Noooo!"

The Courier shouted in an overly dramatic fashion, flailing as Jamie continued to jab her fingers into his side and send him tumbling down into the water. A deep breath filled his lungs before he splashed down, his hands sliding around her and latching onto her so he could holder her close beneath the beautiful topaz ocean.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Stop what!?" She exclaimed, "Like you did back on the beach!? Hmm!? Okay!"

When Kurt began to fall the girl pulled away her hand from his ribs, hooking it back around his neck with the other hand as the two came crashing down into the water, a resounding splash as the water parted and absorbed them beneath the surface and into the perfectly clear water. The area they had been standing in, now laying in, was relatively shallow, about three or four feet deep, hardly anything to worry about. However the light current made it a bit difficult to get one's bearings and stand up with even a lithe female attached at the waist and neck.

Jamie would release her hold on Kurt so that they could emerge from the warm salt water, minus the sand that had been clinging to both bodies. The blonde took the opportunity to stay sitting down, her body exposed from the shoulders up, feeling the waives push gently against her chest, her upper body strength fighting against it to remain upright. When Kurt finally climbed out of the water himself she'd smile and kiss him with salt covered lips.

"This is what I want. Simple things. You. Us. Just living and being silly."

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Jamie Pyne"]

Kurt didn't sit himself down, instead he floated within the water, one hand gently cupped within the hand and the other fallen on Jamie's hip to anchor himself to her. He floated there in place, his face only a few inches from her own.

When she spoke, he smiled.

It was what he wanted for them as well, it was all he wanted. A year ago if someone had told him that all he desired was to spend his time with a single girl he would have balked and laughed at them, probably called them a liar and shaken his fist at them in insult. Now? Now he very well thought of a reality where it was just him and Jamie, where it was the two of them together. Oh he would never abandon Kaile of course, she was his friend, but the idea of living with Jamie? Of being with her always? He loved that thought, of simply having this continue, this life they were currently living.

"I know." He said as he very gently pulled himself towards her, pressing his lips against her own. "I want it too."

Kurt couldn't even express how much. "If I could, I'd keep you on this island for the rest of my days."

That was the simple truth.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"If we were to stay here for the rest of our lives, we might want to invest in some living supplies and tools before we make that kind of commitment." She nudged Kurt with her elbow beneath the current of the water. "I might not mind this whole camping thing, but a girl does need some luxuries now and then." Jamie poked her tongue out at the man, his hypothetical proposal quite obviously infeasible, though still brought a smile to her face. Living in total simplicity seemed like bliss, though she would still want to continue exploring the galaxy with Kurt.

"And besides, we both know you can't be away from The Messa, and Kaile, for that long." The blonde knew how much both of those things meant to Kurt. Kaile was his best friend, the Messa his best mechanical friend. She wouldn't be a very good person to try and tear him away from those two things selfishly and solely for herself.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]