Scarlett Jones is a young, talented photographer, with a heart for everything that lives and a passion for capturing the perfect moment. She's delighted when she gets asked to do her magic in Australia. First time on a plane, and it goes horribly wrong. When she wakes up from the nightmare, she enters a new one. Will she survive? And what about those guys? Warning: sexual content and strong language.


6. Kiss and Fish

When I woke up the next morning, I saw Scarlett had already left the shelter.
I looked behind me and saw that the others were still asleep. I yawned, sat up and stared at the little beach in front of me. It was very early. The sun hadn’t even stretched its rays above the trees yet.
I rubbed my eyes and carefully got up, not bothering to put on shoes. After doing my business in the bushes, I washed my face, drank some water and took a walk along the river.
The river took a turn to the left and there was a small waterfall. I climbed over some rocks and when I looked over my shoulder, I couldn’t see the shelter anymore. Just when I began to wonder where Scarlett could be, I saw her, carefully walking into the river, clothed in just her panties. She shivered when her feet disappeared in the cold water.
I felt that oh so familiar sensation in my pants when I stared at her almost naked body.
She was utterly beautiful.

I was glad I had finally found a moment alone, so I could take a bath. It was very early, the rocks were slippery and the water was damn cold, but it didn’t really matter to me.
I took a few more steps and I washed the dirt off my feet and legs before I moved deeper into the river. I chose this place because of the waterfall. Crocodiles and water snakes usually swam in calm, big rivers. I felt completely safe.
The river was deeper there, but I could still stand and see the bottom of it. The water was fresh and clear and I smiled before I went under. I opened my eyes and saw a few small fish, swimming away from me. I stayed underwater for a few more seconds, until I felt the need to breathe.
As soon as I pushed through the surface, I breathed in deeply.
Suddenly, I felt something touching my shoulder. I turned around and looked right in the face of Harry.
‘You scared the crap out of me.’ I said, while I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
‘Don’t cover yourself.’ Harry replied softly. I huffed. ‘Why not?’
‘Because you’re beautiful.’
His answer caught me off guard, making me blush. I slowly removed my arms, feeling very self-conscious.
Then, we just stared at each other for a minute. My eyes traveled down his muscular body, covered with several tattoos.
I felt my cheeks heating up again and Harry chuckled. ‘Like what you see?’ He asked.
His voice seemed huskier than normal. I didn’t answer his question, but put my hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the muscles underneath it.
Harry’s hand covered mine and he moved closer, cupping my cheek with his other hand, while lowering his head. I felt his breath on my lips and I closed my eyes when his lips met mine. I pulled my hand away from his chest to tangle my fingers into his curls.
I felt his tongue, softly touching my bottom lip. His hand touched my breast and I gasped, giving him access to my mouth, a chance he gladly took.
His hands found their way to my back, lowering until they reached my ass. I left out a soft moan and Harry bent down a little, grabbing the back of my thighs and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. We stopped kissing, both breathing heavily.
‘We should stop.’ I whispered. Harry nodded.
He carefully put me down in the water again and I walked out, grabbing my clothes and walking back into the water again.
‘What are you doing?’ Harry asked. ‘Washing my clothes.’ I replied without looking up.
When I was done, I put my bra on and covered myself with a beach shawl I found in one of the backpacks. Actually, I should take my panties off, if I didn’t want to risk a bladder infection, but with all those guys around, I wouldn’t feel comfortable at all.
‘I… eh, I’m going to take a swim, don’t wait for me.’ Harry said, giving me a smile.
‘Sure. See you later.’ I replied, grabbing my clothes and making my way back to the shelter.
I shook my head and chuckled softly. I knew exactly what he was going to do. And it had nothing to do with swimming.

When I came back to the shelter, I saw Louis standing by the river, staring at the water flowing around the rocks.
I saw the others were still asleep, so I kept my voice low when I talked to Louis. ‘Hey.’
He turned his head and smiled when he saw me. ‘Hello. Went for a swim?’ He asked, looking at the wet clothes in my hands.
I nodded. ‘Yeah.’ Louis chuckled. ‘Too bad I wasn’t there to see it.’ He winked at me. I rolled my eyes and laid my clothes on a large stone, so they could dry.
‘So… I’m starving.’ Louis said, staring into the river again. I nodded. ‘Me too.’
‘Look.’ Louis pointed at something in the river. I came closer and saw a fish.
‘I heard you climbed into a tree to get the fruit. Can you catch that fish?’ Louis asked. I shrugged. ‘Just because I can climb in trees doesn’t mean I can catch fish, but I’m willing to try.’ Louis smiled. ‘Great. So, what do you need?’
I looked around. ‘A stick and a pocketknife.’ Louis walked towards the forest. ‘I’ll get the stick.’
Suddenly, I remembered Liam had a pocketknife. I made my way to the shelter and saw Liam’s pants and wife beater lying near his head.
I quietly sat down on my knees and hovered over his body, stretching out my arm to grab the pants. It was easier said than done. I wasn’t very tall, so I could barely reach it.
Just when I felt the fabric brush my fingers, I heard Liam move underneath me. I looked down.
Shit. My hair was still wet and small droplets of water fell on his bare chest.
He slowly opened his eyes. ‘What the... Oh Jesus.’ I looked down at what he was staring at and saw that my shawl was only covering my body properly when standing up. Liam had a perfect view of my panties. I blushed and tried to cover myself, but I used the wrong hand and I lost my balance, falling on top of Liam.
‘Fuck.’ I muttered. Liam chuckled and I used both hands to get up again. ‘I need your pocketknife.’ I whispered. But Liam wasn’t listening. To my shock he pulled at the knot I had made in the shawl, to keep the thing closed, and it fell completely open, revealing not only my panties, but also my bra. Thank god I was wearing my bra…
‘What the fuck are you doing, Liam.’ I whisper shouted, putting one knee on his thigh to be able to reach the pants. Finally, I grabbed the pants, quickly pulling it towards me.
‘I just need the pocketknife, you idiot.’ I whispered, searching in all the pockets, but not finding the knife. ‘Where is it?’
Liam shrugged. ‘I believe Niall has it.’ He answered, not taking his eyes off my body.
I sighed, crawling backwards. I wrapped the shawl around me and sat up straight, to make a knot in it again. This time, making sure it wouldn’t fall open at the front.
‘I could get used to waking up like this.' Liam said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and crawled towards Niall. I didn’t make the same mistake again and woke him up.
At least, I tried to. After calling his name several times, he was still asleep.
‘Niall!’ I shouted. Everyone woke up, including Niall. ‘Great. You’re awake. I need the pocketknife.’
Niall groaned. ‘Did you have to wake me up for that?’ I looked at Liam. ‘Yup.’
He reached into his pocket and handed me the knife.
‘Thanks. If I succeed, we’ll have fish for breakfast.’
Niall shot up. ‘Breakfast? Fish? Oh god, I’m going to help you. I haven’t been so hungry in my whole life. I swear, if I don’t get some-’ I pressed my fingers against his lips to make him shut up. ‘Then get up and help me.’

My feet hurt. I felt the need to shift my weight onto the other leg, but I knew I would scare away the fish when I did, so I didn’t move.
I didn’t know how long I had been standing there, in the cold water, armed with nothing but a sharp-pointed stick, ready to thrust it into the fish its body.
It came closer. I felt my palms becoming sweaty. Just a little closer…
And yes! I had pushed the stick down, into the silver body. I pulled it out of the water, holding the stick firmly while the fish was still moving with powerful strokes of its tail.
I walked to the riverbank and pulled the stick out of the fish. I grabbed the body with two hands and smashed its head against a rock. The fish’s movements faded away.
‘Dead.’ I said proudly, looking up at the guys. ‘This girl has killed her first animal. She is now… a woman.’ Louis said theatrical. I laughed, holding up the fish in the air.
The fire was already burning, so I grabbed the pocketknife out of Nialls extended hand and gutted the fish, like Harry had gutted the snake, days ago. I cut the fish in half and stabbed the spit through the two pieces and hung it above the fire.
About twenty minutes later, the scent of roast fish made our stomachs growl. We were all sitting around the fire, waiting for Harry to say that it was ready.
He grabbed one end of the spit and carried it to the flattest stone he could find. There, he poked into the fish with a little stick. The meat fell off the skin and Harry smiled at us.
‘It’s ready.’

The fish tasted heavenly. I smiled when I saw Scarlett, closing her eyes after taking a bite. It reminded me of kissing her and, once again, I thought about her warm body against mine.
It made me hungry. I didn’t care when, where or how, but I wanted her.

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