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routine was interrupted. That was the day something entered the camp.
     
     
     

~DAY 4~

Oceans was almost done with the new mat. It could be used on the beach to kneel and sit on while cooking. She thought about how hard she worked every day since being on the island, but also how rewarding it was. There wasn't a day that passed where she wasn't afraid for her future but keeping busy helped. And of course it was a godsend having Marshall with her.

Oceans felt herself smile as she thought about the countless things that he did on a daily basis to make their lives easier. She was so thankful that she wasn't stranded with a man like Franklin. He would be lying around all day expecting her to hunt, cook, and fix the hut. Oceans' smile grew at the image of the sexy man. He had relinquished the wife beater since he did lots of things to get dirty. Now his peaches and cream skin was bronzed by the sun and his hair had lightened and fell in unruly waves into his eyes.

Right now he was making a great deal of noise by pounding a large stump into molten hot metal. It was one of the few large pieces that they had. He was trying to shape the newly flexible metal into a large pot to hold water. The fire was hot and he would position it between two great rocks and pound on it until it bent to his will.

Oceans watched him discreetly; the way his muscles flexed and strained beneath his skin and the serious expression on his face as he hefted the heavy wooden mallet, then the way the sweat would drip from his hair and down the lines of his naked back, only to trail lower to where his pants had begun to hang low on his waist.

He was truly a sight to behold and Oceans would find herself panting before she caught herself and averted her eyes. Once she went into the ocean and swam and fingered herself until she could think about things other then what lay beneath those worn Armani pants, and what would happen once they fell apart all together...

Marshall knew that Oceans eyes were on him. The first time he'd caught her staring surprised him when he recognized the attraction. It was mutual, but he hadn't wanted to act on it. There was a reluctance about her so he intentionally let it grow. It was difficult, especially at night when the thin fabric of her sun dressed molded to her breasts and her thighs and her soft breathing let him know that she was at peace. Then he wanted to trace the lines of her body and to see her nipples grow tight. He wanted to trail his fingers up her inner thighs and to push them past her panties and feel if she was moist—

Marshall faltered and the last thump of the wooden stump toppled the metal and sent hot sand and red hot embers over his foot.

"Ahh! Shit!" He hopped up on one foot, away from the fire. Oceans jumped up, throwing the mat aside.

"Marshall!" He sat down with a thump. "Let me see your foot." He squinted at her and lifted his foot up to her to see. She gripped it gently in her hands and came to her knees letting it rest there on her lap. The top of his foot was red. The bottom wasn't in the greatest shape. He had scrapes and blisters from going shoeless over the rocky, hot terrain. In time, his tender feet would toughen but for now it did cause him problems.

He needed cool water and salve to treat the burns. She had found aloe and had kept a small plant to carry back to camp, which she kept planted in an empty coconut shell. Oceans hurried to the hut and brought back an aloe leaf and fresh water that she had in another hollowed coconut shell.

Marshall was grimacing as angry welts began to rise on the flesh of his foot.

"This is going to feel better real soon. I promise." She said while dribbling the cool water over the angry red skin. She then carefully squeezed the slimy ooze from the aloe plant over the burns, forming a cooling layer. She had taken her satin slip, torn a strip from the bottom and this she wrapped lightly around his foot. His lone black sock came in handy as she slipped it