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what he hoped would be a soothing motion. "Oh honey, I-you know, we can...do things that won't result in a baby." He felt his own face turn red.

Oceans didn't respond because no matter what the plan, it always led to sex. When she had lost her virginity it was just supposed to be some dry humping. But Kevin Hickson had said that when a boy got hard they couldn't stop, they couldn't go back. She supposed it was rape but she had just accepted it in the end, turning it into something else. She continued seeing him for another three months until he dropped her for someone more popular.

"Marshall, if something should happen and I did get pregnant...don't you see how horrible it would be? We would be imprisoning a child on this island...forever!" She couldn't get that idea out of her head. She didn't want to bring a baby into this place where wild pigs roamed, and where there were no hospitals, no medicine, and just a shelter made of sticks and plants...

He could see that the topic made her very anxious. He gave her a reassuring smile. "I love you, and just being able to say that out loud, to think and feel it freely; I just want to focus on that for a while. The rest, well its food for thought, but I won't be attempting to impregnate you within the next few minutes."

She feared that he thought she was being silly or over imaginative. She allowed herself to be pulled into his arms. It felt so good, she felt so safe.

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And now that they had expressed their love, for the rest of the day they found reasons to touch; holding hands while they walked to the fresh water stream, him rubbing her feet after eating lunch, and her rubbing his shoulders when he rolled them after carrying back firewood. Now that he'd kissed her, he couldn't wait until they had some quiet time for them to kiss more.

The time finally came, after the sun was low in the sky and they'd taken their private time to bathe. While Marshall fed the fire, Oceans poured water into clay cups. It was strange drinking water that didn't have the residual taste of some fruit, but now the mineral taste of the earth. She passed him a cup and he held out his arm indicating for her to sit down next to him. She did so, nervously.

Now she felt self-conscious and stupid about mentioning pregnancy and dead babies. It was like going out on your first date and planning the wedding. She was happy that he didn't hold it against her. He put his arm around her and lightly stroked her skin, not realizing that he was driving her mad with desire. She leaned her head against him and he sighed in pleasure.

"Marshall?" She asked shyly. "Will you kiss me?"

He responded so quickly that he wouldn't have had time to answer even if he had wanted to. His lips swept down and met hers lightly. His hand reached out to cup her face. "You're beautiful, Oceans Delano." He whispered.

"No, you are." She replied softly. She leaned forward and he met her halfway. He didn't want to pressure her but his body was burning for her. His mind was painfully aware that the only thing separating his hand from her body was the flimsy piece of material--beneath it she was completely nude. He shuddered and practicing great restraint he placed his hand on her hip and kept it there.

Oceans hadn't had a reason to feel sexually aware in many years. To her, the experience of wanting to be loved was almost new. If she'd felt this way in the past, she certainly couldn't recollect it. Sex for her was the rapid in and out of a man over her and the swift relief of a climax. But this was all so different. Marshall seemed to love kissing her—not just using that to get to the next place...

With a smile she pulled back from him. "I don't want to stop kissing you."

"Wait there." He got up and hurried to the hut, returning with her afghan. She'd thought of unraveling it for the precious yarn but Marshall had been adamant about saving the keepsake. Now he spread it out on the mat and lay down, gesturing for her to lay down