Thread: sic parvis magna | randomname98766789 & sixlikesgore

SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ELENA FISHER last years model ... xxxxxxxx Between the focus on the camera screen within her lap, and the sound of the waves crashing into the shower, Elena was rather clueless to Nate leaving the plane, and furthermore, didn't hear his footsteps approaching her on the pier. Although her eyes seemed occupied with going over what she'd been able to capture, her mind was miles away entrapped with the idea that she had possibly started leading Nate on when it came to what her producers were expecting from him. She didn't know the full story behind it, and by the sounds of things, they were getting pretty close to just cutting the three of them off altogether stranding Elena with no way home, let alone to survive in her current location. So, when Nate suddenly appeared and wrapped his strong embrace around her, Elena let out a bit of a surprised gasp, and dropped her camera into the security net of her crossed legs. Jesus Nat- had been the beginning of Elena's exclamation of shock, her smile still clear through her surprise, until Nathan had cut her off with his lips. Immediately, it was as though the twenty four year old melted into his arms, coming to bring her now free hands to wrap around him in return, right palm sliding up into the back of his hairline, playing with the strands idly between her fingers. She'd been expecting, and more than happy, with a gentle, soft kiss. But the moment she felt the increase of passion, Elena's breath nearly caught completely in her throat. Sliding her lips open just the slightest, allowing Nate entrance into her mouth, it was almost like someone had flicked a switch for the reporter. Instantly, upon feeling and tasting Nathan's tongue, she worked against the kiss, intent on returning just as much as she received. The grip within his hair tightened a bit, pulling him closer to her, unable to get enough of the man's embrace and taste before her. It wasn't until he broke the kiss that Elena's eyelids slowly started to open, and her heavy breathing became very apparent her shoulders and chest both shaking with the deep inhales she had to take just to calm her lungs. If that wasn't enough to make it obvious, the blush and bewildered face on Elena's features should've been more than enough insight that her entire body felt like it was on fire, and it was all thanks to the simplest of touches from him . Nate's next batch of words had Elena's lips piercing into a wide grin, and she playfully cocked her gaze at him, pursing her lips in fake thought. Hmm.. I don't know, the blond started teasingly. I've been putting some thought into spending time with you, Nathan Drake. And, after that last explosion.. the woman trailed off for a moment, sliding her hand from the back of his hairline to cup against his cheek softly. I think I've deemed you just too darn dangerous. A joking smile pulled over her lips, and she leaned forward, rubbing the tip of her nose against his own. Dropping her hand to casually drape her arms over his shoulders in a small embrace, she slowly nodded her head to really answer his proposition, unable to keep the grin from her face. I'd love that, but.. I have a feeling you already know that. The reporter's hazel eyes narrowed in his direction, showing that she was fully aware her words were most likely true. Releasing her hold from around his shoulders, Elena picked up her camera after shutting it down, and secured it within the grip of her left hand. Untangling her legs from their crossed position, she let them rest on either side of Nate's waist for a moment, stretching up to plant a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, before she wiggled off the surface of the barrel back onto solid ground. Plus , she started, taking his hand playfully and giving it a soft tug to initiate their walk forward. I gotta get outta this thing. And finding some food wouldn't be so bad, either. Naturally, Elena was referring to the wet suit she still had on, since she hadn't had the chance to get to her bag long enough to do so, yet. Over dinner, she imagined they could finally relax for a moment - get over the small hiccup about pirates wanting to blow them up - and figure out their next heading a bit better. With some better planning.. and hopefully not another boat. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO