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 Since the beginning of this journey, Elena hadn't been quite sure what to expect. There were a lot of treasure hunters out there - people who claimed they could kind the lost legends, and expose their truth to the world. But would this Nathan Drake guy really be someone who could actually do that? The twenty-seven year old hadn't been all that convinced when she had first boarded onto Sullivan's boat, camera in hand. After all, her first impressions of the two men weren't exactly the most professional, but she couldn't hold that against them too tightly. Elena knew that her presence here was probably an entirely different experience for the two of them, and that acting natural might not come so.. natural with a camera pointed constantly at them. But such were the rules of engagement she'd agreed to fund their expedition, so long as Nate and Sully agreed to let her get the full story on it. As rocky as things might've been in the beginning, they all needed each other for this. As the nights passed, however, Elena had started to feel her guard dissipate completely, and she couldn't keep herself from trying to earn the company of Nathan. Not for anything sexual - no. But for a conversation, a small laugh before bed. She wasn't much for relationships, ever since high school's discovery of indecent people, so it was an experience the reporter definitely hadn't been anticipating on a voyage like this. But when she felt Drake's arms pull her more securely into his chest at night, Elena was completely at peace. And the idea of possibly losing that was something she wasn't ready to face just yet. That possibility was there, of course, but she refused to acknowledge it until it was mentioned in conversation. Asking him to stay with her would be a little much, but if he offered.. she wouldn't be able to refuse. Several days had passed, and it took them some calculating to properly find the coordinates Nate suspected held the coffin, but Elena was there to patiently capture everything on tape the views, the frustration, navigating through the waves to try and find their proper location. She'd only taken a break from pressing that record button when the boat had finally come to a stop, and was anchored down, following Nathan's lead with finding her wet suit. The adrenaline that was coursing through her body had her moving a little faster than normal, a bounce to her skip as the thrill of the find was nearly upon them. Having come into this expedition, unsure of what to think, it was more than obvious that the TV host was getting extremely excited. Do you think it's really down there? she asked casually, coming to lean on the doorway of his room, inspecting the lens on her camera. Slowly, hazel orbs lifted from the camera within her hands to Nathan's back, catching her first glimpse of his bare skin as he pulled his wet suit the rest of the way over his torso. Resisting the urge to clear her throat, Elena shifted awkwardly against the door frame, adverting her gaze as the woman's cheeks grew hot with a blush. I mean, what if it isn't? Back to the drawing board, or.. ? as she asked her question, Elena slowly glanced back towards him, shifting to give him room to leave his quarters, and follow him back out onto the deck. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO SPACER YO