Surviving Paradise (Full Draft Version)

CHAPTER 4

Eighteen in two days, as she ground her hips against Will’s dancing to one of their favorite songs. It was obvious she was getting to him, and becoming more obvious as the seconds ticked by.

“Jailbait,” He teasingly taunted in her ear.

“Not!” She yelled back over the music.

That particular verbal exchange had become a common ritual between them. Legally, the small age difference between them exonerated her from being termed jailbait, but she had decided awhile back that he said it just to smirk at her answer.

Will had been so irresponsible in every other area of his life over the years, it was her contention that he must be getting some balance mentally with himself by continuing to keep his promise to wait till she was eighteen. At least that is what she had told herself for almost two years. It was obvious he wanted her, she affirmed with a glance down, but did he want her–in the way that she wanted him–in the forever way. Maybe calling her jailbait was buying him time till he had to let the naive little girl crushing so hard on him, down.

Cursing her insecurities she chugged a swig of Jane’s drink. But what girl wouldn’t be insecure after throwing herself at her boyfriend and being turned down night after night? The strong liquid choked her, and she took another sip to sooth her throat, then another. She was only hours from being alcohol legal in this country.

After dancing until dawn, the four returned to the suite. Ashton and Jane of course disappeared pronto, behind a closed door. Ashton had detoured only for a V-8, and after downing it in three seconds flat, he rinsed the bottle, as she had seen him do earlier, and tossed it into the trash.

Will and Allisa changed into their swimsuits for a night swim. Pool hours were long since closed; in fact it was closer to pool opening hours than past the closing hour. Still it was not like they were going to disturb any sleepers. They just wanted to watch the stars and be alone.

With ninja stealth, they crept the dark expanse of polished stone and concrete, keeping to the shade of the palms. The lounge chairs were neatly stacked here and there and the cascading waterfall was off for the night. With barely a ripple, each slipped into the black inky water. Trying to keep their giggles silent, they talked of things that had happened throughout the past hours, pausing for many long kisses.

Twice other couples passed within feet of them, returning from their late night activities, but Will and Allisa, going still as statues went unnoticed.. The incessant breeze drew goose bumps on any part of skin above water, and thinking ahead, to the windy trip to the hallway, and the air conditioned interior of their room, Allisa pulled out of one kiss impishly calling first shower dibs.

“Like you deserve it.” Will retorted with a punishing bite.

The hurt was so good, unconsciously she licked her tingling bottom lip--but Allisa’s retaliation was sweeter, “And why wouldn’t I?....”

Will groaned his next words. “...That? For one..”

“Just bribery...” The two word explanation was a whisper from her lips. And to see that look on your face, she added silently. That sexy smoldering, want in his eyes, like his kisses, his touch, was something she could not get enough of.

“Tell you what...” A glint of humor joined the other emotions playing on is face. “Since there are no zombies to kill, we gotta settle this some other way.

Settling disputes, and delegating chores was routinely decided on by video games at the house.

“Kiss me...” Mmm there was no contest in that...”hold your breath..” Her knees went out from under her and the water closed over their heads. As she kissed him back, she knew she would win this impromptu contest. The breath capacity of the lungs was a direct correlation to how physically fit a person was, she had learned that somewhere. She was the one who walked all over campus everyday, walked TO campus half the time. Will was a couch potato, she...had ..this won...hands down...or not...