Emmaline returned the kiss hungrily, her full lips moving over Amal's as the book fell from her fingers into the sand. The remoteness of their situation made her feel safe both because they could expect not others to be near and because few animals would dare approach a fire. Even with the hunger and fear of their voyage on the raft, days of looking at Amal's naked form without any safe way to take advantage of it had enflamed her desires.

She wrapped her arms around him and allowed her body to meld to his now that they were safe on dryland, the heat and warmth of him next to her more pleasant and urgent than that of the small fire that snapped and crackled a few feet away. Inspite of herself she cast a superstitious glance at the sky, making sure no storm or other cataclysm was gathering this time.

"I'm not sure that Brettonian sailor is my best look," she giggled as he broke the kiss momentarily.