I relaxed just a little, since she seemed to get it, and it looked like she wasn’t going to pry any more. We sat in silence for a while as I looked out over the horizon and she paged, a little less violently, through the survival guide.
“You didn’t issue the anti-seasickness medication yet,” Raine said out of the blue. “I’m assuming you’ve already appointed yourself as the person in charge.”
Going step by step through the survival guide. Fucking fantastic.
“You want it?”
“I’m not seasick.”
“I meant do you want the position?”
“Being in charge?”
“Yeah.”
“No – you can have it.”
“Well, fuck,” I said, glancing over at her out of the corner of my eye. “I thought I was going to get out of it for a minute.”
Raine giggled.
She fucking giggled, and the sound went straight to my cock.
Damn, if she wasn’t going to be the death of me. I was pretty confident I could survive in a life raft for quite some time, but survive Raine without my cock jumping straight out of my shorts like a divining rod? Not so sure.
“We probably should both take it,” I said. “The sea’s usually pretty calm after rain, but it could pick up tonight. Being in a raft is a lot more likely to make you sick than a ship.”
“Because it’s smaller?”
“Yeah, you feel the movement more.” I shrugged. “Seasickness has never bothered me, but it could in this piece of shit.”
I pulled out two of the tablets, and we washed them down with a small mouthful of water.
“Don’t forget to lick your lips,” I said.
Oh man, I should not have told her to do that. Watching her run her tongue out over her full lips was just…fuck hot. I definitely wanted to run my tongue over those lips, and because I am a complete and total masochistic moron, I gave her something to eat, just so I could watch her wash it down with another mouthful of water. I had to actually turn away from her for a few minutes, pretending to screw around with the fastenings where the ladder was attached. Then I found myself wondering what her nipples would taste like. Images of little Hershey’s Kisses melted over her breasts started to taunt me.
Okay, I really, really needed to stop thinking like this. If nothing else, I already seriously pissed her off with the “blow me” comment. I didn’t think the chances of me getting my lips anywhere near any part of her body were very good.
We’re starting over, I reminded myself.
Yeah, I doubted that was going to include her forgetting that particular verbiage anytime soon. I was just going to have to find some other way to occupy my mind.
So, I started wondering what DTs were going to feel like. Why? Because, as previously stated, I was a complete and total masochistic moron. Shakes – yep, definitely going to be looking forward to that. Hot and cold flashes, heart rate fluctuations, sweating, lack of muscle control – lots of fun stuff to look forward to experiencing. Oh yeah – and the vomiting, which is the one thing that might just kill me under these circumstances.
It occurred to me that I had better teach Raine some of the more practical bits of survival knowledge she just might need if I didn’t make it.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“I want you to know how to work the water collector.”
She crawled over to the opening, and I gave her a brief overview of the gutter system, the collection tube, and bag. I showed her how to pinch it off and replace it with a new bag without losing any water and finished off the lesson with her having a good drink and me watching her lick her lips.
“I am really hot.”
I managed not to comment.
“I feel like I could drink it all, but I guess that’s probably not a good idea.”
“Yeah, that’s a really bad idea.”
“How much water are you supposed to drink?” Raine asked.
“A liter a day will keep you healthy,” I told her. “You can survive on a lot less.”
I looked over to her and took in her tiny frame.
“You’re going to stick with a full liter as long as we can afford it.”
“Why?”
“You’re too small,” I said, shaking my head, but I felt the corner of my mouth turn up a little because something about how much smaller she was than me was just…interesting, I guess. “You’ll dehydrate a lot faster.”
“Is there enough?” she asked.
“For now, yes.”
“If it doesn’t rain again?”
“There are other options.”
She sat looking at her hands in her lap and biting down on her lip.
“You mean like…drinking urine, right?”
I tried to keep myself from laughing out loud, but a bit of a snicker escaped me.
“Only in movies, babe,” I said, shaking my head again. “Urine is about as salty as sea water, and a lot more gross.”
Raine smiled and nodded.
“I’m rather glad to hear that,” she said. “What do we do if we run out of fresh water then?”
“Long before we run out, the first thing that will happen you will stop eating, whether there is food or not. Digestion takes a lot of water, especially to digest proteins. You can have carbs a little longer.”